Here's anohter chapter for you all!

Thank you for telling me about Wufei's sword! I have been dutifully informed that it is, in fact, a dao. Not a Katana, as it is most commonly referred to as. I hate to be wrong, which is why bad spelling doesn't suit me (Even though it's my major problem anyway.) and I like to make sure whatever I say is reliable and does justice to the origional. --; Guess I'm just weird that way. Boku wa hen da...

Warning: There's some gore in this chapter peeps. Other than that, I quite like it. :grin:

And a friend found a fantastic quote for this story that comes from a film called Little Nicky. It goes;

If your father was the devil and your mother was an angel...

...You'd be messed up too.©

Heh, isn't it great?

Chapter 14

By O.Forgetful.O Yay, I changed my name!

Quatre and Heero were undisturbed as they ran through the winding garden paths. Heero thought it ironic how they never once ran into trouble, where he and Duo hadn't been able to move without it being on their heels. Quatre stumbled blindly after his brother, knowing his route only thanks to his hand clasped tightly by his sibling prince, and with the knowledge that soon he'd have to find a way to tell him about their mother. Although, he still didn't know wether or not it was their Father who killed her.

The trees and grass soon gave way to a simple earth clearing, this was the Earth portal that Heero and Duo had been caught at, and the icy remnants of Heero's discussion with Satan were still easily visable. Heero summoned it and it opened at his command, as Quatre had lost his privilages when he was disowned he could no longer travel the ways of the layers (1) without a guide.

" Come." Heero suggested bravely, after a moment of uncertanty. They both stepped gingerly into a patch of nothing and were gone, although their expressions betrayed the thoughts that they kept. The worry that they'd just simply walk forward and look like fools, still alone in the garden. As it happens, it worked and they found themselves in the forest where Quatre had started out.

" Which way?" Heero asked. Quatre nodded in the general direction of the road.

Elsewhere on Earth:

Duo woke to the sun on his back for the first time in weeks, which on their own had seemed to stretch on for months. Although warm and happy to be back in the light, he found it a painful reminder that Heero wasn't there with him, and that he couldn't share the sunlight for the first time with the prince.

He'd found his dreams filled with him, Heero, always there and just out of reach. Suddenly, a Magpie's screech was heard through his open widow, Magpie's could symbolise anything but...It was a bad omen, he could tell.

" Duo?" A quiet knock came on Duo's door, it slid open to reveal Trowa, a smile on his face.

" Good morning Duo, I have something to show you." However exiting it might have been, Duo just wasn't a morning person, not even when it came to breakfast.

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Trowa had woken that morning to an urgent knocking, and had dragged himself out of bed with a light of hope in his eyes. Well, he could hope, couldn't he?

Stumbling to the door he'd woken himself up through pure self-persuasion, picked up his sword to be safe, and had pulled it open and let out the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. Quatre smiled at him prettilly, and Trowa dropped his sword to envelope his love in an embrace.

" I was so worried, you aren't hurt? We've all been waiting, and Duo's been pacing and driving the Demon mad." He pulled away and placed a gentle kiss on Quatre's lips, cupping the blond's face. The noise of a throat being cleared brought them both back to the present. Quatre blushed and laughed nervously.

" This is Trowa, and Trowa, this is my brother, Heero." Trowa held out his hand and Heero shook it warmly, he'd have to give this boy a talk to, just to check he was genuine. " Could you try to get Duo up Trowa? I'm pretty sure Heero wants to see him." With a silent nod Trowa left compliantly, and Quatre turned to face his brother seriously. " Father's not going to like this, is he?"

" No. But Father never liked much anyway."

" No, I don't suppose he did." Quatre toyed with an old looking table cloth, noticing they were both still stood out in the hall. " But what about Duo and Trowa? Surely Heaven is going to want to know about, well, us." Heero nodded solemnly. Of course, heaven would definitely object about it's angels consorting with demons, and the idea that they had the heirs to Hell right there...Well, neither of them were safe. But on Earth, they should be safer than anywhere else.

" Wufei!" Quatre's startled greeting made Heero turn around swiftly. Another surprise to add to the growing pile.

" Prince Quatre, and Heero. It is good to know you're both well."

" Wufei? I didn't think you'd have stayed after...everything..." Heero both stated and asked, the demon wasn't known as 'patriotic', but he'd had past run-ins with the angelic kind, and seemed to prefer the company of demons immensly. Heero hadn't expected the just boy to stay.

" I couldn't very well leave you with these people, could I? Besides, that father of yours was giving me a headache." Quatre smiled and Heero nodded, the comment could be taken two ways, and all boys understood the double meaning. Wufei would stay on their side.

" I'm afraid he insists on sleeping, just come in. I'll wake him up later. For now, come in." Trowa spoke quietly, not feeling welcome within the little reunion, but feeling there were still some things to discuss. The princes walked into the living room where Quatre preceeded to promptly collapse into a sofa chair. (A sofa chair: a very small sofa that seats two people, but only if they're close. Resembles a big chair, hence the name.) Heero stood nervously by the couch and watched as Trowa whispered something in Quatre's ear before wandering off once more. Only the brothers and Wufei remained, and Quatre cleared his throat nervously.

" I have something to tell you Heero, something I suspect Wufei already knows." Heero eyed the two suspiciously while Wufei looked like a rabbit in the headlights. " It's our Mother, Heero..." Wufei visibly relaxed, and Quatre wondered just what Wufei had thought he'd known. " We never saw much of her, but do you remember that time we couldn't explain?" Heero's look of confusion made Quatre want to sigh impatiantly, this was already difficult enough. "The mirror Heero, remember the window mirror?" Of course...

Random Flashback...

They'd been talking excitedly about the upcoming festival of death, it was funny how things always seemed to happen around that time. Both brothers were around twelve, and Wufei wasn't anywhere in sight, for the moment.

" So, we get to do the decorations? I already had some ideas anyway." A younger, happier looking Quatre walked backwards so that he could speak to a twelve-year-old Heero behind him. The two were in the delapidated part of the castle, no-one ever went there because there was no need to. It was abandoned. However the boys found it a good place to hide, to just be without the fearful presence of Satan at their backs. They stopped in a light-filled room, it was all cream, which was odd for Hell. There was a large window and a four poster bed with white silk as the curtains. bookshelves lined the walls, and there was a dressing table and windowseat. Pictures on the walls were framed, but so faded you couldn't make them out. But, in Hell there was no sun to fade photographs, even if they did keep all the torches lit there it wasn't enough to fade the picture. Neither knew how that had happened.

" I thought you'd enjoy it, and Father was in a reasonable mood. I think the hunt helped his spirits a little." (AN: In a review somewhere, a wonderful reviewer mentioned the fact that I contradicted myself. Having said at one point Heero could kill easilly, and Quatre couldn't, and then saying that Duo would be his 'first kill'. What I meant was that it would be his first humanoid/angel kill, he'd killed animals before, something Quatre can't bring himself to do. Preservation of life and all that.)

Heero settled himself on the bed. It was odd that the room hadn't been cleared out of the personal belongings. The sheets were still on the bed, there were still prefume bottles on the dresser. It was creepy, but the two still felt drawn there. He looked over to his brother, realising the blond hadn't moved and there had been silence for a while. The sight that met him was distressing. Quatre was white and wide-eyed, staring at something over Heero's shoulder.

" Quatre?" He looked behind him, there was nothing there. Standing up, he shook the little blond, trying desperatly to wake him out of the trance he was in. The boy didn't even look at him, just lifted a limp arm to point to the same spot behind Heero. He looked again.

" Quatre, there's nothing there. Quatre!" The boy was lost, and he scanned the room, hoping to find whatever was causing the strange turn in his brother. And that's when he saw it.

On one wall was a full-length, silver mirror. The carvings round the edge were of roses and secret things, a pendant hanging from a thorn, a parchment sealed from prying eyes. But, if you looked for longer, you could begin to see a forest with unicorns and sprites dancing. It was like a window into the world beyond what they knew, one that would make a man insane if he gazed to long at the flowers and wonders there. And, in between the trees, you could just make out a winged woman with blond hair and piercing blue eyes...

However, Heero took no notice of the fact that there was a colour picture in a silver carving, his gaze was held fast by the reflection in the mirror itself. Easily he made out Quatre and himself, but there was a figure behind. The woman from the silver-carved forest. What disturbed him most was not that she wasn't there when he turned but remained in the reflection, wasn't Quatre's unnatural stillness, it was that both he and his brother had wings. In the reflection only of course, but there they were, as though they'd simply been hiding for twelve years. Innocent and white, just like angels. Suddenly the woman spoke, but her voice betrayed her beauty. It was rhasping, grinding, as though someone had cut her throat. Surely enough, her reflection began to gag, and crimson blood dribbled from her mouth as the racked with ragged coughs, splattering on her white dress.

" On't...t...im...Dn't...et...him...Don't...let...hm! Scop the massacre! Scohh...!" Her choked warning was barely registered as her eyes became black. She cried blood-tears, letting the red stream down her face. Still choking, but giving up on words, she stood. Her mouth was one big hole of red space, the liquid from it ran down her body and pooled on the floor, staining white satin slippers. Her neck sported an ugly gash, the wound raw and blistering. Her hands dropped to the floor, followed by her wonderful wings, leaving her two bleeding stumps at her wrists and shoulder blades. More crimson joined the flow. Her hair matted with the red and gold looking so painfully like the royal flag. Suddenly her knees gave way, no, it was like an invisable sword hacked them off, and she collapsed. Lines appeared all over her and began to seep like old scabs. Heero couldn't tear his gaze away, it was horrifyingly captivating. She reached toward Quatre in the mirror, and then exploded. Blood showered everywhere as the lines broke apart like a jigsaw, and collapsed like a burning tower. Heero only broke away when the scream of his brother shattered the eerie silence. Spinning on his heels he saw the back of Quatre stepping backwards, away from a river of blood snaking toward them both. There were no body parts, unlike in the mirror, but when Quatre turned around to face him, Heero could see clearly the blood that had been sprayed over him. It stained his face, and it was then that Heero grabbed his hand, mindless of the substance on them. They ran from the room, never to return. And Heero wondered, had the woman been ripped apart, then and there, in reality as well as in the reflection? If not, then Quatre's appearance couldn't be explained. But Heero still didn't know, he hadn't wanted to.

:End Random Flashback:

He frowned. They had an unspoken agreement, not to talk about that inexplicable event, and yet here Quatre brought it up again.

" Yes. I remember it." The woman's last word played over in his head.

" Heero, that woman had wings. We had wings. It was a sign." Quatre explained hurriedly, trying in vein to find a simple way to make it easier to say.

" If it was a sign, what did it mean? And why bring it up now?" Heero sighed. Quatre was skirting the issue, he knew. His brother was like that, stalling until he could make it easiest on everyone, but taking forever in the process.

" It was a sign from Mother. Grandmother told Trowa and I, our Mother was an angel Heero. She was an angel, and she was murdered." Quatre deduced the murder from what he'd seen that day, they'd always suspected it. But they'd always suspected their father of the act, now he wasn't so sure Satan committed it.

" Please tell me what you're thinking, you know I don't like your silences." Quatre asked quietly. Heero looked up with a fire in his eyes.

" So we're half casts. And our mother was murdered. By whose hands?" Demanded the stoic teen, suddenly wanting all the answers at once.

" I don't know. I don't think I want to. I just want a family Heero, and we've always made do. We've had eachother, but now he's exiled me. I worry, I don't like you being there alone, I don't like being here alone either, even with Trowa." I single tear slid down the overwhelmed blond's cheek, and Heero felt his heart hitch. He hadn't thought something like this would affect Quatre so much.

" Hush." He pulled his brother into an emrace and ruffled his hair. " I'm staying here. With you and Duo, and Trowa. Perhaps even Wufei will remain with us." Quatre pulled back and quickly slipped on the mask of composure, but nodded to show he understood. They didn't have to be apart.

" HEERO!" Heero was suddenly attacked from behind and found his face assulted by the lips of his Angel. " You don't know how much I worried! I think I annoyed Wu-man past the point of insanity 1 and then Tro was completely calm, though I knew he was gonna' collapse if you and Quatre didn't come back soon. Oh, and I think I migh have worn a hole in the carpet but-"

" Duo." A white and worried looking Trowa stood in the doorway with the phone in his hand. " Zechs just called. Heaven wants to speak with us, and orders are to bring the princes and the demon too." The room went silent.

They were all stuck between a rock and a hard place once more.

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1 Past the point of Insanity, it's a great saying and a fab Full Metal Alchemist fic by a friend of mine, go read it minna!

AHA! So heaven's pissed. And it's Zechs that got them in trouble. Keiichisei, I had to use one of your fabulous ideas, and so I put Zechs in a high up position. Couldn't make him or Treize (who will be coming into this.) God, I don't like the idea, plus I could offend some people. So he's an archangel, and in this case Trowa's superior. Yes, I was going to write up the part with Heaven, but the idea for the flashback came out of nowhere and took up so much, and I wanted to post soon. Next chapter we'll get a look at where Duo and Trowa live, and meet oh high-and-mighty-two-names. AKA Zechs. Till then,

Love you all sweeties! Oh, and lets get to the 100 marks on reviews! Go on, I've been writing loads, it only needs to be four of you! Please?