Sacrificed During a Violet Moon

Description: Duo's POV, except for beginning part. Duo, ever since he was a little baby, never knew his family. He was left to an orphanage in the city without anything but the clothes he wore and the necklace around his neck, something that speaks of his mysterious and painful past. Yet, when after almost 18 years of his life he has to return back home, he never expected it to be a repetition of things he never remembered in the first place of when he was just a baby, chosen as the sacrifice of the violet moon and a past come back to haunt him.

Pairing's: 1+2/1x2 (if you haven't noticed I abhor 2x1 and you will never see me with anything relating to it, sorry to all those fans who do, my best friend for example), 3+4/possibly 3x4 (I most likely won't, since I believe that their relationship works best if subtle hints are dropped from the sky), 13+6+5/possibly 13x6x5 in future, 13x5 mention in past but 6x5 in past (this has become my most favorite paring next to 1x2). As I am on Fanfiction all MA material will be on my website in livejournal.

Rating: AU, Yaoi, in the beginning it is rated pg13, rated R later, servitude, seducing of the obscured devil and a sacrifice for power. So if you don't agree with these terms then I don't know why the hell you're here. Ok have fun.

Warning: If you don't know by now listen carefully: Men with Men…having sex or liking/loving the same sex!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character's or their personality's (all though I could play a good Duo) any way, you've heard it all so I'll just fast forward. Bla…bla…bla, bla, bla, blabber, blue…beluga. Ok you all get it. NO suing, have no money, saving every penny for the anime convention and birthday's. Not worth your time.

Chap 8: Chef Trowa

"we two lay out together under the tree, on earth, beside our empty clothes, our bodies opened to the sky floated down and the bees glittered in the blossoms and the bodies of our hearts opened under the knowledge of tree, on the grass of the knowledge of graves, and among the flowers of the flowers."

As soon as I got Wufei to open the gate and trudged up the courtyard to the front door, the rain hit. Luckily the amount that did get me would dry in a matter of minutes…Wufei however…

I smiled as the steaming China man stomped through the front door a minute later. His clothes stuck to his oddly chiseled form and his black hair was in complete disarray. I couldn't hide my chuckle and he glared at me angrily before stomping to his room. I could have sworn I saw Mr. Kushrenada follow.

A chime, deep and resonating, filled the lobby announcing the noon hour. I couldn't believe I had been gone that long. Lunch was probably just starting but I didn't feel like joining the others, instead I took the narrow hallway to the kitchen, humming over the crash of pots and pans and the small chatter from the dinning room.

I pushed the door open, taking in the rich smells. I smiled and nodded towards the many assistants bustling about. "Hey, how are you guys doing back here?" For a moment they just stared, blinking like giant bugs. "Don't get many visitors? Alright well don't mind me." I walked over to a chair situated near the door to the dinning room. Soon they went back to work, glancing over at me, unsure of what to do. I knew that once someone in charge saw me there they'd kick me out but I just too curious.

"Excuse me?" I looked up and saw Trowa, a smile upon his face. "Quatre has been looking for you."

"Yes, and I just wanted to see how things worked back here. Your people don't get many visitors from the guests I take it? If you want me to scoot I will just let me know." I stood up, helping one of the ladies with an arm full of dishes. She thanked me profusely as I took them to the sink, Trowa trailing behind us.

"No, not many. But then again, it's not really all that fascinating. You can stay or leave." He was leaning against the counter, eyes closed. His white chef uniform stained with grease and red discolorations.

"So what did the mighty chef of Lowe Manor cook up today?"

He chuckled, pushing off the counter. "If you were there, then you would have figured that out." He picked up a frying pan, and brought it over to me. "It's something I think you'd have liked."

"What do you mean? I just met you." He was a confusing man…a tall man…but still confusing. He was also not a man of many words.

"Try it."

Inhaling deeply I looked down at the pan and snagged what appeared to be a sausage of some kind. I popped it into my mouth chewing thoughtfully. Trowa seemed to be waiting for my opinion. "Well?"

"Hmm…" I chewed slower, savoring the full bodied spices and juices that rain down my throat. "What is it?" I knew what hot dogs were and trust me, this wasn't some mix and match meat specimen from the side of the road. Those things are dangerous in the city.

"Pork link stuffed with rosemary and garlic." He offered me more and I gladly took the pan from him, knowing full well the servants were getting an eyeful of my lack of manners. So I didn't come from a family that ate properly…its just food…it goes in one way and comes out the other way. Gross I know, but it's the hard truth. "It's basted in a butter-garlic sauce and sautéed in a Norwegian vintage…Like it?"

"Yeah…Actually it kind of tastes like…pork, but 'a lot' better, don't get me wrong here." Trowa smiled, clearly not offended.

"Quatre said that you would like it. Excuse me…I have a lot to clean up and get ready for dinner." With that Trowa left, leaving me alone with the left over wieners. For such a classy meal it sure looked simple…but tasted good… I was spoiling myself here. Once I got back home to my shit hole life…or a nonexistent one, I'd be eating once a day from microwavable dinners on a 10 for 10 sale. And trust me…from experience the damn things deserve to be thrown away not eaten.

Finished I carried it over to the sink, being scolded by an angry looking man with a mustache and a soapy sponge. Outside the kitchen the air was less stifling… a little more fresh. I like the smell of food but after a meal you just need to get away. So I had a new found respect for the kitchen staff. Especially since that's all they're around, all day…food and sanitizers.

Sighing I wandered the hallways, letting my feet carry me to wherever they could. Curiosity got the better of me and I headed up towards the towers, wondering if all of them were locked or if it was just the one Mr. Kushrenada had mentioned. I admired the paintings, tapestries and old statutes littering the corridors, feeling an odd kind of nostalgia overwhelm me. This place, although, not my home…felt soothing on the senses.

The higher I went the more spectacular the view became outside the many windows I passed. I don't know why people insist on living in crowded cities where air is lacking and violence is as plenty as the population. Although I'm one of those people so I guess…well, what does that make me? Stupid?

I reached the end of the long trek, a large wooden door; secured on the right side with large bolts the size of my thumb. Automatically I reached out gripping the handle and grunted with effort when it wouldn't budge. I placed my foot on the wall, trying to get a certain amount of leverage while I pulled again. But nothing… "I guess this is the one that's locked." Sighing I turned back around, my curiosity sensors on overload. What was behind that door that was so important that it needed to be locked? Surely cleaning supplies weren't that important…at least not as important as a library full of historical manuscripts and the like?

A/N: Just a teaser for now…I still have a lot of things that need to get done around here sorry guys.