Forgetful: Um, yeah, I know you all really hate me now. And I messed up again by putting 'Another Prince of Heaven falling for an Angel', that's meant to be another Prince of HELL. And there were several typing errors again...Ooops...Still, this chapter you get to find out who dies! And so you should, I've kept you waiting for long enough as it is. (grins evilly) I love killing characters off!

Maikeru: See, she's just as manically depressed as me. You have that same desire to be evil!

Forgetful: Yes. But I can control it and I have a nice side too.

Maikeru: I do too have a nice side!

Shoichi: Yeah. Right. And I'm Santa Clause.

Maikeru: You are? (Eyes go sparkly) PRESENTS!

Forgetful: BOP. (Whacks Maikeru on top of head.) Snap out of it you pathetic worm. (Sighs and rolls eyes.) And yes, To-think-of-a-nice-name is right, Grannie is like Madam Foster. Well noticed, have a cactus cookie! (hands cactus cookie)

Misjudged Fates

Chapter 12 - Can you believe I got this far? Yay!

Last time...

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 in front 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.

This chapter:

Quatre and Wufei parted the crowds just in time to be confronted by Trowa and a stony expression of determination.

" Don't go doing something rash, Trowa..." Quatre warned to the nothingness in front of him, hoping it would carry to the figure sprinting across the stage.

Trowa knew what he was going to do, it was all planned in a not-so-difficult-to-complete idea in his head. In front of Duo was a space that, if filled, would save his life. And so, Trowa was going to fill that space. He called on his small reserves of magic, enough he hoped, to disguise whoever was killed on the stage. To make sure that when they dragged the body off everyone would think it was Duo. He weaved the enchantment around his fingers, creating the snowy wings, the purple eyes, the hair...Everything that was Duo, everything that made him, him.

Quatre lost him. He lost the distraught figure on stage because of a slicing pain that seemed to impale his heart on the wall and punch it till it went from red to black and blue. He clutched at it weakly and stood up straight, fighting against the pain he supposed was coming from Heero, and searching for something, anything to prove to him that Trowa was well, and more importantly, alive.

His whole vision was suddenly cut off as silver sparks exploded from the stage. They brought the tears to his eyes as he saw the figure slump onto the already freshly stained stage floor.

" Oh god no!" He sobbed." No! Why did he? Oh Trowa..." He mumbled, pain stricken, into Wufei's chest. Wufei, although awkwardly, held onto the little blond and gave him what comfort he could. They had seen him begin his magic, but hadn't seen his last move before...it happened.

Trowa had used his magic, yes, he'd thrown himself in front of the executioner and held his arms for a few moments. The executioner frowned in confusion, both from him not being able to move his arms and from something Duo said. Finally, Trowa brought forth the final step to his plan. He let the arms free and the sword plunged into the chest of the fake 'Duo'. He held his breath, would it work? Could magic even be sustained on a corpse? He didn't know, and so prayed to whatever deity, including God, was listening.

Finally he heard cheers, they must have fallen for it. He quickly, breathlessly unshakled Duo, picked him up, and carried him away from the guard that was taking his place. (A/N: Oh come on, you don't think Trowa's stupid enough to kill himself when he could save them both? As if...) The conviniantly placed guard now in the guise of Duo rhasped his last breath and went slack, but they weren't out of the woods yet.

Creeping back across the stage, weary that Wufei's magic could be withdrawn at any moment, he finally reached an unhappy Wufei and a distraught Quatre.

" Quatre?" Duo and Wufei jumped after hearing the voice. Duo more so since he'd just been dragged across the stage by some invisable force. Quatre immidiatly span round and, seeing Trowa, reached out and clung to him as hard as he could.

" Trowa! I thought..When that knife...Oh, I thought you'd done something stupid!" Trowa smoothed the blond hair.

" It's allright, I have more sense than that. However Duo...What the Hell happened? Do you know how much time and energy I spent searching and worrying for you?" The one he called 'Duo' looked both guilty and confused, until finally he said:

" I'm assuming the disembodied voice is Trowa..."

" Yes, and you're lucky it is! They almost wouldn't let me come find you as it was." Wufei made Trowa visible half way through his scalding, realising he actually hadn't made Trowa visable to Duo, and watched as Duo's confused face split into a grin. (He mentally prayed no-one would notice the mistake, he was a very proud demon.)

" T-man! You have no idea how much I missed you, and do you think they should get some central heating down here or what?" He chattered cheerfully. Trowa was taken aback as to how Duo could talk that way after a scrape with death.

" You almost just died." He deadpanned, still smiling aside from it all.

" So?" If I wasn't serious in fics, sweatdrops would be appearing on everyone's heads about...now.

" Never mind, let's go now. I honestly don't care about you two, but Prince Quatre and I go back a long way and I don't want to see him die now." Wufei ordered, taking Quatre by the wrist and pulling him along toward the exit of the stage area.

" You all go ahead, I have some unfinished business." Duo saw the smile slip off Trowa's face.

" Quatre-"

" I have to. Wufei, please make sure they get out safely, make sure you all get out safely." Trowa suddenly pulled Quatre into a kiss, thinking it could be the last for either of them. Wufei turned away in disgust and Duo watched gleefully, chattering about how Trowa had needed someone to keep him in check a LOOOOONG time.

" You get out safely too. I'll never forgive myself if you don't." He finally released Quatre and the Prince nodded. Then, before any more goodbyes, span on his heels and ran toward the palace. Duo watched Trowa, who's heart almost visably sank as Quatre faded into the inky-blue darkness. He started as a heavy hand clamped onto his shoulder.

" He asked me to get you out, so get a move on." He heard Wufei grumble.

The run/walk back to the portal was uneventful, and they passed through it without much fuss. It was only very small, Wufei explained, so it wouldn't cause any disturbance to anyone important. Once through (And back in the bomb-shell-hit art room) Duo began to question Trowa about Quatre.

"...And who is he anyway?"

" He's Quatre." Wufei replied, motioning for them to be a little quieter.

" Quatre...I know that name..."

" Heero's brother." Trowa filled in. Suddenly Duo's look became fraught as though he'd left the oven on while he was on holiday. " What is it?"

" Heero! We left Heero down in there! We've got to go back!" Duo lunged for the quickly closing portal, but Trowa restrained him.

" No! Duo I just got you back once, I won't let you run away again!" The portal closed fully with an out of place, cartoon 'POP!'. Duo fell slack in Trowa's arms. The silence was unbearable until Duo bravely broke it.

" Run...away?" He asked quietly.

" I thought, when you left, I'd upset you. I thought..it was that time..." Trowa struggled with his words, tripping over his own tongue.

" Trowa..no. I fell. I would never...I'm not that dumb. But maybe I am. I left Heero, goddamnit! I am such a retarded-!" Trowa interrupted.

" Duo! We'll find him, he'll be fine anyway, he's royalty. It's not an excuse to start spouting blasphamy!" He scalded, again. He seemed to always punish Duo, but Duo would always make him by doing foolish things." Come now, we have to go back to the apartment."

Hell (man, I'm really getting bored of having to write where everything is set...):

Quatre had searched the whole palace, all the gardens, dungeons, toilets even! Heero was just...gone.

" Damn." He muttered, frustrated and worried.

" Well, I didn't expect you to be here." Quatre froze as his Father's voice filled his head. Their Dad was just so inconvinient.

Forgetful: Short n' sweet. Can't be bothered to continue, I'm reading a good fic.

Maikeru: Chhuh, yeah.

Shoichi: I like it, it's interesting.

Maikeru: Yeah, well you would, 'cause you can both read long words.(sweatdrops) Shit. I just said that in front of the readers didn't I?

Forgetful and Shoichi: Yup!

Ja ne!