Disclaimers: Don't own any part of Gundam Wing nor it's characters. Merely borrowing them for a little torture.

Warnings: Shounen-ai (because I suck at yaoi) , mildly blasphemous in terms of my depiction of heaven. Not a death fic… ish. Usual 1x2, 3x4, and with 5 hanging in the wind. The poor darling.

Notes: Betaed by Keiran. Thank you.

Chapter 12: Match Maker from Hell

Duo woke bright and early the next day. He shocked Heero quite a bit, when for the first time since the Japanese met Adrian, he had breakfast waiting for them both, the house was completely spotless and Duo had already packed his own lunch, though he didn't have intention of going to class. Dead people didn't need an education. Besides he had two and a half days more before he would be leaving Heero. He needed to make sure that the man had something to hold onto. He wasn't going to wade through hell to get Heero's soul back if that idiot decided to kill himself out of depression. Wait… where had he heard this story before? Damn movies.

"This was really good," Heero complimented, after having finished his plate of breakfast yet again. His brow was furrowed in confusion as he studied the man sitting opposite him carefully. There was a slight speculation in his eyes that made Duo very wary, but he hadn't said anything to the man so far.

Further more, his friend who was flitting around the table sniffing at the wondrous smells coming from the food and mourning the fact that he had no taste buds constantly distracted him.

"Glad you liked it," Duo announced, puttering around the kitchen. His mind was rather far away, trying to decide what he was going to do today.

"How come you never cooked for me before?" Heero asked, a trace of suspicion in his tone.

Duo stilled, kicking Solo half-heartedly for bemoaning the fact that he had no teeth. It was getting annoying. He wondered for a moment how he should answer. Since he never lied, although there was a time the day before he did, which he would spend the rest of eternity making up for, he decided that evasion was the best policy. He glanced briefly at the clock and started bustling about. "Oh dear, look at the time. You're late for work." He came around and picked up Heero's coat and document case. He then prodded the Japanese man, making him get up before herding him toward the door. He helped the coat onto Heero and passed him his bag with a bright smile on his face. He walked with his lover to the door, keeping up a bright cheerful conversation, while Heero looked more and more confused with every passing moment.

"You have a nice day, now," Duo adjusted Heero's tie and leaned in for a peck on the cheek. He offered his cheek and to his utter surprise, Heero kissed him obediently, like he was programmed. Duo then shut the door in Heero face.

Solo was collapsed on the ground, rolling and laughing. "You… you… just wear a pink apron and you would be the wife."

Duo couldn't control the snort as he slid down to the floor as well. "Oh my God, did I really do that? Did you see the look on Heero's face right then?"

"He's rather easy to confuse, isn't he?"

Duo shrugged. "Only by me." He got up, brushed the dust off his pants and headed toward a laptop he found out was a gift to Adrian from Heero. Once again the overpowering need to castrate Adrian nearly overtook him. His Heero only bought fancy electronics for him and no one else. That was why he treasured the device for detecting bugs so much – Heero bought it for him, for their second anniversary. But he was sure that any laptop that went through Heero's hands would have a lot of nifty little extras.

"What are you doing?" Solo looked over Duo's shoulder, looking rather impressed by the flow of data that rolled through the screen.

"Hacking into Heero's email at Preventors."

Solo gasped. "Didn't you tell me that Heero's security measures are close to perfect?"

Duo grinned. "They would be if he would stop telling me his passwords." He tapped on the keyboard a few more times and something that looked like an email account popped up.

"Whoa," Solo said, impressed. "What are you going to do about it now?"

Duo threw a smile at Solo, albeit a rather sad one. "I am going to set up a date."

He had just clicked the send button that sent out the invitation to Relena from 'Heero' for a dinner date and was preparing to go through the motions of romancing a girl; in other words, sending flowers, candies, naughty lingerie with a suggestive card, when he was interrupted by the bell. He frowned, exchanging confused looks with Solo.

"Who else knows where Adrian lives?" He questioned, getting up to get to the door.

"Heero's at work," Solo replied, also curious.

Duo shrugged, assuming it to be probably one of Adrian's friends. Okay, so he was going to need to lie a little again. Or pretend to be sleeping or something. Sleeping like the dead, he thought for letting out a morbid cackle. He took a cautious peek out of the peephole and jerked back in shock.

It's Quatre! Duo hissed silently as Solo leapt from his position on the couch.

"What? What's he doing here?"

I don't know! Duo panicked. He felt deep inside him that Quatre knew something, or at the very least suspected something. It scared the living daylights out of him. He was already having problems leaving Heero, he just didn't know how to deal with his friends if they knew.

"Well… do something!"

Hide!

"I'm invisible!"

He can feel you!

There were some grumbling but Solo disappeared into the room. Duo laid his hand on the knob, breathing harshly in semi panic. What did Quatre want? Why was he here? How did he find out about his apartment? He took a deep breath, calming himself and pulled the door open.

"Qu… Mr Winner," Duo greeted, hoping Quatre didn't notice his slip. He looked behind his friend, nothing that he was alone, which was odd. Where was his Siamese twin? He snickered silently at the image. The two of them had been joined at the hip for as long as they had known him.

Quatre smiled politely, his eyes calculative and highly observant. They were also darting about, which always meant that something was up. "I thought I told you to call me Quatre, as you were about to."

Damn, busted! Duo smiled weakly. "Yes, Quatre. How are you?"

"Better, if you would ask me inside?" Quatre narrowed his eyes meaningfully at Duo, the stupid Mona Lisa smiled fixed on his lips.

Duo felt a warm flush creep slowly up his neck and covered his face. He quickly scooted aside, overwhelmed by embarrassment that only Quatre could invoke in him. "Uh, sorry, welcome." He followed behind as the blond entered the small apartment, by his standards definitely. He noted that Quatre was giving the apartment a once over, not that he was judging, if anything, Quatre never judged.

Odd though, not a Manguanac in sight. They were usually not that trusting to strangers to allow their 'Master' in the presence of one alone.

"Nice," Quatre commented before taking a seat on the couch.

Duo pounced on the laptop, slamming the cover down and smiling weakly at his friend. "Thanks," he ignored the odd look that the blond was shooting at him. "Shall I get you something to drink?"

Quatre nodded courteously. "Thank you."

"I think I have that brand of tea that you particularly like." Duo babbled, rushing into the kitchen area and started boiling some water. He could feel those perceptive eyes boring into his back. What he didn't see was his friend staring at him thoughtfully, a world of consideration behind those aquamarine eyes before determination settled into his features. It was Duo's inattention that brought about his downfall.

"Hey, Duo," Quatre barked abruptly.

Duo swung around and answered automatically. "Yeah man?" The teapot he held shattered into a thousand pieces as it landed on the ground.

XXxxXX

Quatre's large innocent orbs bored into Duo's own and was making him sweat. There was a look of joy, of almost rapture, there that made him uncomfortable. It was alright if it was Heero, Duo was used to looks like that from him, looks that told him Heero couldn't really believe they were together, looks that implied he would disappear if the Japanese man blinked. Coming from Quatre it was rather disturbing, not to mention the fact that Trowa wasn't around. Well, perhaps it was fortunate that Trowa wasn't around. Being slowly dismembered rather hurt actually, and Trowa probably learned a few things about knives from Catherine Bloom.

"Stop looking at me like that," Duo inched away. After extracting the clinging blond from his person, he had swept up the remnants of the pot before Quatre dragged him to the couch.

"Is that really you?"

"It is going to be the best sex you are going to…" Duo groaned clasping his hand over his mouth. Apparently, even if he was found out, he wasn't free to disclose anything. It didn't help matters that Solo was currently trying to choke the life, or what was left of it, out of him. The angel kept muttering things about retraining and performance evaluations.

Quatre gasped. "What?"

"Sorry. Look, I really can't say anything because if I did, I would just continue to tell you something inappropriate. Let's just say… just say…" Duo dug his fingers into Solo's arms and ripped them from his throat. "Stop it, you flaming idiot. He knows who I am!"

Quatre's eyes swung around in panic. "Who… who else is here?" He looked beseechingly at Duo, not wanting to seem afraid, but unable to deny that he did felt something. He felt something from yesterday and whatever it was, he was certain it wasn't human.

"Just my angel, Solo," Duo muttered, massaging his abused neck.

The blond looked about ready to faint. "You need to tell me everything!"

Duo sighed at this. "No, Quatre, I can't. I can't tell you anything because every time I try, I end up propositioning you and asking you to warm my bed. Since I have no wish for Trowa to come after me with a cleaver, I shall maintain my silence on this matter."

"So… you really… erm… is that you behind… inside… how…??" Quatre went as far as to poke him in the chest. "But you look different. How did you end up in Adrian's body?"

Duo sighed, resting his head in his hands. "Long story and I really mean a loooong story. Needless to say that this body is on loan and I will be vacating it soon."

"Whoa… whoa!" Quatre spread his hands out, stilling the conversation. "You're… leaving? After you came back to us, you are leaving again? What are you going to tell Heero?" There was a look of pain on his face, a huge grief at the mention of Duo's leaving.

Duo stiffened. "He doesn't know and he will never know. Duo Maxwell has been dead for over a year and he will remain dead. Do. You. Understand?" His violet orbs narrowed threateningly in Quatre's direction.

The blond nodded solemnly, though it could be clearly seen that he didn't agree with any of Duo's reasoning. "Why are you still here then?"

"I want Heero to be happy," Duo said simply, staring at the carpet beneath his feet. Of course it hurt to see Heero with someone else but what other choice did he have?

Suddenly, the pieces came together for Quatre. "Relena! You want Heero to be with Relena?"

"What's so wrong with that?" Duo surged away from the couch, running his fingers through his short hair. "I'm dead, there is nothing I can do! Not for him, not for anyone. I just want him to have some form of happiness in his life. That girl loves him." He stopped when he felt a hug from behind. Warm hands soothed him, touched him, and eased some of his pain. They made it possible for him to breathe again.

"I know, Duo," Quatre pulled back, his own eyes suspiciously damp. "You know I will always be willing to help you."

Duo shot Quatre a shocked look. "Really?"

Quatre shrugged swallowing tears. "Yes, that's the least I could do for you."

"But you can't ever tell anyone… wait… Quatre, who I am really?" Duo asked, peering contemplatively at his friend.

Quatre cocked his head, confused but answered Duo anyway. "You're my hot sex slave and I want to suck you clean…" He gasped, biting his tongue.

"Solo! What the bloody hell?" Duo turned on his friend who was now reduced to a mass of giggling angel on the couch. "I thought Steve only did that to me!"

"Anything that has to do with you will be tweaked. So unless he wants to keep asking people to sleep with him, I suggest you tell him that he should stop telling people who you are," Solo winked.

Quatre looked curious and rather nervous as his friend talked to thin air but knew there was something in the room with them. Since it didn't feel malevolent, perhaps on the cheeky side, he kept his peace.

"But he called my name a few times already," Duo protested.

Solo smiled. "That's unconscious. If it was conscious I doubt he would be able to do it. Small programme glitch I think. Then again, if we were all perfect, we would be walking on water."

Duo sighed. This situation was getting increasingly complicated. What was supposed to be a pleasure trip to check up on Heero, turned out to be the worst matchmaking event of the century. No only was he stuck in the body of the person that essentially cost him his life, but he had to deal with the fact that Heero was getting increasingly attached to Adrian. If this Adrian person was alive, it wouldn't have hurt so much but since this had happened, he would really hate to see the look of pain in Heero's face when Duo managed somehow to leave the body and Adrian would just fall dead at his feet.

What if that was the last straw? What if Heero couldn't take the fact that another person he could love died as well, and decided that there was nothing worth living for?

Duo sighed again and turned to Quatre, explaining the situation.

Solo stared at his friend, shaking his head in sympathy. This was one fine kettle fish they got here. He didn't like to see anyone hurt, especially Duo, who had more than his share of pain in his youth. He deserves some happiness, but even that was denied him. A vibration coming from his pants alerted him to a message received.

He fished his PDA out of his pocket and read the message. It was odd that an angel could lose colour but pale Solo did. This was bad, this was very bad. He could see an eternity of bonuses being taken from him.

"Uh… Duo?" Solo called out hesitantly.

Duo turned, looking enquiringly at his friend.

"God has found out, we have only a day and a half left, two days tops."

Tbc…