Wings and Horns

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"Trowa?" Duo looked into one of the many rooms of the house. He'd been looking for Trowa for nearly ten minutes now and couldn't find the banged teen anywhere. "God, where are you?"

"Maxwell? What are you doing in my room?"

Duo spun around to see Wufei glaring at him. Duo looked around and took note of his surroundings. "Sorry Wufei. I was looking for Trowa." Wufei moved past Duo and went to his desk. Picking up a sheet of paper, he handed it to Duo. "He left this attached to my door."

Wufei,

I went to the library for some research. If Quatre changes for the worst, call immediately. I can't explain, but I'm now part of this whole problem.

Duo's eyes widened. He knows. "Quatre!" Duo turned and ran out of the room, Wufei close on his heels. "He started coughing up blood, I tried to get him to tell Trowa, but Quatre wanted to keep it a secret. He wanted to talk to Trowa about why all of this is happening."

"Maxwell, you idiot! Trowa left about an hour ago! Where's Quatre now?"

Duo opened the door to the bathroom. Looking around, he noted that Quatre had been there. The sink had washrags covered in blood laying on it. "He was here."

"I don't care if he was or wasn't! Where is he now?"

"We have to call Trowa."

"Once Sally gets here and determines how bad Quatre is, then we'll call. Right now we have to find that blonde or else we're all going to be dead."

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Trowa sat in the basement of the library where they kept all the old newspapers. Alex had said Quatre died a while back, now all Trowa had to do was find proof. "How am I going to do this? I don't even know if Quatre is his real name." Trowa smelt smoke and looked around. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, he went back to the newspaper articles.

"Can I help you?"

"No thanks. I don't really know what I'm looking for."

"Then I can help you." The figure put a hand on Trowa's shoulder, causing the teen to jump. Turning around Trowa stared at the figure, his eyes widening. "Who the he…"

"Don't continue that sentence. If you want to see your love again one day after you both die, then you should really watch what you say and do. Believe me; I've learnt the hard way."

"You're just like that angel…Alex."

"Well, kind of. We both have wings, yeah, but he doesn't have one of these."

The figure turned around to show Trowa his tail. "Alex's wings are also white, not black."

"Then you must be the one he was telling me about…Thomas was it?"

"Yep, that's me. So you looking for proof that your love died like Alex said. Well Trowa, everything Alex told you was the truth. Alex never lied in his life. Sure he did some awful crap like drink and maybe an occasional smoke, but he was a good man. Just like your Quatre. Here, I'll show you the paper."

Thomas looked over the stack Trowa was flipping through. "First of all, you're way off with that pile. You should look for something more recent than that and something older than today." Thomas shuffled through a box that sat to the right of Trowa. "Ah, here we go." Taking a paper to Trowa, Thomas laid it on the desk. "I'll give you some time to read this. I'm going to go look in the other stacks."

Reading the headline, Trowa looked up at Thomas in disbelieve. By this time, Thomas had picked up a paper and was reading it over, going back to the paper in his hands, Trowa began reading the story.

Deadly House Fire Takes Lives of Two Teens

At two-thirty this morning, two teens were killed in a house fire on First Avenue Street. The owners of the house and also the parents of the two teens were away at a Christmas party for their company, the Winner Foundation. Even though the cause of the fire is yet to be known, fire fighters are saying that the cause could be from cigarettes that were precariously thrown on the table.

Mr. Winner said "That's impossible. Neither one of my sons smoked or drank."

"I don't see what this has to do with anything, Thomas. It's just about two kids dying in a fire from their carelessness."

"Oh contraire Trowa. You didn't read far enough. Skip the first two paragraphs and read the next one. Tells you why I showed you that paper."

"This is ridiculous! I can't believe I'm listening to a devil."

"Not a devil, demon if you wish. There's only one devil."

"Yeah, yeah" Trowa skipped the paragraphs that Thomas told him to and began reading the third.

The two teens were Adam and Quatre Winner. They attended the local high school and were star pupils. Adam was the head football player and was suppose to lead the team to victory against their rival this weekend. Quatre was active in debates that took place in the school and helped make decisions on the construction that would be taking place during the summer. Adam and Quatre were both highly respected amongst their pupils and teachers. Michelle Bridemere, a classmate of the two, made the statement that "Their parents pressured them into being the perfect children. Any grade lower than an "A+" wasn't good enough for Mr. and Mrs. Winner, so it's no surprise that the two would turn to drugs and alcohol."

Adam Winner was going to graduate this May. He was already accepted to the best colleges around and had yet to choose which one he'd attend. Quatre, on the other hand, had one more year of high school before he was to graduate. Like his brother, he was already accepted to the best colleges.

Their funerals will be held this Friday at 10:30 am. Both will be laid to rest at noon.

Trowa looked at the pictures of the two teens. The first one was of Adam. He had dark hair and eyes, and a broad smile. In the picture, Adam was wearing a football jersey and had an arm around the shoulders of a teammate. Turning his attention to the second picture, Trowa almost dropped the paper when he saw someone that looked exactly like his love smiling back at him. Thomas came over and stood behind him.

"Looks happy doesn't he?"

"This is a setup."

"Listen Trowa. I know it's hard for you to believe this. Hell, if I were in your place right now, I wouldn't believe anything either. The truth is this is all real, look at the date."

"AC 150? This would mean that Quatre would've been in his early twenties when his father was born. How is that possible that… I mean… wouldn't Quatre's grandparents recognize him if this was the same Quatre Winner that died in the house fire?"

"Not if they didn't live in the same area. Quatre's father was born on earth, in Arabia. That's where he gets his Arabian heritage, but if you haven't notice, Quatre doesn't look like an Arabian. He has pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. Arabians I've seen have darker skin, brown eyes and brown or black hair."

"Then where is he from and how did he end up being fifteen without anyone recognizing him?"

"Well, he was originally born in the states…"

"Wait, you mean America?!"

"Yeah."

"But Quatre hates Americans."

"No he doesn't. That's just the way his father was brought up. Quatre on the other hand, can stand Americans. Sure he thinks that they make some dumb choices, but look at the way he treats Duo. They get along just fine, in fact, if I remember correctly, they think of each other as brothers. Getting what I'm trying to say?"

Trowa sat in silence taking all of it in. "I can't believe this. It makes sense, the part about him not being Arabian, because I have questioned that before. I still don't understand how he's fifteen now."

"Do you believe in reincarnation?"

"No."

"Well, Alex somehow kept it so that Quatre was able to have a second chance at life. Quatre had been dead twenty-nine years before he was 'born again.' Alex told me once how to bring someone back from the dead, but that was a while back…about three thousand years ago in our time. It took awhile too."

"Why's that?"

"To bring someone back like your love, you have to go through the bosses. Alex had to go to the big Guy himself and it took around three hundred years for Him to decide. Alex had to give Him many, many reasons why he thought Quatre was the right candidate to bring back. Following me?"

"I think so."

"Finally He approved it. Then after it was all worked out, Alex had to wait for the right moment to bring Quatre back alive. Alex saw that Quatre's father was praying for a son to inherit everything. Mr. Winner wanted someone to carry on the Winner name, you know? So, in AC 180, Quaterine got pregnant all of a sudden. Both she and Quatre's father knew that it was illegal to have a child on the colonies, so they kept her pregnancy a secret up until the time she gave birth. Even though she died giving birth, it was meant to be. Alex was informed that she was going to die before she was to give birth to a son. So he helped them out."

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"Quatre? Where are you?"

Wufei was searching the backyard while Duo was looking for the blonde inside the house. The Chinese teen knew that Quatre couldn't have gotten far in the few minutes that it took Duo to find him. Getting ready to go back indoors, something caught his eye. Looking to the left of him, he saw Quatre sitting in the swing, slowly swinging back and forward. Walking over to him, Wufei sat down.

"We've been looking everywhere for you, Cat. Why are you out here in your condition?"

"I've been thinking about what will happen to Trowa when I die. He's going to be so heart broken, Fei."

"Don't start talking like that! You're going to live a long, long life with him. You two were meant to be together for ever."

"You know that's not true. Even Duo's been talking about how he's afraid of losing Heero. We both know there's not much time left. What I don't understand is why we're dying."

Coughing up more blood, Quatre looked at Wufei, his aqua eyes filling with tears. Pulling him into an embrace, Wufei let the blonde cry. "I'm really scared, Fei."

"You shouldn't be Quatre. Just think about how you're going to be in a better place when you die, a long time from now. Both you and Trowa will be in heaven together. Just promise me you won't give up hope. When you're better, we'll all go on a vacation away from here."

"Maybe."

"No maybes. I swear it."

"If you say so."

Wufei could feel Quatre going limp in his arms. Looking down at the blonde, he saw that Quatre was now sleeping. I love you Quatre. We all love you. If you were to die, I think all of us will die slowly after that. You're the one that keeps us together. Please try to make it through this. I'm sure it won't last much longer.

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Sorry for the wait. I've been stressed out from all the finals and problems with my boyfriend! Now that I'm off for Christmas vacation, I should be able to work on this some more in what little free time I can get. Let me know how it's coming along. .