This is the third chappie. I hope this story is good. I really have no clue, since I'm posting these first few one after the another, and there's no time for me to get reviews and...I just noticed I type really fast when I know what I want to write. Anyways, read on and enjoy, hopefully. And Review after please!
Kassatsu-Life or Death
Storm
"Who wants what, kid?" Duo asked.
"Solo," Quatre replied. "Solo wanted to see you and speak with you."
"Solo...," Duo's eyes got wide, then narrowed angrily. "What the hell are you playing at!" Heero stood up, and he and Wufei both stood beside Duo, both glaring at Quatre. Trowa leaned forward as though interested, yet his eyes spoke danger.
"Solo told me to find you," Quatre replied. "He told me who you are. You're Heero, and Wufei, and Trowa," he pointed at each as he said their names. "And you're Duo Maxwell. All together you're Kassatsu, whatever that is, and Duo is Shinigami as well as Duo. And Solo told me to find Duo Maxwell, and he sounded really urgent, so I did."
Duo suddenly sprinted forward and grabbed Quatre's collar, pushing him back hard against the wall. "Who the hell put you up to this! Huh? Who? Damn assholes and thier jokes. Get a life! It's not funny. Stop making jokes over Solo's death!"
"I..I'm not," Quatre croaked out, trying to breathe as Duo's arm pressed against his windpipe. "No one...no one put me up to this. Solo..." Quatre gasped-well, as best he could with his breath cut off-as Duo pushed harder.
"Shut up!" Duo yelled. "Just shut up!" Duo suddenly let go and fell back, tears streaming from his eyes. "Solo's dead! He's dead, you hear me?" Heero's arms wrapped around Duo's waist as the braided boy sunk to the floor in anguish. Quatre held a hand to his heart as the wave of Duo's pain and sorrow flowed over him. He closed his eyes. He hated this! He knew this wasn't a good idea, being so bold. Now he had caused more anguish and pain and sadness.
Quatre drew a sharp intake of breath as a cold metal was suddenly felt against his neck. He slowly opened his eyes, staying extremely still, and met Wufei's onyx black eyes. Wufei's eyes were hard as stone, yet burning with a rage uncontrollable. It was a wonder the chinese boy wasn't shaking in anger. Quatre felt the anger and pain from all of them, and understood why the knife was at his throat.
"No one messes with Kassatsu," Wufei growled. "And no one," the blade bit a bit deeper, drawing a snick of blood. "No one dishonors the memory of Solo Maxwell! Not while we are still alive. Now who put you up to this?" It was said calmly, with the silent promise of death.
Maxwell...? He'sDuo's brother!
"Nobody put me up to this...," Quatre winced as the blade bit even deeper. The blood was trickling down his neck and into his shirt now. He was going to die. There was no way he could get them to believe him, no way at all. He was going to die at the hands of four dark boys secretly seeking revenge for the death of a loved one. He wasn't going to die from his constant pursuers, from the people...from the things he had to run from in the night. He was going to die because he decided to let a spirit in for once.
"There is a way to make them believe you, Quatre. There is a way..."
"NO!" Quatre yelled, both mentally and verbally as Solo attacked. Wufei quickly snatched the knife away to keep from killing the blonde boy before he wished to as Quatre bucked and convulsed violently, fighting for control of his spirit. But Solo's surprise attack was too strong for the stunned spirit psychic, and he lost control quickly, though not easily, lying still on the floor.
"What...what the hell?" Duo swallowed, staring wide and wet eyed at Quatre's still, small floor. "Is..is he dead? Did you kill him Wufei?"
"I barely split the skin," Wufei whispered. Trowa had hopped off the table and now knelt beside the small blonde boy. He reached out a hand to feel for a pulse, then jumped back as Quatre's eyes suddenly opened and he sat up, coughing.
"Damn, that's some tough kid. You'd think he was a weak little thing..."
The four Kassatsu boys all drew in their breath sharply as Quatre spoke...no, it wasn't Quatre, not anymore.
Duo choked. "S-solo...?"
"Hey, kid brother!" Quatre's mouth moved, but it was Solo's voice. None of them could ever forget Solo's voice. Quatre's eyes turned to Wufei. "Hey, koishii! I'd kiss you, but Quatre won't let me. It'd probably disturb him somewhat, kissing a spirit's koi."
"What the hell is going on?" Heero demanded to know in a monotone voice, holding Duo protectively.
"You always were blunt," Solo replied through Quatre. "To put it simply. I, Solo Maxwell, was killed unnaturally, without reason, and before my time. I was killed without my living consent, so I became a spirit. And, damn, I wanted to see and talk to you guys so badly, so I called out to Quatre. Quatre's a spirit psychic, so I spoke with him, asking him to find Duo Maxwell. So he did. And then...well, you guys always were kind of skeptical of the supernatural, and I couldn't let you kill Quatre, my only way of communicating with you so...I sort of took over..." Wufei looked sharply at Quatre...or Solo, and Quatre/Solo sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. I possessed him, and without his permission, I might add. And this kid's a real fighter and very powerful, so I may just vanish any moment again. Why's it so dark in here?" Quatre/Solo held out a hand and the blinds suddenly spun up and rattled against their rods, letting sunlight flare in, lighting up the room. The four boys gaped at Quatre/Solo. Quatre's silver eyes had changed completely into the deep, cobalt blue eyes they knew so well, right down to the sparkle of love and fun and laughter nearly identical to Duo's old sparkle. Trowa glanced over to the blinds, then back to Quatre/Solo.
"Possessing a spirit psychic has a lot more advantages," Quatre/Solo grinned. "Powers, for example."
"This little kid has powers?" Duo blinked, and Quatre/Solo nodded.
"Cool, huh, bro?" Quatre/Solo laughed. Solo's laugh. "I always wondered what it would be like to have powers!"
"I doubt Quatre is going to let you get away with breaking his rules," Trowa said.
"Do you always have to state the obvious?" Quatre/Solo groaned. It was his 'damn, I'm in trouble now' groan. The same groan which had been inherited by Duo. "Anyways, Quatre's getting stronger, so on to the real business. The real reason I want to talk to you." Quatre/Solo took a deep breath, and then a twinkle of excitement shone in his eyes. "There's a way for me to become alive again. You..." Quatre/Solo suddenly gasped and went stiff, eyes shut tight. He fell to his knees, doubled over.
"Solo!" Duo yelled, rushing to Quatre/Solo in worry.
Quatre/Solo opened one eye and squinted sideways at Duo. "Don't worry, bro. I ain't hurting. Quatre...Quatre's regaining control. I can't finish...what I want to say. But...I have to say this..." Quatre/Solo took a deep breath and straightened best he could to look Wufei straight in the eyes. "You look like hell in black, love..." And Quatre/Solo collapsed, convulsing once more.
Quatre suddenly gasped as he opened his eyes, his own silver blue eyes, and blinked hazily at the ceiling. He was trembling and sweating out of fear and exhertion, and he breathed shakily, tears coming out of his eyes. He had let it happen. He swore that one day, he would never be possessed again. And he had relaxed, let a spirit in and not pushed it out. He had let Solo share his body for a while. And Solo had possessed him after he said no. It had been so sudden, he couldn't fight him off at first. But there was no way in hell he would let Solo stay in control.
"...sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Solo's words finally got to Quatre's scared brain functions.
You bastard!" Quatre yelled back verbally and mentally. "I said no, and you knew I didn't want it! I didn't want it."
"I'm sorry. I had to. They would have killed you, they would! I had to!"
Get out! Quatre commanded, pushing at Solo.
"Please, Quatre!" Solo begged. "I have to stay. I need to talk to them. I didn't get to finish..."
You are finished, Solo. Out.
"Quatre, please..."
"Get out, Solo!" Quatre yelled. "Get out!" Quatre placed both hands on his heart. "Kith Elorcth Mar Tayk'i Elorin'inn." Quatre focused his power and drove it straight at Solo. A moment passed, then Quatre knew he was gone. He laughed, but it was a mirthless laugh, filled with pain. He withdrew into himself, tears streaking down his cheeks.
"...Quatre?"
Quatre's silver eyes shot open and he blinked as two emerald eyes met his. The name Solo had said came to his memory. "T-trowa?"
"Are you alright, little one?" Trowa asked, helping Quatre sit up. Quatre hadn't felt physical contact with warmth behind it for the entire day.
The sudden reality hit Quatre hard. These four had seen his spirit side. They knew. Quatre knew Solo had told them what he was, and he had shown some of what Quatre would do, as Quatre had just now. Now he had to leave again. Four days here, and he already had to leave. Even though it was Solo who made Quatre stop here in the first place, it was still a nice town with nice enough people...he meant the older generation by that.
This was just too much for him to handle in one day. Being possessed had thrown so many memories he wanted to forget straight back in his face. Too many painful memories. And he might have to wipe their memories. Every time he was forced to take a piece of someone away, he wished it was his own memory. He so badly wanted to forget the events that led up to that nightmare of a day. Quatre realized he was crying and forced himself to breath as the four boys looked at him.
Now that the light was on, they could see Quatre's appearance clearly. He was a pale boy, with hair a light gold white color, the ends tipped black, his bangs hanging just past his eyes. He was an inch shorter than average with wide innocent eyes a grey silver color, a faint spotting of blue in them. He appeared to be wearing eyeliner, for all around his eyes was black, as well as a line of black around his slightly darkly shaded lips. He was wearing fingerless leather gloves and his nails were painted black. He had two layers of shirts on, one with longer sleeves than the other. A white one underneath, a navy black one overtop with a symbol of some language on it, and normal fresh looking jeans overtop white sneakers. He looked an average, slightly dark boy. Nothing special, except maybe the fact he was very cute.
"Are you alright, now?" Trowa asked.
"Yes," Quatre swallowed. "Thank you."
"Did...did my brother really talk through you?" Duo asked.
Quatre closed his eyes for a moment. "Yes. He did."
"But he shouldn't have."
"Trowa?" Duo said.
"Quatre obviously didn't want Solo to possess him," Trowa simply pointed out.
"I'd kill him if he wasn't dead already," Quatre stated darkly. The four looked at him angrily for a moment, and he sighed. "Fine, fine. I wouldn't kill him, necessarily...it's just...well, you'd probably hate him, too, if he possessed you." Quatre smiled inside, glad that he was giving up no clues as to why he hated possession. Being possessed didn't hurt or anything. At most, it just felt really, really wierd. But when possessed, the possessee had no control over his body's actions, as Quatre had found out in a very painful way a few years ago. He didn't trust spirits anymore.
"So where is he, now? Where's Solo?" Wufei asked.
Quatre looked at him for a moment. He saw and felt the hope they all held inside, the joy they felt at speaking to their dead friend. Quatre felt a tiny bit of guilt nag at him, and he looked away to his hands. "I...I pushed him out."
"You pushed him out?" Wufei repeated. "What's that mean?"
"I got rid of him. I pushed him out of my mind," Quatre explained. "He's not here anymore."
"He's...he's gone?" Duo choked. "Gone forever?"
"Yes, because he's dead," Quatre said. "But, no...his spirit isn't gone forever. I have the ability to find him again."
"Will you?" Heero asked.
"No."
"Why the hell not?" Duo shouted.
"Because spirits do nothing but hurt you!" Quatre yelled, standing up.
"Solo never hurt anyone," Wufei argued. "He was the nicest guy of us all."
"He said he knew a way to come alive again...," Duo said.
"He died," Quatre said firmly. "When you die, you don't try to come alive again. You're dead, and that's that. Bringing people back from the dead does nothing but cause pain for those brought back..."
"How do you know all this?" Heero asked. "Shouldn't you ask Solo himself about what he has planned?"
Quatre gave hima sharp glance. "I know all this because I'm a spirit psychic. I'm the only spirit psychic ever in history." Quatre opened the door and shrugged Wufei's sudden restraining hand of his arm. "I'm the only one because I once was a spirit."
"You mean..."
"You were dead?" Wufei finished Duo's question. "Like Solo? A spirit?"
Quatre sighed, and struggled for a moment, wondering how much to tell them, how much he would have to say to get them to forget Solo's idea. "I was killed, like Solo was, and I became a spirit, like he is. I'm alive now, and it's hell. You don't want Solo to have to go through what I went through...what I go through. You don't want it, and if he knew, he wouldn't either."
"Why don't you ask him that," Heero said. "You don't speak for Solo."
"Why can't you get it through your heads?" Quatre snapped. "Bringing back the dead is tampering with higher powers. We weren't meant to breathe life into people! If I had my choice, I'd rather be dead right now. Better to be dead than what I am now. Better to be a wandering spirit hoping to get into heaven someday than have all the guilt and pain being alive causes. If Solo comes alive, he'll become a spirit psychic. And that will be killing him all over again!" Quatre stopped, breathing hard. He had lost his perfect control on his temper. He had let his gaurd shift just a little, and look what had happened. He was in a fine mess. Now he had no choice but to leave. "Being a spirit psychic hurts..." He trailed off into the silence as his words sunk in.
"What happened to hurt you so badly, little one?" Trowa whispered into the silence.
"You don't want to know," Quatre said softly. "I hope you enjoyed talking to Solo. I have to go now..." He stepped out into the hallway and began walking down the empty corridor of lockers. A voice behind him halted him midstep.
"Quatre," it was Trowa. "I'm sorry you went through what you did, little one. But I know that we and Solo would do anything to be together again. Him being dead causes more pain than if he was ever to come alive again."
"Solo shouldn't have died, anyways," Duo spoke now. "He was just a victim."
"We're all victims," Quatre sighed, then left the four Kassatsu members behind. School was supposed to start in ten minutes. It was pointless now. He couldn't stay in the school anymore. He had to erase his record and go home to Rashid, to hear 'I told you so' in a more discreet manner. He knew he should have erased Kassatsu's memories, but he just hadn't been able to. That simple fact put him in a ton of risk. They could talk, and the school would find out, and then others would, and more and more people and then they would come for him again. If he vanished now, he might have a chance. Vanish and hope the boys of Kassatsu were private people.
So, without a second thought, Quatre stealthed away from school and didn't return.
Ta-dah! There is the third chappie complete and posted. I'll only have one or two more before I have to start writing some more. Let's hope I don't have a bout of writer's block. Review! Oh, and read on!