Author: May Chang
see prologue for warnings. disclaimers
Path Between + Chapter 13
"Noin, Zechs, Quatre, Wufei,
take the corners," I snapped, tucking Deathscythe's blade away. I was
going to be fighting against Dekim, and I didn't want to risk harming
Trieze's body. The four of them blinked at me; hey, they're much more
used to my cheerfulness, so I don't blame them. "Heero, Trowa, go and
guard Une and Relena. Dorothy, take your men and make sure that no one
enters the room."
Heero and Trowa exchanged looks before they moved to Relena and Une. Trowa
took over the shielding, allowing Une to breath a sigh of relief as she
slid down to the ground. Dorothy nodded and motioned the Peacemillion
guards to follow her. The door closed with a bang.
"This will be quite a duel," Trieze sneered at me. I wanted
to bash in his teeth at this point. "It's quite an honor to face
against the great order-master Balinese himself!"
I heard Noin gasp in surprise, as well as feeling everybody else's eyes
widen. I smirked at him.
"I'm just known as Balinese to chaos-masters," I replied blandly.
Then I smiled cheerfully. "But I am still the same Duo Maxwell that
we all know and love."
"That can't be," Relena murmured, eyes wide. "Balinese
has been dead for over two centuries!"
"Uh-uh!" I disagreed, grinning. "He's right here, in the flesh, and about
to kick some chaos-master ass."
Trieze snarled and hurled a chaos blast at me. It reflected off my shield.
I grinned as I watched him tossing more chaos blasts at me.
I was faced with a problem now. From my probing, Trieze is perfectly fine
and Dekim's soul is super corrupted. Yet, amazingly enough, Dekim's soul
hasn't made Trieze's body go into aging mode yet. The problem was I needed
to knock Dekim hard, hard enough to loose some of his grip from Trieze's
body. As I pondered and deflected chaos blasts, Trieze suddenly pulled
out a bronze sword and vanished. I swore; damn, he's figured out how to
pull the invisibility move. .....then again, he has been around
for at least two centuries....
Fate was looking out for me today. It was either Relena's scream of "Look
out, Duo!" or the fact that I felt the heat waves coming off from
Trieze's poor production of invisibility that made me throw myself at
Heero and Trowa. The blade came down mere seconds after that, cutting
a bit of my cloak away.
"Duo! Are you alright?" Relena asked, helping me up. Heero and
Une were looking rather irritated at the queen. How did she manage
to squeeze out from Heero and Une's eyes? I opened my mouth to respond
when I saw her bracelet.
Her heavily infused in order black oak bracelet.
I looked at it thoughtfully. She looked back me, a bit confused.
"Hey, queenie, mind lending your bracelet really quick?" I asked.
I glanced back at Trieze, who was standing there, looking irritated at
Relena glanced over at Trieze, smiled cheerfully and looked back at me.
Quickly, she slid the bracelet off and handed it to me. I quickly slid
"Are we done yet?" Trieze whined. I flicked him off as I turned
to face him. I shifted slightly, ready to charge at him as he threw a
few more chaos blast at me. I then ran straight for him, shield up. He
moved back, his sword out, as I swung Deathscythe at him.
I backhanded the chaos-master hard with the bracelet. Trieze actually
screamed on contact, hitting the floor hard. I looked at the unconscious
man, then at the bracelet. Then I looked at Relena.
"Damn! This thing packs a wallop!" I commented as I slid the bracelet
off and handed it back to her. She smiled brightly. I then turned my attention
back to Trieze, thinning my lips. It's time to show the reason why I think
of myself as a gray wizard, not a black one. I took a deep breath and
plunged into his soul.
Before I go on about how I finally destroyed Dekim and brought back Trieze,
I have a little something to tell you. It's true that I've been alive
for over two centuries. In fact, I've been wandering around for around
for four centuries. It'll be my fifth century on the earth in a
couple of weeks, but I digress.
I was about five when I was separated from my family. I still remember
my mother crying, although I don't remember her face anymore. I was raised
by the masters from then on, but gradually, I began to wonder who my family
was, who my mother and father were, what they did and if they missed me.
Eventually, the masters thought that my not paying attention to them was
- how should I say - chaotic, and decided that I was ready to become
a dangergelder. For crying out loud, I was only 16! You wonder why I'm
bitter at the masters and Recluce? This is actually part of the reason.
The day I stopped considering myself as a black wizard was the day that
Hilde died. She was a blademaster that was traveling with me about 50
years later. By then, I was a hell of an order-master, going about and
making sure that there would be a good crop or good livestock. We were
facing off against a couple of chaos-masters, and Hilde died saving me.
This is where Deathscythe comes in. I had found the blade shortly after
her death, found the two white bastards and killed them. There was a rule
to be an order-master and I had broken it -- an order- master was not
allowed to take a life.
From then on, with Deathscythe in hand, and always a horse named Shinigami,
I became Balinese, the chaos hunter. Mind you, I didn't become chaotic
myself; I still went around, filling a bit of order in this corner and
helping out in that place.
I decided to return to being Duo Maxwell once again two centuries later.
I was tired of all the fighting, tired of the blood, and fucking tired
of being alone. I will always fight against the chaos, but I don't want
to do it alone.
And that leads me to Trieze.
Here I am again, destroying a life to save another. But as I cut the strings
that held Treize's soul captive, I touched each of his lives and discovered
that, in a way, this was better.
Trieze had a caring soul, one that refuses to take lives, one that wants
others to live a good life. In other words, he's rather optimistic. And
Another of Dekim's soul string floated away as I continued to bring back
Trieze. With each string cut away, I made sure to bring back old memories,
so that Trieze would never face the pain that he had caused. I owed it
to Une who had helped us save Relena. I owed it to Zechs, because Trieze
was his friend.
The last of Dekim's soul strings floated away, wailing into the darkness
as I finally brought back Trieze's final memory. I accidentally brushed
up against it and was startled to see Une's face, as well as a little
girl. I paused; looks like I owe it to another one, a little girl who
made Trieze's life lighter. I finally returned to the physical world,
turned to smile at Heero and Trowa. They just stared at me in shock. I
tried to stand up when the world went black.
 Balinese came from Weiss Kreuz's Yohji Kuduo (I think I spelled it
right....) The reasons that I used it is because I already used Shinigami
and Deathscythe, and the fact that I think of Duo as a playboy. Just like
DUO: Gee. Thanks.
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