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"Insight to the Past" Written By: Stone Angel
Disclaimer: Oh, please. Do you honestly think
I'm making money off this? If I was, I'd be writing a whole lot more
and it wouldn't take getting drunk to do it. I don't own the characters
or the show, if I did, it would be SOOO different. Screw the war,
let's see how we can get Heero and Duo in a locked room after taking
away their clothes. (wolfish grin) I just like to make the creators
cry with the way I write their characters. ^____^ Mission accomplished.
hehehe Rating: R (just because because) Warnings: Occult? Definately AU, Blood, insanity(not
funny stuff, characters on the edge) Pairings: None (gasp! Actually this is a first for me) Authors Notes: This fic is here by demand. Enough
people asked for a better description of how Duo and Quatre met in
the 1700's so here it is. It is a prologue and then three parts that
are too short to be called chapters. The whole thing is pretty tiny,
about 10 pages. The begining is fuzzy but it's SUPPOSED to be as Duo
is not in the best state of mind. He's kinda insane. THIS FIC IS A PREQUEL TO A FIC THAT I POSTED BACK IN
THE BEGINNING OF Insight to the Past
"I have no name. You may call me Shinigami."
Duo nodded wordlessly and fell into step beside the blonde as he walked away from the alley and in the direction of the river. "I find it hard to believe that I have had this shirt for no more than a week's time and already it is ruined beyond redemption." Griped Quatre. Duo merely continued to stare at him. Quatre sighed. "You don't speak much, do you?" Duo shook his head and whispered "No". They were both silent for long moments as they came to the river and Quatre crouched down and washed his hands of the strangely smelling blood they had on them. "So how old are you?" Asked the blonde suddenly, making Duo jump slightly as the silence was broken. "I don't know. Ten and nine?" He said as if it were a question. Somehow he had a feeling that was not the answer the other had been looking for. Quatre laughed as he splashed the water onto his forearms to wash away the last traces of blood from them before doing the same for his brow. "No, friend. I mean how OLD are you?" Duo merely stared at him. "I fail to understand." "When were you sired?" He was really confused now. "Come again? Why are you talking like this?" "Well." Quatre stood and shook most of the water from himself. "You are not a Mark. Just a confused Fledgling. So I ask, how old are you?" Duo scowled. "Do you presume to compare me to some sort of bird?" Quatre stared at him in shock for a moment before speaking. "You don't know, do you?" Duo merely stared into his eyes as if they held his answers and he was certain they did. "What should I know, pray tell?" Quatre took a deep breath and stood directly before him and Duo had to admire the way the water droplets fell from his hair over his eyes. "Shinigami. You are no longer a man." Duo scowled. "Really." His voice held sarcasm. "Indeed." Quatre brushed the tone aside. "Permit me to ask, when was the last time you walked about in the daylight or ate a good meal?" Duo's breath hitched in his throat and he felt his blood run cold with adrenaline. "Why do you ask me this?" Quatre sighed. "Because we are the same, you and I." Duo felt tears form in his eyes. "Hounto? Do you know the man with dark hair and blue eyes?" Quatre raised a brow at that but shook his head. "I know no such man. Who is he?" He looked down to examine his bloodied shirt. Duo's heart fell. "I have been searching for him. I was doing so tonight when we met." "Ah." Quatre looked up. "Was he your sire?" Duo frowned. "My father is dead, thank god." "No. Not father. Sire. The one who made you. You may remember him as someone who bit you here." He gently touched the side of Duo's neck. Duo eyes widened and he jumped back and away from the touch. Everything he touched or that touched him died. He didn't want it to happen to this one. "Yes. He is the one I am looking for. How do you know all this?" Quatre smiled sadly. "As I said, we are alike. We are both vampires." The world tipped and spun a little around Duo before it returned to normal and he simply breathed for a moment. "…No." Quatre scowled. "Come again? `No' what?" "No." Duo crossed his arms. "I've heard of those. They are stories told to frighten children to keep them in bed while their parents play at night." Quatre actually laughed, a pleasant sound. "Well, aren't you clever? Yes, it is something of a legend." "It's not true." Quatre gave him a solemn look before speaking. "This may be hard for you to accept, tomodachi, but it is the truth, however much despised." Duo shook his head again. "No. The legends say that they are fiends with no souls who cast neither shadow nor reflection and cannot look upon crosses. I do all of these things. And well, I might add." He said with a quiet snort. Quatre laughed. "I like your attitude. But it changes nothing. Many of the legends are false. You'll find you'll have no luck turning into beasts as well. However, you are still a vampire." Duo shook his head again. "Vampires do not exist." Quatre merely gazed at him. "Really." It was not a question. He took off his dressy shirt and used it to wipe some blood from his side. Duo gaped as he saw that the wound that had looked to be mortal was now gone without a trace. Quatre ran a hand over the flawless skin and then stepped back to the water, beginning to wash the blood from his clothing. "I am here to help you, friend. You cannot go on living the way you have. If you continue to kill innocents, you will find yourself a pile of dust one night. That so-called man you saw me slay, he was a Mark. An immortal who hunts the purest of hearts. It is our duty to stop them by any means necessary. Do you understand?" He wrung out his shirt and put it back on despite the fact that it still dripped water, and faced Duo. Duo did his best to not start screaming and simply held tightly to his belief that he was still a mortal man. "I know not what sort of trick this is, but I am not what you say I am." Quatre stepped forward and took his hand. "I am sorry, Shinigami. But this is how it is." Shaking his head, Duo did his best to tug his hand free
to no avail; Quatre was stronger than he looked. He froze as the blonde
took out his small sword and brought it slowly to Duo's hand. He gasped,
his life's "Shh. Quiet. This is just a demonstration." He carefully made a small cut in Duo's skin on the back of his hand. "Now. Watch." Duo stared at the small, slowly bleeding wound, watching as it healed before his eyes. It was nothing new to him. He had seen it before. But now he knew why it was. He gazed at the ground through new tears when Quatre released him. "I want to wake now." Quatre looked sad and spoke in a soft tone. "Iye,
tomodachi. This is no dream from which you will wake. You cannot run
from it, nor can you hide. You can, however, rise to meet it. The
alternative is to become Duo looked back up at him from beneath his bangs and
wiped away his last remaining tears. `Friendship. Even though he knows
I have killed.' He gave him his best grin but it was little more than
a forced, wry Quatre smiled.
Ja! (waves) ^_^' ~Leia
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