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Dancing with the devil

***

His grandmother has always scared him. The way her impractically long hair seemed to be alive and how her long nails grated the tabletop. But what terrified him the most were her cats. She had a million cats, from strays to Persians to Siamese.

And of all there were four that gave him the shivers every time he saw them. They acted like they were above the other cats and the others seemed to avoid them. But the most peculiar trait the four shared were their faces, they had human faces. Not literally of course but it had this certain human quality in them that set them apart. He hated those cats.

He was rubbing his hands as he entered her parlor. The storm soaking him to the bone. He looked around the dingy room littered with cats. It reeked of cat piss and wet walls. He wanted to gag. His eyes surveyed the small heads looking for the four that used to give him nightmares when he was young.

"Kitty Kit Kat!" she squealed as she hugged him from behind.

"Gyaaah!!" he screamed nearly bringing his not present gun from his shoulder holster. "Grandmother you scared me!"

"Hahaha, you should have seen yourself Quatre! I swear I thought you would wet your pants!" she laughed.

"You have grown my Kitty Kit Kat!" she smirked calming down. Quatre winced at the pet name she gave him. He didn’t want to be associated with her cats. "Handsome too I see."

"Ehhh thank you grandmother." He smiled sheepishly. "They say I take after mama." he muttered helping her to the rank sofa.

"No you don’t." she said simply. Quatre stopped confused.

"But everyone said…"

"That's because they haven't seen your father. You are the spitting image of him."

"Wha…?" he stopped, his mind perplexed. But he silently thanked all his gods that he still had the presence of mind to refuse his grandmother's invitation to sit beside her.

"I look nothing like papa!"

"Not the one you know of anyway."

"You mean…" he stared at her.

"Uh huh…" she winked.

"Oh my, is this why you asked me to visit you grandmother?"

"Partly." She turned to the low table and picked up her teacup. His eyes shifted to her long nails and he shivered. When her husband died and his mother married early and since she was her only child she filled her house full of cats to compensate for the silence. She motioned for him to sit down once more and in his dazedness he complied but being the prudent clean boy that he was he put a sheet of newspaper before settling down.

"Hahaha, Kat you scare me." she laughed.

I scare her?!!!

"You might offend the highnesses over there." She motioned with her teacup to the sofa just to the right of Quatre where his four favorites had converged. He jumped, he didn’t even see them come in and he was sitting in the doorway.

"Eeeeeeer grandmother what is it really that you summoned me for?" he asked turning away from his audience.

"It is about your mother." He never really knew his mother and he was only taken to see his grandmother only once before. His father didn’t seem too keen on visiting her in this cat-infested house. They had only stayed an hour but that one hour was enough to gain him his pet name and a phobia of his grandmother for the rest of his life.

"Yes?" he asked picking up his own teacup and putting it down once he caught a whiff of the contents. His grandmother laughed once more, her long wavy white hair shaking with every movement her laughter caused.

"I am not all that bad Kat, if your father had sent you to visit me once in a while you would have figured that out." She said. "Anyway about your mother…" she said putting down her cup "She conceived a demon's child. "

His mind was so clouded with the rank odor of the room that it didn't even register what his grandmother just said. He did a double take, "What?!"

She laughed once more, "Oh Kat-chan! Stop it your making my belly hurt! I've never laughed this much in so long." She said clutching her sides. "Well it is true you know." she said wiping the tears from her eyes.

"What is this tales from the crypt?" he said panic in his voice. "And you are what a vampire?"

"Oh no…I am a faithful servant of Hell's Lord." she smiled. Quatre looked at his grandmother incredulously.

"You do not believe me child?"

"Well grandmother not out of disrespect but that is a little hard to swallow."

"Awaken his blood!" one of the cats spat out. Quatre eyes grew bigger than they already were.

She came close to him and opened his shirt. "Hey!" he said holding his shirt closed.

"We do not have time for this child!" another cat hissed.

He suddenly felt his arms go limp as his grandmother placed her long-nailed index finger on his bare chest. Suddenly Quatre wanted to wet his pants again. He looked up at her face, which was still smiling. Her finger, rather her nail, dirty nail, penetrated his skin. His eyes drifted to the half-imbedded nail.

She was still smiling as she slid her nail down lengthwise creating a cut two inches in length. He could feel it go through his sternum and pierce his heart. He started breathing heavily. She withdrew her finger, bloodied now and he saw chunks of himself fall to the floor. Suprisingly the wound did not bleed. And whether it was from shock or some magic, he did not feel anything. Her finger came up to his right breast and once more drew a line, crossing the first one.

"What…." He finally found his voice as his grandmother began licking him from her finger.

He let out a shrill scream as he felt a sharp pain shoot through his entire body. And he felt his heart turn inside out through the slits his grandmother put. He held his chest his finger straying to his cross-shaped wound.

"What have you done to me?" he cried.

"Awakened your blood of course." She said coming closer to him.

"Don't come near me!" he screamed.

"I won't eat you Kat!" Quatre looked doubtfully at her, which garnered him another laugh. "But that wound is gonna hurt like hell if you don't let me close it." she smiled.

He consented and she bent down and licked the wounds she had made. He shivered at her grainy tongue, fighting the urge to smack her head away.

"There all better." She said getting up. Quatre looked down at his chest the lacerations nothing more than a scar now.

"So you believe me then Kat?"

"I feel like this is some scene from a horror movie." He said bringing his hand to his head and sitting down. Letting everything sink in.

"Oh this is real Kitty Kit Kat. This is real."

"Hurry up witch! The boy must finish his task tonight!" one of the cats whispered from the sofa. Quatre's eyes widened once more.

"And let me guess, I did not just imagine that cat talking did I?"

"Very perceptive." She smiled coming closer to the four large cats. "These my dear are Hell's high council." His eyes strayed to the four human-like faces.

"So let me get this straight. You and mama are Satanists, these freaky cats are Hell's head honchos and I am a devil's child?"

"You are THE devil's child." She said rather proudly. "You are the Hell's Lord's only heir."

"Great." He said crestfallen. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, to believe or not. And silently he begged himself to wake up. "Why isn't he here?"

"Who? The Morning star?" one of the cats said in a female's voice standing on its forepaws. "That lazy bum! He has done his part he sired you. You can't expect him to participate any further. For he will not."

"Oh." He said.

"Did you wish him to come child?"

"No. Not really."

"Your mother is with him." his eyes lit up. "Aww isn't he cute! He wants to see his mother."

"We don't have time for this!" a bigger cat spat in a male's voice.

"Shut up, you old meanie!" he was stunned at the informality that this one spoke with. The others spoke in old English, well almost. "We will ruin his life anyway, what's five minutes of his heart's desire?"

"Fine. But if this throws the balance in anyway I will hold you responsible."

"Fine, fine!"

"Thank you." Quatre muttered.

"You are welcome." It nodded. He did not notice that he just had a conversation with a cat.

A gray mist swirled in the middle of the room forming an oval-shape before him. It glistened and suddenly it became clear. Staring across from him was his mother. Her hand deftly brushing her hair.

"Mother?" he called. She suddenly looked up as if hearing his voice and her eyes settled on the boy on the other side.

"Quatre? Love is that you?" she called.

"Yes." Was all he could say.

"Oh my child! You have grown so much!" she said almost in tears. Her hand came up to the mirror that he obviously showed up in. He pressed his hand against hers. "I never wanted to leave you, but my body could not survive the delivery. But I was there Quatre. I held you for a time. I was there." She said her tears falling.

He was silent.

"Quatrina whose there?" a voice said in the background.

"Come beloved look." She called her eyes not leaving Quatre's. Then another face emerged in the mirror. His grandmother was right. His own blue eyes stared back at him and his hair, although undoubtedly finer seemed to mirror his.

"You must say your goodbyes now child." A voice called over his shoulder. His mother's eyes seemed frightened.

"So soon? There are so many things I want to tell you."

"In time beloved." His father said.

"I love you Quatre. No matter what I love you." she called.

"Do your task well my son. And do not be afraid." His father said looking into his eyes resolutely. The mirror began to cloud once more but he had time to see his father drawing his sobbing mother into his arms. And then it was over.

"Heh, told you, you looked like him." his grandmother chuckled.

"What was this task he was talking about?" he asked still a little stunned.

"I am afraid this isn't a dream child." The female cat smiled.

"What is the task?" he asked again.

"You are to kill the second Christ." The male cat said.

"What?"

"You are to destroy the incarnation of your god."

"Why?"

"For he will destroy your reality and everything in it if he awakens."

"You want me to destroy God?"

"Yes."

"What?" he said his ears not believing what they were hearing.

"You were conceived to be the savior of your world."

"I am only human!"

"Half-human."

"Why can't one of you do it? You are Hell's council are you not?"

"It is not that easy, this is a game you see." The female reasoned.

"I do not want to be part of your games!"

"You have no choice."

"Why couldn't Lucifer fight God like all the nice Christian Books say!"

"It does not work that way." He moaned clutching his head.

"The earth does not take kindly to foreigners. That is why we play this elaborate chess with reincarnations."

"You play with people's lives is that it."

"Yes." The male cat said as if there was nothing wrong with it.

"The truth is child, humans were created to amuse Him and we just joined in his game."

"So why does He want to destroy us now?"

"He has grown tired of you." he was silent.

"Why are you helping us?" he asked the female cat who was seemed to be of more reason than the arrogant male.

"Because we like you, you humans have this certain charm."

"Not to mention we hate losing."

"What if I said no?"

"You idiot child! Fine throw your legacy away! Can’t you see? If you do not save your reality he will just destroy you and create a new being to come into play."

"So you help us until the time comes when you too have grown tired of us?" Quatre asked in defeat.

"Yes!" the male cried as if any other thought was preposterous.

"Child, all you can hope for in your survival is the benevolence of one side." The female said drawing closer to Quatre and placing her paw on his hand.

He was silent for a long time. "Must I do this alone."

"No we have given you a second." The male said motioning for something to come out of the shadows. A flicker of chestnut and Quatre almost jumped in surprise.

"Duo!"

"Hey Q!" he greeted him.

"You are a demon?"

"Third generation Ezra baby!" he winked waving three fingers in the air.

"He has been watching you ever since you were a child." His grandmother said.

"Hello Mayin!" he said going over to her and placing a kiss on her lips.

"Duo!" the male cat called.

"Ok, ok! Geez! Hey M'lady! You're coat looks mighty fine!" he said sticking his thumb out.

"Duo flatterer!" she smiled.

"Ooooh the silent ones!" he said jumping to the two other cats. "These two have never uttered a word! Not one since they were conceived. And that was what? So long ago there isn't a number for it anymore."

He picked one up "But it's ok I talk enough for the three of us isn't that right sweety? Yes you are! Yes you are a cute cat! Whose the cutest bestest demon cat alive? You! Yes you!" he said rubbing his nose on one of the cats. Quatre almost laughed that was so Duo.

"Duo!" the male one spoke again amidst the laughing female.

"Yes sir!" Duo snapped to attention.

"We do not have time for your inane ramblings!"

"Ooooh I know you missed me too!" he winked. "You know that one has had a stick up his ass for the last six millenniums or so." He said whispering to Quatre. "Oh what is your command o great one!" he said bowing the female cat snickered as the other seethed at him and Quatre thought it best to intervene, demon or not Duo was still his friend.

"So what must I do to kill God?"

"You will know when you have reached that point."

"Yeah the force will be with you." Duo said that so seriously that all of them broke down laughing, even the silent cats seemed amused. All except the male cat.

"How do I find this reincarnation?" he asked gaining control of himself.

"Oh we have found him." Duo said suddenly serious.

"Who is he?"

"Its Heero Yuy." Duo smiled sadly.

***

He smirked as he and Quatre walked towards the safe house. He looked at the blond. His brows were furrowed.

"Duo?" he asked as they reached the door.

"Yes?"

"Uhmmm this is Heero Yuy we are talking about. How the hell are we gonna kill him?"

"Heero Yuy is still mortal until he awakens."

"Then he'll be God!" Quatre said his face falling. Duo just smiled at him and opened the door. Trowa was sitting on the sofa reading a book. He looked at Quatre then at Duo.

"He has awakened." He said putting his book down.

"Yep." Duo smiled.

"Heero hasn't yet."

"I know that is why we must act quickly. You won't give us trouble would you angel?"

Trowa looked at Duo and slowly shook his head. "I too want your side to win. I am not ready to see this reality to go to ruin just yet."

"Trowa knows?" Quatre asked.

"Tro here is an Archangel!" Duo said putting an arm around the boy. "Show us you're wings Tro!"

"I am not a toy!"

"Awww come on!"

"Fine, fine Maxwell if it would shut you up." Suddenly enormous silver wings unfolded behind Trowa.

"Whew! Your wingspan is what? Eight feet?"

"Something like that."

"Shall we go kill Heero?" Duo laughed. "Uh hey guys…"

"You go ahead Duo." Trowa smiled.

"Thanks dude! Yeah proper goodbyes are in order!" Duo smiled bouncing off toward their room.

***

He was hunched over the computer doing whatever he did during his ten hour sunbathing in his laptop's glow.

"Geez, ya know that laptop of yours can sure kill the romance!" he said draping an arm around his shoulders.

"I will kill you if you don't remove your hand immediately." He said looking at Duo with a cold glare.

"Fine dude! Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning!" he said sitting on his bed facing Heero's back.

"Where were you this morning?"

"Why didja miss me?"

"Idiot." He looked at the boy he was about to help murder and sighed. He still had time left. He could tell him everything and let him survive. Screw humanity.

"Hey Heero…"

"Hn."

"Wanna ruffle the sheets?"

"Not now."

"Aaaaaaaww come on, just a two minute break! Surely you can spare that!"

"Idiot!" Yeah I love you too Heero.

He heard Quatre enter Trowa following, his wings now folded within his skin once more. Heero looked at them. He felt Duo hook his arms and with a strength he did not know Duo possessed he lifted his lover from his chair and brought him to his knees.

"Duo wha…" he was cut off when Duo grabbed a fistful of his hair and lifted his face to meet Quatre. "What sick game are you playing Duo?" he screamed.

Quatre began his incantation and drew inhuman syllables on Heero's forehead. The boy felt a sudden stab of pain all over his body. Quatre's delicate hands settled on his chest and an apologetic look came to the blonde's eyes. He closed his eyes as his fingers penetrated Heero's skin and brought out his heart.

Heero began to shake and his words were replaced by a spray of crimson. Duo brought his lips to his lover's cheek and placed a last kiss.

"I love you Heero." He whispered as the blue eyes staring at him in disbelief clouded.

***

Everyone heard the commanding voice. But none cared to discover where it came from.

"How dare you destroy our kind just because you have grown tired of us?" Quatre yelled angrily.

"Hey big guy how's it hanging?" Duo asked raising his blood stained face to the sky.

"Yep. Missed me?" he smiled still cradling Heero's carcass. "Dude, if you don’t mind…"

"Yeah I thought so too. Can't blame a guy for trying."

He laughed but Quatre just looked away.

Trowa nodded his head and looked at Quatre apologetically.

"Yeah sure." Came Duo's reply, his head bowed.

***

Quatre opened Duo's door, he hadn't left his room for a week now and he was getting worried. He brought Duo some food and wanted to try once more to persuade him to go outside. This was what they had killed Heero for after all, so that life would go on.

He stopped. Duo was kneeling beside the bed his fingers shaping the eyelids of the one sitting on the bed. Heero Yuy sat on the bed. Quatre gasped.

"Oh hey Q!" Duo smiled wiping his hands on his pants.

"Du…Duo!" Quatre said pointing to the boy sitting on the bed.

"Oh him? Sleep." He said putting his hand on the boy's eyes and helping him settle on the bed. "I can’t quite get the eyes right. They don’t have the 'I'll kill you' look!"

"Duo."

"Don’t worry Q. All he is, is a spell, a pound or so of virgin flesh and my memories." He smiled.

"I am sorry Duo."

"Yeah me too." He said sitting beside the sleeping boy and running his hands through his hair.

Quatre left the room, taking his tray of food with him. If he was born to be this world's savior then it was Duo who carried the burden of it surviving.

Duo looked at the form of the boy. He would destroy it eventually.

He climbed beside him and wrapped the sleeping boy's hands around him.

And he closed his eyes.

~end~

notes: I got the idea when I visited my grandmother's house which had cats that actually looked human, its creepy I know but they did look a little like persons, especially this big tom with ears that didn't seem to be a part of aliving thing anymore. man I get the heebeegeebees just thinking about that one cat!

And wouldn't it be funny to think we were all just chess pieces?

Sorry but I suck at ending fics, I'm ok at the beginning but the quality sorta goes caput when I near the end.