Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness and Light: Fall From Grace ❯ Taboo ( Chapter 2 )
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By: DuoLordOfDeath 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.27.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 229 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.27.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 229 | Status: Completed
Darkness and Light
By DuoLordOfDeath
Disclaimer: Uh, no, who ever said I owned Gundam Wing anyways?
Ominous darkness...symbolic of death and pain. Ancients feared the inky blackness, afraid of the demons that might rise from the depths of damnation and destroy them. Darkness, portrayed as
unloving, unforgiving, and merciless, a ruthless entity of destruction.
Beautiful light...representative of heaven and hope. The halos of angels carry this beauty with them, and use it to banish the foreboding black of night. Kind, lovely, and divine, light symbolizes the power of the celestial beings and the grace of their presence.
Unloving and gentle. Merciless and kind. Darkness and light. Complete opposites in every way, enemies in the heavens and in the Pit. They say that darkness cannot love and light must obliterate darkness. And, above all else, they must never fall in love with one another....
Hell's gates. He knew them well. Gnarled black iron bars twisted into grotesque shapes held the horrid fires of damnation within, and it bathed its immortal, evil prisoners in eternal torture. The screams were deafening in his ears, and insane cries of acknowledging his new presence filled the air as the prisoners' long, writing arms stretched out to him from the bars. But it was unusual to see an angel of light flying near the gates of Hell. Usually, the only angels who traveled here were messenger angels. Even more serious was the fact that he was forbidden to come here, and had to sneak here. A figure caught the angel's keen aqua eyes, a figure he knew well from his previous, also secret visits here. He landed lightly on the dark crimson ground and approached the stoic demon. The demon looked quite human, except for the blackened red wings that stretched from his bare back. His Prussian blue eyes regarded the angel with recognition, and nodded.
"Heero...I'm sorry to trouble you...but I wanted to see him again..."
"Don't apologize, Quatre. Follow me, and I'll escort you to his chambers. Don't mind any of the shouts from the Flames, just keep your eyes on me."
Quatre nodded, and tucked his snowy white wings against his back, shielding them from the searing embers. He silently followed the Demon of Destruction through the maze of misshapen black walls, his mind only on one thing.
His forbidden love.
The dim torches cast an eerie glow upon the pacing, winged figure as he walked around his small, darkened room. The dim firelight glinted in his shaded amethyst eyes, and cast his shadow over the walls and floor of the room. His strong yet slim arms were crossed over his toned, bare chest, and sheened lightly with a slight coating of perspiration. As he walked, his long chestnut braid moved slightly over his leathery black bat like wings, and brushed against the top of his long, loose ebony pants.
"Damn it..." he muttered, putting a hand to his forehead. "What are we supposed to do? Angels and demons aren't supposed to love one another...and yet we do...Quatre...I wish you were here to give me some calm...if only we didn't have to risk everything...."
A knock upon the black stone and iron door brought the distraught Shinigami out of his thoughts. He straightened his hair and clothing and cleared his face of emotion, then stood straight.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Heero walked in, a stern look upon his features. The Japanese boy stood for a moment, then spoke.
"Duo, you have a visitor. I'll make sure that you aren't disturbed."
"Oh, okay. Send them in."
Heero nodded, then walked back out into the stone corridor.
"Here you are."
"Thanks again, Heero."
Duo took a deep breath at the second voice, and gaped as an all-too-familiar being entered his chambers. The pale golden hair, surrounded by a lovely aura of light, moved slightly with his gentle
movements. His whole body glowed with heavenly radiance, his ivory wings tucked behind him. The snowy white pants that he wore rustled slightly, held up with a slender golden cord.
"Duo..." Quatre whispered after Heero closed the door. He smiled gently.
"Quatre!" the God of Death cried, rushing forward. He grasped the angel's hands tightly and pulled the blond to him. "Quatre, you shouldn't be here! It's dangerous! What if we were caught?" Duo
looked into the Arabian's determined aquamarine eyes, and sighed with a smile. Duo pulled him into his embrace and gently touched the wings upon Quatre's back. "But...I am very glad to see you, my Angel of
Light.."
Quatre smiled, and put a hand to Shinigami's warm cheek. The light that emitted from his body danced across his face gently, lighting up his darkened eyes and gently soothing the troubled god's nerves and emotions. Duo smiled back, and kissed his forehead gently.
"Who'd have thought that the God of Death himself would fall in love with an angel....we've risked a lot to see each other...what would happen if we were caught, Quatre?"
"Let's not think about it right now, Duo...I.." Quatre smiled a bit and blushed lightly, looking down a bit. "I...Duo, please...make love to me...if we get caught soon, then we will already be one, and
can never really be separated no matter what the punishment may be....please...I love you, Duo.."
Duo, although a bit surprised by the angel's tender request, smiled softly and leaned in, gently pressing his lips against his angel's own sweet mouth. Quatre gently elongated his wings and wrapped them around him and Duo, encasing them in a feathery white world, just the two of them, The God of Death and the Angel of Light.
Thus, the Darkness and the Light became one...
"Hmm...where could he be? I've been looking for him all day..." Trowa Barton replied softly to himself. He opened his long white wings and took to the sky, continuing his search. He was thankful that he hadn't received a message to deliver today, because he needed to speak with his best friend, Quatre Winner. Trowa had noticed that he had been acting peculiar for a while, and wanted to see why. He landed near a young woman and approached her. "Iria, have you seen your brother?"
The blond woman shook her head. "Not today, Trowa, but I do have something for you to deliver. It's from the Hall of the Dead. They need a consensus from Shinigami. I need you to deliver this
message directly to Shinigami himself. No one else."
Trowa sighed and shook his head. "Okay. Guess my search will have to wait. Thanks."
And with that, Trowa spread his wings and began his long, lonely descent to Hell. The wind whipped his hair a bit, moving it away from his eye repeatedly. He ignored this though, his mind
elsewhere. As the gloomy gates of his destination came into view, he noticed that the guardian of the gates wasn't there. He thought it odd that the Demon of Destruction wasn't there, but shrugged it off and flew over the gates and landed on the scorching ground. The hellish creatures that were gathered near his landing spot scurried away, afraid of his heavenly powers. Only the most powerful demons and Shinigami himself were invulnerable to an angel's powers. Only the more powerful Teraphim could combat them.
He walked through the blackened corridors until he found the God of Death's chambers, and the Gatekeeper of Hell guarding the door. The stern demon regarded the angel stoically as he drew nearer,
and crossed his arms.
"What do you need?"
"I have a message for Shinigami."
"I cannot let anyone disturb him. He has given me strict orders not to let anyone enter his chambers. Give me the message, and I shall relay it to him as soon as he is finished."
"No, I have strict orders from the Hall of the Dead to deliver this to Shinigami directly as soon as I get here. Please, step aside."
"The Hall of the Dead?" Heero could not argue when it came to the Hall of the Dead, even if he had orders from the God of Death. Reluctantly, he stepped aside, closing his eyes as Trowa walked to
the door and opened it.
Trowa walked into the dim room, and gasped at the sight before him. He stood stark still, silent and unmoving. Two figures lay asleep in the bed before him, the arms of Shinigami around the other, slightly smaller being. The light from the smaller boy and the white wings quickly gave away that he was an angel, and Trowa immediately recognized him.
"Quatre!?"
The halo around the sleeping angel quickly brightened as he was shaken out of sleep, and he gasped as he took in the sight of his best friend. He did not look ashamed, but afraid.
"Trowa! Please...listen to me..."
Duo looked upon Trowa silently, his greatest fear becoming reality. Behind the messenger, Heero stood, and Duo knew that there was nothing that the demon could have done to stop the angel. He
brought himself back to the conversation between Trowa and Quatre, and closed his eyes.
"Quatre...is this why you have been acting so strange? Disappearing without a trace, fidgeting whenever I got a message to deliver to Shinigami? Is this why?" Trowa's voice remained calm and level, not accusing and degrading. Trowa was not angry, but he had wished that Quatre had told him sooner. Then maybe there would have been time to help the two lovers.
Quatre silently nodded, his gaze never breaking from Trowa's. "Please, Trowa..." Quatre's voice was stern and smooth. "Please don't tell the Hall of Judgment...at least, don't let them accuse Duo...let them take me...but not him..."
Trowa shook his head. "I wish...I didn't have to tell them about either of you...but as a messenger angel, it is my duty to tell them about you both. I wish I could help you...I'll make sure that your judgments are fair...I hope you can both forgive me..."
"I understand...." Duo replied. He nodded to Trowa quietly. "We wanted to be together, and now we must pay for breaking taboo..."
Quatre nodded. "It's okay, Trowa...you are obligated to do this... I don't blame you...."
Trowa nodded, then turned around. "I'll leave to let you get ready. Be ready in about 3 minutes...oh, Duo?"
"..Yes?"
"Whom do you want me to give the message to?"
"To Heero..."
Trowa nodded, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He turned to Heero and told him what he was supposed to tell Shinigami. Heero nodded, and walked off to begin the task of maintaining a consensus. A few moments later, Duo and Quatre emerged from the room, and Trowa nodded.
"Follow me..."
Duo and Quatre sat at opposite ends of the great hall, Trowa standing near the large podium in the center. Angels, Seraphim, and other heavenly beings had gathered to see the spectacle, and many were shouting about the desecration that Quatre had committed against himself. Rage boiled in Duo's mind, but it was quickly silenced as Trowa clapped his hands curtly, and stepped aside. In walked a thin but imposing angel. His ebony eyes were firm and serious as he walked to the center of the room, a book in his hands. His black hair was smoothed back into a small ponytail, and his wings were of gleaming golden feathers. He took a stand at the podium and took a breath. Quatre knew him well. Wufei, the Angel of Judgment...he was one of Quatre friends as well, and he could tell that it would be hard for Wufei to rule against him and Duo.
"Silence!" Wufei's smooth voice rang out through the hall. The assembly became quiet, and Wufei took a breath as he looked from Quatre to Duo then back to his book. The aura around his head wafted with thought as he read what had happened, then he looked back up.
"It says here, that you," the Chinese youth replied, pointing to Quatre, "Quatre, was seen sleeping with Duo, the God of Death, by Trowa Barton, who was to deliver a message to Shinigami. Is that correct?"
Quatre stood and took a breath. "Yes, this is true." His voice was clear and serious. A hushed whisper echoed about the hall as he stood, unmoving and proud. He was not ashamed of his love.
"And how long have you been seeing him, exactly?"
Quatre paused for a moment, thinking. "About two and a half years, Your Honor."
Wufei managed to keep a serious face, devoid of surprise. "And you have been secretly seeing him ever since?"
"Yes, sir."
Wufei nodded, and wrote this down. "And did you know that it is strictly forbidden by celestial law for an angel and a demon to associate in this manner?"
"Yes, I am quite aware of this."
As Quatre stated his case, Duo felt deep admiration for his angelic lover grow. He was not afraid at all. He stood proud and tall, wings slightly outstretched, hands at his sides.
"Alright. Quatre, as punishment for breaking this taboo, you are hereby stripped of your status, and are banished to live on Earth as a human, amidst chaos and devastation. People will shun you, and others will accept you." Wufei closed his eyes as he spoke. "I have spoken."
Quatre bowed his head, and looked over to Duo as his wings began to vanish. Duo, realizing that this may be the last time that he would ever see his angel, stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over with a clatter. He rushed across the hall, the audience of beings gasping at his bold, sudden move. He brought the blond into
his arms just as he began to fade, and kissed him deeply. Quatre kissed back and pulled away gently, aqua eyes brimming with tears.
"I love you..." And he was gone.
Duo lowered his arms to his sides, tears streaking down his face. Trowa and a few others managed to drag Shinigami back to his overturned seat, while others managed to quiet the crowd down. Duo remained standing, and regarded Wufei quietly, awaiting his punishment.
"Duo, it is quite obvious from your rash actions that you have the same testimony as Quatre. Am I correct?" Wufei asked levelly, watching him seriously.
Duo raised his head, not caring that all of the Heavens would see the God of Death himself weeping. "Yes, Your Honor. Exactly the same. I have no shame in what I have done, because I loved that angel, and no one can sway me to speak otherwise. I am ready to receive whatever punishment you have in store for me."
Wufei nodded, and sighed. "Then, I bestow upon you the same punishment that Quatre received. Except," Wufei added," That you will be living amidst poverty and endless death, and there will be only one thing that will stop this curse of death. But that you must discover for yourself." Wufei slammed his book shut, signifying the end of the trial.
Duo bowed his head and nodded. As he vanished, he turned to the crowd, and spread his wings and arms out to the crowd, speaking one last statement before he disappeared.
"Imagine...the Darkness in Love with the Light..."
Those were the last words of Shinigami.
To be continued!
End Quote Taken from the movie, "Tenchi Muyo 2: Daughter of Darkness"
By DuoLordOfDeath
Disclaimer: Uh, no, who ever said I owned Gundam Wing anyways?
Ominous darkness...symbolic of death and pain. Ancients feared the inky blackness, afraid of the demons that might rise from the depths of damnation and destroy them. Darkness, portrayed as
unloving, unforgiving, and merciless, a ruthless entity of destruction.
Beautiful light...representative of heaven and hope. The halos of angels carry this beauty with them, and use it to banish the foreboding black of night. Kind, lovely, and divine, light symbolizes the power of the celestial beings and the grace of their presence.
Unloving and gentle. Merciless and kind. Darkness and light. Complete opposites in every way, enemies in the heavens and in the Pit. They say that darkness cannot love and light must obliterate darkness. And, above all else, they must never fall in love with one another....
Hell's gates. He knew them well. Gnarled black iron bars twisted into grotesque shapes held the horrid fires of damnation within, and it bathed its immortal, evil prisoners in eternal torture. The screams were deafening in his ears, and insane cries of acknowledging his new presence filled the air as the prisoners' long, writing arms stretched out to him from the bars. But it was unusual to see an angel of light flying near the gates of Hell. Usually, the only angels who traveled here were messenger angels. Even more serious was the fact that he was forbidden to come here, and had to sneak here. A figure caught the angel's keen aqua eyes, a figure he knew well from his previous, also secret visits here. He landed lightly on the dark crimson ground and approached the stoic demon. The demon looked quite human, except for the blackened red wings that stretched from his bare back. His Prussian blue eyes regarded the angel with recognition, and nodded.
"Heero...I'm sorry to trouble you...but I wanted to see him again..."
"Don't apologize, Quatre. Follow me, and I'll escort you to his chambers. Don't mind any of the shouts from the Flames, just keep your eyes on me."
Quatre nodded, and tucked his snowy white wings against his back, shielding them from the searing embers. He silently followed the Demon of Destruction through the maze of misshapen black walls, his mind only on one thing.
His forbidden love.
The dim torches cast an eerie glow upon the pacing, winged figure as he walked around his small, darkened room. The dim firelight glinted in his shaded amethyst eyes, and cast his shadow over the walls and floor of the room. His strong yet slim arms were crossed over his toned, bare chest, and sheened lightly with a slight coating of perspiration. As he walked, his long chestnut braid moved slightly over his leathery black bat like wings, and brushed against the top of his long, loose ebony pants.
"Damn it..." he muttered, putting a hand to his forehead. "What are we supposed to do? Angels and demons aren't supposed to love one another...and yet we do...Quatre...I wish you were here to give me some calm...if only we didn't have to risk everything...."
A knock upon the black stone and iron door brought the distraught Shinigami out of his thoughts. He straightened his hair and clothing and cleared his face of emotion, then stood straight.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Heero walked in, a stern look upon his features. The Japanese boy stood for a moment, then spoke.
"Duo, you have a visitor. I'll make sure that you aren't disturbed."
"Oh, okay. Send them in."
Heero nodded, then walked back out into the stone corridor.
"Here you are."
"Thanks again, Heero."
Duo took a deep breath at the second voice, and gaped as an all-too-familiar being entered his chambers. The pale golden hair, surrounded by a lovely aura of light, moved slightly with his gentle
movements. His whole body glowed with heavenly radiance, his ivory wings tucked behind him. The snowy white pants that he wore rustled slightly, held up with a slender golden cord.
"Duo..." Quatre whispered after Heero closed the door. He smiled gently.
"Quatre!" the God of Death cried, rushing forward. He grasped the angel's hands tightly and pulled the blond to him. "Quatre, you shouldn't be here! It's dangerous! What if we were caught?" Duo
looked into the Arabian's determined aquamarine eyes, and sighed with a smile. Duo pulled him into his embrace and gently touched the wings upon Quatre's back. "But...I am very glad to see you, my Angel of
Light.."
Quatre smiled, and put a hand to Shinigami's warm cheek. The light that emitted from his body danced across his face gently, lighting up his darkened eyes and gently soothing the troubled god's nerves and emotions. Duo smiled back, and kissed his forehead gently.
"Who'd have thought that the God of Death himself would fall in love with an angel....we've risked a lot to see each other...what would happen if we were caught, Quatre?"
"Let's not think about it right now, Duo...I.." Quatre smiled a bit and blushed lightly, looking down a bit. "I...Duo, please...make love to me...if we get caught soon, then we will already be one, and
can never really be separated no matter what the punishment may be....please...I love you, Duo.."
Duo, although a bit surprised by the angel's tender request, smiled softly and leaned in, gently pressing his lips against his angel's own sweet mouth. Quatre gently elongated his wings and wrapped them around him and Duo, encasing them in a feathery white world, just the two of them, The God of Death and the Angel of Light.
Thus, the Darkness and the Light became one...
"Hmm...where could he be? I've been looking for him all day..." Trowa Barton replied softly to himself. He opened his long white wings and took to the sky, continuing his search. He was thankful that he hadn't received a message to deliver today, because he needed to speak with his best friend, Quatre Winner. Trowa had noticed that he had been acting peculiar for a while, and wanted to see why. He landed near a young woman and approached her. "Iria, have you seen your brother?"
The blond woman shook her head. "Not today, Trowa, but I do have something for you to deliver. It's from the Hall of the Dead. They need a consensus from Shinigami. I need you to deliver this
message directly to Shinigami himself. No one else."
Trowa sighed and shook his head. "Okay. Guess my search will have to wait. Thanks."
And with that, Trowa spread his wings and began his long, lonely descent to Hell. The wind whipped his hair a bit, moving it away from his eye repeatedly. He ignored this though, his mind
elsewhere. As the gloomy gates of his destination came into view, he noticed that the guardian of the gates wasn't there. He thought it odd that the Demon of Destruction wasn't there, but shrugged it off and flew over the gates and landed on the scorching ground. The hellish creatures that were gathered near his landing spot scurried away, afraid of his heavenly powers. Only the most powerful demons and Shinigami himself were invulnerable to an angel's powers. Only the more powerful Teraphim could combat them.
He walked through the blackened corridors until he found the God of Death's chambers, and the Gatekeeper of Hell guarding the door. The stern demon regarded the angel stoically as he drew nearer,
and crossed his arms.
"What do you need?"
"I have a message for Shinigami."
"I cannot let anyone disturb him. He has given me strict orders not to let anyone enter his chambers. Give me the message, and I shall relay it to him as soon as he is finished."
"No, I have strict orders from the Hall of the Dead to deliver this to Shinigami directly as soon as I get here. Please, step aside."
"The Hall of the Dead?" Heero could not argue when it came to the Hall of the Dead, even if he had orders from the God of Death. Reluctantly, he stepped aside, closing his eyes as Trowa walked to
the door and opened it.
Trowa walked into the dim room, and gasped at the sight before him. He stood stark still, silent and unmoving. Two figures lay asleep in the bed before him, the arms of Shinigami around the other, slightly smaller being. The light from the smaller boy and the white wings quickly gave away that he was an angel, and Trowa immediately recognized him.
"Quatre!?"
The halo around the sleeping angel quickly brightened as he was shaken out of sleep, and he gasped as he took in the sight of his best friend. He did not look ashamed, but afraid.
"Trowa! Please...listen to me..."
Duo looked upon Trowa silently, his greatest fear becoming reality. Behind the messenger, Heero stood, and Duo knew that there was nothing that the demon could have done to stop the angel. He
brought himself back to the conversation between Trowa and Quatre, and closed his eyes.
"Quatre...is this why you have been acting so strange? Disappearing without a trace, fidgeting whenever I got a message to deliver to Shinigami? Is this why?" Trowa's voice remained calm and level, not accusing and degrading. Trowa was not angry, but he had wished that Quatre had told him sooner. Then maybe there would have been time to help the two lovers.
Quatre silently nodded, his gaze never breaking from Trowa's. "Please, Trowa..." Quatre's voice was stern and smooth. "Please don't tell the Hall of Judgment...at least, don't let them accuse Duo...let them take me...but not him..."
Trowa shook his head. "I wish...I didn't have to tell them about either of you...but as a messenger angel, it is my duty to tell them about you both. I wish I could help you...I'll make sure that your judgments are fair...I hope you can both forgive me..."
"I understand...." Duo replied. He nodded to Trowa quietly. "We wanted to be together, and now we must pay for breaking taboo..."
Quatre nodded. "It's okay, Trowa...you are obligated to do this... I don't blame you...."
Trowa nodded, then turned around. "I'll leave to let you get ready. Be ready in about 3 minutes...oh, Duo?"
"..Yes?"
"Whom do you want me to give the message to?"
"To Heero..."
Trowa nodded, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He turned to Heero and told him what he was supposed to tell Shinigami. Heero nodded, and walked off to begin the task of maintaining a consensus. A few moments later, Duo and Quatre emerged from the room, and Trowa nodded.
"Follow me..."
Duo and Quatre sat at opposite ends of the great hall, Trowa standing near the large podium in the center. Angels, Seraphim, and other heavenly beings had gathered to see the spectacle, and many were shouting about the desecration that Quatre had committed against himself. Rage boiled in Duo's mind, but it was quickly silenced as Trowa clapped his hands curtly, and stepped aside. In walked a thin but imposing angel. His ebony eyes were firm and serious as he walked to the center of the room, a book in his hands. His black hair was smoothed back into a small ponytail, and his wings were of gleaming golden feathers. He took a stand at the podium and took a breath. Quatre knew him well. Wufei, the Angel of Judgment...he was one of Quatre friends as well, and he could tell that it would be hard for Wufei to rule against him and Duo.
"Silence!" Wufei's smooth voice rang out through the hall. The assembly became quiet, and Wufei took a breath as he looked from Quatre to Duo then back to his book. The aura around his head wafted with thought as he read what had happened, then he looked back up.
"It says here, that you," the Chinese youth replied, pointing to Quatre, "Quatre, was seen sleeping with Duo, the God of Death, by Trowa Barton, who was to deliver a message to Shinigami. Is that correct?"
Quatre stood and took a breath. "Yes, this is true." His voice was clear and serious. A hushed whisper echoed about the hall as he stood, unmoving and proud. He was not ashamed of his love.
"And how long have you been seeing him, exactly?"
Quatre paused for a moment, thinking. "About two and a half years, Your Honor."
Wufei managed to keep a serious face, devoid of surprise. "And you have been secretly seeing him ever since?"
"Yes, sir."
Wufei nodded, and wrote this down. "And did you know that it is strictly forbidden by celestial law for an angel and a demon to associate in this manner?"
"Yes, I am quite aware of this."
As Quatre stated his case, Duo felt deep admiration for his angelic lover grow. He was not afraid at all. He stood proud and tall, wings slightly outstretched, hands at his sides.
"Alright. Quatre, as punishment for breaking this taboo, you are hereby stripped of your status, and are banished to live on Earth as a human, amidst chaos and devastation. People will shun you, and others will accept you." Wufei closed his eyes as he spoke. "I have spoken."
Quatre bowed his head, and looked over to Duo as his wings began to vanish. Duo, realizing that this may be the last time that he would ever see his angel, stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over with a clatter. He rushed across the hall, the audience of beings gasping at his bold, sudden move. He brought the blond into
his arms just as he began to fade, and kissed him deeply. Quatre kissed back and pulled away gently, aqua eyes brimming with tears.
"I love you..." And he was gone.
Duo lowered his arms to his sides, tears streaking down his face. Trowa and a few others managed to drag Shinigami back to his overturned seat, while others managed to quiet the crowd down. Duo remained standing, and regarded Wufei quietly, awaiting his punishment.
"Duo, it is quite obvious from your rash actions that you have the same testimony as Quatre. Am I correct?" Wufei asked levelly, watching him seriously.
Duo raised his head, not caring that all of the Heavens would see the God of Death himself weeping. "Yes, Your Honor. Exactly the same. I have no shame in what I have done, because I loved that angel, and no one can sway me to speak otherwise. I am ready to receive whatever punishment you have in store for me."
Wufei nodded, and sighed. "Then, I bestow upon you the same punishment that Quatre received. Except," Wufei added," That you will be living amidst poverty and endless death, and there will be only one thing that will stop this curse of death. But that you must discover for yourself." Wufei slammed his book shut, signifying the end of the trial.
Duo bowed his head and nodded. As he vanished, he turned to the crowd, and spread his wings and arms out to the crowd, speaking one last statement before he disappeared.
"Imagine...the Darkness in Love with the Light..."
Those were the last words of Shinigami.
To be continued!
End Quote Taken from the movie, "Tenchi Muyo 2: Daughter of Darkness"