A/N: Hi! I'd like to introduce you all to some...friends...of mine. These are my muses:

Forgetful: Maikeru...

Maikeru: Hey there.

Forgetful: And Shoichi...

Shoichi: Boo.

Forgetful: Together they are the annoying duo that make up my mind. Maikeru is the desperate one that kills off characters, helps with any fluff that gets too lemon-ish and is generally evil.

Maikeru: That's mean! I do not..am not...Don't trust her people, she needs to take her mental pills.

Forgetful: (glaring) Just wait till I get you out of earshot...Anyway, Shoichi is the sweet one whome the Shoichi in some previous chapter was based upon. He helps with cute fluff, pairings, grammer and happiness. And, before you ask, Maikeru gets all the blame for spelling errors.

Maikeru: Grrrr...

Forgetful: Don't you 'grrr' at me, Mister!

Shoichi: (laughing)

Forgetful: (Broom in hand) Don't make me use this! (Waves broom menacingly)

Shoichi: Gulp, shutting up.

Maikeru: She's just bluffing.

Forgetful: Oh yeah?

Maikeru: Yeah.

Forgetful: (chases Maikeru off fic while whacking him hard with spikey end of broom.)

Shoichi: I guess that means we'll cut to the fic now...I'm not sure when they're gonna' be back. In fact, Maikeru may be taking a few sick days.. So, um, here we go!

Chapter 10

Misjudged fates

This part is set before Duo's execution, since I didn't tell you what Quatre and Trowa did whilst I wrote the evil act that I now must be redeemed from...In fact, it starts before the episode even with Arai. (Shudders.) Evil meanie...

Earth: (A day previously...)

Quatre smiled as he woke. Around him were white feathers, soft and warm, and around his waist was an arm. He followed it up to the body that owned it and smiled. Trowa was breething steadilly, still in the clutches of sleep. The feathers that surrounded him were wings, and he snuggled deeper into the white depths, wondering if Trowa would be stiff after sleeping with his wings open.

An angry complaint from Wufei in the next room broke the perfect moment and Quatre sighed. He carefully got up and dressed, silently in case he woke up the sleeping Angel on the bed. Shaking his head at Wufei's cussing, he wandered into the next room.

" Good morning Wufei, what would you like for breakfast?" He asked, noting the startled expression on the Demon's face. Wufei glared at him.

" Quatre you..!What is the meaning of this, this, insult? Why am I tied up in your accomodation on Earth?" Wufei demanded.

" Hello to you too. I suppose you will be wanting answers, I'm sure I would. But you'll have to wait. Trowa's going to talk to you, not me, I couldn't answer many of your questions." Wufei sat, still simply glaring. He was tied to a chair, both physically and magically, and he was stiff from sleeping on it. His mood was foul, and Quatre's offer of breakfast made him suddenly aware of how hungry he was. And, though he hated to admit it, how much he need the toilet.

" Yes, Trowa. Would that be the boy who so injustly attacked me last night? The same boy, I presume, that put that silly smile on your face too." Wufei retorted. Quatre had indeed been smiling, ever since Trowa had kissed him, though it was only a day ago he couldn't help but feel happy. And since he was in a mood exactly the opposite to Wufei's, he ignored the comments and walked past him into the kitchen, busying himself with breakfast.

" You dare walk out on me Prince! Come back here!" Quatre stifled a giggle at Wufei's demands, but didn't move toward him. It wouldn't be wise to get too close to him in the angry state he was in.

Trowa woke to a yell from his captive. The bed and his wing were warm, so Quatre must have already got up. Quatre. He still couldn't place the feelings he had for the boy. It couldn't...Could it? Could love really have found him? He smiled as images from the night before passed in front of his eyes. Opening them, and cutting the images short, Trowa saw the room. The white sheets of the bed were in a twisted knot around his legs and waist, and the bright morning sun shone in strips through the blind. They painted his chest with gold, and illuminated the cream wall on his right. The door was open, and he could hear the Demon's protests through it.

" Injustice!" He grinned. Time to go surprise his lover. He got up, the sheet around his hips, and snuck through the living room. Since Wufei was facing the window, he couldn't see the kitchen or the boy that slid through the archway.

Quatre gasped slightly as arms slid around him and lips kissed his cheek. He turned round so that he and Trowa were face to face.

" Good morning." Quatre greeted, calming down once he realised who it was.

" Good morning indeed. I hope I'm getting some of that." Trowa pointed toward the pan and the slowly sizzling eggs in it.

" These are for Wufei, but I'm sure I could stretch to making you some breakfast, for a small fee..." Quatre smiled sweetly, an unmistakable glint in his eye.

" And what would that 'fee' be?"

" Oh, just a kiss for every bite."

" That's a very reasonable price, I think I could manage that." Trowa agreed, placing a chaste kiss on Quatre's lips. Quatre pulled Trowa's head down and moaned as a tongue ravaged his mouth.

" Oh for pete's sake, I may not be able to see you but I have ears. If you wanted to torture me there are better methods." Quatre sighed, again, and went back to the breakfast.

" I'd better go talk to him now, since he knows I'm up. I'll pay the rest later." Trowa went back to the bedroom and put on his clothes. Carefully he put his wings away, and brushed his teeth, and then went to face the dragon in his living room.

Qhen he came int sight, Wufei groaned aloud.

" This day could not get any worse. What do you want of me, scum?" Trowa frowned.

" I wouldn't say were in a position to be calling me scum."

" You wouldn't hurt me, Quatre wouldn't let you." He had him there. The little blond probably wouldn't let Trowa do anything. Scowling now, Trowa drew his sword and placed against Wufei's throat.

" I don't think even Quatre could stop me. I've decided I dislike you to much. Now, I have some questions that, if left unanswered, may result in you losing a few limbs." Still grumbling, Wufei chose to conform. He didn't have anything to hide, so what would a few questions matter? He knew nothing of importance." First, what did you do with the fallen Angel?"

Hell: (Now, as in, presently.)

Heero sat in his room, alone, and so still he might have died where he was. He'd been like that the whole night, unable to sleep, unable to block the images of blood and death from his mind. And to think he was a part of all of this. He stood up and began to pace his room, the whole place a mess. Partly because of his rage at Duo's death when he'd been dropped in there for the night, and partly because of Duo's struggle when the guards had come to get him the first time. Before all of this, the beginning of all of this.

The flames of the torches danced up the walls. Blue sparks crackled, guards laughed in the gatehouse below, maids scurried past his door, screams of the dying echoed through his mind. He was sick of it! Sick of it all! He didn't want the screams at night, the twisted truth lacing his fitful dreams, the endless lonliness that wouldn't leave him to grieve in peace.

He didn't want to be alone.

Heero was shocked at his need for someone, anyone, to care about him. To worry, to want to see him safe. He wanted someone. His Father was insane, his Grandmother locked up, his Mother probably murdered by his Father, she was dead either way. Quatre was banished to Earth, Wufei still hadn't returned, and Duo...

A strangled sob broke the velvet silence in the dark room. He didn't want to be alone, therefore, he wouldn't be. Tears streaming down his face Heero yanked open the door of his room and raced into the corridoor. Paintings, doors, walls went past in an instant. Blurred lines that could be something but were gone before they could shape anything. Sound passed in stutters, but was always to slow to catch up with him. Perhaps if he ran fast enough, hard enough, far enough, perhaps he could escape reality. Perhaps he could fly up to the sky and hide there, sheltered by the clouds. If he ran, he could jump and be gone forever, be gone, forgotten. Maybe he could reverse time and make sure he never existed.

Suddenly, the world he'd made whilst running was brutally torn from him. The bubble of solitude he'd created burst, and he was stopped, mid sob, by an arm that could have been solid metal. He was pulled into a cold embrace.

" Hush now, cry it out. That's it. It's okay, I'm here." A hand toyed with his hair, smoothing it soothingly. The voice seemed to chase away the shadows that leered. Heero had found someone to care. He cried into the chest and savoured being held in safety, being held close as he shook.

Earth: (A day previously)

Quatre gasped.

" Really? Are you sure he's telling the truth?"

" Yes. " Trowa was sure. Wufei had no reason to lie. " They took him to Hell and your brother found him. Took him." A permentant frown was etched into Trowa's usually controlled features.

" But, all Angels in Hell..." Quatre started, coming to terms with the bleak prospect.

" He's going to be executed tonight. It was announced to the people yesterday after they nearly escaped to an Earth portal." Trowa explained, recalling Wufei's forced tale.

" Heero tried to help him escape? So then Heero...I knew I'd felt a change in him." Quatre, besides the situation, smiled.

" You felt what?" Trowa asked suspiciously.

" I have..a bond of sorts, with Heero. I can sometimes feel as he feels, if the emotion is strong enough."

" What can you feel now?"

" Anger, betrayal and..love. I knew it. He needed someone in his life." Quatre was still smiling, but Trowa was fuming.

" Are you telling me that your brother, lover of suffereing is in love with Duo? That monster? We have to get Duo out now before it's too late!" Quatre looked up hurt.

" I am also a Prince of Death, and yet I love you. An Angel, a captain at that, and yet I love you. Am I a monster?" Trowa just stared at him, lips parted in surprise. " Oh shut your mouth, you didn't honestly think I'd miss all the times in the nights you reported to your supirior?" Trowa shook his head.

" No. And you're not a monster. I suppose...that Heero did try to get Duo out of there. Still, we need to get him out sooner than yesterday."

" I'll get Wufei. He owes me a big favour, he can help us. I can get us into Hell, and I can get us out. But getting Duo will be up to you."

Hell: (Presently)

Soon the sobs subsided, and Heero stayed wearilly in the arms. His head was lifted up and the last trces of tears brushed from his eyes.

" There now. Do you feel better?" His father looked back at him. Kindness showed in his eyes and his voice was soft and understanding. Heero nodded. " It will be over soon. You'll forget about it and go back to your friends. You'll play and race and become a powerful ruler." Heero nodded again, and saw Arai standing in the shadows behind his Father's shoulder in the shadows. The spell broke, he changed the nod swiftly to a viscious shake of his head.

" No. No!" He pushed himself out of the arms of his 'Father' and saw it for the illusion it was. It was his same cold hearted parent, the same one that killed his love and his mother, who'd banished his brother for protesting against death, who'd chained him up and had him beaten by the very same man that was in the room.

" NO! You are not my father, you are not a part of me or my life! I will not be your puppet son!" He turned and fled. Where, he did not know. Anywhere was better than here.

Earth: (Previously)

Three figures crept through the hallways silently. The carpetted floors of Stratford High School were blue, but looked black in the darkness. There was a burning smell in the air, burning and gas. Never a good mix, but since they were in the science corridoor Quatre supposed it was an experiment done by the mortal teens. he wondered what it was like to work in those rooms; To be a student must be wonderful. (Forgetful: Whoa, how wrong is he? Maikeru: Well you wrote it! Forgetful: Shut up Worm!)

They reached an art room. Along the walls were pictures and paintings, most very good. He guessed only the best work was put up on the walls. Some of it however, was so bad it made him want to laugh. But A) They were trying to be silent, and B) Quatre is nice and doesn't critiscise other people's efforts.

Of course, the silent part had gone out the window when Trowa had broken the door to get into the art room. Why would thay have locks on the door of the art room/ In fact the whole school had locks on every door. It was a strange idea.

Wufei began to mutter something. His words grew louder, faster, in a language none of them knew. Quatre had counted on Wufei's magic and his own presence to open the Hell portal, if he was right they should get in here. Of course, the mortals just had to build over it with a school didn't they?

Suddenly a wind tore through the room. Pictures previously on tables and walls went flying, swirling through the air. Everything was soaked by the rain that flew out of the pertal, which itself was just one big blob of light. He wondered what explanation the teachers would give for the mess in the morning? It didn't matter, just as long as they got that angel back and Quatre could see Heero. He could feel his brother's desperation and crying pleas for help from where he was, the Hell portal making them stronger. He'd told no-one that Heero was in anguish. He thought it might have something to do with Duo, possibly with Duo's death. And he didn't want Trowa to get upset until they difinately knew he was gone. However it felt more like...disgust. A cry for help in the physical sense, not the need for consoling. Either way Quatre was worried, he loved his brother, and wanted to get there as soon as possble.

" ready to go save an Angel and kick some sorry ass?" Trowa asked.

" Completely." together, the two and Wufei behind, stepped into the light, and were gone.

A/N:

Forgetful: Well tadaaaa! Fini!

Maikeru: No duh.

Forgetful: (sticks out tongue) Anyway, sorry for taking so long. I was on holiday, then I was starting school again. It's dismal I tell you. New school years suck, they should be one big year. We've had to change teachers and classrooms and everything, and now I'm just confused because I lost my timetable and didn't write which room I'm in.

Maikeru: Loser. Heh.

Shoichi: She's found it now though.

Forgetful: I have. (Whacks Maikeru over the head with broom.)

Shoichi: I should really get one of those. Maybe it'll stop him from being mean.

Forgetful: He is mean isn't he?

Maikeru: Don't gang up on me!

Forgetful: Maybe I'll give you to Arai.

Maikeru: NO! (Runs away screaming.)

Shoichi: That wasn't nice.

Forgetful: I know. But it was funny.

Shoichi: (Sigh) It was wasn't it?