Author's Note: Here you go another chapter. I don't think that it's as good as the last, but it will have to do. Okay, you go read now. Oh and I'm really sorry if there are grammar errors. I was really tired when writing this and even when I double check I miss things, so please bear with me. You go read thingy now.

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Trowa walked through the vast halls, smiling at anyone who greeted him. He was somewhat like his old self again, flirting with any pretty young thing that walked by. He had already caught the eye of a fairy he had met just yesterday. However, he had also received some disapproving looks from Quatre, leaving him the option of flirting from afar.

He now passed by the door that held the Great Wind and the Seer behind it. Angelus had rarely wandered from the room in the past few days. Everyone was out of his coma; Heero was the first and Duo followed. He had gotten a chance to see the boy and he was surprised when he was attacked with a hug by a very happy Duo. He had just left the room and was now heading back to the gardens. He was stopped however as Angelus' door opened, the Seer stepping out to block his path. Blue eyes connected with jade and Trowa was frozen to the spot.

"Triton is it?", the man asked.

Trowa nodded, unable to take his eyes off of the silver-haired man.

"You and I need to have a little talk."

Angelus was the first to step inside and Trowa followed, slowly closing the door behind him. The Seer was now sitting in a chair that was placed beside Milliardo's bed and his eyes looked straight at the boy. Clearing his throat, Angelus beckoned the boy closer with a finger. Even though he had decided to stay close to the door, Trowa found himself floating through the air to then be seated on the bed. He looked back to the wind god who still slept and then he turned back to Angelus who studied him with crystal blue eyes. With a nervous laugh, Trowa tried to stand but the look he received caused him to seat himself again.

"There's nothing to worry about, Triton.", Angelus said, leaning back into his chair, "I just want to have a discussion with you."

"A discussion?", Trowa asked in confusion, "What could we possibly have to discuss?"

"I'm sure you already know what we need to talk about."

Trowa only shook his head, the Seer smiling at him. Standing from his seat, Angelus walked toward the burning fireplace, his eyes staring into the flames.

"How is it that you knew where the fallen Temple of Doom was located?"

Trowa stiffened at the question, his green eyes staring at Angelus' back. The Seer couldn't have possibly known that he had ties to Remius. Then again not only was he the Seer, who knew all and saw all, he was Remius' own brother. Nervously wringing his hands together, Trowa struggled with an answer. No reasonable answer came to him and he knew that he wouldn't think of any, so he opted for standing and leaving the room.

"Is there something that you aren't telling the others?", Angelus asked as the boy made his way to the door, "What are you hiding, Trowa?"

Trowa paused at the door, his eyes wide and his hand still reaching for the doorknob. He turned back to Angelus, his eyes studying the former God of Light who still faced the fire. What did he want?

"Yes, Trowa, I know who you really are.", Angelus revealed walking back to his seat, "The infamous thief, the well known assassin and let's not forget according to rumor you are a most talented boy when it comes to matters of the bedroom."

With a slight blush at the last statement, Trowa slowly moved closer and as he reached the bed, he lowered himself onto it. He sat in silence allowing the Seer to study him, his hands wringing in his lap. He had no idea as to what the man could want, so he found it best to stay and see what he wanted. After a few moments more, Angelus nodded before leaning forward, a hand stretching out to the boy who leaned back.

"Hold still.", Angelus ordered and Trowa complied.

His hand lightly touched Trowa's chest and in no time he pulled away, holding a crystal that was a light shade of purple. Angelus sighed before shaking his head, his eyes looking up to Trowa with a look of disappointment.

"This is not good.", he said with another shake of his head, "This is not good at all."

"What is it?", Trowa asked out of curiosity, "What's wrong?"

"You are falling into darkness, Trowa.", Angelus warned looking back at the crystal, "Look how your heart darkens. Your soul is in so much turmoil."

Holding the gem closer for Trowa to observe it for himself, Angelus pulled his chair closer to grab hold of the boy's wrist.

"You're confused.", Angelus went on, "You're heading to inevitable doom and you're being led there."

He drew Trowa's hand closer and he gave the crystal to him before finally letting him go. Green eyes then looked over the crystal, gasping when he saw within it amber eyes and laughter echoed in his ears.

"Remius.", he whispered unaware that Angelus had heard him.

The former God of Light only raised an eyebrow and leaned back into his chair.

"Yes, I know my brother has a knack for attracting the foolish; those such as yourself of course."

In the blink of an eye, the crystal disappeared and Trowa turned to Angelus once again. His eyes were filled with questions that Angelus was more than willing to provide answers for, but he knew Trowa was too stubborn to ask them. Standing from his seat once again, Angelus walked to the window to look out over the horizon.

"I know that you have conspired against the others with my brother.", he started coolly, letting his blue eyes study the palace ground, "You and he devised a plan that was foolproof."

"Was?", Trowa asked, looking down at the floor.

"Yes, was. It has fallen through has it not?"

The silence he received told Angelus more than enough and he gave a small chuckle. He could feel Trowa's nervousness and hesitation. He even knew that the boy was trying to figure out if this itself was a trap. For someone who could have trust for a person such as Remius, it was hard for him to trust those with good intentions.

Without turning around, Angelus closed his eyes to answer his own questions about the boy that had nothing to do with the subject at hand. His mind reached out to Trowa's, probing it without the banged-boy having the faintest clue. Angelus himself felt guilty; what he was doing was wrong and he stopped before he could clearly read him. He did however catch a faint glimpse at something he knew meant danger for Trowa and the boy's soul had screamed out to him. There was so much there that he took in that short period of time, that he had to compose himself before confronting the boy again.

"When my brother comes in search of your company he does not mean well.", Angelus started again, looking to Trowa over his shoulder, "He usually finds his victims by looking for one with troubles, hidden pasts, dark secrets. Anything that he can use to feed his hunger for darkness and the like; you were a perfect target."

"Remius wanted my help because he knew what I was capable of.", Trowa said in both his and Remius' defense, "He said so himself he had an interest in my skills-"

"And which skills is he most interested in?", Angelus asked turning back to the scenery beyond the window, "I can assure you that he plans to bring you to a point of no return and he will leave you helpless, broken and-"

"You're wrong."

At the boy's interruption, Angelus turned back to find jade eyes glaring back at him. What he read was disbelief and denial. Of course that was what he had expected. Trowa was still a child, forced to act as if he was much older than he was, only to survive in what the Seer saw as chaos. He didn't understand what Angelus was trying to warn him about and if he did, he was not going to accept the fact that the Seer was right. He was growing close to Remius in a way that Angelus did not approve. It meant that Trowa was bound to become empty, broken and most likely dead when his brother took his leave from him permanently. If things went as planned, that would never happen.

"And how am I wrong, Trowa?", Angelus finally asked.

"You just are."

"I know you want to think that Remius cares for you, but he doesn't give a damn. You can fall dead in the next hour or two and he would not have one single thought of remorse. He would just move on and find another to play with."

"Shut up!"

Looking to Trowa with a frown, Angelus sighed. It was obvious that he could do no more to convince Trowa in any way. Of course there was always tomorrow, but then again one could never be too sure what tomorrow would bring.

"I can tell you no longer want to converse with me.", Angelus said, walking back to the bed where Trowa sat, "And I understand. Wufei was right. You're too much of a child to comprehend that your life is in danger."

"I am not a child!", Trowa cried out, standing from the bed.

Angelus only shook his head, his hands taking hold of Trowa's scowling face. Crystal eyes read the boy over before closing with another sad shake of his head.

"Poor boy.", he whispered, leaning forward to grab an unsuspecting Trowa into an embrace, "It'll be a shame to lose one so young, a real shame. I hope you come to your senses before it's too late."

Pulling back angrily, Trowa turned towards the door ready to storm off. As he opened the door, he barely had time to step through since the door was slammed shut by a strong wind. Recovering from his shock, Trowa looked back to the bed. The Great Wind was still asleep, but Trowa knew it was his doing. Milliardo had to be angry with him, which meant that he was aware of what had transpired in the room.

"Let him go, Milliardo.", Angelus softly said, the door slowly swinging open.

Looking to Trowa as the boy slowly left, Angelus took his seat besides Milliardo's bed.

"May the Goddess rain her blessings upon you.", Angelus softly prayed with a sad tone.

With that Trowa was gone and Angelus turned to look at Milliardo, who slept peacefully as if he was unaware of anything at all.

"I know you too well, old friend.", Angelus said with a small smile, "But I won't rush you. You rest as long as you like and when you finally wake, I'll be beside you."

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Relena silently seethed as she sat on her black throne, glaring at nothing as her mind ran over her unsuccessful attempt to destroy her latest enemies. This was all too much. They were escaping every trap she laid, and defeating every monster she put in front of them. Of course, they had yet to really kill her wonderful pets, but were fully capable of escaping them; badly wounded but still breathing.

Her anger flared as she remembered the sight of her brother through her bowl. She wanted nothing more than to do away with him for good. He was the reason for her exile, he was the reason she was not queen of Myrthril. Her hatred was not only directed to her brother, but to that damned boy she had yet to see clearly as well. He was winning Heero's heart. The Fairy King was hers and she would be damned if she lost him again.

"If I have anything to do with it, I'll have Heero as mine and this boy as good as dead."

She needed help. Her beautiful babies just weren't enough and she was growing impatient with Remius. Someone had to be much more useful than he was.

"But who?", she asked aloud, rising from her throne.

She began to pace the throne room in deep thought, going over various names in her head. Many she knew would never lift a finger to help her and she quickly crossed them off her mental list. Then it dawned on her and she stopped pacing to face a large mirror. She rushed over to it, her black dress trailing behind her and she studied herself quickly. Her hair, now in curls, fell about her and her dress fit her perfectly. Though nothing was wrong she continued to preen herself until she was satisfied. She wanted to make a good impression with her guest. Finally, she stood ready to do what had to be done.

"I call to the Dark Lands. May my cries reach the ears of the one I seek.", she chanted into the mirror, watching it begin to ripple, "Bring him forth to me. Bring forth your darkest soul, your Angel of Destruction."

"And what price would you pay in return for his deeds?"

At the sound of a familiar voice, Relena spun around to find a black-winged man standing before her and she squealed with glee. He came before she could finish asking for him. That meant he was willing to spill blood and she would be more than happy to provide him with his victims. Cold blue eyes watched as she moved forward before running over the woman's body.

"Treize."

The single word echoed throughout the large room and the man bowed to her in respect.

"I am at your service, Lady Elf.", he told her, stepping forward, "Your wish is my command."

Now face-to-face with him, Relena gave a small chuckle making sure to press her body close to his.

"And which wish do you want to grant first?", she asked, wrapping her arms around his bare shoulders.

Her fingers petted the black feathers as Treize pulled her closer to him, his eyes staring down hungrily at her.

"Centuries in the Dark Lands have not fared me well.", he told her with a smirk, "I believe I shall take the chance to experience the pleasure of a woman. That I have missed more than my lust for blood."

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Angelus paused for a moment in his pacing as the slight breeze that had so regularly graced the room, stopped altogether. His crystal eyes landed onto the resting wind god and he gave a small smirk as he drew closer. He seated himself at the edge of the bed, watching the man's face as he continued to feign sleep.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"

At Angelus' question, Milliardo slowly opened his eyes, granting his friend a smile. He had been awake for quite some time now, which Angelus already knew.

"I liked the idea of you waiting on me hand and foot.", he said with a smile, pushing himself to sit up.

However, Angelus stopped him, pushing him back down.

"You will lie here until you have gathered every bit of your strength.", the Seer ordered, stroking back a few strands of hair from Milliardo's face.

The Great Wind gave him a frown of utter confusion and Angelus gave a small laugh. He enjoyed it when Milliardo had no clue; the look of bafflement on his face was amusing.

"You are amazing.", he said staring down at the man.

Those words shocked Milliardo even more and the wind god sat up as Angelus continued to watch him, almost in a daze. His hand reached out to feel the Seer's forehead, but there was no temperature. The man had no fever, so what was wrong with him?

"Angelus, are you alright?"

"I'm fine.", he revealed with a smile, removing Milliardo's hand.

He did not release it, instead he held it in his own, gently caressing it as Milliardo stared down at their hands as if it were burning. Without much thought he pulled it away, his arms crossing as his expression demanded an explanation.

"You had better tell me what's the matter with you.", Milliardo demanded, "Now!"

"Remius was here.", Angelus started, looking toward the window.

"When?"

"When you were too weak to notice. He revealed something to me that I was too blind to see for myself."

"And what would that be, Milliardo asked skeptically.

"What I think about you.", Angelus told him, then correcting himself, "How I feel about you."

The next words that came out of his mouth caused the Great Wind to become limp. His arms dropped from their crossed position and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"What?", he asked dumbly, he wasn't too sure if he had heard correctly.

Angelus smiled at Milliardo's confusion, before repeating his words.

"I believe I said that I have fallen in love with you. Actually, to be honest, I've loved you for as long as I can remember. My brother always told me that I chased the Winds and it dawned on me why I did so."

"Why?", Milliardo asked unsure of the answer.

Moving closer, Angelus reached out to caress Milliardo's face, the blond's blue eyes staring into his own.

"I was looking for you."

Milliardo was literally stunned. He had not expected any of this to happen. If anything he had no idea where it came from. Obviously, Remius had helped his brother to see how Milliardo felt for the Seer. He also made Angelus recognize his own feelings for the Great Wind. He had no words to say at all, though his mouth opened to try and speak. It only hung open for a few moments before he closed it, deciding it was better to not try and say anything when he could think of nothing to say. Besides, actions did speak louder than words. Without warning he moved forward, his lips pressing against Angelus'. It did not last long, but it was satisfying none the less.

As he pulled away, Milliardo avoided looking the silver-haired man in the eye. He hadn't really known what he expected from that and he wasn't too sure if Angelus was just pulling his leg. Either way, he was now embarrassed and he needed to escape from here. He didn't care whether or not he was allowed out of bed; he needed to distance himself for a moment. As he rose from the bed without warning, Milliardo tried his best to ignore the crystal blue eyes that held its gaze on him.

"Where do you think you're going?", Angelus asked grabbing hold of Milliardo's wrist.

"I apologize for all this.", Milliardo babbled, not turning to face him "I'll just go and-"

He wasn't able to finish as he was pulled back onto the bed, finding himself prisoner under Angelus.

"You're not going anywhere.", Angelus said with a smile, his face merely inches away from Milliardo's, "I've been chasing you for as long as I can remember and I finally have you right where I want you. You won't be getting away that easily."

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Trowa stormed out into the gardens, set on being as far away from the palace as he could make himself go. He needed time to calm down and he needed time to think. It was all getting to him. Angelus' words had hurt him in an odd way and he wasn't sure if he knew why. Maybe the Seer was right? There was a chance that Remius was only using him and would easily leave him without so much as a thought. He tried his best not to think about it, he would do that when he was sure that he was alone. He was storming past the small pond that sat in the center of the garden when he was stopped by a voice he had no time to listen to.

"Where are you storming off to?"

Trowa stopped only to look back over his shoulder, finding the Dragon Lord sitting at the water's edge removing the bandages that were over the wound on his shoulder.

"That's none of your business!", Trowa snapped and Wufei raised an eyebrow.

"Such a temper.", he said in amusement, reaching for the clean bandages beside him, "I'm nearly afraid to ask you what has caused you to become so angry."

"Like I said, it's none of your business."

Trowa turned, intending to walk away without another word, but he stopped as Wufei cleared his throat to grab his attention again.

"Stay.", Wufei gently ordered, reaching to dip his hand in the water, "I want to talk to you."

Trowa scoffed. Not again. He had done enough talking with Angelus as it was. He had no time for any other words of wisdom from anyone else.

"I don't have the time-"

"Please. I need your help as well."

Trowa froze since he had started to walk away and he turned to find Wufei looking toward him. With a sigh, he only held out for a few moments before walking closer to the sitting dragon. He lowered himself to his knees by Wufei's side, reaching a hand out to take the bandages from him. He had to say that he was actually somewhat nervous. Wufei had always sneered, frowned or glared at him. And to actually hear him use the word please was amazing. Trowa had begun to think that it hadn't existed in the man's vocabulary. His eyes looked over the bite wound, finding that it would most likely heal completely in the next day or two.

"Where's your shadow?", Trowa asked, starting to wrap the bandages.

"If you're talking about Quatre, he allowed me a few hours without his insistent mothering.", Wufei told him with a small smirk.

"That's surprising.", Trowa mumbled, his eyes concentrating on the bandages, "Though I'm curious. Why are you acting so civilized toward me? It's unsettling."

Wufei shrugged before grunting in pain at the gesture. Trowa only gave an annoyed sigh as he noticed the white bandages begin to soak a deep red. Wufei had just torn open his wound; again. Quickly removing the bandages, Trowa dipped them into water. He would now have to clean the damn thing and that would take time since he had to be gentle.

"You never answered my question earlier.", Wufei said again, trying to look into green eyes, but failing.

Trowa had his head down and his eyes were intent on staring either at the ground or Wufei's wound itself. He was purposely avoiding the eye contact. He could feel it.

"Well?", he pushed and Trowa stood.

"I don't have time for this."

Wufei watched as he turned to head back to storming off in the direction of the forest. He had left him there still bleeding and it meant that Wufei would have to bandage his wound for himself. That or wait for Quatre to finally come back, which he knew wouldn't be long. However, he had wanted a chance to actually talk with Triton. Not only because Quatre had suggested it, but also because he had noticed that Triton was always lost in some sort of daze.

Though he had managed to begin acting like himself again, Wufei couldn't help but see that he was distracted. He found that Triton was usually lost in thought; somewhat depressed. His eyes held confusion that the Dragon Lord had no way of helping him through. His onyx eyes watched as Triton grew closer to the forest and he stood, ignoring the blood on his shoulder. He carried with him the cloth that had been dipped in the water.

"Triton!"

His call wasn't answered, the banged boy intent on hiding himself in the dense forest. Wufei gave an exasperated sigh before following after him. It didn't take him long to find himself behind the boy and he reached out to grab Triton by the arm, spinning him to face him.

"Let go of me!", the boy ordered pulling free.

He went to turn away, but Wufei grabbed him by the arm yet again, the grip much tighter and much stronger than the first. He struggled a bit before he froze in his place as a roar erupted from Wufei's throat, ebony eyes now shining its silver hue. He had thought at first that maybe the Dragon Lord was angry with him and it was then he noticed that Wufei had used his left arm. His struggling had aggravated the dragon's wound; it was now bleeding worse than before.

"I'm sorry.", he apologized unconsciously.

His hand took the cloth from Wufei, automatically tending to it. His eyes never looked up at Wufei's face though he was aware that Wufei's silver eyes were studying him. He wasn't feeling at all comfortable with the quiet and though he was a bit late, he decided to add to his apology. He couldn't let the Dragon Lord have the upper hand.

"You shouldn't have grabbed me like that.", he said, continuing to wipe away blood.

"I wouldn't have had to come after you if you had stopped when I called you."

"I wanted you to leave me alone.", Trowa said, pausing.

"I wasn't done talking-"

"But I was!", he snapped, green eyes finally lifting to glare.

What he had expected to find was Wufei glaring back at him and a sharp retort in return of his own. Instead he found sympathetic eyes and what Wufei uttered next put him in a sort of shock.

"I'm sorry."

He didn't exactly know what to do now and he certainly had no idea what to say. This was not what he expected at all. His mouth opened as he tried to think of something to say, but nothing was found. So he closed it, turning his eyes back to the task at hand. The silence between them lasted for quite a while, until Wufei called his name again. He didn't look up, he only answered.

"What is it?"

"The cloth, maybe you should rinse it out."

He found that Wufei was right, it was now soaked with blood. It needed to be rinsed out. He was grateful for the distraction. Though he found the dragon to be an annoying pain in the ass at times, he was starting to actually enjoy his company. The Dragon Lord had a very attractive body and it wasn't helping the situation that he was beginning to feel even the slightest bit of physical attraction to him.

"Fine.", he said leading him back to the pond, "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up before Quatre finds you like this and rips my head off."

Wufei only chuckled to himself, knowing that the boy was somewhat right. Quatre would be angry not only with Triton but with him as well. With a glance up to the castle, he let his senses go in search of his blond companion. Instead, his Dragon Sight saw behind the walls of Milliardo's room where he found scenes that made even him blush. He focused his attention to the window a way off from it, hearing laughter flowing from inside and he smiled.

"Can you walk any slower?", Triton asked from the pond, Wufei turning his attention to him.

He caught Sight of Quatre making his way through the castle's halls toward the gardens and he found it best to go and tend to the wound before he reached them. He was wounded enough already; he didn't want to suffer any more injuries under an angry Quatre's hand.

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Relena was busy refastening the catches to her dress as Treize stretched behind her on the large bed. He seemed quite content and she was quite satisfied herself. It was time for her to get him to work. She needed revenge and all that done. He would be her newest servant and she would finally be able to rid herself of Remius.

The former god was quite a disappointment; it was only reasonable that she do away with him. She would be doing the world a favor by ridding it of such a useless creature. Turning back to where Treize lazily lounged amongst the sheets, she beckoned him closer. He did as was signaled, crawling forward to sit at the edge of the bed in front of her.

"What is it, Lady?", he asked as she smiled down at him.

"I have a request of you.", she simply said, running a hand through his hair, "My servant Remius-"

"Worthless.", Treize cut in before she could go on.

She smiled down at him. He was getting the picture and she didn't even have to tell him much. This was what she needed in a servant.

"Shall I dispose of him?", Treize asked, standing with a stretch.

It allowed the sheets to fall to the ground and give Relena a wonderful display of the body she had only moments before.

"Of course.", she said with a wave of her hand, "I have no order of how to specifically do so. You may do what you like with him. He hasn't returned and I believe that he knows better. You'll have to find him and when you do, you can have as much fun with him as you want."

Treize smiled in satisfaction, a shiver running down his spine as he considered it. Remius, the infamous former Master of Darkness at his mercy. He was becoming excited as his mind already started to think of ways to play with his new toy. It was a shame that he wouldn't get to keep him, but he would be able to have fun with him first.

He made his way to his clothes that were here and there and he slowly put them on. Relena was now at the large window, her blue eyes scanning the countryside. She was most likely trying to figure where the coward went into hiding. Then again, he would enjoy hunting him; it made him much more eager.

"Is that all?", he asked, straightening his pants, "I do believe that I heard wind of the human prince having risen from the dead."

"I also wanted to speak to you about that.", she said turning to him, "I remember precisely telling you to get rid of him."

"And I did get rid of him.", Treize said, stepping forward, "He watched me kill his father, his mother and then I personally ran my blade through his heart. He was dead when I left him there."

"Ah, you see.", Relena said with a smile, "You left him there. That was your mistake."

"I make no mistakes.", Treize said with an air of arrogance, "You should have ordered that I bring his body back to you. So the finger of blame can only be pointed to none other than yourself."

Relena's eyes glared in his direction as the man gave her a smug smile. He ignored her as she silently seethed, placing his sword on and tightening his belt. She knew that he was right; she hadn't ordered that he bring back the prince's body. Then again, she also knew that Treize had a knack for showing that although he took orders, no one had complete control of him.

"As I asked before, is that all?", he questioned her.

Relena turned back to the window, her Sight catching the image of a raven flying off from Elinhir. She gave a quiet laugh as she noticed that Remius was not heading in her direction, but off towards the Barrens. He was escaping her wrath most likely, just as she had expected.

"Our little traveling troupe has taken refuge in Elinhir it seems.", she announced looking over her shoulder, "I would like them to be properly introduced. However, we need to also send them a message."

Walking closer, Treize watched her point to the West and he knew she meant for his attention to be on Vicineron. She then focused her eyes, glaring at the North Eastern lands of Myrthril.

"Do as you wish.", she simply said, turning around to face him, "I give you complete and utter control of my army. Find Remius as well and then head for Elinhir. Leave Myrthril to me."

With that she headed out of her chambers, leaving Treize behind. He watched out over the distance, his eyes searching for any signs of Remius. There was none that he could be certain of and he figured he'd deal with him later. He had to warm up a bit. His eyes settled in the distance onto Vicineron. According to what Relena had explained to him in bed, her creatures were thirsting for Dragon's blood. Who was he to deny them?

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Quatre was now heading in the direction of the pond where he could see Wufei allowing Triton to bandage him. It was odd to say the least. The two weren't exactly friends, though it was a relief that they weren't fighting. At least for the moment, he could only wonder at how long it would be able to last.

He had wanted to check in on Duo, having heard the boy was now awake, but he had stopped short at the door. The giggles and whispers were all he needed to hear to know that it was better to not disturb them. As for Angelus and Milliardo, the wing of the castle that their room was located was set with readings that said company was not wanted and would not be tolerated. So he headed out in search of Wufei, knowing that he needed his wounds redressed.

As he drew closer, Quatre could hear wind of the small conversation, his eyebrows rising in intrigue. It was a surprise that they were both being civilized towards each other or at all for that manner.

"Well, I'm beginning to feel useless and unwanted everywhere I go.", Quatre complained as he stood before them.

Wufei smiled up at him as Triton finished tying off the bandage on his wing. He motioned Quatre closer, patting the ground next to him. Without objection, Quatre sat beside him before stretching out onto his back with a sigh. As much as he felt useless, he was happy that he was finally errand free. He needed some relaxation and today was a perfect day for that.

"Have you seen Duo yet?", Wufei asked, watching down at him.

"No.", Quatre answered with a shake of his head, "Though I tried to."

"What was the problem?", Triton asked, rinsing out the old bandages.

"They were engaged in activities I found better to not disturb."

Wufei gave a laugh at the news and Triton's sudden embarrassment for asking. The blush that burned onto his cheeks was something that the dragon hadn't expected. Triton seemed like the type to have no reason to blush at such matters. Then again, Triton was no longer acting as he had when they had first met.

"I'm sorry for asking.", the boy quickly apologized.

He then stood; ready to leave the two on their own. He was no longer intent on hiding in the surrounding trees, though he wasn't exactly sure if the two wanted his company.

"Where are you going?"

Quatre, who had sat up as he started to walk off, asked the question. He turned back to look at them, his eyes landing on Wufei. With a sigh, he walked back, reseating himself in front of them.

"No where."

Quatre smiled at him, shifting so that he could lie back again, this time resting his head against Wufei's lap. Said dragon had his gaze fixed on Trowa, who was once again avoiding it.

"Will you ever answer my question?", he asked in slight amusement, Triton shrugging.

"I believe I already answered your question."

"No you haven't.", Wufei argued, "At least it wasn't the answer that I wanted."

Triton raised his head, his eyes connecting with Wufei's. He gave the Dragon Lord an arrogant smile with a shrug of his shoulders.

"It was an answer none the less.", he told him, "You should have been specific on how you wanted me to answer."

Quatre, now more baffled than before, looked between the two as they continued to stare at each other. What in all the Seven Hells were they talking about? He would have asked them, but he was sure that he wouldn't understand it anyway. His stomach gave a growl and he sighed.

"Is anyone else as hungry as I am?", Quatre asked aloud, closing his eyes as he relaxed even more.

It was at that moment Duo's voice was heard calling to them, all three looking in direction of the castle. The boy was now running to them, leaving the Fairy King behind with a basket in tote. Quatre sat up as Duo reached them, only to be knocked back down as the boy threw himself into a hug with the elfin prince.

"Quatre!", Duo greeted, pulling away, "Did you miss me?"

"Of course he did.", that was the Fairy King's voice.

Heero, having finally made it, rested the basket down before seating himself beside the braided teen.

"I'm hoping that's lunch.", Quatre said reaching for the basket.

He frowned as Heero snatched it out of reach.

"Heero!"

The king only ignored his objection, reaching into the basket and pulling out a bottle of wine.

"It is lunch.", he said, allowing the prince to grab the bottle from him, "Though I'm not sure that I brought enough."

"Luckily, we thought ahead and decided to bring enough food for everyone."

At the sound of Milliardo's voice, the small group looked up to find the Great Wind and Angelus looking down at them. They joined the others on the ground, allowing Quatre to take the basket away from them. Greetings were given to each and everyone before Angelus let his eyes stop on Duo.

"And is this the boy?", he asked looking him over, "Our ghost of our lost prince?"

Angelus beckoned the boy closer and Duo slowly obliged, stopping a good space away from him. Reaching out a hand, the Seer gently took hold of the boy's chin, turning his face to better examine it.

"You're exactly like him.", he told him, "You even have his eyes."

"What do you mean?", Duo asked, "The color?"

"Its ability to capture you.", Angelus explained with a smile, "His eyes were what attracted so many. You could see his soul and you knew his heart. He was beautiful for that, as you are beautiful in the same way."

Duo thanked him for the compliment, going back to reside at Heero's side.

"Now I'm afraid we can not stay too long.", Angelus told them, "We must keep moving."

"I like it here.", Triton said with a shrug, "What's the rush to leave?"

"Relena.", Milliardo provided, "We know she's up to no good. Duo may not be the only one in danger. We know she's on our trail and she's desperate. She'll obliterate anything and anyone in her path to get to us. We must leave as soon as possible."

"And how soon is that?", Wufei asked flexing his wings.

They were healing well enough. He was able to fly if anything, but he thought against it. He could do something stupid to only fracture them again. So it was best that he kept to walking for now.

"We want to leave tonight.", Milliardo told him, "Or as early as possible tomorrow morning."

"My sister is no threat to me.", Quatre put in, taking a drink from the wine bottle, "If she sends trouble, leave it to me to deal with."

"She may be no threat to you, but we sense that she's gained a terrible force as an aid.", Angelus warned, his eyes connecting to Heero's, "Even if Duo is not the legendary prince, she will stop at nothing to kill him. Our only chance is to leave and head north."

"What's north?", Duo asked, his eyes filled with fright.

"The Northern Witch.", Triton provided, much to everyone's surprise, "She must be the only one capable of sending you home."

Home. The word he had forgotten over the few days he'd been here. He had wanted to return home before. Though now that he had Heero and his new friends, how could he leave them? He noticed that Milliardo was looking at him, the Great Wind toying with something concealed within the folds of his robes.

"Duo, you and I must talk of something.", he started.

"What is it?"

"I-"

His words were cut short by a loud scream that echoed in the distance, followed by the rumbling laughter that seeped out of the surrounding trees, finding that it seemed a bit darker than usual. Thunder began to rumble and as Angelus looked up, he found black and pendulous clouds overhead.

"It can't be."

A small explosion, sending them back onto the ground, followed Duo's words. They quickly righted themselves, looking up to watch as whatever it was lower from behind the clouds. Duo stared in wide-eyed wonder and fear at the creature that hovered before them. His black wings were fanned out in a display of what could only be intimidation. He knew who this man was and he knew exactly why he was here.

Treize's eyes watched over them all, until they finally rested on the frightened violet eyes that shimmered with what he could only hope was unshed tears.

"We meet at last.", he said with a smile and Duo shrank away.

"Treize."

That was the Seer' s voice and he turned to find the former god glaring in his direction.

"The Angel of Destruction.", Treize introduced himself with a bow.

He gave a mocking laugh, feeling the tension between himself and those before him rising. He even heard the distinct sound of a whimper. His blue eyes were once again on the young boy, whose face was buried in the Fairy King's shoulder. This young lad, it seemed that he knew him before he was even introduced. Then again from what he had heard about him so far, Treize had to wonder if it truly was that damned prince of long ago.

"Leave Elinhir at once!"

At Heero's command, Treize merely scoffed. He lowered himself to the ground, his left hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"You hold no control over me, Fairy King.", Treize simply said, stepping forward, "At the moment I take my orders from the Lady Elf. However, even she has no power to rule me. My orders were to keep you alive, but I can just as easily kill you."

He took another step forward, but a warning growl from the Dragon Lord made him decide otherwise. He was easily outnumbered here. Though he had free reign over Relena's little demons, he wouldn't risk it. Even if Angelus was no longer the God of Light, he was capable of magic that would easily turn him to nothing more than dust in the wind.

"I have my orders to take this young man from you and return to Relena.", he revealed nonchalantly, "I wish not for a fight."

"The only way that Duo will be taken from us is if we die fighting.", Quatre told him, his voice ice cold, "So that you have wished to avoid you shall be confronted with."

"I doubt it.", Treize said with a smirk., "Unbeknownst to you, I now hold control of Relena's little pets. I have thousands of them awaiting my order and if you make even the slightest of efforts to resist me, I shall release them."

"You hold no threat to Elinhir!", Heero spat in anger, "We and my people will fight to our deaths if we have to. Elinhir will not fall!"

"Yes, but what of those in Myrthril?", Treize taunted, Quatre's frown darkening.

"You wouldn't dare."

His low chuckle was only more fuel for their anger and it flared as he turned to Wufei, the dragon's silver eyes gleaming in the fading daylight.

"I can still do to them as I have done to those in Vicineron."

It was then it felt as time had stopped, Quatre gasping and Wufei going limp. His heart stopped at the thought and he looked to the Dark Angel in hopes that he was only bluffing.

"Relena's little demons had a wonderful time of killing as many dragons as they could one by one.", Treize said slowly, tauntingly, "Though I myself had the pleasure of your mate and my sword had the pleasure of her blood."

He had expected Wufei's reaction to be aggressive and he had thought that he would be prepared, but he barely had time to draw his own sword. The dragon's quick thinking had caused him to gain a wonderful slash across his face. He escaped skyward, but Wufei followed, throwing at him with an angered cry a large sphere of fire. He maneuvered out of the way, but was only met by a sword that scratched him in his side. The Dragon Lord was out for his blood and until he tasted it, he would never stop. Treize had to put himself back in control; he had to weaken Wufei a bit more. Perhaps some more bad news?

"You kill me Dragon Lord and you have no way of finding your fledglings!"

The swing of the sword meant to cut off his head stopped mere inches from his neck and Treize offered the frozen dragon an insidious smirk.

"What have you done to them?"

His voice trembled as he asked the question and his eyes shimmered with tears of loss and frustration.

"Drop your sword."

The dragon did as told, lowering himself to the ground as well. In an instant, Quatre was by his side, and in the next Treize was laughing down at them.

"Where are they!", Wufei bellowed, holding back a sob.

Treize only sighed, enjoying the sight of the strong dragon leader now weak and broken.

"They are alive and they're in my possession."

"Please, I beg of you. Let them go. I'll do anything."

The words sent a shiver through Treize's body and he laughed a low and haunting laugh. This is what he wanted and he would take advantage of it while he could.

"You will gain your young only if you follow my exact order.", he told him, looking at them all.

He stared in Duo's direction, the pretty face wet with tears from the news of Wufei's loss and he smiled. He was a beautiful little boy. He couldn't wait to have him in his clutches.

"Ruler of Vicineron, you must deliver this boy to Relena to gain your-"

"Don't ask that of me!", Wufei interrupted, his eyes glaring, "Because I will not do as you ask! I can not bring myself to do it!"

Treize frowned, his eyes matching the glare that was directed at him.

"If you won't.", Treize started, looking to Duo, "Then I will."

As he shot forward, Wufei didn't hesitate to meet him, making sure to avoid the blade that swung past him. He wasn't expecting however, the small dagger that was drawn and ran over his cheek.

"An eye for an eye.", Treize told him with a smirk.

In Wufei's small moment of distraction, Treize had raised his sword but he froze feeling energy rising around him. He had no time to react, only heard the spellbinding words come from Angelus as his body was jerked back violently. He crashed within the trees, feeling himself impaled onto a stray branch. He cried out in pain, looking down to where the damn limb protruded through his abdomen.

Glaring back to where the Seer stood, Treize cursed him under his breath. They were already making a portal to escape him. He couldn't let them escape that easily. Gritting his teeth, he dragged himself free of the branch, sighing in relief as it slipped completely free.

He was as he saw, a little too slow, for they were already walking through the Gate. Reaching up, Treize pulled free a black feather as a bow formed in his free hand. The feather was then transformed into a black arrow, Treize notching it. His eyes targeted at first the king's prince, but he instead aimed for Remius' little servant. He needed an inside man as well and it gave him pleasure knowing that he was taking what was rightfully Remius'.

With a wicked laugh, he let the arrow fly, watching in satisfaction as it struck the boy in the heart from behind. He had done it just in time, for as soon as he hit his mark, the Gate closed, leaving him no way of following directly behind them. It didn't matter though; Remius' pet would lead him there well enough.

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As they crossed through the portal, Trowa gasped as he felt something pierce his heart. His hand reached up to grab his chest as his heart fluttered for a few moments. It felt as if someone had hit him, but there was nothing there. He looked up to the rest, who were at the moment tending to each other and he took his chance to slip away behind a large tree. His back rested against the trunk, his head leaning back. His breathing had quickened and his hand clutched his chest harder. He clenched his eyes shut as the pain seemed to grow and suddenly it was gone in the blink of an eye. He waited awhile for his breathing to even out again and it did so just in time. Milliardo had now appeared beside him and he stared at the Great Wind.

"Is something wrong?", the god asked.

"I'm alright.", he told him, "I'm just a bit shaken is all."

He allowed Milliardo to put an arm around his shoulder, leading him back to the others. His eyes landed directly on to Duo, who was at the moment being held in Heero's arms. His shoulders were shaking with what seemed like quiet sobs and he only then remembered Treize's words. His eyes looked around for the now missing dragon and he found Wufei heading off in a direction away from them.

"Where are we?", he asked quietly, looking about.

His eyes took in the barren rocks and glowing ground, as he smelled sulfur, brimstone and smoke. What was this place?

"Vicineron.", Milliardo provided, "Just beyond that rise of rock."

Without much thought, Trowa moved forward, climbing to the top. His eyes widened as he caught site of the valley bellow. Dragons lay dead bellow, though a few he saw were still alive, though it was obvious to see that none would survive. Even though his stomach was disgusted, he moved forward, ignoring as someone called him back.

He avoided the huge massive bodies that were either half eaten of ripped apart, his eyes looking around for the Dragon Lord. He soon found himself in front of a huge cavern, his green eyes peering into the dark. He could only wonder if Wufei was in there. The loud roar that came from within answered any questions he had.

"Trowa!"

Turning at the call of his name, his true name at that, he found Angelus coming closer. The Seer stopped before him, his eyes looking at the dark cavern behind him first, before resting on him.

"Let him be on his own.", the Seer suggested to him, resting his hands on Trowa's shoulder, "He has lost more than he can bear to lose. He-"

"He can't be alone.", Trowa said, cutting him short, "What if he does something stupid in his rage? We have to-"

Trowa's words were cut short as well at the sound of footsteps on the loose gravel. Wufei finally emerged, his arms carrying a small woman within his arms. His eyes were blank as he walked past the two, heading off on his own again. Unable to help himself, Trowa pulled free of Angelus' hold, following after the dragon.

"Wufei."

The dragon stopped, his shoulders tensing as a low and threatening growl broke free from his throat. It caused the boy to stop in his tracks, his green eyes studying him.

"Wu-"

"Go ahead without me.", Wufei said sensing Angelus behind him as well.

"But Wufei-"

"Go now!"

At his barked order, Angelus took hold of Trowa's wrist, dragging him back into the direction of where the others were. He knew what Trowa was trying to do, but it was useless. Wufei had some things to finish and it would have to be done on his own. When he was done, he would return to them; that is if he decided to return at all.

T.B.C.

Yes I know I'm not nice and all. I don't know where the heck to go with this, but worry not, I shall get there. Relena has to make her big debut and all. Read and review. Ciao for now.