Sorry bout the wait. ive ben busy doing stuff with friends and just making an ass out of myself along with my friends. i have been working on this and ive got some really good ideas for this story.
Disclaimer: nop, i don't own em. so dont ask. ppl in heaven and hell. yes, i do.
Chapter, the 24th Questions begone. Answers come forth
"So…"
"So…"
Alex and Duo stared at each other in silence for a few minutes. Neither willing to start the conversation they were supposed to have. When a clap of thunder outside made them turn to the window, Alex spoke up.
"Nice weather we're having. I love the rain." She nodded her head, refusing to look him in the eye.
He turned to face her, becoming serious all of a sudden. "Why are you avoiding me? You said you would be gone for two months. It's been two years now. Why are you avoiding me and anybody that knows me?"
She sighed, "They're never going to let me out of here without his knowing." she muttered. Sighing again, she said, "Duo, I've been avoiding you because you are the God of Death."
Her reasoning was met with silence. "Umm, yes, I already knew that. Now, why were you avoiding me?"
She grabbed her head and shook out her hair in frustration. Why oh why did he choose this moment to be a nitwit was beyond her reasoning. She growled at him and narrowed her eyes. "Alright," she said, " I started this and I'm gonna finish it." Squaring her shoulders she turned to face Duo fully. "Duo Maxwell, did you hear what I just said to you. You are the God of Death. Not some human mascarading around like a God. No, you are the God of Death. And before you say anything, your childhood problems were really childhood problems and nothing more. Your powers weren't developed at all. You're a God, just as I am a Goddess. And don't tell me your not. Your powers have been awakening around me and they try to net me down mentally and suck me dry. That is why ive been avoiding you for two years. That is why I avoid everyone you know. That is why I masqueraded as a human red-headed busgirl goddamnit!"
Duo was silent as this information was processed in his brain. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be a God let alone the God of Death. It was just a name he chose for himself, right? Or was it this…power…that gave him the name? He was extremely confused with himself and Alex and everyone around him. "Is that why everyone kept getting pissed at me when I said I was the God of Death?"
"Yes." Alex replied, nodding her head.
"Is that why Darien was scared of me?"
"Yes. Your powers were awakening and he knew that it was my problem and not his."
They sat in silence for a few minutes; both contemplating the other. Neither spoke nor moved in the silence. Rain pelted the windows and the wind blew the trees outside. They rocked back and forth slowly and calmly, standing firm in a sea of turmoil. Both jumped, though, when a very heavy, very old book dropped out of thin air with a loud resounding thunk on the table between them. The title read "Dea in Nex" in Latin transcript. The two sat staring at the hard-bound book like it was going to suddenly jump up and do a happy jig for them right on the table.
"Your gonna open it, right?" Duo asked, still staring at the ancient tome.
"Why exactly, do I have to open it?"
"Cause, you can probably read Latin. I know that you can read Latin."
"Sure, I can read it. It says Dea in Nex."
"In other words… you have no idea what it says."
"Took ya long enough to figure that one out. You do know that Latin is a dead language, and the more people who die, the less that know it. So, the few gods and goddesses who know Latin converse in Latin with the Latin speakers. The non-Latin speakers converse with the non-Latin speakers. Just because I'm a goddess and part of heaven doesn't necessarily mean I can speak Latin. Can you speak Zimalean?"
"Zima what?"
"Zimalean. It's an alien language that Vicky figured out. The Zimas are a war tribe in outer space. They're little orange puff balls that carry laser cannons. They seriously look like little dust bunnies. Only orange and not gray."
"No, I can't speak Zimalean. Why would I know Zimalean anyway?"
"Exactly, I know plenty of humans who speak Zimalean. But, you don't. So, blah!"
"Am I really the God of Death?" Duo asked with an exasperated sigh.
"Open the damn book god damn it!" Alex yelled making Duo jump and grab the book before she yelled again. "If you really wanna know, the title says something along the lines of "Goddess in Death." That's all I know, and that's all I plan to know. Now, open the book and lets see what in it."
"Why do I have to open the book?" Duo asked, picking up the book and dusting the front off. "The damn thing is ancient! Look at the pages, they're all yellow and they're not even real paper. They're parchment."
"You have to open them," Alex fluttered her eyelashes and folded her hands underneath her chin, "…because I'm a female and that is what males do. They precede the female."
"You're playing dirty."
"I am the Goddess of Death. What would you expect of me?"
"You're right." He waited until she slid around the table, cautiously in case he unconsciously tried to set the net over her consciousness, and stopped when she sat next to him so that she could read the book with him. Cautiously, he lifted the leather cover of the book and revealed the first page. The words, right before their very eyes, changed from Latin text, to the English language. The weather outside was ignored as they began a journey into the past, trying to find answers to questions that both of them had. As they read the words, the story and life of the Goddess of Death began to unfold before them
-end 4 now-
two reviews...only two before i even think of posting the next chapter...its all im asking for. and yes, i know this was short. im working on that problem for the next chapters.