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If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Sergei Prokofyev. I was born in the late 19th century and was a child prodigy, composing at a very young age. I kept this talent up, earning myself quite a name and fully exploiting the bragging rights. I was disliked by Stalin, however, and I died the same day he did. My most famous work is "Peter and the Wolf." Who would you be? Dead Russian Composer Personality Test

Because, yeah... I'm sadistic like that

[Scene: Random Hallway]

Duo: [he's fiddling with his braid and tugging on his skirt (yes, he's still crossdressing)] Damn Writer. Why the heck did she have to chew ME out over Numerals Series? It's not MY fault Hee-chan's fic spiraled out of control. I don't even end up with him. And She KNOWS that he's been breeding up his revenge for AGES. K'so... it sucks to be the Primary Muse.

[Duo continues his blind walk down the hallway, still muttering]

... and She wouldn't even let me shift outta this damn Mode! Oh God... what if Tomoyo catches me?! She'll make me model for su-- WHOA!

[Duo skids to a halt as he sees Draco, who has Harry pinned against a wall]

Sorry for interrupting!

[Harry tries to pull away, but Draco manages to wrap him in a possessive embrace]

Draco: Fancy seeing you here, Maxwell. [looks at Duo's outfit and smirks] Out slumming, are we?

Duo: [seething] You keep your mouth shut around me, Malfoy, or we'll see just how effective your magic is against my shotgun.

Draco: [raises and eyebrow] Anytime you want it, Muggle. At least I'm not dressed like some pansy.

Duo: [snorts] I didn't do this to me, Malfoy. The WRITER did. She's on a rampage. And we all know how much she likes *me*. Just imagine what she'd do to you.

Draco: [pales] That's an idle threat.

Duo: Wanna find out why I'm the Primary Muse in this mansion? [cracks his knuckles] One good push and I can have you in an NCS PWP...

Draco: [smirks] You think that would scare me?

Duo: [continues] ... with the TWINS.

[Draco goes deathly pale and Harry nearly chokes]

Draco: ... n-not the... Tw-Tw--

Duo: [grinning, his eyes hard] Twins? You betcha. I don't know how the two of 'em got so twisted in the Castle, but there ya go.

Harry: Duo. That's cruel. Even for you.

Duo: [eyes softening as he looks at Harry] I'm Shinigami for a reason. And I ain't letting anybody take my spot as Primary Muse if I can help it.

Harry: [blinks and looks at Duo's outfit again] Ummm... Duo?

Duo: Eh?

Harry: How'd you change your clothes so fast? Is it just the Mode shift? Because, I could have sworn that Draco and I passed you back near our Wing.

Duo: [alarmed] WHAT?! Shit! Harry, you and Malfoy book it to the Main Commons! Tell everyone one there to go back to their Wings, RIGHT THE HELL NOW!

Malfoy: [snapping out of his stupor] What's the meaning of this? Why the bloody hell should we?

Duo: [angry] Because you two fucking ran into my doppleganger! Don't you fucking read the intermansion mail?! Get everyone locked down! He's fucking dangerous!

[Harry and Draco both nod and summon their brooms. Both boys fly off down the hallway at breakneck speeds]

Duo: [turns to run towards the HP Wing] Dammit! Why does this always happen to me?!

Chaos in Castle Anthrax

[Scene: The Main Commons]

[There are a wide assortment of Muses gathered in the Commons, engaging in a wide variety of non-sexual activity... except for the strip Twister game going on in a corner.]

Ron: Right hand, blue!

[as the players attempt to switch their positions, Draco and Harry come barreling in, knocking the whole set of Muses down. Various curses and profanity come from the pile of half-naked and twisted bodies. This, of course, capture the attention of all the Muses present]

Ron: [furious] Malfoy! What the hell do you-- [looks at Harry] Harry?!

Draco: [going into Wing Head mode] This is an emergency! All Muses are quarantined to their Wings, and I mean as of five minutes ago!

Eriol: [removing his glasses] What's going on?

Draco: That blasted whitetrash!Duo was just spotted in the Castle. The orders come from Duo himself. If you wankers want to hang around the place and get shot up by some insane GW Muses, bloody well do so. But me and my Wing are staying OUT of this bloodbath. [he motions to the HP Muses and watches with Harry as all of them Apparate out of the Main Commons]

[all Muses in the Main Commons quickly scatter, Heads waiting for all of their people to leave before exiting themselves]

Draco: Well, that's that then.

Quatre: Why is this place so empty at this time of day? [he and Trowa and Wufei enter the Main Commons and look around in confusion]

Harry: Quatre! Draco and I just ran into Duo. We saw his doppleganger near the HP Wing.

Wufei: [shocked] WHAT?!

Draco: Potter's right. The bloody bastard looks exactly like Maxwell. He told us to lockdown the Wings.

Heero: [coming into the Commons] Why would you lockdown the Wings?

Quatre: [whirling around] Heero... they've found whitetrash!Duo.

Heero: [eyes turning cold] What?

Draco: Duo told us to lockdown the Wings. I take it the five of you are going hunting?

[there is no answer. Quatre has already shifted into ZERO!mode, and has an insane gleam in his eyes. Trowa has gone Nanashi! and his eyes are so cold they seem almost dead. In contrast, Wufei's eyes are burning in righteous fury as he shifts into vindictive!mode]

Heero: [grabs Draco by the arm] Where... is... Duo?

Draco: He ordered us to come here, then he took off towards our Wing...

Heero: KUSO!

[all the G-boyz bolt from the Commons]

Mirror Mirror

"Sonovabitch..." Duo wheezed, clutching a hand to his side as he sucked in long, deep breaths. He leaned one shoulder against the smooth plaster of the hallway wall as he tried to regain his breath. "... goddammit... I'm never running from the Sanctum to the HP Wing in platform Mary Jane's AGAIN! Shit... how do they put up with wearing all this stuff?!"

Duo leaned against the wall, closing his eyes as he struggled to breath normally. The braided boy was so out of touch with his surroundings that he didn't notice the presence until someone reached out a hand and touched his shoulder.

"Aaaaaaahhhh!" Duo screamed, leaping away from the wall. But the jump unbalanced him and he ended up falling flat on his ass in the middle of the hallway, his plaid skirt riding up uncomfortably high. He blushed, looking down to adjust his skirt and making sure he hadn't flashed the person who had scared the living shit out of him. The damn mode!shift affected him so strongly. Just as Duo was about to rip into the idiot a pale hand was held out in his view and Duo unthinkingly took it and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

"Ah'm sorry 'bout that, miss. Ah was just wonderin' if you could help me out. Ah seen ta be a bit lost."

Duo looked up.

And blinked.

And stared.

He was looking at himself. There, standing in the middle of the hallway was himself, dressed in a horribly plain white tee-shirt and faded blue jeans. Violet eyes were looking at him in concern and a chestnut braid swun near narrow hips.

"Uh... miss? Are you okay?"

Duo blinked. And all he could think of to say was: "I'm not a girl."

His doppleganger blinked. "Excuse me?"

Duo frowned, his hands going to his hips. "I said that I'm fucking not a girl, dumbass!"

Whitetrash!Duo's eyes narrowed. "A lady like you shouldn't be usin' such harsh language."

Duo saw red. "I said I'm not a girl! What are you, dense or something?! And I'll fucking talk in whatever damn way I please because you're the fucking asshole who stole my face and fucked up my life!"

"Them's fightin' words. An' if you ain't a girl, why're you dressed like one? You some kinda freak or somethin'?"

"A freak?! I'll show you freak, you bast--"

Duo halted in the middle of his rant. Looking up, he could see his double frozen as well. Then, their violet eyes met and it was like a wellspring of pain had been opened up in his mind. Both Duo's started to scream, clutching their heads as if removing them would removed the pain. Whitetrash!Duo slammed into the wall, breathing hard as he managed to pull himself under control. But Duo crumpled to the floor, writhing and crying. It was his shift. His mode!shift. Being in such and uke!mode made him more succeptible to pain and hurt. He couldn't control himself. Couldn't push himself to the boundaries he knew he had for pain tolerance.

It hurt so bad.

It was like he was drowing in a sea of nothing but pure pain.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO DUO?!"

Duo whimpered, the yell slamming through his brain and hurting even more. He managed to crack one violet eye open in time to see Heero launch himself across the hallway with a furious scream and punch his double across the face. Warm arms cradled him and Duo looked up hazily to see Trowa's concerned gaze. Duo turned back to the fight in time to see Heero kick whitetrash!Duo in the chest, sending him flying down the hall in into Quatre's waiting arms. Quatre grinned insanely, then slammed his fist into the doppleganger's midsection so hard that Duo could hear ribs cracking through his pain.

As Quatre had his way with the double, Duo struggled to regain his voice. He tugged on Trowa's shirt anxiously and was relieved to see emerald green eyes look down at him.

"... no..." he croaked out.

"What is that, Duo?" Trowa asked softly.

"... no... can't... kill him..." Duo forced out, watching as Quatre neared the end of his run and was about to turn the double to Wufei.

And Wufei had his sword ready and waiting.

"Why not?" Trowa asked.

"... mine..." Duo forced out before surrendering to unconsciousness. "... he's... mine... Shinigami... wants... to play..."