Hiya~ Well, I stuck in the outline... and the prologue... ^-^ I hope you'll 
like it... it's hideously short, but... ^^; Yea... and I wasn't kidding... I'm a 
frikking-@$$ SLOOOOOOOOOOOOW writer, which is what pisses people off when they 
actually like my stories... -_-;;; And I hate disappointing, them... ne... 
<sighs> Well, here goes nothing.... ^^; And I did stick in a few of the ideas I 
saw in your fic... ^^; Hope you won't be mad... ~TL


Prologue: Brief flashback to a demon condemned in Hell.  
Chapter 1:"I fell in love with a beautiful stranger." Duo's complementing the 
end of the war... and his feelings for Heero.
Chapter 2: "If I'm smart, I'll run away. But I'm not, so I guess I'll stay." 
When he tells Heero of his feelings, he gets told off. He goes and self-
destructs.
Chapter 3: "And everywhere I go. And everybody knows. To love you. Is to be part 
of you."  He returns to Hell and gets his memories "burned out," and is sent 
back to Earth/humankind for his work.
Chapter 4: "I have a taste for danger." People start noticing some weird 
quantity of death increase in the neighborhood. 
Chapter 5: "I looked into your eyes, And my world came tumbling down. You're the 
devil in disguise..." Duo remembers Heero with his persistent hunting of the 
killer...


				Prologue

     Red. Such perfectly dark, ruby red. Shimmering against the red of flames, 
the red of failing visions, the red of a never-ending torture.... A never-ending 
Hell. There was so very much of it... 
     The slender, lithe form barely flinched as his executioner gave a last, 
resonating thud on the projectile impaling his free hand on the rest of the 
metal cross. Like the rest of him was. Crucified. The word came dimly to him as 
a liberal spray of crimson rained down in jewel-like beads around his feet... to 
be consumed in acrid flares of smoke by the black flames licking his lower 
body... A dark inferno flaying, scorching his skin from his flesh... and his 
flesh from his bones... while attempting to melt his bones into ash-even as his 
regenerative abilities quickly repaired the damage. 
     He ignored it. It was nothing.... Really... he experienced worse. Actually, 
this punishment was pretty mild... he briefly wondered why... What was really 
uncomfortable was the fact that his large, dragon-like wings were carelessly 
pinioned and crumpled into a tight hump behind his back-smashed underneath his 
back.
     "There ye goes. Sorry about dat mate...." His executioner briefly examined 
his handiwork, figuring the inch-thick stake, snaked with lines of vermilion 
blood, embedded through the slim hand of his prisoner. "Aye... Not sure what you 
did, but locked down in Hell's darkest inferno for a decade ain't too 
pleasant... You shouldn't have done whatever ya did." He glanced momentarily at 
the demon's face, which was obscured by its long, long, dark hair. "You don't 
look like the type to do such a stupid thing..." he sighed, shrugging, beginning 
to pack up his things and leave. 
     "..." The crucified demon slowly lifted his head, looking at the 
executioner with a sense of weary sadness. A wry smile twitched quickly on his 
lips as he whispered softly, "All I did was tell those bloated members of the 
Head Council where to shove their stupid orders and ask for a vacation..."
     The executioner looked up in mild surprise at the demon's answer. "Swearing 
isn't that big a deal... asking for a vacation? They punished you for such a-" 
the executioner did a double-take. Those eyes... vibrant pools of mysterious 
violet where one could lose all thought, all heart, all will, and soul....
     The executioner barely managed to tear his eyes away. He panting heavily, 
shivering where he stood, dropping his tools with a thud onto the burning 
ground. He uttered a curse as his normally enduring tools started to turn 
brittle in the heat. Snatching the up hurriedly he found himself turning 
involuntarily back to the blood riddled demon on the cross. "Shi- Shinigami-
sama?!!!"
      Shinigami bit back a sigh, letting his dark, wavy hair fall over his face 
again.
      "Is zat r'lly you? One of the headmasters of Death? Why would they-how-" 
the executioner decided he really didn't want to know. "I can't say anything for 
you, mate... but I hope you'll be released soon..." He lingered a brief moment 
and then quickly departed, nervous in the presence of such a powerful demon.
     "Like all the others..." Shinigami found himself murmuring to himself 
silently. "Like all the others... leaving... everyone, everywhere... None of you 
ever stay in one place... for one time... forever... None... except us... except 
all of us who are Death." He closed his eyes miserably, letting his thoughts 
drift... "Might as well enjoy the vacation..." a quiet laugh sounding softly in 
his throat. "After working for... for since the dawn of ages... to get a 
vacation in this fashion..." he sighed, dead tired. "I'm so tired... and for one 
who wants a rest, needs it more than anyone, wants it more than anyone in 
existence... I will never get it, because I am one who lays others to rest..." 
His depression wasn't helping much.
     He didn't move or resist as the tongues of fire crept higher to his face. 
He didn't even appear to register any emotion as his body burned and crackled in 
the sheer, unrelenting heat. 
     "God... I am so tired..." he sighed, dropping his head down, readily 
shutting down for the duration of his punishment... He remained motionless as 
the fiery blaze caressed his physical form, embracing like a lover-and just as 
heated.
    
     Evil wasn't normally surprised by many things... nor did it really care 
about most of what goes on in the workings of Hell as long as it was bad. 
However, it was beginning to learn the meaning of mild panic as it observed the 
"lifeless" state of one of its best workers in the matters of judgment and 
messengers of Death. Evil, many in one, one with many, argued amongst itself... 
as it usually did when concerning the matters of importance. Such as the 
anointing of the devil, king of Hell, or drafting up new order and sections of 
punishment, etc... the Head Council, Evil, had this privilege after all... Its 
new concern was that this depression of one could spread to infect the condition 
of the others... which is why they decided to do what they did...

     Shinigami's eyes snapped open as he sensed another presence enter the 
forbidden quadrant of his prison. "Dare-" he started to whisper. He eyes 
widened. "Masaka, nanda-"
     The seething mass of shadows smiled...
     "Your punishment..." it drawled lazily, extending a tendril, "has been 
revised..."
     Shinigami felt a searing pain as he found his world slowly fading into 
red... and the rhythm of a living heart... the beat of life resonating in his 
mind...
     Evil stared at the limp body in the midst of the inferno and sighed 
theatrically. It shrugged.
     "It's up to him now..."

     Comments? Reprimands? Help! ^^; Well, tell me if you like the direction this thing is going... even though you can't tell much from only one page... Thanks! ^.- Mail me back? ~TL