Parellell:
HELLO!!!!!! I'm sorry it took so long to update this fic (well....it's taken longer for some of the others, but..... they're not the ones i've got reviewers requesting for me to update now, are they?) I've been debating something with myself, that i want YOU THE REVIEWERS! to vote on.
SHOULD THIS BE A CROSSOVER ON NOT?
Originally it was gonna be a crossover with yugioh, beyblade, and a couple of other anime characters, as well as a few OC's, but...... it's up to you, the reviewers, to decide! You've got fourteen days to tell me before I promise I'll post the next chapter!
I apologise in advance for my bad spelling, my spell checker is not working.....damn.
well, anyway, back to the story! (oh, yea, and, I'm sorry, but..... you wont find out what happened at the club till you review so na!!!!!!)
OOOOO, and i really wanted to thank all you reviewers! I wuv you all (except that one flamer.....) hands out pocky and orgi Duo-Treize-Zechs plushies 0o well, at least i get points for originality.....
Parellell chapter three:
Six months later (after chapter one) one year after the end of the war
Duo had kept his promise. He, Relena, Saly, Dorothy & Une had been meeting every six or so weeks since his departure, and, when unable to come in person, wrote, called, or send word via one of his many new 'friends, colleiegs or contacts'.
The spark had returned to his eyes, the mask, it seemed, was finally gone, ans he wsa finally really living again. He never mentioned what he wsa doing with his life, or what it was that had finally help him to find peace, but always left contact details with them, with the assurance that they would not give away what little information they had on him.
As Duo's spark grew brighter and brighter, and the girls happyness grew more and more, the remaining four pilot's peace diminidhed. THey grew restless; they were still soldiers at heart, and had not been trained for this, this peace. Even the preventors missions no-longer satisfied their need for action. They felt restless; they needed change.
Their anxitys about their missing comrade had grown, as had their confusion, sorrow and anger over his sudden dissapearence.
Quatre felt a great sorrow. Without Duo there to crack a joke or make them laugh at their reunions, the atmosphere remained tense, innerving, uncomfortable. He partially blaimed himself, for not noticing his dissapearence, and for not being there for his friend. He just could not understand Why Duo had left them.
Trowa, for the most part, seemed indifferent, but, really, was the most effected out of the four by Duo's dissapearence.
Duo had helped him get rid of his own masks, had talked to him, reassured him and listened to his fears and troubles during the war, especially those concerning Quatre.
However worried, concerned or anxious Trowa may have truely been, he had never really seen behind his mask. He had come the closest, but had still not quite made it.
Wufei was, to put it simply, livid. He saw Duo's departure as a betrail, as a tratrous act. He viewed Duo as a weakling and a traitor. He thought that by not joining the preventors, Duo was proving his weakness.
Deep down though, Wufei was feeling something that he had not felt since his wife, Meiran, had died; confusion, fear and overwealming sorrow. He may have felt abandoned but still missed Duo's mindless chatter and reassuring presence, a presence that brought comfort that even his lover, Heero, could not bring.
Heero mainly felt a completely new emotion. Confussion. HE was confused, and very, very angry at himself; he had seen no signs, and, as he was the perfect soldier, and had once been an assasin in training, he should not have missed them.
Duo had been the joy-filled, cherful one of the group, and, in his own way, had been the one pilot Heero had thought he would never have to worry about.
He did not like this new feeling of emptyness, a void-like presence that Duo had left behind.
All four of them felt regret, regret that they had not noticed sooner, that they had missed the signs. None of them, though, realised that they were missing a mere ghost, a shadow, a mask, a reflection, used to hide the real Duo Maxwell. They had never known him, and had still not realised this.
The four of them had been working non-stop, searching for their braided comrade for the past few months. All of their efforts had been fruitless. Even with Heero's hacking skills and Quatre's influence, they had come up with nothing.
Surprisingly, Une, Relena, Dorothy and Sally had been against their serching, and had become cold and distant around the four of them, yet more relaxed and at peace at other times than they had ever seen them before.
THeir attitued towards his dissapearence shocked and angered the pilots; after all, Duo had been a gundam pilot, and had sacrificed a lot for the benifit of the Earth and the colonies.
Relena, Dorothy, Sally and Une had continued to speak, contact and meet up with their braided best friend in secret, glad that he was looking to alive, so happy, so well, that he was looking the happyest they'd ever seen him look.
The four pilots contined to have small reunions and meetings with the four females, either at one of Quatre's many estates, or one of Relena's many mansions every six weeks of so.
Duo always timed his visits perfectly; arriving, calling or contacting them days before or after the reunion, always managing to catch the four girls alone, before the pilots had arrived or just after they had left.
The four pilots were deseprate for some kind, any kind of contact or information, in, from or about Duo. Quatre thought Duo merely needed space, Wufei and Heero thought he was sulking. The girls, happy that Duo had found his place in life, thought that the pilots had had their last chance, and that they had blown it. The pilots didnt deserve another chance, in the girl's opinion.
Shinigami, however, was never one who you could second-guess, and get away with it.
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