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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 "My friends call me Duo." Quatre smiled.
"Do you drink tea, friend?" He spun around to see Quatre setting a silver platter with fine china atop it upon the small, intricately carved table. "I…do not know." Quatre nodded and began pouring white granules into one cup before adding some steaming liquid to it and then holding it out to Duo. "Try it." Hesitantly, Duo reached forward and carefully took the cup, not wishing to spill any of the tan liquid and stain the foreign rug. Watching Quatre, he sipped the hot liquid and his eyes went wide. "What is this?" Quatre smiled. "It is tea, friend." Duo looked down into the cup and smelled it before finishing the rest. "If I do not mistake, you have never had tea before." He shook his head and Quatre smiled wryly, filling his cup again. Duo accepted it gratefully and swallowed half of it. "It is hot." "Yes. It may help your body to warm." Duo looked up into his eyes for a moment. "Thank you." Quatre smiled brightly and took a sip of his own tea. Duo did the same and returned his gaze to the painting. "I found the colors were too exquisite not to be captured." Said Quatre as he stood before the painting and ran his fingers gently down the side. Duo cocked an eyebrow. "It is yours? Che. What sort of fool have you assumed me? How is it you see these things when we cannot be in sunlight?" Quatre smiled sadly. "No friend, YOU cannot be in sunlight. I may walk within it as a mortal man might." Gasping and setting his tea down, he stepped forward and gazed down into the other's eyes. "What must I do to achieve this gift?" Quatre laid a hand on his shoulder but quickly removed it when Duo jerked away from it. "Nothing. It is not something you can achieve. I was sired this way." His heart broke at the thought of never seeing day again save for upon a canvass. "What? No. And what is that word?" Quatre sighed and looked Duo up and down before walking to the door of the large room and looking back to Duo. "Come with me. I shall explain things as I had promised. But first, you must have a bath and a change of clothes." "I have no money with which I could pay_" "Nonsense. There will be no money here. We are brothers, you and I. I am happy to do this. Please follow me." He turned and walked out into the long hallway. "The bath is kept hot by flame beneath the floor. Have you ever had a hot bath?" Duo shook his head. "Just the river." "Ah." He turned into a room that Duo could see by the many candles was a bathing chamber, a large marble tub in the center of the room. "Here." He handed him a large towel that Duo took and stared at. "What should I do with it?" Quatre sighed and took it back. "Just remove your clothes and get into the water. This is for afterwards." Duo nodded and did as he was told, stripping off his rags and slowly getting into the water which was surprisingly hot but felt truly grand. "Nn." Quatre chuckled. "How does it compare to the river?" Duo thought about it for a moment. "Warmer. And no twigs in my hair." Quatre smiled. "Indeed." He reached forward to undo the piece of string that bound Duo's braid but Duo stopped him. "Solo did it." The blonde blinked. "Excuse me?" "Solo braided my hair. I don't ever unbraid it unless he wants to do it again." Quatre smiled patronizingly. "He may braid it again later. For now, we must wash all this filth from you." After a moment to consider, Duo nodded his consent and allowed the gentle blonde to remove the tightly wound thread. "This Solo. Is he your lover, brother, friend?" Duo smiled to himself. "Friend." "Ah. Does he know of your appetites?" Duo looked down into the water, still unable to believe he was what the blonde said he was. "Iye." "Good. I recommend you keep it this way. He may not be capable of having such a burden." Duo shook his head. "Iye. He can. He is my best friend. I will tell him as I tell him everything else. I have not done so thus far as…I did not know what to say. I did not know if I was real anymore. And, if I was, I did not want him to hate me." Quatre finished undoing his hair and began working water into it. "You are very real, friend. And it is for the reason that he may reject you that I think you should not tell him. He may fear what he does not understand." "No. The reason that I do not tell him is… I killed one of our friends. A child. We buried him together in the forest but he does not know I am the one who caused his death. And I do not intend to tell him that. I will tell him of my nature but not that." Duo said with determination. He never wanted Solo to know that he had been the one who killed Jacob. Quatre sighed. "Very well. I will trust your judgement of his character as I do not know the boy. Tip your head back." Duo took a breath and submerged himself beneath the water for a moment to saturate his hair before rising to the surface to see Quatre smiling and holding a ball of something. "What is that?" "Soap. Use it on your skin and hair." Duo took it from him and examined it for a moment, unsure of what to do. Sighing, Quatre took it from him and rubbed it in his hair and Duo found himself fascinated as white foam was formed. He took the ball again and mimicked Quatre's actions. "After this, we will hunt. And I will try to find your sire. He may be a rogue, insane. I do not know." Duo's hands stopped the activity and he stared forward. "Hunt? You do mean…?" Quatre nodded. "Yes. You are far too pale to have fed recently. We will go on a hunt and then I will explain things better to you and you may decide your future from there." "I will not do anything like this before you." Duo said stubbornly and Quatre sighed. "You do not have a choice, Duo. You must hunt to live. We will go after you have dried and dressed." Duo stared at him. "No one sees me hunt. The only people who see me die." Quatre nodded in understanding but spoke. "I must teach you the codes and what you must do to keep the guilt from making you walk into the sun. After you have learned what I have to teach you this night, you may decide your fate for yourself." Duo nodded in resignation and used the soap on his skin. After a few moments, Quatre seemed satisfied and Duo submerged himself again to rinse the stuff from his hair and then stood, looking to Quatre for instructions. Quatre gave him a measuring look for a moment before speaking. "You've been whored." Duo raised a brow at him even as he felt anger claw at him to make him snap into action. "How do you know?" "You are shameless, as if you do not care anymore of who sees your body. It suggests that you have learned that it does not matter who sees it. You will not have to do that anymore. I will teach you how to sustain yourself without needing to do such compromising things. Here." He held out the towel and Duo took it from him. "Use this to take the water from your skin." Duo rubbed it over himself the way he had used the rags that were his clothes to do so in the past and did not meet Quatre's eyes. Once done, he handed the towel back to the blonde and waited as if for orders. Quatre picked up his old clothing and dropped them into a bin. "Let's find you some true clothing, shall we?" Duo nodded. * * * Duo examined his reflection in the mirror and wondered whom it was staring back at him. `Is this me?' A white shirt under a blue velvet vest with gold trim and black leggings that went down to white stockings and buckled shoes covered his form. His hair was pulled into a neat braid and absolutely shimmered in the light as all the dirt had been washed away. His skin was clean and seemed to glow. He looked like nobility, rather than the street rat he had been his entire life. "Is this me?" Quatre smiled next to him in the mirror. "If you so choose. You may dress like this every night if it suits you. I believe it does." He smirked. "Now. Let us hunt." ********************** (twitches and falls over in chair from mental picture
of Duo in 18th century gitup) Jeez. I think I just got squicked. (shudders)
WHY did people dress so badly back then? Was it a cry for help? Not
that I'm a New Bob: Are you quite done? I can barely hear myself annoying the hell out of you. (sporks Bob) So ends my rant on fashion in all its crappy forms.
Well, I have to run, so feel free to send feedback if the mood strikes you. (shrug) Ja! (waves) ^_^' ~Leia
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