Just a reminder: I own ZIPPO… but I do own Enjou Akai.

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Black and white wedding bells

Chapter two: Evil comes in Red

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The annoying sound of water dripping down in the distance slowly woke the Death Scythe pilot up. Duo groaned as a wave of nausea hit him as he opened his eyes. The room was spinning before his eyes, making the braided boy close his eyes until it stopped. He opened his eyes again and studied his new surrounding.

The room he was in seemed to be a cellar. The walls were made of grey cement, dripping with water. The smell of mould tickled the pilot's nose in a nasty way, making him feel even more ill. He seemed to be tide down to a heavy metal chair in the middle of the room. There were no windows in the room, only a massive door before him. By the looks of it the door seemed to be locked.

'I bet everything I own that there are guards or something on the other side of that door' he thought as he tested the binds on his hands. He twisted his wrists around, hissing when the ropes cut into the creamy flesh. 'Ow! I'm not going to be able to break them it seems. Ok, Maxwell, what now? You got to get out of here' he growled in frustration as he settled back into the chair. 'Man, this chair is uncomfortable'

A loud creak sounded through the small room. Duo, groaned as he looked up to see that the door slowly opened. He had to squint his eyes to see the man who had entered through the fussiness in his sight.

The man seemed to around Duo's age, maybe a year or two older but not younger. His hair was dyed dark red, looking almost like blood. Looking at the braided teen was piercing cold blue eyes. The man was a bit pale, but not sickly pale.

Duo had to admit that he was nicely dressed. A night black dress shirt, slightly open at the top, black leather pants, knee high boots and fingerless gloves. Strapped to his left thigh was a large hunting knife. The man was taller then Duo, heck he was taller then Heero by a head or two. He was nicely built too. Well muscled nut not to much muscle to make him look like a body builder. If the situation hadn't been as bad as it was, Duo would have found the man really sexy.

"I see that you are awake. Good. I was starting to worry a little" the man said as he lifted Duo's chin. His thumb ran over the smooth flesh of Duo's bottom lip as cold eyes met violet ones.

Duo growled and shook his head free. His eyes burned with anger as he glared death at the red haired man before him. "And who the hell are you? And where am I?" he snarled as the man gave him an amused smile.

The red haired man ran a hand through his hair and grinned. "How rude of me. My name is Enjou Akai" Enjou said and let his hand fall to his side. "Better remember that name since you will never leave my side" he said and reached out to touch the braided pilot before him.

Duo jerked his head away from the hand that reached out for him. "Keep your grimy hand for yourself! And what the hell do you mean 'never leave my side'? You really believe that I'm going to stay here? Or that any one of my friends would actually leave me here with a total stranger! Keep dreaming, fucker!" he snapped and lifted a foot to aim a kick at the red haired man. "When Heero gets his hands on you, you will regret that you even considered kidnapping me!"

Enjou moved so fast that Duo didn't see him before his head snapped to the side. It took him a second or two to realise that the red haired man hand slapped him across the cheek. He was a bit stunned from the force behind the slap. Sure, he had been hit, punched and kicked before, but never had he felt so much strength behind a simple slap on the cheek.

Enjou growled and grabbed the front of Duo's wedding tuxedo and jerked close so they were nose to nose. His eyes glared down at the pilot and he gave him a sharp shake. "NEVER mention HIS name again! You hear me! You will have to forget about him for you will never see him again!" he roared and fisted a hand in the braided pilot's hair to make him look at him.

Duo snorted and grinned. "Hurt me, force me to your god damn bidding or what ever, but I will never forget about him. Heero and I have been though hell and back together for many years and if it wasn't for you I would have been married at this moment. Are you really that delusional to believe that I would forget him just because you said so?" he asked as he pinned the man's gold glare with a heated one of his own. "You must have been dropped on your head when you were born for you're really a moron!" he snapped and spit the black clad man in the eye.

Enjou jerked back as the wetness hit him in the eye. He took a deep breath to calm himself as he wiped the wetness away from his eye. 'He has a fire within him, I admit that. Let's see what I can do to kill it' he thought to himself and smirked. "I see why you were a Gundam Pilot. What an amazing spirit you have, Duo. But I will break it, trust me" he said and turned forwards the door. "And I promise you, Duo, you will forget about that playboy soon enough"

Duo growled as the door started to shut behind his red haired captor, leaving him alone once again in the cold cellar.

"Believe me, Duo-chan" Enjou's voice was heard from the other side of the heavy door.

Duo closed his eyes as he shook with anger. "YOU ARE SO DEAD WHEN I GET OUT FROM HERE! YOU HEAR ME! NO ONE MESSES WITH THE GOD OF DEATH! NO ONE!"

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Trowa sighed for what seemed like the tenth time. "Quatre, stop chewing on your bottom lip. You are making it red and then it will start to hurt" he warned and warped an arm around the small blond, hugging him close.

Quatre looked at his husband with huge emerald eyes. "I'm sorry, Trowa. I'm just worried. I won't be able to relax until the wedding is over. I care s much for Heero and Duo" he sighed and rested his head on his husband's shoulder. "I just hope for an happy ending, like it was for us" he said and smiled up at the brown haired man.

Trowa planted a soft kiss on top of Quatre's head and smiled. "Don't worry so much, ok. I promise they will have a happy ending"

Heero swallowed the lump in his throat as he fingered the tight collar around his neck. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He was so nervous. He though back of all the months of detailed planning, calls and arrangements. But… planning things was so much easier then to actually doing it.

'Where are you, Duo? You are late…' he thought as he looked at his watch. He lifted his eyes and looked at the doors where Duo would enter. He wanted Duo to come so that he could hold him close as they take the last step before becoming one. And after that he wanted some time alone with his new husband. Darn Quatre's rule 'no sex a month before the wedding'.

BAM

The heavy doors slammed open as Wufei came rushing in. His hair was a mess and his cloths were slightly ruffled. His pale cheeks were a bit flushed and he was breathing hard. He spotted the Wing pilot and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "Heero! I can't find Maxwell anywhere!" he yelled and bent over to catch his breath.

Heero froze. 'Duo? What?'

Trowa shot up from his seat and turned to face the young Chinese man. ""What do you mean, Wufei?" he almost snapped at the black haired man.

Treize rushed over to his lover's side and supported his tried body. "Wufei?"

"I can't find Maxwell, Heero" Wufei panted as he gratefully rested against Treize. He took another deep breath and straightened his back, lifting his eyes to meet Heero's as the Wing pilot walked forwards them. "I was wondering what was taking Maxwell so long… but when I got to his room he wasn't there. I searched all the other rooms before coming here" he said finished as he saw Heero's eyes start to darken with a mix of worry and anger. He looked up at Treize, wondering if he should continue.

The tall man shook his head no as he saw the Wing pilot bolt from the room, followed by Quatre and Trowa. "Something is wrong. Seriously wrong" he said as he aided his lover as they left after the other pilots.

Heero bust into the room where Duo had been while they prepared for the ceremony. His eyes scanned the room over and over again, looking for his braided fiancée. "Duo?" he called out into the empty room. His heart hurt when he didn't receive an answer.

Quatre walked into the room, keeping his distance from Heero as he wandered around the room, checking the smaller rooms connected to the big one. He knew that if he got to careless or said something when Heero was in this condition, he could get seriously wounded. The small blond sighed as he closed the door to the walk in closet. "Nothing here… I'll go and check the bathroom" he said and slinked out from the room. His emerald eyes meet with Trowa's as he vanished down the hall.

Trowa sighed as he placed a hand on Heero's shoulder. "Don't worry, my friend. I'm sure he is somewhere around here" he said and gave him a weak smile. He looked over his shoulder as Treize and Wufei entered the room. His smile dropped as they shook their heads. They hadn't found Duo.

"He isn't here"

The brown haired pilot turned his eyes back to the Wing pilot. "Heero…"

The said pilot turned around to face his comrades. He let his gaze drop to the floor. "I…. I…"

"TROWA! COME QUICK!"

The pilots jerked back in surprise when they heard the blond pilot's shout. Trowa dashed from the dressing room as fast as he was able to as he headed forwards the bathroom. He could clearly hear the panic in his husband's voice and the small blond didn't panic for small things. He gasped as he collided with something and was thrown back to the floor. His mangled thoughts managed to register a pair of arms warped tightly around him. "Quatre? What's the matter?" he asked as he regained the breath he had lost.

The rest of the pilots stopped when they reached the couple on the floor. "What happened, Winner?" Asked Treize as he helped Trowa back up on his feet. It proved to be a bit difficult since Quatre was clinging to him like glue.

Quatre shook badly as he buried his face into Trowa's chest. "T-the bathroom! In the bathroom! Duo!" he gasped between sobs. He felt so out of character, but then again, he had never been the strongest of the Gundam Pilots.

Heero and Wufei locked eyes and gave each other a quick nod. Together they entered the dark bathroom. Heero couldn't see anything in the darkness. What in the world could Quatre have seen in here that could scare the poor teen's heart out?

Wufei let his hand wander along the wall until he found the light switch. He turned the lights on and flinched at the sudden brightness.

Heero blinked a few times before looking around the rather fancy bathroom. He couldn't see anything out of place. The bathroom was sparkling white, not a speck of dust anywhere. Fresh towels hung by the sink and a vase of red and yellow roses rested on a small table by the far wall. The grand mirror that almost covered the whole wall glittered in the light. A large bathtub rested in the far corner, white shower curtains surrounding it. The bathroom wasn't that big, but much to fancy then the one a normal person had at home.

"Heero!" Wufei exclaimed as he moved the shower curtains aside to look in the bathtub. He turned a bit green and soon the turned his head away.

Heero walked over to where the Chinese man stood and flinched at the smell that hit him in the face. Biting his tongue he moved over so that he could look into the tub.

He could see why the Chinese pilot had turned greed so fast. The smell and sight that met them brought back so many horrible memories from the war.

The tub was filled to the brim with dark blood. A few drops had travelled over the edge and was sliding forwards the floor. Floating around in the red pool were white roses, some stained with the red substance.

"What the hell?" the Wing pilot whispered as his cobalt eyes stared at the sight before him.

Treize, Trowa and the still shaken Quatre stood in the door way. The stench of warm blood made Trowa hold Quatre harder as a painful memory resurfaced in his mind. A memory involving the blond in his arms and a few soldiers. Swallowing the rising bile in his throat he looked at the pale Wing pilot. "Heero?" he asked, his vice shaking slightly.

Heero closed his eyes. "There is too much blood to come form one human. I doubt that it's even human. Considering the smell I would say that it has been here for a while… about the time we entered the church and left Duo alone" he said, sounding much like he did when he was an emotionless soldier of the war. At least, that was what Duo had called him before he broke the emotionless shell. He fisted his hand as he forcefully pushed the memories back. He opened his eyes again and stared at the tub. A small flash in the dark pool caught his eyes.

Wufei watched as the Wing pilot knelt by the tub and reached into it with his right hand. He felt ill as a fresh wave of blood stench passed him. "What are you doing, Yuy? Is that really necessary?" he asked as Treize came up next to him.

"Don't worry, dragon. Heero knows what he's doing" the brown haired pilot said as Heero withdrew his hand.

Sharp gasps ran out through the room as Heero let the small object fall from his hand before the thin golden chain trapped in Heero's hold caught it. Heero felt a burning feeling start up in his eyes as he stared at the now bloody golden cross that hung before his eyes.

Trowa stared open-mouthed at the small cross. "Isn't that…?" he didn't dare to finish the sentence. He could see the answer in the way Heero's body tensed and clenched his fist harder around the silver chain.

"It is Duo's cross. The Maxwell cross"

Trowa, Treize and Wufei looked over at the small blond in Trowa's arms.

Quatre took a shaky breath and pulled back slightly from Trowa's shirt. "Those roses are the ones I braided into Duo's hair this morning"

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You know what? I just love cliffhangers!