Hello! Well I have no idea how I'm going to write this next chapter. As I have declared many a time I can't write sappy, soppy romantic slush. I find it far to difficult, and I often end up having anything romantic interrupted by something, well...not romantic. So don't blame me if this sucks. I got no emails offering help with the fluff, so I'll just have to wing it. No pun intended...
Warning: Shounen-ai. Don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: Get real peeps, I don't own anything let alone a whole anime series! And if I was making money from this, there'd already be 20 chapters, not 6.
Oh, and YAY! I finally got round to doing Quatre and Trowa. Enjoy!
Misjudged Fates
Chapter 6
Earth:
Quatre pulled himself upright into a sitting position. He looked once more around the little room, known to him for now as home, like he did every morning. A week and two days had passed since he first met the mysterious Angel in the riverside-park, and he was content with his life, he just didn't know how long it would last. Throwing off the sheets he got dressed, and then went into the living room and kitchen area.
" Trowa? Would you like me to make breakfast?" He looked over the room quickly, but found no trace of the celestial being. He checked the bedroom and the bathroom to, but it was clear Trowa wasn't in the appartment. Eventually, Quatre gave up and decided to make breakfast anyway. Trowa was probably out getting more food, they had a very limited supply since Trowa had mentioned he hadn't planned to come to Earth. It was obvious to Quatre that the boy cared for the missing Angel, like a sort of big brother, but Trowa only had a sister. He wondered exactly who it was they were searching for, and was almost jealous.
He began humming as he made toast, he would make breakfast in case Trowa wanted some when he got back.
Another Place in Stratford:
Trowa hurried through the crowd, detecting an immortal aura up ahead. He pushed through the streaming people, getting evil glares and shouts of 'hay' as he shoved pedestrians aside. There it was, the demon he'd sensed. It was hastilly entering a building, looked chinese if he had to pinpiont a mortal location, and wore traditional dress. There was his lead, Hell had something to do with Duo's disappearance.
He realised it would probably be a fatal mistake to go charging in after the demon, possibly bringing mortals into the situation aswell. Heaven had allowed him to come to Earth for only a set amount of time, and on the solomn promise that he would not involve any mortals. He would go home and tell Quatre. Perhaps this demon was an aquaintence of his, maybe Quatre could get answers out of him. He started for the block of apartments where he 'lived', he had no idea how to ask Quatre. He couldn't ask the boy straight out, he'd already helped more than enough. Or could he? Quatre had willingly and enthusiasticly helped him so far, together they'd searched areas of town. They'd piled through hundreds of files in case Duo had become a pupil at a local school or got a job somewhere, driven for hours through countryside searching for anything amiss. Though nothing had come from it, it had given them a good base for a long-lasting friendship. If he asked, would the friendship buckle or would it hold enough to help him? The apartments towered in front of him, rising up from the baking concrete pavement that made everything shimmer in the summer heat. Now or never.
He climbed the stairs, taking his time, and when he opened the door to number 13 (What? Heaven can be superstitious too.) a beautiful smell wafted out. Eggs, bacon and sausages. Yum. (This is making me hungry...)
" Quatre?"
" Oh, hi Trowa! I made breakfast, glad you made it back in time." Quatre came over and gently steered him toward the table, where Trowa sat down and Quatre placed the plate in front of him. Quatre placed himself delicately on the seat opposite and picked up his knife and fork.
" Did you find out anything useful? I saw you'd gone shopping last night, the fridge is full, so I came to the conclusion you'd found something." Trowa chewed on his sausage for a moment. When he'd finished he told Quatre about the demon he'd seen, and about how it must be staying in the town.
" So I think I'm onto something, if it's nothing to do with Duo then it could at least be something Heaven needs to know. Perhaps Hell is now positioning demons on Earth." Quatre nodded.
" I heard Father mentioning something like that."
" Father?" Trowa asked. Quatre mentally made an oops noise, he'd have to tell.
" My Father, Satan." Trowa looked at him in awe for a few moments, and then carried on as though he wasn't sitting in the room with his potential death. That was the beauty of Trowa, Quatre found, he would react just how you needed him to in any situation.
" I see. Do you...know of this demon?" Trowa asked, hesitant to ask any more questions in case he got any more unwelcome answers. He'd just started to like Quatre, and didn't want anything else to pressure him into breaking things off with the blond.
" There are many Chinese demons in Hell, but yes. I do think I know who this one is. His name is Wufei, and I have known him since my childhood." There he had it, everything he'd need to know about the demon was sitting right in front of him. He hated using Quatre, but every day counted in finding Duo. And he wasn't far off from finding him.
Hell:
Duo woke as Heero turned over. The demon's arms had wrapped themselves around his middle, and his own arms were stuck fast around Heero. He remembered the previous night. Feroscious kissing and dancing far to close, it had continued long into the early hours of morning and when the Festival finally came to a close they'd fallen into bed together, savouring the warmth of the body near to them.
He lent forward and pressed his lips to Heero's slightly parted ones. He almost felt the boy smile when suddenly the arms around him tightened and he was pulled right up to his koi. His koi. The words felt so right as they bounced around the sun-filled corners of his mind.
" Morning." Heero's gruff voice sang out when the kiss ended.
" Good morning Heero. Surprised to find me in your bed?" Duo asked playfully.
" Yes. I thought it was just a pleasant dream." Heero's eyes finally opened and cobalt blue met lilac. (Little thing here, I'd say Duo's eyes were blue. But everyone here on fanfic says lilac, so since I read fanfics before I saw the series and since I've never seen endless waltz, I'll just go with lilac.)
Heero yanked the bed covers up over their heads and unwound his arms from Duo's waist. Duo groaned at the sudden loss of warmth but the groan soon turned to laughter as Heero began to mercilessly tickle him. " Although the dream may have been pleasant however, I never said I would allow you into my bed. This is your punishment." Fits of giggles rang out throughout the room until Duo choked out that he couldn't breath.
" Heero...I'm...Suffocating!" Duo laughed. Heero stopped and Duo collapsed exhausted into his arms. " I think I'm in love." Duo said contentedly, smiling in the arms of his new lover.
" You'd better be, or last night would have been a waste of time." Duo stared gobsmacked at Heero for a moment, before jumping onto him and declaring he was far to solemn.
" You're so practical! Like a machine. I only know one way that could make you more human."
" What's that then?" Duo lent in and gave Heero a soul-renching kiss, and then pulled away. It was Heero's turn to be gobsmacked.
" That way sounds great." He said, pulling Duo down for another kiss, but Duo wouldn't let him.
" I meant breakfast." He teased, pecking Heero's nose and then jumping briskly out of the bed. Heero pretended to frown at Duo's teasing, but inwardly all he could do was grin.
Earth:
The morning went swiftly as Quatre told Trowa all about Wufei. About his skills with the sword, about his fighting strategies, about his appearance and tricks.
" He uses magic, He's one of the few people who do. He's very good at it too, we need to watch out for it." Quatre explained.
" 'We'? I'm sorry Quatre but I'm going to ensure your safety by making you stay here." Trowa replied unexpectedly.
" What?"
" I want you to stay here." Quatre thought it over. Trowa knew well enough that he could fight if he needed to, as a son of Hell he had to. Wufei would never hurt him at any cost, he would be able to distract Wufei if anything went wrong. If anything he would be an asset to the mission.
" But why? I'd be no trouble and I can fight. Anyway, without me there you'll be destroyed, I know you will! I have to come Trowa."
" I'm not letting you."
" But..."
" No. Stay here. Goodbye Quatre." With that Trowa left the room. He picked up his sword and his gun, neither would kill the demon but should injure him sufficiantly. He clipped the scabbard to his belt and went out into the hallway in silence. There was no other noise but his breathing as he went into the stairwell.
He had to do it. He had to leave Quatre there, he didn't want to be responsible if he got harmed. Hell, he didn't want him to get harmed full stop. He would do whatever it took to make sure the blond stayed safe, even if it meant his own life. He didn't know why these new ideas appealed to him, but they were there, and could not be ignored.
He waited outside the building he'd seen the demon enter. For hours he stood outside, getting strange looks from people who noticed how long he'd stayed in the same position. He could have be thought a statue. Finally, he saw the revolving doors spin for the last time, and Wufei stepped out. The demon walked briskly down the steps and when he reached the bottom Trowa began to follow him.
" I have a gun." He said, pressing the cold steel to the demon's back. He was sure this was the one, he fitted Quatre's description and had the aura." Don't make a fuss or I'll shoot. Let's get away from the mortals and settle things elsewhere." He pushed forward and Wufei obediently complyed with his demands. If only Trowa had paid attention, he would have realised it was to obediently. As it was his mind was still on the little blond.
0o
Quatre watched Trowa and knew something wasn't right. Trowa wasn't in the right frame of mind to take on someone as skilled as Wufei, he hadn't even noticed Quatre as he followed him. He guessed that Trowa would definately need his help if things continued to follow the course they were on.
Suddenly Wufei appeared, walking with graceful ease down the steps toward Trowa. He knew Wufei could sense Trowa, he knew he was there. He knew exactly what was going on, he probably even knew it was Quatre stood where he was. Trowa made contact, without hearing them Quatre guessed the conversation easilly, they were off. Trowa led Wufei to the edge of the town. To the very outskirts where a run-down fence seperated a building site from weedy undergrowth, that in turn gave way to straggly looking trees. They climbed the fence, Quatre hid behind a burnt out car and noticed a sign that read 'cattle market'. It was obviously a deserted plot of land. Once the two were over the fence and out of sight, Quatre picked his way through the rubble and climbed the fence with ease. He heard the clash of swords and began to hurry. He couldn't let Trowa die, he couldn't!
Trees sped by, muffled greens and yellows and browns as Quatre ran toward the noise. He couldn't see them, they kept moving. Every time he saw one he couldn't see the other and then the one he saw would disappear.
Out of nowhere they were in front of him. Trowa tripped but managed to parry a blow from Wufei, who attacked with his Katana in a blurr of shining steel. Quatre watched horrified as Trowa was prevented from getting up, let alone getting his stance back, all he could do was weakly block the onslaught of flying metal. Trowa's wings had come out some time during the duel, and lay spread out beneath him. He was beautiful, in a terrifying way, as he was about to die.
Quatre wasn't going to let him die.
Trowa's sword was smashed from his grip, and went sliding off into the trees. Wufei took a step towards him, then another. The face of Trowa's oncoming doom. Quatre picked up the sword, he would kill Wufei, he didn't want to, but he'd have to to save Trowa. He stalked Wufei through the trees, and as the boy in front of him was about to strike the final blow he attacked.
" Wufei don't!" He brought the sword down, but Wufei responded amazingly fast. He swirled round and the sword clattered to the floor, the Katana whistled through the air towards Quatre's bare throat. Trowa screamed.
" Quatre! No!"
He he he, how evil am I, leaving you there? I hope this makes up for all the time you had to wait for T and Q to come back. Like the sap? I got there in the end I guess. This next part is just a kick-up-the-butt for a few people. LadyDragonWolfKnight, Serenity Maxwell, El Terrible Fizzy and ms trick all have to update soon or I will personally remove your livers with a spoon. I'm not sure if that's possible, and it'll take me some time to get to America but I will. SO UPDATE!
Anyway, thanks for all the great feedback, couldn't write this without all you great reveiwers! Keep reading and I'll keep writing.
Forgetful.
P.S. I doubt I will remove your livers, since that would prevent you from writing more chapters, but the general threat of me and my insanity still stands. So get on with it sweeties!