A/N: Well, here it is. I'm hoping you won't mind this chapter, you'll see why I said that once you've read it. But again, all is not as it seems.

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Misjudged Fates

Chapter 8 By Forgetful (l)

Hell:

Heero was indeed punished. He'd been thrown in a dungeon cell, but not to rot for eternity, it was simply a place for him to be kept from escaping. He'd spent three days already just sitting, only to be allowed out for that slimey freak known as Arai to strip him down to his undergarments and whip him until his back looked like it had been through a paper shredder. But that wasn't to bad, pain he could live with. The real punishment was at night when he heard wretched sobs echo mournfully through the numerous, winding dungeon tunnels. They would come every night and he would lie awake, unable to sleep. Just like he was now.

Duo's back was growing damp against the cold wall behind him. His black clothes were gone. Replaced by the tattered robes he'd first arrived in. His hair was sliding slowly but surely from his plait and he was hungry, thirsty and tired. And so he cried. He hated Hell, he hated Satan and he hated God for letting the whole situation happen in the first place. He was fine in Hell with Heero, it was almost pleasent with the soft, flickering lights, the strange carnivals and his strong body beside Duo's own.

He heard his own cursed wails as they bounced down the dark corridoors, but why should he care? There was no-one to hear him, even Heero hadn't come to his rescue. His eyes finally forced themselves shut as the first bell was rung, signalling that the working day had begun.

As the bell that Heero had learnt to despise rang, the latch on his door was drawn back with a screech, and Arai walked in.

" Ready for you punishment, Dark Prince?" He asked, peircing eyes flickering over Heero's form. Heero looked up from his position on the bench. From there he could just see out of the window to the market, but his daydreams were once again going to be interupted by his Father's 'punishment'.

He was led into a room with monotone walls. Completely monotone, their blank grey, mouldy cement really rubbing in exactly what a situation he was in. His clothes were removed, probably more to humiliate him than for practicallity, and his wrists were bound in chains. The chains held him up by his arms, their stretching up to the ceiling, silver links clanking every time he moved. His trained ears locked on to the sound of a case being opened. He could almost picture the whip, being taken out almost religiously in all it's grotesque glory. He picked out the whistle as it swished through the air and almost winced as it cracked on the floor, that was the test.

SwishCrack

He set his jaw as the first blow came, leaving a burning line down his back. And his back arched as his muscles tensed, the movement cracking the once-healing scabs and letting blood seep out.

SwishCrack /1/

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/3/ He counted the blows in his head. The first day it had been one hundred, the second two hundred and the third three'./4./ He imagined this day would be four hundred, and was surprised when the whip stopped at a mere five. He opened his eyes, which he realised had been firmly shut, and attempted to turn to look behind him. His arm got in the way though, and so he was completely shocked when arms encircled his waist. /What? Why did...What/

" Why have you stopped? And why...?" Heero asked, glancing to the arms around his middle and inwardly cursing at how feeble and scared his voice sounded. This wasn't him, this simply wasn't Heero Yuy. When Arai did reply, it was in barely a whisper.

" I had a conversation with your Father, he was concerned about you. He beleives you have some...issues. He wanted to address the problem with your 'preferences'." One of the hands began running absently up and down his chest in way that made Heero's skin crawl. " We thought long and hard for a way to make you realise that how you are is, well, wrong. Both him and myself beleive that you wouldn't listen if we just tried to reason with you, we needed to take action." Arai slid around to Heero's front, his face so close Heero could feel his breath and his arms still rudely trespassing on his hips. " And so he decided to let you do what you wanted and work it out of your system, he said 'if he wants to be gay, I'll let him be gay', and he asked me..." His face moved closer still, and his whole body was up against Heero's own."...to help you." Heero's lips were smothered by another pair and a hand had left its station on his hip and instead travelled up his thigh, under his underwear to places best not travelled to. A feeling of pure revultion swept up and down Heero's body in waves, he had to get out, and he had to get this disgusting pervert off him!

Duo had gotten sick of being in the dank cell, feeling like an outcast and a hatred for everything. He wasn't just going to sit around waiting for his own death, they didn't honestly think he would? He studied the lock. It wasn't an easy thing to study, it was intricate and complicated and just made his head hurt looking at it. He fiddled with it for a while, using all his tricks and skills learnt from escaping from his room in Heaven, but nothing worked. Damned Hell and its expanding technology. He gave up and moved to the window, it had the typical iron bars on it, and they were well kept and showed not even the slightest hint of rust. He sighed, unless the brickwork wasn't really as solid as it looked he was stuck where he was. Through the window though, he could see the market, and he busied himself watching the daily routines of people who would be glad to watch him die. Bakers and fancy people in business suits. Flourists, waitresses and even school children. For such a modern city and way of life they sure had an old, no ancient treatment of prisoners. That sucked big time.

Arai was stronger than Heero had thought him. The boy had been pinned to the wall in an aparently one-sided fight, until a knee connected with a tender spot and a foot connected with a head. From then on Heero had continued to use his kicks and swipes until the bloodied figure of Arai lay unmoving on the floor. Expertly using his toes, he hooked the keys out of Arai's pocket.

Soundlessly he dropped to the floor. The chains hit the wall behind him with a heart stopping clatter, but no-one came and he lent against that same wall getting his breath back and his mind around what had just happened. /My own Father was willing for that to happen to me.../The disliking he'd had for his Father changed swiftly to complete, dark hate. No normal parent would kill for fun and let such...disgusting things happen to their children. Quatre had been right every time he'd said their Father was sick and twisted. He crawled over to the whip and, using the sword he'd taken from the unconcious Arai, cut it in half. That whip wouldn't be cutting up his back any more. Then he painfully put his trousers back on. He was just reaching for his shirt when he heard footsteps. He had no time, he had to find Duo and get out then and there. Now.

He slipped out of the room and, all senses alert, searched every cell silently.

Duo had no tears left to cry that night. All he felt was a deep dissapointment that he'd never got to do everything he'd wanted to. He'd never met a mortal. He'd never drank alcohol, excusing the Hellish version that wasn't exactly the same as the type he planned to try. He was yet to go to the drop off, the edge of the clouds where you could look down on Earth. Of course he'd already 'dropped off', so he concluded he may end up missing that one out. And one more thing recently added, he'd never made love to Heero. And was still waiting to hear the words, 'I love you'.

Then again, he'd substitute most of those things for a simple sandwich and some water. His stomach wasn't used to such neglect.

" Duo!" A voice hissed. His head snapped round to the door of his cell. The rectangular hole through which the guards checked on him had eyes peering through it. Piercing cerulean eyes.

" Heero! You...I didn't think you'd.." He stuttered, his brain fully processing that he might not die after all.

"Shhh, wait, I'm going to get you out." A faint rattling of keys was heard before the door swung open with a creak that made Heero wince. His wince dissapeared when he was suddenly caught in a loving embrace that half killed him. And a smile took its place when kisses were trailed along his cheek. "It's good to see you too." He muttered. Pushing the Angel off him and pulling him along by the hand. " We're leaving. I would have come to get you sooner but...I had some problems. We'll find Quatre on Earth and hide out with him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind us..." Heero stopped halfway and pulled Duo right up to his chest so neither would be seen from around the corner. A whistling guard walked past, his feet clanking on the damp floor. When his noises had finally faded away, Duo asked.

" Heero, where is your shirt?" Heero gave him a death glare.

" Not an apropriate question Duo." He replied, once again yanking the stumbling Angel along. Since when had there been so many guards on patrol? Suddenly, shouts were heard further down the tunnel. Either they'd found Arai or realised Duo was missing. Neither was good. " Quickly now, they're onto us!" Heero fought his way up some steep stone steps and pushed open a door into the open air. Or at least as open as it could be underground. Together they ran across the open garden to the cover of some trees.

" Heero? I've got another inappropriate question. But I have to know, I was thinking in that horrible place. There's to much time to think there, but I was thinking...Just how much I think I love you." Silence followed, and Duo continued cautiously. "Do you...?" Heero smiled softly, not an expression his face was used to, but he would always make an excepion for Duo.

" Duo, I love you too. Why would I come back to get you if I didn't?" He tilted the Angels head up and planted a kiss on his lips. "The Earth portal is over there. It's an unguarded one, as it's for royalty only and no-one is supposed to know where it is. Not even soldiers. We have to be quick, as it's in the open and unlocking it will cause a disturbance. Not as big as the storm, but certainly big enough to attract attention. Be warned. Now, are you ready?" Duo nodded his head vigorously. This was their last chance. He didn't know what would happen to Heero if they failed, but he would certainly be killed. And unpleasantly at that. Quietly, Heero counted to three. His fingers going up with each number. Duo tensed, he prepared, he ran. He ran like the wind, his hand in Heero's. The shimmer ahead indicated they'd unlocked it, in two seconds they'd be on Earth...

Something caught his wrist and he was yanked back and up off his feet. He was thrown to the floor and he turned over to see a shadow surrounded by blue flame. Only Heero's voice proved it to be real and not a dream.

" Father."

A/N: AHHHHHH! Muhahahahaha! I can't beleive how much I'm playing this out. This chapter wasn't supposed to end here, but it did because it ended up longer than it was 'spose to. So, you likey? (Goes really red at you-know-what-part.) Did I really write that? I scare myself, ewwww, my mind is wrong. I spared details, and I didn't let it get far, but it happened and that's it, nothing can change it except my awsome authoress powers. And they won't, though I've begged. Them and my muses don't like me so they decided to make me pay by keeping it in there. Okay, well, to know whether or not they escape the evil wrath of the God of Death, you're going to have to reveiw. Because from next saturday I'm on holiday. HA HA! That means I either update this week or in three weeks. Only lots of reveiws this week. A miniscule amount of reveiws means you have to wait. Heh heh, excuse my evil laugh, my throat is sore and I sound evil when I laugh now. But that was meant to be evil! SO COWARE! Speaking of COW, my friend was rolling down a hill in a field when we were on a picnic. (I know, so retro. But picnics can be fun...) Anyway, she landed splat on a cow pat and had to borrow some clothes. Not to mention she had to walk home smelling like poo. Heh, just thought that might make you laugh a bit. Anyway, have fun till I see you next!

Siyonara! (Spealt incorrectly probably.)

Forgetful (l)