Forgetful: So..yeah. This is chapter 11 and I'm really sorry for the errors in the last chapter. I had to post it real quick and had no time to proof read...plus my typing sucks.
Maikeru: You can say that again.
Forgetful: Okay. Plus my ty...HAY! Ingrate...
Shoici: (Sweatdrop.) They're at it again...
Forgetful: Okay, so I didn't explain about the empathy all to well...You know about the little bondy thing, well the 'anguish' felt by Mr. Personality, (AKA Heero Yuy,) was not over Duo dying. As you'll notice in this chapter, that would be impossile. Yeah I'll tell you why later. It was over Heero FINDING OUT that Duo was going to die, or more like working out, but hey. So yeah, he's worked it out. And Quatre's feeling the effects, poor guy...
Maikeru: (cough) Loser (cough)
Shoichi: Oi! I like Quatre, he happens to be a personal friend.
Maikeru: Go drink tea with the onna then.
Forgetful: Maikeru? (Maikeru nods) Have you been watching my Gundam Wing series again?
Maikeru: What? Why...How...But you...?
Forgetful: You're talking like Wufei and you know who Quatre is and that he likes tea.
Maikeru: Damn. She's too perceptive.
Forgetful: Oh, and NEXT TIME YOU CALL QUATRE AN ONNA I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE! Got it?
Maikeru: (Gulp) Yuh-huh.
Shoichi: Heh heh...
Maikeru&Forgetful: SHUT IT SHOICHI!
Misjudged Fates
Chapter 11
It spewed them out into black with a head battering roar. When Quatre looked up from his face-first-sprawled position on the floor, a familiar darkness pressed in on him. Heero's presence seemed all around him, muffling, although the silent cries for help had stopped. Quatre longed to see him.
" Everyone alright?" Trowa asked quietly. Quatre gave a slight nod, now stood up with a hand pressed uselessly against his aching heart. Wufei, though glaring, also gave a nod." Okay, Quatre can you lead us?" Trowa requested.
" I don't know where the 'us' came from..." Wufei grumbled. Ignoring him, Quatre nodded again nervously.
" This way." He walked past the nearest torch and was enveloped by the darkness.
(A/N: Right now Heero's probably in his 'Rapunzel' room. Duo's still in the cell, Arai's gone off somewhere after the little 'episode' with Heero ect... I know it's hard to keep up, but you'll get it eventually, I promise.)
Quatre opened the door to what was once his room. When he'd left he'd not had time to take anything, and thankfully all his belongings were still there.
" I don't think we'll stay hidden wearing what we're wearing. Well, except maybe Wufei. Here Trowa." Quatre said, handing Trowa a black jacket. It was stylish, slim fitting and Quatre decided Trowa looked good in it. He vowed to make him wear it 'back home'. Trowa, after taking the jacket gratefully, had slipped it on and was now stood in black looking taller and more slender than ever. (A/N: Yup girls, it's the wonders of black.) Quatre himself slipped on a black silk shirt and was ready to go. Since both he and Trowa had dark jeans on and Wufei had his typical Chinese get up, (In black of course...), They'd probably melt into the background pretty easilly.
" I guess this it it then." Quatre mumbled, preparing himself mentally.
" Just get on with it Prince." Wufei snapped. Rolling his eyes, Quatre took a deep breath and opened the door. He slipped out into the dark corridoor, closely followed by Wufei. Trowa, having being told the directions by Quatre on the way to his room, snuck off in the other direction in search of Duo.
" Mind telling me where we're going? I know I owe you a favour but this is a bit much, I at least deserve to know what's going on." Wufei whispered harshly. Quatre looked at him tiredly.
" Fine. we're going to find Heero. Now be quiet, unless you want us both dead." He shushed.
" They won't kill me." Wufei stated smugly.
" No, but I'll kill you if they catch us." Quatre replied coolly with an innocent smile. Wufei shuddered, for someone who was all for peace Quatre sure knew how to make a threat threatening.
They got to Heero's room and Quatre pushed open the door quietly.
" Heero?" He called, and, after some consideration, "Duo?" No answer came however, and he stepped into the bomb wreck known as his brother's room. It was unusual for anything belonging to his stoic sibling to be out of place, and so this was downright weird. The bedclothes were strewn on the floor, along with an overturned table, its contents spilt on the carpet. He went over to the window, which had the curtain rail diagonally stacked across it, having had one of the heavy drape-curtains pulled. Hard. All in all, the place definately needed redecorating.
Wufei had stepped into the cave-o-mess after Quatre, and had soon stooped to pick up a photograph. It was a picture of him, Quatre and Heero. one of the very few which had managed to catch Heero smiling. Though Wufei was only meant to serve the Princes, he had had some good times with them. And could almost say he cared for them, in a brotherly kind of way.
" He's obviously not here. Perhaps that scum-bag of a Ruler got to him." Wufei raised an eyebrow. Times were definitely changing for Quatre to talk that way, that and the whole son-of-Satan-helping-an-angel thing.
" I agree. If, indeed, your Father found a reason to have him removed from his room, it'd be logical to check the dungeons, the tower, the throne room and wherever your Father is right now." Quatre nodded. There was a pause before he continued.
" Just one thing Wufei, please don't refer to Satan as my Father. It hurts to remember I was raised by such evil." Quatre requested, peering out into the gloomy corridoor. Seeing no-one he motioned for Wufei to follow him into the darkness.
" As you wish Prince, I don't like being associated with the jovanistic pig either." Wufei replied quietly as they turned toward the nearest place they thought Heero might be; The throne room.
Wherever Trowa is:
Trowa had felt his heart sink as soon as Quatre and the hot tempered demon were out of sight. He only hoped Quatre would stay safe, he didn't like Hell one bit, even if it was more modern than he expected it to be.
Pausing in the shadows beside the 'National Bank' he decided Natwest and Barcleys didn't really fit with the ice blue of the torches and the demons slowly erecting a stage for the grusome public event. Trowa knew for a fact that every week executions were held as a spectacle for the citizens. He knew people had, were going to and would always be put to death on that stage, a million bodies had gushed forth their life-blood on that network of steel rods that made up the stage's scaffolding. Their blood was ground into the grain of the wood that made up its floor.
Turning at street he cautiously scanned the highstreet from the corner of 'Boots' and came face to face with the gleaming walls around the palace gardens. And, beyond those, the twinkling turrets of the palace itself, yellow lights flickering in the windows. Duo was either in the dungeons of that thing or in the Court-house awaiting trial. Trowa concluded that Demons were a lying bunch of self-helping bastards who wouldn't give Angels a fair trial if they were paid to. Safe to say he went up the street and straight for the dungeons.
They were set slightly away from the Palace, and you had to cross the palace grounds to get to the Satanic home from the prison cells. Trowa briefly recognised that his trip through town had been a waste of time, he could have gone straight from Quatre's room to them simply by walking through some hedges. Oh well, at least he'd found the God forsaken things. Forgive the term...
Slipping through the darkness and avoiding the crackling lamps he finally reached the smooth, white walls of the dungeons. Unlike most mortal castles, this palace had its dungeons above ground. Going inseide he saw a desk. It was almost like a hotel, he just hoped he wouldn't get caught by the receptionist.
You've got to be kidding me. They don't seriously check in here, do they? He snuck closer and explored further, and found stairs behind the counter. Lifting himself with ease over the barrier, he followed the stairs down into the depths of truths that had been hidden for eons.
Back with Quatre and Wufei:
He wasn't in the bedroom. He wasn't in the Throne room. He wasn't in the kitchens. He wasn't with Satan. Quatre was getting more frustrated and more determined by the minute. All he wanted was to see Heero, just chack he was holding up, that he was alright. He woke from his thoughts to a hand on his shoulder.
" We'll find him Prince. He's here, I can sense him, just waiting for you to find him. Come, we've yet to check the dungeons." With a watery smile Quatre followed Wufei this time, seemingly losing hope.
Trowa:
He'd walked through line upon line of empty, festering, rank-smelling cells, none containing Duo or any trace of him. However he was or had been in the complex recently, and as far as Trowa could tell was still there.
" Come on Duo, let me know where you are..." He asked under his breath to no-one in particular. As expected no reply came, and Trowa had to bite back a sigh. This was getting him nowhere and he only had a few hours at most to find that damnded grinning Angel. He heard noises echo through the damp walls and headed towards them. The sound of stuggling filled him with a twisted hope that it was Duo making that break for freedom. He sped round a corner to find the company, whoever thay had been, gone. Down one of four directions, each looking more formidable and likely to get him lost than the last. He went into the now unlocked cell and was almost thrown back out by the overpowering and unmistakable essence of Duo that clung to the walls like glue. It was coated in thick waves around the cold room and Trowa noted with horror that Duo had been in extreme emotional pain in there, and for a while aswell it seemed. He punched the wall with enough force to split open his knuckles.
" Damn." He muttered. " Damn them all to the Hell after Hell."
" Trowa?" Trowa span round at a shakey voice and found Quatre looking worriedly at him from the doorway. Quatre ran into Trowa's arms and stood there for a moment. " I can't find him. I don't know what's happened to him." Quatre eventually mumbled into the Angel's chest.
" Neither can I." Trowa gave a sad smile." Some group of saviours we turned out to be."
" I can feel him...Duo. His presence is all around me." Quatre told them.
" Me too. We have to find him." Nodding for the millionth time that day Quatre pulled away to see Wufei skillfully avoiding them with his eyes.
" We do. And I know where he could be."
They arrived at the door within half an hour. From getting lost and taking longer routes to avoide patrols of guards. The door led into a badly lit room, (Notice a pattern with the unstylish decore in Hell yet?), filled with herbs and strange contraptions. Out of nowhere a little old lady scuttled out from wherever she'd been hiding and surprised Quatre with a hug.
" Quatre my little one! Where have you been? You used to come every few days, I haven't seen you for months!" She garbled quickly.
" Hello Grandma." Quatre smiled.
" And Wufei! You fool." She suddenly gave him a sharp clip round the back of the head. Wufei winced and looked guilty. Lets just say that's a look you'd see once in a blue moon on that demon's face." You've not been either. And you are meant to look after me. Lazy youth." She grumbled. Apparently completely overlooking Trowa.
" Grandma?"
" Hmm?" The strange onld bat pricked up her ears at her Grandson's voice. " What?" She snapped, in a loving way of course.
" Was anyone brought here for your treatment?" The woman made a show of thinking it through. Hand on chin, head tilted slightly, she looked slightly comical. Trowa was nowhere near laughing though. He'd been disappointed by the room. it was lovely, interesting, not all that repulsive, it just didn't contain duo.
" Yes." She suddenly said loudly. Everyone's previously wandering attention was brought back to her." Yes there were three. One was a little shit who just yelled at me. Another reminded me of you Quatre, it wasn't nice to watch him walk to his death with that thought in my poor old mind. And the last...Boy I called him. He's in love with Heero. Speaking of Heero, have you seen him? He's not come to see me either and without all of you I thought I was going to go insane. Plus I want to know what's going on. I never expected it to happen again..."
" Again?" Quatre was lost.
" Again. Another Prince of Heaven falling for an Angel." They all stared at her blankly and she sighed as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. " Your Mother Quat, and your Father. A prince of Heaven falling for an Angel, that was how you came about my love." Quatre almost fainted. Trowa was about to have a heart attack, and Wufei...Well he just stood there.
" You didn't tell me this for sixteen years, why?" The cooky lady shrugged. Quatre looked to the closed-off Wufei for guidence. " Oh Skies above, you knew too didn't you? What did I do to deserve such relatives!" Quatre shook his head. Trowa ignored the whole life changing comment just made and went back to the situation in hand.
" What were you saying about Duo?" He demanded.
" Duo? You meen Boy? Well he left me not long ago. He's going to be executed don't you know." Trowa was seething. He had no patience left for this silly old woman. Well would you in his situation?
" Which way did he go?"
" Left my dear, to the backstage area for the weekend announcments. Quatre can get you there, can't you Quat? Oh and Quat?" The woman asked.
" Huh?" She pointed to Trowa.
" Who is he?"
Later:
After many hugs and kisses from Quatre's Grandmother once she'd found out about Trowa and Quatre's relationship, they were finally at the stage entrance, franticly overlooking the crowds the find Duo.
" There!" Trowa pointed, latching his eyes onto the bowed, braided head and battling his way towards it through the crush of people.
" Trowa! Hold on!" He could hear Quatre's drowning cries, just, over the noise and bustle. His heart was in his feet as he saw Duo get lead through a doorway onto the stage.
" Shit!" He cursed, vainly trying to move faster. Suddenly he burst through onto the stage.
Quatre watched it all with a dying heart, Trowa was going to get himself killed.
" Damn it, do something Wufei!" He yelled.
" If I must." The chinese pilot sighed. He muttered an incantation and Trowa flickered for a moment.
" What did you do?"
" Us and Duo are the only ones able to see him now. It's all up to him form here on in." Wufei explained, watching the acrobatic Angel as he was hidden from sight.
Trowa was on stage, but no-one noticed him. I owe you a lot Wufei. He mentally thanked.
Duo was shackled to a wall and he had mere seconds before the knife was going to be plunged into his heart. Trowa ran, and ran.
Someone had to go infront of Duo when that knife got too close, and all Trowa knew was that he had to save Duo from death. Even if that meant Trowa died himself.
Forgetful: (Ducks from second lot of rotten veggies and petrol bombs being thrown her way.) Will I kill him? Ha! You'll just have to wait and see.
Maikeru: KILL HIM! KILL HIM!
Shoichi: No! That would just be too sad! (Sniff.)
Maikeru: I know, kill them both! Then both Princes of Hell would fall into a downward spiral of depression.
Shoichi: No! Save them both! WUFEI! DO SOMETHING MAGICAL!
Forgetful: God, you two are so stereotypical. So, to find out which one, or if none or even both die, read my next chap of Misjudged Fates. There I go sounding like a cheap mouthwash advert again...
Ja ne.