Setting: Just after the AC-195 war. Possibly AU, but it’s worked in so it doesn’t warp the TV storyline.

Pairings: 3x4, 1+2 (possibly more to come)

Rating: NC-17 eventually.

Warnings: Violence, possible OOC? lemon, angst. No NCS - you’ll see why I had to point that out. Several OCs but they don’t necessarily play a big part.

Disclaimers: The only characters here that I own are both alter egos, Kazimiriel, Machiavel, Sarrow and Malvad. Characters I don’t own include: Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei, Zechs, Treize and any other good ones in fact.

Also, I would like to note that I am not Christian - anybody that wants to know why can pick one of two courses of action, either accept the fact that I’m a Mahayanist or email me and prepare for a very complex credo - and I’d like to add that this is just a story. If anything in it offends anyone, I apologize very sincerely.

Rough Peace - Part 2

Early the next morning, Quatre awoke and gazed lovingly at a sleeping Trowa. His beautiful chestnut hair fell carelessly over his face and covered one eye, one of those stunningly exquisite forest green eyes. The angel felt a pang of guilt in his gut and tenderly brushed his hand across Trowa’s hair.

“I’m sorry to keep you in the dark like this,” Quatre whispered gently, “but I love you so much. Telling Duo was a huge step and the possibility of losing his friendship pales in comparison to losing your love.” ‘Not that I don’t love Duo like a brother though,’ he added mentally ‘he’s been so good to me that I took a huge risk revealing myself the way I did.’

The little blond quietly slipped out of bed and pulled on his slippers. ‘I need advice’ he decided as he untwisted his white pajamas and took a drink of water before opening the door and quietly slipping out of the room altogether ‘brother Kazimiriel will help me, I’m sure he will.’ He tiptoed down the stairs and grabbed his white dress shirt for warmth before stepping out of the house and accidentally slamming the door behind him.

Wufei, who’d been reading on the sofa for about an hour before that, noticed this unusual behavior and picked up his jacket to follow Quatre to wherever it was he was sneaking off to at 5am.

The Sandrock pilot deeply inhaled the crisp morning air and smiled to himself as he made his way down to the riverbank, which was surrounded by trees at the back of the house. He ducked behind the trees and got down on his knees after pulling off his pajama top and shirt. He made a quicker less tiring transformation and spoke out to Niravaana.

“I bare my soul for guidance brother, for your love and for your wisdom Kazimiriel.”

There was a blinding flash of light as his plea was answered. Quatre bowed his head and kept his gaze fixed on the grass below him, so as not to anger the Power(1). Family though he may be, Quatre knew his place in the throngs and wasn’t about to compromise his brother’s station for something as frivolous as affection.

The light slowly faded, leaving the presence he needed but Quatre still kept his eyes downward until he heard a very kind and loving voice.

“Renfredriel stand.”

The little blond angel smiled and got to his feet, only then did he allow himself to look up. “Kazimiriel,” he said quietly as he was taken into his divine brother’s comforting embrace, “It’s been so long.”

Kazimiriel smiled and took Quatre by the hand, “Like an eternity, Renfredriel. You may not hold much sway with God but I have missed my little brother immensely. Gabriel tells you to keep working status quo.”

“Thank you,” Renfredriel sighed happily, “but I need some very serious advice, some that my friends cannot give me.”

His brother nodded, “You exposed your divinity today,” he remarked gravely, “You were right in imagining that he was one of your celestial comrades. I’m very proud of you, of your intelligence.”

The angel’s smile broadened at the passionate compliment and he squeezed his brother’s hand, “I’m grateful for your encouragement, Kazimiriel. And you are the only one who told me I should call on you whenever I needed you. I need you now. I must tell Trowa and I have to know how to handle…” Renfredriel trailed off and bit his lip, “um… carnal matters.”

Kazimiriel laughed kindly, “You’re still just as reserved as ever. But you’re not to worry about tainting your body, little brother. The love you and Trowa share is something stronger than God could ever have hoped for, and there is no shame in this act of devotion. Sanhedrin (2) will not punish you for it,” he added reassuringly. He smiled again and hugged his brother tightly, having longed to see the one who made his existence so worthwhile.

The angel broke the embrace, feeling validated by his brother’s words, “You are my life-line, Kazimiriel. Thank you. I should return now, my human friends will wonder at my disappearance.”

Renfredriel sighed dejectedly as his brother vanished before his eyes, much more quickly than he had appeared to him. He was about to transform again before he heard someone say, “Hello *Quatre*.”

He whipped around to face a shadowed figure up against the trees. He felt the nausea rise in him as he recognized the face, “Wufei, is that you? What are you doing out here!? I didn’t think I was being followed!”

“You’re always being followed, little light.” The voice spoke again but even harsher this time. It couldn’t be Wufei.

As if to confirm his fears, in one fluid motion, The boy stepped forward, dropped his hair from it’s binding and unfolded strong, black-feathered wings as his skin sank to a light gray. There was a flurry of ice-cold wind and Quatre’s heart skipped several beats as he realized his mistake. “K… Kreigan?”†

“You’ve never been a very careful one, have you?” The demon snarled, brushing his long blonde bangs out of his face and walking towards Quatre who took a step back for every one he took forward. “By God! Won’t you just stand still!” he snapped.

Quatre stopped walking despite the immense temptation when faced with the glare from his nemesis, “I don’t understand!” he stammered urgently. “Did you track me down?”

“All the way from Niravaana, baby,” Kreigan simpered, “You’ve never been alone. Not once.”

‘Great, so now I have a stalker’ “But that doesn’t make any sense,” Quatre insisted, turning around as the demon circled him, “How did you tail me!? I was so vigilant… I knew you’d pull something like this! You’re appalling and you somehow manage to give even demons a bad name!”

Kreigan laughed, “I don’t care how ‘vigilant’ you say you are. I have my ways. That and those Gundams are very easy to trace for someone with my abilities, wouldn’t you say? But all the same, you should know to keep your identity to yourself until you *know* you’re alone. What’s with the face? I thought you’d appreciate the company of an old friend.”

“Friend!?” Quatre exclaimed, his eyes widening in horror, “You have tortured me and tried to murder me on countless occasions and you have the nerve to consider yourself my friend! I know I had to suffer penance for the future war but you took advantage of me, of those liberties you were given and it disgusts me and everyone else who knows you!”

The demon shook his head and cupped Renfredriel’s face in his right hand, “But you had to suffer. You know angels must pay reparations for their sins, little light,” he snapped, slapping the angel’s face with his free hand.

“Why am I suffering now?” Quatre demanded weakly, “I paid for the war before I came to Earth. I don’t see how you can hurt me.”

“You revealed yourself to me,” Kreigan replied simply. “And you did it when you knew I wasn’t to recognize you. Just grit your teeth, Renfredriel. Or scream, whichever helps.” With that, the demon grabbed Quatre by the shoulders and threw him to the floor.

The angel fell and hit his head on one of the rocks, feeling himself go numb with an inevitable concussion. He thrashed around and flapped his wings helplessly as he was straddled by his nemesis and pinned to the floor, “Let me go! What did I ever do to you!” he screamed as Kreigan ripped a fistful of feathers out of each wing.

“You’re weak, Renfredriel,” the demon hissed in his ear. “You’ve always been weak. You’re nothing but an overrated, holier-than-thou neophyte and you need to learn your lesson!”

Quatre let out an ear-splitting scream of pure agony as Kreigan ripped his right wing along the bone edge. He screwed his eyes shut in anguish and felt Kreigan stand up. The familiar torrent of bitter wind, stung his eyes and his open wound like rubbing in salt. His breath came in ragged gasps and his vision slowly faded as he watched Wufei shoot him a smirk, “And if you say a word, you’ll pay more than you can,” and then walk back to the house as if nothing had happened.

Back at the house, Heero’s eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright in bed. He was sure he’d heard a scream. He cast a glance over at Duo who’d just woken up at the same time and was frowning at him.

“You hear something?” Duo asked sleepily, leaning up on his elbow.

The two pilots leapt out of bed as the volume of the scream increased. They hastily grabbed their coats and ran to Trowa and Quatre’s room. No sooner had they arrived at the door than Trowa rushed out with an anxiety stricken expression on his face, saying nothing more than, “Quatre’s missing.”

Duo felt his gut twist as he ran downstairs, “Quatre! Quatre, you down here?” After he’d checked the downstairs, he made his way outside and to the garden. ‘Oh man, oh man! That sounded like his scream… he could really be in serious trouble.’ He looked frantically about the yard and then saw something white down by the river.

He sprinted across the grass and over to the white heap on the floor. “Shit...” Duo whispered under breath as he knelt down beside Quatre’s comatose angel body. Looking over the state he was in, he saw the silver liquid coming from Quatre’s wings. He touched it gently and sniffed the excess on his fingers. ‘That smells like blood…’

“Guys! Get down here!” He yelled as loudly as he could to the other two and then turned to his friend. “I’m so sorry, Quatre,” he whispered, “But I need to take care of you and I’ve never dealt with angelic injuries before. Not that the guys have but… never mind. Just hang in there, buddy. It’ll be okay.”

Heero and Trowa came up behind Duo’s crouched figure and stopped dead, their usually expressionless faces twisted in astonishment. The gymnast recovered from the shock and was quickly at his lover’s side, attempting to ignore what he was seeing but with the injury the way it was, he was having difficulty.

He knelt down and went to roll Quatre onto his front before noting the bone structure of his wings, “Duo, can you hold his… wings back so I can I move him?” The braided boy complied and gently held the limbs in place whilst Trowa moved him onto his front and supported him. “Quatre, love it’s me,” he said soothingly, wrapping his jacket around his lover’s shoulders.

“It’s no good,” Duo remarked as Heero’s mind tried to process just what was going on, “he’s out cold. We’d better get him back to bed. Poor guy hasn’t had much luck lately has he? …what?” Duo added to their confused stares.

Trowa shook his head and lifted Quatre up off the floor and took him back to the house. Duo made to follow him before Heero grabbed him by the collar and held him back. The Deathscythe pilot tried to struggle free of the Perfect Soldier’s grip and glared angrily.

“You don’t seem very surprised, do you Duo?” Heero pointed out, refusing to let go of the braided boy. “This is what you couldn’t tell me.”

Duo opened his mouth and closed it several times before Heero finally let go, “I… yeah it is. You don’t understand,” he continued quickly, letting all inhibitions go, “he said to me he’s got this task thingy and three people who have to know. So, he figured out that I was one of them and so was Trowa but Wufei wasn’t and then he transformed and then changed back again and then he passed out and-”

“Duo!” Heero yelled to interrupt his friend’s galloping speech. “Slow down. What task?”

The braided boy shook his head, “I dunno. This is what I tried to ask him when he was in that form, but then you came in and disrupted the conversation.” Heero still looked confused. “Once he heard you get back, he said, and I quote ‘I can’t let Wufei see me like this’. Quatre obviously thought he was with you.” Duo tried to explain but, since he was barely any less confused than Heero was, he wasn’t having much luck.

Heero rubbed his head and thought for a moment. Where exactly *was* Wufei anyway? “Hmmm…”

“What? You onto something?”

The Perfect Soldier frowned in concentration and pointed at Duo, “I was just thinking… it might be a coincidence… but don’t you find it odd that he panicked at the idea of Wufei seeing him and now, when Wufei is nowhere to be seen, we find him in this mess.”

Duo gaped in amazement, “…what… you don’t think *Wufei* did this to him? I mean, I know he can be a stubborn ass sometimes, but so can I and Trowa and you. Do you honestly think Wufei would be capable of doing something like this to somebody like Quatre?”

Heero shrugged and bit his lip, “I’m just saying it’s one hell of a coincidence. Especially considering the fact that it’s five in the morning. I know he goes for bike rides but he’s never out this early… but you’re right. I’m having a hard time justifying it.”

The American thought for a while before laughing a little. “At least we agree on something.”

“What’s that?”

“This whole thing is pretty fucking confusing.”

TBC…

(1)  One of the angels ranks. The ranks go like this (in descending order) 1.angels 2.archangels 3.Principalities(Princes) 4.Powers 5.Virtues 6.Dominions 7.Thrones 8.Cherubim 9.Seraphim.. Please note the fact that I didn’t make that up. Honest, check the Reader’s Digest Reverse Dictionary.

(2)  A Jewish word, used here to mean a divine court.

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