Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Legend of Shinigami and the Angel of Death ❯ Second Encounter ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Legend of Shinigami and the Angel of Death 4/?
Author: Makiko Igami
Archive: http://www.yaoi.rulestheweb.com
http://www.gwaddiction.com/levlair/
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.php?auth=58906
http://www.efanfic tion.net/authors.php?no=2916
Category: AU, Supernatural
Rating: this chapter... PG? May go up soon...
Pairings: It might take a whole chapter to put all in here... but main: 1x2
Warnings: Yaoi, a bit angst, ... more to come
Spoilers: Since this is AU... none.
Summary: My version of the Legend of Atlantis, mixed with the characters of Gundam Wing. Heero is an ex-slave who is to marry his ex-masters daughter Relena. But one day on the market he meets somebody whom fate sent him...
Notes&Comments: My first try on a AU... I always liked the legend of Atlantis... I kinda make my own one up here, it may not fit into the ones you know... And I don't know exactly what might happen further on...
*grumbles* This story doesn't like me... so I shortened it. *sticks out chin proudly* Anyways, actions going to ensue a lot faster than I planned, but this way I can start on my next story... if I ever get over all those PWP-bunnies (plot-bunnies for a PWP? *frowns*) about Aragorn and Legolas... o.o
*gets hit by muses to work on chapter 5* Hai hai!
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{...} Author's comments
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Heero stared into the polished piece of silver that people called a mirror. He eyed his reflection carefully and made a decision.

With a deep glare he walked outside the room that was given to him as he was freed and glared at Trowa, who was just sitting outside. The uni-banged young man didn't flinch the slightest bit though; he knew the glare wasn't meant for him but for the one who was responsible for the shorthaired man's clothes.

"There is *no* way in both Taiyou's and Hisakata's name that I am going to wear *this* tonight!"

Trowa looked at Heero's expression first, a look of him being about to kill somebody if he or she said something wrong, and then his clothes. A short tunic, that didn't even go down to his knees, being held together on his shoulders by two golden buttons was the only thing that the brown-haired man wore.

He looked at the lower hem of the tunic and said with a very expressionless face, "You're right, it's too short." Then a grin spread over his face and he walked over to the slightly shorter man. He only stopped as he towered slightly over the other one.

Heero stared back, Prussian blue eyes widened in surprise as Trowa's hand sneaked below his tunic. Too shocked to do anything for a second, he felt a calloused hand move up on his bare thigh, too close to his almost exposed jewels than he wanted it to.

"Too easy to get down there," said Trowa with a smirk and pulled his hand away. He grinned even more, as he took in the burning red of Heero's cheeks and how his hands went down to cross over his groin in some kind of instinct.

"Don't ever do that again!" growled Heero and tried to will away as well his blush as a tingling feeling a little lower. He knew that Trowa would have burst out laughing, if he were any other man, but his grin was embarrassing enough.

Trowa felt pity for his friend.

"I've seen some strange pants somewhere and I believe that it was Catherine had a pair of those," he supplied. "Shall I go and fetch them for you?"

Heero glared more at him.

"I'd be happier if I didn't have to wear this thing at all, but Relena wants it."

"I'll be back in a moment."

Heero sighed and sat down on a stool of stone and buried his head in his hands. About 3 months had passed since he had been kissed by this strange woman. And since then those dark blue, slightly violet eyes ceased to get out of his mind. In fact this feeling had evolved into some kind of obsession, he couldn't go anywhere without subconsciously looking for this mysterious girl. But he didn't see her anywhere. Not on the market, not in the slums where he had forced Trowa to go with him.

The taller one had looked at him as if he had lost his mind. Secretly Heero agreed with him, for nobody from the upper classes, not even their slaves, went to the outer circle of the city, if not to get something illegal, like drugs or claiming slaves for themselves.

But they didn't find her.

It seemed as if she had fallen down from heaven down to Atlantis only to kiss him and then vanish as quickly as she came. Heero was sure he had seen any other inhabitant of the circular city more than once in those eleven weeks, but not the one he was really looking for.

He sighed again and looked up at the white wall in front of him.

He had done everything to distract himself from brooding over the chestnut-haired girl, which had made Relena extremely happy. She took him out to the most extraordinary pieces, both from Temple supported and independent organizations, parties that he never wouldn't want to go to because he had to talk to people he didn't know or like and in his despair he even let her drag to the temple to attend the mass there. He almost fell asleep as the High Priest had sermonized for more than half an hour.

But Relena had been on the edge of her seat all the time, wherever they went. Especially at the masses: She seemed to absorb each tiny little word that was said during the sermon and was soon able to debate with the few disciples that she could get a hold on about things not even they knew. In Heero's opinion she would have been better off by becoming a member of the Temple than becoming his wife to rule the Peacecraft's businesses. She wasn't the one that would fit into being a ruler, too. The girl was way too nosy and interested into some things; she would have gotten into trouble before somebody knew her.

Heero's feelings hadn't changed for her; in fact he may have gotten even colder to her than before while he put all his passion into the search for his mysterious girl. He would do what ever you told him to do, but inside he only wanted to talk to the heaven-sent girl. And if it would mean the end of the world to him!

Before Heero could go any further into this thought, Trowa returned with some black cloth in his hand and handed it over.

"My sister said, you are supposed to put your legs into the two tubes and pull it up to your waist."

"Thank you, I will try it on."

He disappeared back into his room and put the strange pants on. They were tight, really right and hugged every curve of his body like the air around them. It would look strange if he wore them alone, but with this extremely short green tunic it looked okay. But more importantly, it felt better than without the pants.

Content with himself he walked out of his room and past Trowa, not even bothering to ask his opinion anymore.

Trowa sighed at the sudden change of behavior. Not that he wanted to put his hand down Heero's tunic again, thank you very much, he had a cute little angel for himself for about a month now, a blond slave of one of Lady Relena's friends, but he would have felt better, if could have talked to him.

He took a look around and narrowed his eyes as he saw a crack in the mirror in Heero's room. Since that fateful day on the market, the amount of broken glasses has increased massively around Heero. Luckily for the stoic man, Trowa was always near him to clean up the shatters after him. Up to now he didn't really have the heart and time to tell the one responsible for it about his suspicions about what he thought was the reason for this. And tonight he was going out without him.

Trowa didn't have a good feeling about this.

.oOo.

"Have you found out anything?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"The child of the God and the Goddess is distinguishable by its eye-color."

"What color is it?"

"A dark shade of blue, High Priest. The records even say it's violet."

"Very well. Send the Shuhan a message, the guards shall look for somebody with violet eyes."

.oOo.

Duo was happy. He had lived with a rich man the last few days who paid him much for warming his bed and his heart until his wife returned from visiting her mother and now he was well-fed, had some money in his pockets, but most importantly, he was free. It was a shame though that he couldn't go back there.

As a last thing of gratitude that man let him into his club tonight, which held a party for rich and popular people. His only reason to go there was to find another person he could disburden of their money, but if he could have some fun flirting and dancing with beautiful wealthy women or men, he'd be okay with that as well. Maybe his out fit would help, too.

He was wearing some black loose pants, a black open vest that showed off his abs and well-trained chest. Also he was wearing a golden necklace with a ruby cross that was a present from his last toy, as he used to call the people he was staying with.

Right now he was on the big floor in the middle of the room, dancing to the music of this strangely rouged and clothed group. They wore brightly colored leather all the way, which looked more like some long ropes that were wrapped around their bodies, and maybe that was the case, too. But they made good music, had some great lyrics and Duo just liked to dance to them. He hoped that they would get famous one day soon.

He was moving around some bodies, always looking out to the sides of the dance floor for potential candidates that could feed him over the upcoming time. His heart almost leaped when he saw a girl of about his age sitting on a table for two, all on her own. She seemed quite self-confident and looked around as if she was searching for somebody.

The longhaired young man grinned to himself and strolled over to her. She had long sand-colored hair, not as long as his though, wore a long and expensive looking white tunic and had a silver bracelet around her wrist. Duo could tell she was wealthy but she didn't look arrogant as most of the people he knew.

He flopped down in the empty seat in front of her and put his brightest grin on his face.

"Lady, I never thought grace and beauty could incarnate perfectly as one person. But you have proven me wrong."

Her first reaction was staring, the next blushing. Duo's grin grew a little wider as he patted himself on the shoulder for having a charm that worked miracles with both women and men.

He gave her time to recover a bit and then asked her what her favorite drink was. Her response was a sweet, almost shy smile.

"It's the one that this handsome young man is carrying in his right hand."

Duo blinked and whirled around in his chair, just to see a grim looking guy with two drinks in his hands standing next to him. He gasped because he instantly remembered where he had seen that guy first. It was the one that he kissed to get away from Hilde.

But he didn't seem to remember him. Duo considered this as his luck but the look he was given.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" he said with a tone that could have turned Taiyou into ice.

Duo tried to pretend he was cool. But inside he was in turmoil. He had thought that this guy meant nothing to him, but as he saw him again, his heart was beating so loudly that he could have joined the band as a drummer.

"I was just talking to this beautiful young lady. And who are you? The bodyguard of this innocent beauty?" he said with a grin and winked in the girl's direction, who promptly blushed.

Cold-as-ice just looked at him. "I am her fiancé."

"Oh," was the only thing that Duo could say in response to the dead-pan answer. He scrambled out of the seat and bowed low. "I am sorry to disturb you." He hurried off, without looking back, launching himself onto the next provocatively clad woman in sight.

Heero saw that woman smile and giggle and draw his eyebrows closer together. Something was nagging on him about that person and he didn't know what it was. He disliked everything about that guy, his clothes, his way of talking to people, the way his hand wandered to that woman's ass, and most of all not the long braid that made him look like a girl. A man who acted like a man should have short hair.

Heero watched that guy a little longer and almost gagged as he abandoned the woman for a guy who looked like he had money enough to build his own city. The guy with the braid was pressing himself against him, smiling sweetly and kissing him lightly on the cheek, worse than a woman.

"I don't like this kind of person," he murmured as he sat down and handed Relena her drink. For himself he had only bought a glass of water.

Relena took a sip from her fruit-drink. "I thought he was nice."

"Hn."

It didn't even occur to Heero that he was thinking about the girl from the market again as he let his eyes wander over the slender, barely clothed body with the long chestnut braid.

To be continued...
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Next chapter: The reunion! (hopefully... o.o)