Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness and Light: Fall From Grace ❯ Regrest of a God of Death ( Chapter 3 )
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By: DuoLordOfDeath 
This is From Duo's POV
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.27.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 221 | Status: Completed
This is From Duo's POV
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.27.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 221 | Status: Completed
Darkness and Light: Part 2
By DuoLordOfDeath
Disclaimer: Yeah Yeah Yeah…I do not own Gundam Wing!
Thunder cracked in the distance as I walked along the beaten gravel pathway. Gravestones, old, misshapen, and unreadable, lay around me, sat crookedly into the damp, cool ground. I sighed and continued on, paying the oncoming storm no heed. I had more important matters on my mind.
It has been lonely this past year. A year of poverty, death, and searching....a search that most likely is in vain. I stared quietly as I passed a tall, lovely statue of an angel, with feathery yet stony wings outspread, clad in ivory colored robes. Quite lovely, but not the angel I have been searching for.
I have been searching for him ever since I came to Earth, and it feels as though I've been all over, when I know that I have only covered a mere distance. It seemed as though my search would never end, and I would be forever doomed to walk this planet, waiting and looking. Ironic, isn't it? I had been banished from Hell, only to return to Purgatory.
The sky was horridly gray, and I pulled the black trench coat I wore closer to my body as I continued to wander through the graveyard.
Many have wondered why I call myself the God of Death. Sometimes, I even ask myself that, considering my fallen status, but then I remember that I had inadvertently killed an angel, stripping him of his heavenly radiance...I had committed sacrilege....
The rain began to pour. Wordlessly, I jammed my hands into my pockets and bowed my head, the cold water streaming down my face. While others ran for shelter, I continued my trek through the rain, my chestnut bangs plastered to my forehead. The streets were deserted, with the exception of the few cars that passed by, cascading water upon the sidewalk on which I walked.
I found myself shivering as night neared, and my body quaked with the advent of illness; most likely pneumonia. I had foolishly forgotten that this new, frail human body that I possessed wasn't as strong as that of a god.
The rain had become harder, and, weary with illness and hunger, I stopped upon the muddy side of the road. I had been walking so far that I had long left the town. The rain showed no sign of stopping, and I was burning up with fever, though I was freezing.
I tried to take another step, to keep going, but I found that my knees no longer seemed to work, and my feet felt nearly nonexistent. I tried desperately to regain my balance, but I was feeling horribly lightheaded, my vision blurred. As I fell to the cold, wet asphalt, victim to illness, I heard a car door slam in the distance and a pair of voices come near me. Then, my world faded to darkness, into blissful unconsciousness.
I was...I was flying. I could feel the steady beat of leathery wings against my back, the gentle breeze blowing against my body. I opened my eyes, and saw the cheerful white billows of cumulus as I soared.
Many times had this dream come to me, and it always was the same. Once again, I was among the clouds, just like before I had been proclaimed God of Death, gliding through the skies carelessly. Then, I would always hear a laugh of joy below me. And, every time, I would look down through the thin clouds-and it always ended there.
I continued to coast the breezes, when, just as I expected, I heard the laugh. I glanced down, subconsciously ready for the dream's end. But...this time it didn't.
From the clouds emerged a beaming angel, hair of palest gold and wings of whitest snow. The feathery wings moved in perfect unison with mine as he neared me, aqua eyes gleaming.
"Duo...I've missed you..." came his gentle voice. It made my heart leap and ache at the same time, I had heard his voice again, yet it had only been a dream. "I've been searching for you...all this time...and now..." His marine eyes were glistening with tears, "I have found you..."
"...Quatre..."
His touch felt so real...so warm and inviting against my skin. His gentle fingertips against my cheek, the heavenly warmth that radiated from him...it was pure euphoria. Pure, false euphoria...yet I had waited so long to taste his sweet lips and hold his warm body in my arms. Finally...
I lowered my lips towards Quatre's, ready to feel his silky caress again...I had been more starved for his touch than food itself. But suddenly, my angel had vanished, along with the sky, and left me in darkness.
Lightning flashed outside, and thunder cracked in harmony with the roar of wind and rain. I was in a house, safe and away from the elements, though I still shook a bit from fever.
Those voices...they must've brought me back to their home and cared for me. I hoped that they came to check on me soon. I wanted to thank them.
I curled into the warmth of the large, soft bed, clinging desperately to the image of Quatre that my dreams had given me. It was then that I realized that my caretakers must know good medical procedure. They had freed me of my soiled wet clothing, and had dressed me in non-restricting light pajamas, without even waking me. I
was impressed.
The door creaked open, and a dim light flicked on. I glanced over, and saw a young man, perhaps the age of 23, walk in, carrying a wet washcloth, food, and some sort of medication. He was obviously of Middle Eastern descent; I could tell from his dark hair and onyx eyes, as well as his attire. He was very handsome, and wore white, slightly billowy pants and a loose tan shirt with a vibrant red vest over that. Atop his short black hair sat a jaunty red fez. He smiled warmly and walked near me, setting the food tray and medicine on the nightstand.
"Ah, so our nameless visitor has awakened!" He chuckled cheerily and pulled up a chair, sitting on it backwards. "How are you feeling?"
I sat up rigidly and smiled weakly. "I think I'm a little bit better...I want to thank you for helping me."
The Arab man smiled again. "Don't thank me, thank my master. He feels that he should help those in need. Someone he helped once called him a "Guardian Angel". And he's only about your age, I suspect. You both appear close to the same age." He handed me the washcloth then went to the food tray. "My name's Darius. I won't be the only guy coming to check on you though. About 5 of us Maguanac soldiers have been assigned to keep tabs on you. We had to convince that kiddo not to come up here until your fever has gone down." Darius nodded good-naturedly as he sat the food in front of me.
"My name's Duo...I'd really like to meet your master when I feel better.." I replied as I began to eat gratefully.
Darius nodded. "Let me check your temperature. Abdul and Auda were giving me a hard time about playing wet nurse, but I don't mind. I know more about medical stuff than those two any day!" He grinned, then looked at the thermometer that he had pressed into my mouth.
"Am I still contagious, Darius?"
"Just barely. I'll call him on up. He'll be delighted. Do you
like tea?"
I nodded, although truthfully I had never drank tea. Sure, I
knew what it was, but I had never tasted it.
I continued to eat while Darius walked to a small intercom and called to his master. I smiled a bit. This man called a boy barely my age "master", yet this boy didn't treat him like a servant, but more like a fellow soldier or comrade. I concluded that it was just a term of endearment for a well-beloved leader.
The Maguanac walked back over to my bedside and administered the medication to me. I made a face, as it did not taste exactly like cherries and cream, and swallowed it with a grimace. Darius laughed. "Yeah, we know it isn't the best tasting stuff. He should be here any time now." As if on cue, a small knock sounded from the other side of the door. "Oh, that would be him! Come in!" Darius stood to leave. I watched fixedly as the door opened and in walked a boy no younger than I. He was carrying a tea tray, laden with two cups and a steaming pot of tea. I drew in a sharp breath.
"Q-Quatre?"
The tea tray clattered to the floor, dropped from the young man's grasp in surprise. The china shattered, spilling tea all over the dark cranberry carpet.
"Master Quatre? Are you alright?"
"Yes...I'm fine...Darius...I'll take care of the mess..."
"Sure thing, kid." He smiled curiously, then left, closing the door behind him. Silent surprise hung in the room as we stared at each other in awe, the shattered tea cups lying forgotten at his feet.
I couldn't take my eyes from his crystal clear gaze. His pale hair framed his graceful face, long blond bangs not obscuring tears of mixed emotions in his brilliant marine eyes. He gasped softly, hands fallen limply to his sides. He was just as lovely as I remembered him.
"...I don't believe it...oh my God..."
Frankly, neither could I. There he was, a fallen angel reborn, standing before me. It had been a year...a long, harsh, lonely year...time had been kind to him; he still appeared the same beautiful angel that I remembered from what seemed so long ago. Silently and shakily, he stepped towards me, his soft lips curved in
an awed smile. When he got to my bedside, he sat down upon the bedding next to me and grasped my hands, tears glimmering in his eyes. He placed a hand upon my cheek, tracing my face with nimble fingertips. His touch felt like velvety silk, a touch that I never thought I would feel again. It was as though he was trying to rekindle a memory, long forgotten. He was so close, after so long. I pulled him into my arms, mustering all the strength I could, but I was glad to have his strength and warmth with me again.
"Duo...I never thought...of all places...it's been so long..." Quatre looked at me, blushing at his lack of words. His fathomless eyes glittered with gentle light, a reminder of the beautiful halo that once encompassed his golden hair.
"Shh...." I whispered, putting a gentle finger to his lips. I smiled, and leaned up. For a brief moment, we hesitated, content with watching each other, then I breathed deeply as Quatre's lips pressed gently and hungrily against mine. I could taste and feel his tears against my cheek as they mingled with my own, and smiled to myself as his arms wrapped around my shoulders and held me nearer, as though I was going to vanish into thin air, just as he had to me only a year ago. Finally, we were whole again...and my search was over...
Darkness...searching for Light...not even Heaven's taboo could stop me...and I had succeeded.
~*Owari*~
By DuoLordOfDeath
Disclaimer: Yeah Yeah Yeah…I do not own Gundam Wing!
Thunder cracked in the distance as I walked along the beaten gravel pathway. Gravestones, old, misshapen, and unreadable, lay around me, sat crookedly into the damp, cool ground. I sighed and continued on, paying the oncoming storm no heed. I had more important matters on my mind.
It has been lonely this past year. A year of poverty, death, and searching....a search that most likely is in vain. I stared quietly as I passed a tall, lovely statue of an angel, with feathery yet stony wings outspread, clad in ivory colored robes. Quite lovely, but not the angel I have been searching for.
I have been searching for him ever since I came to Earth, and it feels as though I've been all over, when I know that I have only covered a mere distance. It seemed as though my search would never end, and I would be forever doomed to walk this planet, waiting and looking. Ironic, isn't it? I had been banished from Hell, only to return to Purgatory.
The sky was horridly gray, and I pulled the black trench coat I wore closer to my body as I continued to wander through the graveyard.
Many have wondered why I call myself the God of Death. Sometimes, I even ask myself that, considering my fallen status, but then I remember that I had inadvertently killed an angel, stripping him of his heavenly radiance...I had committed sacrilege....
The rain began to pour. Wordlessly, I jammed my hands into my pockets and bowed my head, the cold water streaming down my face. While others ran for shelter, I continued my trek through the rain, my chestnut bangs plastered to my forehead. The streets were deserted, with the exception of the few cars that passed by, cascading water upon the sidewalk on which I walked.
I found myself shivering as night neared, and my body quaked with the advent of illness; most likely pneumonia. I had foolishly forgotten that this new, frail human body that I possessed wasn't as strong as that of a god.
The rain had become harder, and, weary with illness and hunger, I stopped upon the muddy side of the road. I had been walking so far that I had long left the town. The rain showed no sign of stopping, and I was burning up with fever, though I was freezing.
I tried to take another step, to keep going, but I found that my knees no longer seemed to work, and my feet felt nearly nonexistent. I tried desperately to regain my balance, but I was feeling horribly lightheaded, my vision blurred. As I fell to the cold, wet asphalt, victim to illness, I heard a car door slam in the distance and a pair of voices come near me. Then, my world faded to darkness, into blissful unconsciousness.
I was...I was flying. I could feel the steady beat of leathery wings against my back, the gentle breeze blowing against my body. I opened my eyes, and saw the cheerful white billows of cumulus as I soared.
Many times had this dream come to me, and it always was the same. Once again, I was among the clouds, just like before I had been proclaimed God of Death, gliding through the skies carelessly. Then, I would always hear a laugh of joy below me. And, every time, I would look down through the thin clouds-and it always ended there.
I continued to coast the breezes, when, just as I expected, I heard the laugh. I glanced down, subconsciously ready for the dream's end. But...this time it didn't.
From the clouds emerged a beaming angel, hair of palest gold and wings of whitest snow. The feathery wings moved in perfect unison with mine as he neared me, aqua eyes gleaming.
"Duo...I've missed you..." came his gentle voice. It made my heart leap and ache at the same time, I had heard his voice again, yet it had only been a dream. "I've been searching for you...all this time...and now..." His marine eyes were glistening with tears, "I have found you..."
"...Quatre..."
His touch felt so real...so warm and inviting against my skin. His gentle fingertips against my cheek, the heavenly warmth that radiated from him...it was pure euphoria. Pure, false euphoria...yet I had waited so long to taste his sweet lips and hold his warm body in my arms. Finally...
I lowered my lips towards Quatre's, ready to feel his silky caress again...I had been more starved for his touch than food itself. But suddenly, my angel had vanished, along with the sky, and left me in darkness.
Lightning flashed outside, and thunder cracked in harmony with the roar of wind and rain. I was in a house, safe and away from the elements, though I still shook a bit from fever.
Those voices...they must've brought me back to their home and cared for me. I hoped that they came to check on me soon. I wanted to thank them.
I curled into the warmth of the large, soft bed, clinging desperately to the image of Quatre that my dreams had given me. It was then that I realized that my caretakers must know good medical procedure. They had freed me of my soiled wet clothing, and had dressed me in non-restricting light pajamas, without even waking me. I
was impressed.
The door creaked open, and a dim light flicked on. I glanced over, and saw a young man, perhaps the age of 23, walk in, carrying a wet washcloth, food, and some sort of medication. He was obviously of Middle Eastern descent; I could tell from his dark hair and onyx eyes, as well as his attire. He was very handsome, and wore white, slightly billowy pants and a loose tan shirt with a vibrant red vest over that. Atop his short black hair sat a jaunty red fez. He smiled warmly and walked near me, setting the food tray and medicine on the nightstand.
"Ah, so our nameless visitor has awakened!" He chuckled cheerily and pulled up a chair, sitting on it backwards. "How are you feeling?"
I sat up rigidly and smiled weakly. "I think I'm a little bit better...I want to thank you for helping me."
The Arab man smiled again. "Don't thank me, thank my master. He feels that he should help those in need. Someone he helped once called him a "Guardian Angel". And he's only about your age, I suspect. You both appear close to the same age." He handed me the washcloth then went to the food tray. "My name's Darius. I won't be the only guy coming to check on you though. About 5 of us Maguanac soldiers have been assigned to keep tabs on you. We had to convince that kiddo not to come up here until your fever has gone down." Darius nodded good-naturedly as he sat the food in front of me.
"My name's Duo...I'd really like to meet your master when I feel better.." I replied as I began to eat gratefully.
Darius nodded. "Let me check your temperature. Abdul and Auda were giving me a hard time about playing wet nurse, but I don't mind. I know more about medical stuff than those two any day!" He grinned, then looked at the thermometer that he had pressed into my mouth.
"Am I still contagious, Darius?"
"Just barely. I'll call him on up. He'll be delighted. Do you
like tea?"
I nodded, although truthfully I had never drank tea. Sure, I
knew what it was, but I had never tasted it.
I continued to eat while Darius walked to a small intercom and called to his master. I smiled a bit. This man called a boy barely my age "master", yet this boy didn't treat him like a servant, but more like a fellow soldier or comrade. I concluded that it was just a term of endearment for a well-beloved leader.
The Maguanac walked back over to my bedside and administered the medication to me. I made a face, as it did not taste exactly like cherries and cream, and swallowed it with a grimace. Darius laughed. "Yeah, we know it isn't the best tasting stuff. He should be here any time now." As if on cue, a small knock sounded from the other side of the door. "Oh, that would be him! Come in!" Darius stood to leave. I watched fixedly as the door opened and in walked a boy no younger than I. He was carrying a tea tray, laden with two cups and a steaming pot of tea. I drew in a sharp breath.
"Q-Quatre?"
The tea tray clattered to the floor, dropped from the young man's grasp in surprise. The china shattered, spilling tea all over the dark cranberry carpet.
"Master Quatre? Are you alright?"
"Yes...I'm fine...Darius...I'll take care of the mess..."
"Sure thing, kid." He smiled curiously, then left, closing the door behind him. Silent surprise hung in the room as we stared at each other in awe, the shattered tea cups lying forgotten at his feet.
I couldn't take my eyes from his crystal clear gaze. His pale hair framed his graceful face, long blond bangs not obscuring tears of mixed emotions in his brilliant marine eyes. He gasped softly, hands fallen limply to his sides. He was just as lovely as I remembered him.
"...I don't believe it...oh my God..."
Frankly, neither could I. There he was, a fallen angel reborn, standing before me. It had been a year...a long, harsh, lonely year...time had been kind to him; he still appeared the same beautiful angel that I remembered from what seemed so long ago. Silently and shakily, he stepped towards me, his soft lips curved in
an awed smile. When he got to my bedside, he sat down upon the bedding next to me and grasped my hands, tears glimmering in his eyes. He placed a hand upon my cheek, tracing my face with nimble fingertips. His touch felt like velvety silk, a touch that I never thought I would feel again. It was as though he was trying to rekindle a memory, long forgotten. He was so close, after so long. I pulled him into my arms, mustering all the strength I could, but I was glad to have his strength and warmth with me again.
"Duo...I never thought...of all places...it's been so long..." Quatre looked at me, blushing at his lack of words. His fathomless eyes glittered with gentle light, a reminder of the beautiful halo that once encompassed his golden hair.
"Shh...." I whispered, putting a gentle finger to his lips. I smiled, and leaned up. For a brief moment, we hesitated, content with watching each other, then I breathed deeply as Quatre's lips pressed gently and hungrily against mine. I could taste and feel his tears against my cheek as they mingled with my own, and smiled to myself as his arms wrapped around my shoulders and held me nearer, as though I was going to vanish into thin air, just as he had to me only a year ago. Finally, we were whole again...and my search was over...
Darkness...searching for Light...not even Heaven's taboo could stop me...and I had succeeded.
~*Owari*~