Last updated this on Halloween so updating it on Christmas seems fitting, Jesus loves me even if Twilight was allowed to become a thing. No smut this time so if you are reading this on FFN there is no need to hit up AO3 unless you want to show this fic some love there too. Not sure how many more chapter there will be to this but I am always open to ideas, prompts, etc just hit up my Tumblr of the comment/review section.

WarNinGs: Many feels and the like but not much else.

Aishi Say

"What's a soulmate"

"Well, it's like a best friend, but more. It's the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It's someone who makes you a better person. Actually, they don't make you a better person, you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever."

Apparently this quote that shows up in amany a MV/AMV is from 'Dawson's Creek', which I never watched because while a girl I don't favor female aimed TV/Movies over male ones.

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Quatre sighed softly as he blinked his eyes opened, the room unfamiliar. Lifting his cheek the pale Warlock looked around the room lit solely with the light of a risen sun. Unsure what time it was he frowned trying to remember if he was expected anywhere, nothing came to mind so he relaxed. The last few days had been hectic and he was still waiting for another crisis to start at any moment. Bowing his head with a sigh the blond remembered he was not alone. The Made had not left his side as the sky brighten as he half excepted the other would. Taking the Made's face in his hands he simply stared at the still serenity of it. The other's breathing so slow he did not appear to even be alive, his warmth the only proof that he truly was. It left Quatre to wonder if it was one of the reasons they were called the living dead, to be as warm as the living while breathing as if dead? Vampires were fascinating creatures. Allowing his thumb to move over still lips he smiled, he could easy spend his every waking morning like this and be content.

Trowa sighed ever so softly but did not stir at his touch, no doubt thanks to his demonically enhanced senses. Leaning closer the blond shifted as he kissed the hellcat in human form, wondering a bit why they did not taste of smoke. Stroking smooth skin with his thumbs his thoughts drifted back to finding the Made in his sister's care, truly the living dead. The burnt shoulder and hand had long since healed, not a mark to show they had ever been so much as bruised. How many wounds had this man suffered in his short years? How many scars would he find if he went looking, did he wish to risk reopening old wounds? Closing dark eyes the paler of the two wished he could take all that pain away, that using his magic like that would not be a terrible act of betrayal. No Trowa need his pain, his past intact or he would not be the man he was, the man Quatre needed in his life. When a thumb brushed a smooth canine the blond saw a flash from his trial. Lips parted, fangs glinting, a crimson trail staining too pale skin to pool on the cold ground. Swallowing the blond tried to forced the overlaying image away as he lunged forward, pressing his mouth against the sleeping Made's with more aggression then he had intended. Trowa kissed him back as his fingers curled around the blond's arm. -Good morning to you too.-

Quatre jerked, Trowa's grip keeping him from moving too much, blinking down into dark eyes he sighed closing his own. "I didn't mean to wake you I just...I saw..."

Trowa propped himself up on his elbows, "My death? shh…the flashes will pass soon enough."

Head turned, eyes opening, "I should have known my trials would revolve around you but...I did not expect them to linger like this." Quatre focused on the skin darker then his own, far form the literal white and pale gray Trowa's became when he took his demonic forms. The Made was alive, fully healed, his touch so very warm. Sighing softly Quatre closed his eyes seeking their bond, what had been an intriguing then inviting light in the darkness was now a flame keeping the shadows at bay with it's pure blue-white essence. The same flames that burned in the Made's demonic soul now shone in his own, pale as the moon and just as soothing. "How long?"

"A week or so is normal, do not go forgetting how hard I am to kill hm?" Trowa leaned up and nuzzled the blond's throat, "Every kill makes me stronger and Leogan's cult was kind enough to feed me well."

Quatre moaned softly as he arched his neck, his hellcat looking to comfort rather then feed, "The lest they owe you for the ruined clothes."

Trowa chuckled softly as pale fingers stroked the back of his neck, the feline in him enjoying it as much as the man, "Clothes are irrelevant."

"They won't be once we leave this room," Quatre half reminded half teased his now official lover not exactly missing them himself much just then.

"Who said anything about leaving?" Trowa purred against pale skin with a smirk, he was in no hurry to rejoin the world outside.

Quatre moan, "We can't remain here forever, no matter how temping that would be."

Trowa smirked resting his chin on Quatre's chest, "Nice to know I have not entirely corrupted you just yet."

"No, but I have been doing a fine job at corrupting you," Quatre brushed long bangs to the side, holding them there with the backs of his fingers.

"Oh, do tell?" Trowa cooed amused, the blond was not bad at bantering.

Quatre trailed his fingers along the Made's jawline before taking his chin, "Big bad scary monster so human."

"Come now you know better then to be fooled like that," Trowa cooed fangs flashing as crimson leached into dark green.

"Yes I do," Leaning close the blond wrapped his arms around the Made's neck, tongue trailing down the inside curve of a fang. Pulling away he smiled at faintly glowing eyes half open, "They are rather beautiful."

"You are hopeless do you know that?" Trowa asked tilting his head, eyes flashing before the crimson began to recede.

"It is hardly my fault you are so easy to fall in love with," Quatre reminded the immortal watching the red fade from green as if it was blood soaking into a grassy field.

Trowa closed his eyes with a soft sad sigh, "Truly hopeless."

"And there is nothing you can do about it," Quatre smiled reassuringly when Trowa looked up at him. "You are not in the fight alone any longer. There is a small army of us now, we will see you get the time you need to heal your mother."

Trowa closed his eyes as he turned his face into Quatre's palm, the mortal's scent soothing his nerves. "Ni feidir liom dul duit."

"Yes you do," Quatre assured his friend, not needing to know exactly what he had said to know what he had meant. "I say you do, and you know nothing will change my mind."

"As I keep saying hopeless," Trowa reminded the blond before kissing his palm and pulling away from his touch. "I never said you were wrong you know?"

Quatre shook his head at the Made smiling, "Cats." Sighing the blond sat back on his heels and stretched, "Do you think it is too late to grab some breakfast?"

"Define breakfast?" Trowa prompted tilting his head, there was more then one way to take that question.

Quatre shook his head, "You and Duo are impossible sometimes."

Trowa smirked, "Thank you."

"Welcome. Seriously though do you think we have time?" Quatre knew they had meetings later but that was after lunch.

Trowa shrugged, "No one mentioned feeding anyone when I was asked to walk the wall, but I'm sure there is food here somewhere."

Quatre nodded absently, Duo's line were generous hosts as a rule, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Not mortal remember," Trowa reminded the blond as hr swung his legs out from under the rumpled covers.

"You can eat just fine hungry or not," Quatre responded not surprised the Made was not hungry after last night. Being half demon had its advantages, a few he would have to take advantage of sooner rather then later.

"I am more concerned about coffee," Trowa could eat but he was fine with just coffee before meetings as long as he did not need to feed.

"Of course you are," Quatre drawled as he stood, it was not like the Made needed the caffeine. "I'll make sure there is plenty of coffee after I shower."

"You don't need to bribe me to stay," Trowa ribbed walking up to the blond, hands resting on his pale shoulders as he leaned down slightly to kiss him. "You are more than enough."

Quatre grinned up at Trowa, "But I am even better with coffee."

"You said it not me," Trowa grinned back before stealing another quick kiss. "Now go while you can."

"Lamia so demanding," Quatre scoffed as he turned form the Made and headed for the room's bathroom, smiling at the mocking huff behind him.

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"Can't say I am sad this mess is over," Duo muttered taking a slice of beacon from his plate. "It does suck we will be splitting up though."

Hiro glanced at his fellow brunet over the rim of his mug, "Are we?"

Duo blinked, forgetting the beacon between his lips until he opened his mouth to answer. Chewing quickly he swallowed with a frown, "Aren't we?"

"Finally got hungry I see," Hiro greeted the blond Warlock when he entered the dining room flanked by Trowa.

Quatre frowned at Hiro, "Too much time around Duo already."

Duo stuck out his tongue, "Whatevs. So I was just telling mine about how it sucks we are splitting up soon."

"We are?" Quatre asked as he sat down across from Duo, hand pausing above the pancakes.

"What did I miss? Cy you want to fill me in?" Duo called to the Made who had walked over to the pots of coffee, hot water for tea, and everything needed to make either.

"None of us have been ordered out so we do not have to split if we don't want to," Trowa answered walking away from the table with a mostly full glass pot and a mug.

"Don't we have to like train or something?" Sure they had passed the Trials but that was not the end of it, not that either Warlock was aiming for tier II anytime soon.

Hiro nodded to Trowa as the other refilled his mug, "There is no reason you cannot train under us. Chang has formally requested the pair of you and is aware of our bonds."

Quatre swallowed, "Hiro's right. It will not be hard to talk it over with Wufei just to be sure, but we did just prevent a civil war from possibly starting, as well as passing the Trials, we are entitled to a bit of time to enjoy it."

Duo nodded as he leaned back, "True that. So...we staying a quartet or we splitting into pairs?"

Quatre considered that as Trowa set a mug down for him before sitting down to his right, "hm...I am not sure? Hiro, Trowa?"

"I am sure Trowa wishes to use this time to see what he can do for his mother. I am content to stay as a quest there, or see to Duo's training at my own stronghold."

"I second that," Duo chimed in, "I mean we are a team now so fucking with one of us is fucking with all of us." Hiro bowed his head when Duo turned to him, Quatre smiling nodding his agreement. Turning to Trowa he blinked, the Made was drinking coffee straight from the pot, "Mugs man."

-A coffee pot is a mug when you don't give a fuck.- Trowa retorted not bothering to pause to talk.

Duo arched a brow but shrugged, "Man's got a point. So Cyke you want house guests or just Cat?"

Trowa glanced at Quatre as he set the empty pot down, "Unless there is another war about to break out I think just Quatre for now."

Duo nodded in sympathy, "You worry about your mom, we can see the world doesn't go anymore insane for a little while without you."

Trowa smiled at his one time mouse, "Thank you Duo."

Duo grinned, "Anytime Trowa."

"Once you are done recovering we can revisit other arrangements," Hiro commented not at all surprised Trowa had declined his offer. Lady Bloom had missed much and that was not even counting the most recent events, though they were likely of the most relevance to her. Trowa nodded, Duo grinned around another strip of bacon, Quatre nodded as he sipped his coffee. Hiro nodded content to make plans that had nothing to do with an upcoming mission for once, it would take some getting used to but he had the time.

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Quatre fallowed Trowa as he walked through the now cleared out central command chamber they had last been in after winning the day. Broken crystal and the like had been removed, blood cleaned, bodies taken care of as was fitting. Walls still bore the marks of battle, doors not yet all replaced, it would be another week before this island could be used as a haven once more. The 'guests' had all left who had had not stayed to attend the Samhain celebration, or where overseeing the repairs. A strong presence drew his musing and he blinked at a Knight of the Blood all knew, Zechs Merquise. Long platinum hair hung lose over crimson clad shoulders, shifting when the lord turned towards them. Quatre had not been aware more Nights of the Blood had come really, reports had been given already. Trowa did not seem to be surprised as he moved to meet his superior. "Nice of you to leave most of the building intact Barton."

Trowa shrugged, "I didn't attack this one. A bit low profile for you to come by isn't it?"

Zechs smirked at the Made, "Always the bold one, be glad I like that in a knight." Glancing at the Warlock at the Made's side from behind his silver half mask he frowned slightly. "To answer you yes, Leogan may have caused us problems if he had lived, thankfully you took care of that. I wanted your opinion on something, work related, and no it is not classified so your partner is free to remain right where he is."

Trowa glanced at Quatre who nodded, nodding back he turned his attention back to Zechs, arms folding loosely over his chest. "You haven't suggested anything stupid since we met so what is it this time?"

"Reading over the reports I have come to a conclusion, our current system is flawed," Zechs stated evenly.

Trowa scoffed, "I have been here less then a decade and I have already told you that."

"Which is why I decided to keep you my bold feline, Hiro backing you helped. An idea has been being tossed around for a while now but we could never decide on the right people for the job. Oh sure a few were a given but if one wants to change things more then a few like minds are needed." Trowa nodded in agreement, Quatre thoughtful but seemed to agree as well. "The small group you helped put together worked better and faster then any council assigned group in recent years. That said we now have a team worthy of our goals. To keep our world safe we need a group of all three races that is not bond solely by racial goals and laws. You all proved how easily that can be accomplished and you all barely knew each other, now you are friends, unstoppable."

Trowa tilted his head, "You want all my friends serving under you as well now? What will Noin think?"

Zechs laughed at the cooing Made, "You all would be serving under her as well so she would be delighted."

Quatre looked from one Vampire to the other, he had not been aware Trowa was so close to Zechs and Noin. "Noin never mentioned such a thing."

"She knew you would assist us without needing to be formally one of us, she does want you on board." Zechs sighed softly, "In fact she would be most displeased if you were not at least invited."

Quatre frowned, "I do not wish that on you...not at all."

Trowa arched a brow, "Well if Quatre wants to keep you out of trouble I guess I have no choice but to assist you."

"You are a horrible subordinate, cats," Zechs teased grinning amused. "You both are sure? You can offer to help without having to join anything."

"I see no reason to not join you both formally. It is no secret we Winner value peace far more than pleasing the council. How would this work?" Quatre knew Noin and trusted her, Trowa clearly felt the same way about Zechs since Quatre knew what Trowa felt like bristling.

"We find a threat we deal with it, no waiting for committees, no toeing partylines, none of the nonsense that would have allowed Leogan to succeed if things had gone by the book." Zechs had not gotten where he was by blindly do as he was told, none of them had.

Trowa sneered showing fang, "Bloom don't do by the book, so uncreative."

"Ari," Quatre cooed getting a smirk as Trowa mockingly preened. "Sounds like what we would likely be doing anyway."

"I would hope so since both Trowa and Hiro are mine, and that means you and Duo would be as well." Zechs had heard about his beloved's favored student and his impish best friend and was more then happy to add the to his unit. "The Specials are wonderful at raiding and full out battle, but more small scale missions are outside of their wheelhouse."

"Well they were set up for large scale fights but smaller strike groups are more effective nowadays," Quatre may not enjoy war but that did not stop him from reading up on it. "I am not sure how useful I will be as a fighter for the moment but I am with you."

Trowa rolled his eyes when Zechs turned to him, "You even ask I will start teasing you about bleach killing all your brain cells."

Zechs chuckled at his fellow immortal, "And if I have another question?"

Trowa sighed with exaggerated annoyance, "If you must."

"You will be indisposed unless needed for the near future?" Zechs knew his friend had come close to death, been tortured, and made a handful of new friends so he could use a week or so to short things out.

Trowa frowned silent for a moment, "Yes. I have found a way to help my mother, at least it seems to...it has been a hectic week."

Zechs blinked, head tilting, "You...well I always knew you were determined but this...can I do anything for you my friend?"

Trowa shook his head before looking up with a gentle smile, "Hiro and Duo already promised to keep the world from going to Hell so I'm good. It will weaken me but I am not in danger."

Zechs nodded resting his hands on hunter green clad shoulders, "No more then we always are. I will try to get by without you, if you need me call."

"I will, and if I forget he will," Trowa promised nodding his head towards the shorter blond.

Quatre placed his hand between Trowa's shoulders, "You forget I will call him while chiding you."

"You're adorable when you're trying to be intimating," Trowa cooed grinning, if Quatre was calling Zechs he would likely be unconscious and would be completely unaware of anything the blond said to him.

Quatre pouted getting a soft laugh and he reached up taking Trowa's face, kissing the man with a gentle smile he never would have imagined when they first met. "Make me chide you and I won't be adorable."

Zechs shook his head as he lowered his hands from Trowa's shoulders, grinning at the pair, "Oh this all sounds familiar. Barton I officially grant you one week's leave, if you need longer let me know and I will extend it. Once you have returned we shall see about settling your partner into our forces hm?"

Trowa bowed, "Thank you sir."

Zechs smiled fondly at the young man, loyal to those who treated him well and so deserved it, "My pleasure. Mr. Winner see to your partner for me, he can be entirely too bold for his own good but I would hate to lose him."

Quatre bowed as well, "Consider it done sir."

Zechs nodded, "I will send Noin your love. Until I see you both may the night embrace you."

Quatre took Trowa's arm resting his temple on his shoulder, "Hilde is likely with Duo...do you think my sister is still here?"

Trowa glanced down at the pale youth who was no longer nervous around him, it felt like so long ago, "Perhaps. She was happy to see you so I doubt she would have left without a note."

Quatre bit his lip looking down before looking back up,"I know you want to head home but..."

"shh...we can hunt down your undead sister before we leave, I doubt your living ones will be as understanding." Trowa closed his eyes with a helpless slight shrug before nodding towards the Lamia part of the island.

Quatre squeezed Trowa's arm, smiling reassuringly when dark eyes turned to regard him. "My father doesn't hate you that is enough for now. Your family needs me more then mine right now."

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Duo sighed shaking his head, pink sakura petals falling like fat snow flakes along the path lined with trees. "I'm tellin' ya bub I'm cursed."

Hiro rolled his eyes scoffing, "Please."

"I'm serious here," Duo protested stopping, frowning at the Lamian lord he was in love with.

"Do tell?" Hiro promoted turning to face he Warlock he was sure was simply being too hard on himself.

Duo took a moment before answering, Hiro was listening but did not understand, "Everyone I get close to is at serious risk of dying."

"Duo," Hiro started with a pretty good idea of where this would be going.

"First my parents," Duo continued as if Hiro had not said a word.

"Mine are also dead," Hiro countered evenly, dead parents were not exactly rare among any of the for races.

"My adopted parents are also dead," Duo had not really thought about Hiro's parents. The guy was a lord and he knew the Yui clan were bad ass but he really did not know much else.

"As is my mentor," Hiro had never acquired a replacement mother figure to lose.

Duo blinked, they had more in common then he first thought, "My childhood best friend." Pausing to see if Hiro had one for that loss too he received a slight shake of the head. That made sense Hiro had likely been trained young to lead and fight so not much time for making friends. Trowa had alluded to being on his own while he had been human so it was no surprise the pair had bonded. "Most all of my childhood friends really."

Hiro reached out placing his hands on Duo's black clad shoulders, "Quatre and Hilde are alive and well."

Duo stepped back breaking contact ignoring Hiro's blink, "Quatre could have died at Leogan's hand, or Hell, even Trowa's if that bastard really could turn you guys into monsters. And speaking of Trowa I am still not convinced he did not die and just managed to not stay dead for a second time."

Fighting back a smirk and a joke about Trowa being a literally hellcat now Hiro allowed himself to frown in thought. Duo was the Warlock but as he understood it the spell that had been used was as close to death as a living body could come. "It sounds like the curse is getting weaker over time."

Duo shook his head, braid shifting over his shoulders, "No it all but went away and now my friends are in danger again. Gods what dose that mean for you?"

Hiro closed his eyes, it seemed quilt complexes were something the Warlocks shared. "It means nothing. We are heroes Duo, our lives are forfeit already. All that matters is making the most of the time we have in this life and what exists for us afterward."

Duo turned braid wiping behind him, "I am not a warrior I don't accept death that easily...I am tried of losing people...i just can't." He felt Hiro's hand close over his shoulder and expected the lord to turn him around. Even if Hiro was mortal he would be strong enough to force him to turn but the hand remained still for a moment before clenching with a hiss of pain. Turning to look over his shoulder he gasped and not from the claws digging into his shoulder. Hiro had a wooden blade point sticking out of his chest, the human laid crumpled with their neck distinctly the wrong shape. "Hiro?" Red eyes meet his as he turned the rest of the way around, the lord's skin white as snow. "Hiro say something?"

Hiro opened his mouth ignoring the trickle of blood that escaped rather then words. Reaching up he took Duo's face and kissed his hard, wooded blade stinging as Duo's chest pushed it back out a bit as the Warlock clung to him in turn. -I'll be waiting for you...keep me wai…-

Duo sank slowly to his knees still holding Hiro in his arms, cold stone pushing the blade closer to him as the lord's weight had nothing to hold it up any longer. Dark blue eyes were dull and still skin no longer inhumanly pale remained stained with too red blood. Closing his eyes he clung to the body and sobbed since there was nothing else he could do. -Duo?- Duo froze at the warmth of another move across his cheeks, eyes opening he blinked into rich blue. "Hiro?"

Hiro nodded thumbs brushing tears away, "You started crying and did not answer...vision?"

Duo nodded sniffing, Hiro's hands felt good cupping his cheeks, warm and mostly still when not drying his tears. "My trial of the heart."

"You don't have to say more," Hiro assured the braided youth gently, the tears told him all he needed to know.

"You promised you'd be waiting and you couldn't finish your wish that I would keep you waiting. They knew I have a case of thantophobia so it was the perfect test. Would I follow you or keep on fighting..," Duo placed his hands over Hiro's, the lord had tensed slightly and was no doubt worried about what his soulmate would choose. Hiro was the warrior born, if one fell in battle it would most likely be him, that had to be weighing on him right now. "I choose to fight Hiro, Solo did not give up his life for me to throw it away. You would not give up your life just so I could throw mine away before you even grew cold." Watching dark eyes close after a few tears had slipped past dark lashes Duo leaned forward and kissed the older male. It took a heartbeat for Hiro to respond, hands and lips firm yet gentle, ever so gentle. Duo smiled touched by the care Hiro took with his sheer power, even human tone as he was he could do damage if he grabbed and clung. Resting his right hand in darker brown hair he opened his mouth inviting the Lamia in with a flick of the tip of tongue. He was well aware lose made some people seek connections but he had not had the fulling night Quatre and Trowa had, and he had been hurting without Hiro close on hand. The Lamia did not need more then gentle prompting and Duo was relived when there was no mental voice asking him if he was alright. Hiro cared he did not have to say a word to ask a question, he had been hurting as well. Moaning when human teeth grazed his neck he sighed, this was not really the best place for this kind of thing even if he was not exactly shy. Tugging gently on short hair he chuckled when Hiro nipped playfully at his skin as he lifted his head, "Hallway handsome."

Hiro glanced to either side of them, "So it is. You wish to continue this in a less public space then?"

"Yes please," Duo teased grinning, damn the big scary Vampire was hot as fucking Hell smirking, just not fair. "We should fill Hilde in first since Cat likely went to find his dead sis."

Hiro considered the logic for the blink of an eye as he released his captive, "She is our friend, and will likely cruse us if we exclude her from our mission to keep the annoying Hell at bay."

"Damn you keep reading my mind like that you'll be blushing in a minute," Duo winked as he hooked Hiro's arm solid muscle an amazing comfortable pillow.

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"Ah brother and his guard kitty, please come in I am just finishing packing." Aroree frowned at the contents on her suitcase, clothes with a few small blades tossed about.

"Sister...I need to ask a favor," Quatre glanced at Trowa who leaned against the door, arms loosely crossed, head tilted slightly towards the door as if listening to something outside.

"Well you are my favorite and your protector is tolerable," Aroree reminded her younger brother as she shoved a few more casual clothes into the case.

"merowl," Trowa drawled, smirking at his fellow Made when she looked up, earning him a playful smirk right back.

Quatre smiled at the pair, at least that was one sister who liked his soulmate, "I will be working closely with Trowa for the next week or so and would appreciate a heads up if your hear anything of interest."

Aroree closed the case, "This have something to do with him be almost dead on his feet during the talks?"

Quatre frowned, of course a fellow Made would notice signs other races would miss, "Yes."

"And am I allowed to know where all that blood went since it isn't in you or his sister?" Quatre was still a Warlock only and Katherine had not appeared recently fed.

"It is in my mother," Trowa answered before Quatre could say a word, pushing off from the door he walked up to Quatre's right. "It seems it helps with the Madness."

Aroree titled her head studying him for a moment before smiling warmly, "You are a good son. Something so simple...of course most Lamia do not have a devoted blood bank at their beck and call. With this mess cleaned up a week is not out of the question, not after what happened here finishes spreading. I'll have my little birds keep their ears open, after all if you are with him it will be harder to avoid what is aimed at him."

"As if he would even try," Trowa commented knowing the blond would take a hit to protect him even if his body could heal from more damage then the blond would ever want to see up close.

"It is why we love him so," Aroree agreed with fond sympathy, cats were protective of those who treated them well. Quatre's sincere compassion and earnest nature were slowly amassing quite the army of darkness to his side.

Trowa nodded arm resting on the blond's hip, "It is not exactly hard."

Quatre leaned into the Made's side closing his eyes, "Ari."

"Nice to know you have agreed upon pet names already. Brother you do still have that crystal I gave you?" Aroree asked amused by the pair, they were adorable.

"Not on me no," Quatre had not brought anything that personal with him for what had started as a simple informal meeting.

"Not a problem," Aroree opened her case and fished out a small ring box sized box she tossed to her brother. "Now you don't have to ask him for his home address."

Quatre opened the box and touched the chunk of stone colored with a faint cloud of pink, closing it he looked up, "Thank you."

"Thank me by never compromising your believes please another," Aroree would not be forgiving most of her family anytime soon. "And you keep your claws nice and sharp hm."

Trowa nodded as he held up his free left hand before extending his claws, "Always do."

Aroree nodded approvingly, "Then we will be staying friends. Now care to stop blocking the doorway so I can go meet my yacht?"

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"Do you think a week will be enough time?" Hilde asked before sipping her tea, blood magic was not her specialty.

Duo shrugged, "Seems an infusion works for a few days and each time she seems to get just a bit better so a week should be long enough to be sure it is taking. It may be a temp fix, kinda not had the time to test all the theories yet."

"I am sure there is a threshold, most who go mad are mercied once if not before they stop recognizing kin." Hiro had a heard a few stories as all Lamia had, if was a horrid fate like many mortal deteriorating chronic conditions. Trowa was immune to the Madness, and so far he had hear no tales of Lamia infecting their sired so Duo was safe.

"Well I know mortals euthanize themselves or loved ones when they are looking at a long painful death, as if a human's life is not short enough." Hilde shook her head, it was one of the reasons the human world and theirs had not always gotten along.

Duo frowned, he was sick of all the death talk this week, "So what are your plans Hil Babe?"

Hilde smiled perking up, "Lord Chang and Lady Po have invited me to train under them while you all are doing the sexy training thing."

Duo winked, Hiro grinned at the brunet, "She is very wise."

"Her future as a Seer aside," Hiro teased the grinning Witch pair, "I would like to extend an open invitation to my estate. You are practically his family and most agreeable."

"So lucked out with this one eh?" Duo grinned jerking his thumb at Hiro, he could not ask for a better man in his life. "And he came with a cute friend for my cute friend...hm neither brought a cute friend for you."

Hilde reached out patting Duo's hand, "There, there you and Quatre are allowed to be selfish now and then. I will find myself someone soon and I will make you all sick with sweetness."

"Promises, promises," Duo cooed, Hilde deserved to be as happy as they were now, and soon if he had anything to say about it.

Hiro smiled at the pair, it was easy to watching them, "Should I see to a permanent room then?"

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Iria frowned as she caught sight of Quatre walking between Barton and Katherine talking easily with the immortal pair. Lord Bloom and most of his forces had left after the attack, Barton having to remain for debriefings. Watching her innocent little brother hugging the Made's arm not at all bothered by the fact he was surrounded by demons. "They look like a normal couple don't they?"

"Father are you sure?" Iria still did not trust the bond was entirely what it seemed.

Lord Winner nodded watching his son get a laugh from the Made, "The bond is true, I may not entirely like it myself but the spell is never wrong."

Iria crossed her arms, "It figures he would be bond to a broken soul."

"Who else needs his gentleness more? Come in a few weeks I am sure he would enjoy a visit with you." Dark eyes closed when the Made kissed his son's temple, mockingly hissing when his sister ruffled his hair. His son had a violent protector who was known for his loyalty as well as his savagery. Anyone meaning his son harm would not live long with regret and that was a comfort.

Iria nodded as she followed her father, glancing back once more she sighed, "He always was a cat person."

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Oh the bonding, so much bonding. Now before anyone worries yes 'sexy training' is a thing that will be happening. If you have any training tropes you like feel free to list them in a comment/review and I will see what I can do for you. I didn't mean to let this sit so long please yell at me on Tumblr now and then kay? Hope all the feels made someone happy out there.