Author: May Chang
see prologue for warnings. disclaimers

The Path Between + Chapter 12

Wufei and I started to curse up a storm. The chaos guards had surrounded us, cutting me off from Trieze. Quickly, we circled around Une, since she was the only one injured. She hissed out something rather obscene, which brought out a smile from me. I am gonna like this lady.

......Even though she was a bitch before........

"Well, Wu, how's another battle sound to you?" I asked the raven- haired blademaster.

"Sounds like music to my ears," he said, smiling grimly.


Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!

......OK, so I'm pissed. But then again, who wouldn't be if you were chained up and stuck in a dank, dark cell? I grumbled some more obscenities as I tried to stretch my legs without disturbing Trowa.

One of the bastards had decided to thwack Trowa in the head, so now he's got a concussion. I tiredly leaned my head onto Heero's shoulder, wishing for sleep to come and take me to never-never land, but that didn't work. So I settled on making sure that the others were fine.

Quatre was sleeping soundly on Wufei's chest. Wufei had his arm wrapped around the blond and had his chin on top of Quatre's head, his eyes closed. I then turned to look at Noin and Zechs. Noin's head was on Zechs' lap, asleep. Zechs was still awake, although looking just as tired as I felt. He was running his hand through Noin's hair.

Une had been taken somewhere, and I didn't like the thought of that. Strangely, I wanted to protect the woman for some reason, kind of like an older brother to his little sister.

"Can't sleep?" Heero murmured as he lifted a hand to stroke my cheek. I sighed and nodded slightly. I then turned to look into those beautiful cobalt eyes of his.

"Anou.... Can you tell me about your life back on Recluce?" I asked.

Heero's jaw twitched, surprising me. I gather he didn't really want to talk about it. ", that's ok, you don't have to tell me."

"No, it's...... it's ok, Duo," Heero said softly. His free hand wandered over to Trowa and began to stroke his hair. "....It's kind of a long story though, and it's actually more along the lines of both Trowa and my story."

"Oh? Why's that?" I asked, curiously.

"Trowa and I came from the same town," Heero began. "We were both orphans from the war so we were adopted by some people. Both my father and mother were blademasters."

No wonder he's so good with the sword.........

"Trowa, on the other hand, was raised by a troupe of entertainers," Heero continued. I raised an eyebrow. Entertainers? "The masters found him and felt that he had the potential for either order or chaos. They felt that he will most likely become another gray."

"Then why does he have a staff?" I asked. He's a blackstaffer! Blackstaffers all become order-masters, whether they want to or not.

Heero shook his head.

"...It's not black oak." I gaped. "He just accidentally dropped it in tar and the color stuck."

....well, that made sense....

"In fact, Trowa's quite adept in using knives, daggers and swords," Heero continued. He smiled gently at the sleeping boy. "You can never tell where any of his daggers are hiding." Trowa murmured something incoherent at this point and tried to use my leg as a hugging toy. I decided that it was time he woke up.

"Tro-Tro, wakey-wakey!!" I said rather sing-songing at the boy. He actually made a face, making him so damn adorable.

".....five more minutes and then we can do it again, Duo....." he said, rather loudly. Zechs looked at us, an amused look on his face. I stuck my tongue out at him.

Trust Trowa to have sex on mind, even when he was asleep. I gently pressed my hand on to his head, probing to see how badly he was hurt. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad, so I quickly healed him. Then I nudged at him again.

"Trowa, get up now," I said sweetly. Wufei had opened his eyes at this open and was watching me trying to wake up Trowa. Trowa groaned and shifted a bit, his face burrowing into my crotch. I looked desperately at Heero. He looked back, shrugging.

Wufei saved me at this point. With a bucket of water.

"KISAMA!!!!" Trowa actually yelled out, sitting bolt upright as he shook the water out of his hair. And on to me and Heero. He then turned and glared around the room.

Wufei was suppressing his laughter, while Quatre and Noin woke up from Trowa's screaming.

"Wha??" Quatre slurred out, blinking blearily at us. He rubbed his eyes with a fist, yawning cutely, then blinking at a wet Trowa. He pursed his lips.

"Trowa, did you have another of your wet dreams?"


We were "escorted" to the throne room later that day. Trieze was sitting on the throne, toying with a cup of wine. He smiled cheerfully as we entered. We all glared at the chaos-master.

"So, how do you like your accommodationsso far?" he asked casually. I swear, I will kill him. What a smug bastard.

"They're lovely," I grated out. "Thank you so much for your hospitality." Trieze just smirked at me. I really wanted to get my hands around his throat at this point. I then looked around, a bit confused. "Where's Dermail?"

"Oh, he's by the drawbridge," Trieze responded, then frowned slightly. "And the bridge. And the courtyard. I think he might also be in the torture chamber."

"In other words, you double-crossed him, killed him and ripped him into pieces," I concluded.


"Dekim, you were always one sick bastard," I snarled. He smirked, then motioned at the guards.

"Kill them." The guards rushed to comply, raising their lances and aiming them at us. Now, there were only seven of us, chained and with minor injuries, about to be killed by, oh I don't know, 50 guards? Talk about major overkill. One of them was about to run Noin through when --




About ten guards just disappeared in the midst of white fire. Wufei and Heero, using the moment of surprise, quickly lashed out brutal kicks at the guards, making them back off. Trieze jumped to his feet, glaring furiously about, the cup crushed in his hand.

"Who dares?!" he bellowed.

"FUCK OFF!!" Dorothy's voice rang out, as a few more arrows were loosed on the guards. Une suddenly appeared, very pissed-looking as she glared at Trieze. Relena suddenly appeared behind her, looking slightly pale, but her eyes were just as pissed.

Alex and Mueller suddenly burst through the door and quickly began to cut down the chaos guards. Then they turned their attention to getting off the damn shackles.

"I believe these are yours," Alex grinned as he motioned towards the back, where a few more Peacemillion guards approached with our weapons.

"DEATHSCYTHE!!" I all but yelled as I grabbed up my beloved scythe.

"Touching," Trieze sneered, as he glared at Une and the rest of us. Une moved in front of Relena, throwing up an order shield to protect them. Noin quickly threw up a shield as did Trowa and Quatre. I just moved forward.

"Dekim, we have an old score to settle," I said coldly.


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