Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Legend of Shinigami and the Angel of Death ❯ After The Kiss ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Legend of Shinigami and the Angel of Death 2/?
Author: Makiko Igami
Archive: ...
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...
About this slave-matter... I don't plan to make being a slave something people want to be, just something necessary. And those slaves will be treated with respect, they have their duties and that's it. 'Slave' is just the name for a kind of servant.
And I am happy to hear that I'm not the only one who wants to do something like what happened to Heero.
Oh and another thing!
*chuckles* You know... I'm sorry that I posted this on 2x1ML... It's going to be a 1x2 in the end, so... I'm not going to publish many more chapters here... >_> ... <_< That means... if you don't want me to... ^^;;

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'...' thoughts
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{...} Author's comments
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Duo crossed another corner and hid in a dark alleyway, his long hair between his fingers as he rebraided it quickly, panting frantically from the chase through half Atlantis.

"Man! I really hope she's not trying to bug me anymore..."

He chanced a glance out of the alleyway, sticking his head out casually, just to see a girl with short blue hair passing by, looking as if she was searching for something.

'Oh, Shit!'

Or rather somebody.

Certain somebody hid deeper in the shadows now, praying to the God and the Goddess that she would not notice him, that she would not look into this particular alley and if she did, he hoped that she thought it wasn't worth taking a closer look at.

The Gods were with him and as she had disappeared somewhere else, he sighed and slumped down, knees drawn to his chest, face hidden in the crooks of his elbows, hands buried in his long chestnut-colored hair.

"DAMN!"

The day had started so nicely. He woke up in some bed, and this alone was a reason for a whole week of celebration. Usually Duo lived on the streets and slept in some empty houses downtown, where it was even too poor for the poor people. He was happy whenever he found a blanket or something on which he could sleep.

But this day he woke up in a bright room with sunlight tickling his nose, on a very soft and clean bed. He had stretched and yawned and then realized that there was somebody else in this bed. His first reaction was to turn around and shrug it off.

He got up some time later and went to get some breakfast and everything would have been fine, if this woman hadn't mentioned that he deserved something better and that he would get it if he just stayed with her.

As her slave.

And that was the point where Duo decided that he wanted to get out of this house as soon as possible, a nice warm bed and food didn't matter.

He was living on the streets but still he was free. And that was nothing that he would give up so easily. He felt that one day the person would come for whom he would give up anything, his freedom, his life, whatever; but this girl ? what was her name? Oh yes, Hilde ? was certainly *not* this particular one.

So he fled.

That was one of the things he was good in, running away. And hiding. And ? damn! ? did he have to do that a lot!

He wasn't a thief, not really, he just took an apple or a piece of bread whenever he needed one and nobody was in range he could use his charms on to make him or her buy it for him. Even somebody like him who was used to survive days without food needed nutrition from time to time!

Sighing again, Duo picked himself up from the ground. He needed somebody to talk to.

Right now.

.oOo.

"Yo, Q-man! I didn't know you were here!"

The blond-haired creature with soft turquoise eyes turned around from where he was supposed to be looking straight at his mistress with all the other slaves that were following her. Immediately he recognized the person in the crowd who was talking to him and smiled. He slowed down a bit, carefully that nobody noticed how he let himself drop behind the others and disappeared in the hidden passage where a chestnut braid had disappeared a few seconds ago.

"Duo! It's you! I though you were in the other corner of the city!"

Duo smirked self-confidently and put his hands on his hips.

"Things turned out to be different in the end. You know, this chick I met..."

Quatre sighed inwardly and already knew where this conversation was heading. Duo was about to say that he fell in love with her, that he found his niche in life and that he was going to marry her. Like the other twenty-seven times before.

In the end he had disappeared from all of them because they `weren't his type´. Quatre was slightly surprised that there were still people that didn't know the grinning young man in front of him.

"...and then I kissed him."

'...Him?'

Quatre blinked and stared at his friend in surprise.

"Duo, I seem to have missed something. I thought you were talking about a woman?"

"Ne Quatre, do you even *listen* to what I say?" Duo sighed, rubbing his temples absent-mindedly. "I just told you how I escaped from her house when she wanted me to be her slave and how she was chasing me around on the big market place!"

"Oh."

Quatre managed to look sheepish and excusatory at the same time. Duo sighed again, looking at his longest and best friend forgivingly. He knew the blonde knew his stories almost better than he did, but this time something new happened.

"Anyways I turned around, telling her I already belonged to somebody else, but well, she didn't believe me. Heh, who would after *that* kind of night..."

He grinned and watched how a blush graced Quatre's pale cheeks as he was fidgeting where he stood.

"Duo... just go on with the story, will you? I don't need the details of that *night*..."

Laughing, Duo patted him on the shoulder.

"Quatre, has anybody told you that you're cute when you're feeling uncomfortable like this?"

"Yes, you," Quatre said, glaring slightly. "Don't try that again, you know it's not going to work!"

"Oh, Q-tip. You sure you don't want even the smallest kiss from Mr-I-could-get-them-all-I'm-just-to-lazy-to-ask-them?"

"No!"

Duo laughed even harder then. "Quatre, you're even cuter when you fume like this. No surprise this chick keeps you on such a short leash."

This time Quatre's glare was real, and Duo decided that this would be the perfect moment to get back to his story and to stop flirting with the blond slave.

"Erm... well... uh... I pointed to somebody in the crowd and said that this was the one I'm in love with and that she was really just a nice distraction for one night, which made her kinda furious, and slapped me right into the face, saying that if I were in love with him, I had to kiss him as a prove. She said his reaction would be proof enough for her."

Quatre blinked surprised.

"Him?"

Duo turned away and sighed.

"Yeah, *him*. I had pointed to some random person in the crowd, remember?"

Quatre blinked again, and nodded slowly. He knew that Duo hit on men sometimes, too, when he was in desperate need of food and money, but usually he went out for women.

"And well, it wasn't even a bad choice, you know? Lean muscles, an almost melancholic romantic look on his face as he was staring up to the sky as if he was waiting for somebody... Damn, I still can't believe how *gorgeous* he looked while Taiyou was playing with the color of his hair! If I didn't know any better I'd say he was the lost son of Taiyou and Hisakata! But why would the son of the God and the Goddess stand in midst the most crowded place of Atlantis just to stare at the clouds?"

Quatre sighed. This legend was really getting to Duo. The lost son of Taiyou and Hisakata who is said to wander around Atlantis like a mere mortal just as Duo and Quatre; he really wanted to meet him.

"So what? Did you walk up to him, tap him on the shoulder, saying 'Excuse me' and kiss him, or what?"

He could see how Duo's jaw literally dropped to the floor.

"Who told you?!"

"YOU DID?!?"

"Er, well... sorta..."

Duo grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head, right at the base of his braid. He sighed out loudly before he continued to talk.

"I... tugged at the ribbon on the end of my hair, making it fall loose around my shoulder and hoped that he would mistake me for a girl, THEN did I tap him on the shoulder, said 'Excuse me' and kissed him on the lips." He chuckled. "You should have seen his face! He looked like this was his first kiss! Blue eyes as dark as the sky shortly after sunset..."

His eyes were getting all dreamy again, cheeks a bit redder than usual and Quatre was about to tell him to hurry up, since he couldn't stay away from his master for too long but he was happy that his friend had had so much fun kissing a complete stranger.

'... ookay... this is strange, Quatre, and you know that. ... But it's Duo, so maybe it's not *that* strange at all.'

"I'm pretty sure he thought I was a girl. I don't think he would have tried to wrap his arms around a *man*!"

"And what did you do then?"

All self-confident now again, Duo grinned.

"I made sure Hilde had seen the show, whispered 'Thank you' and disappeared in the crowd again. I'm sure that guy doesn't know *now* what came over him."

.oOo.

In fact Heero would still be standing at this place on Easter Uptown's market place if Trowa hadn't hurried over to him, yelling something that he didn't understand.

"Trowa, who was that girl?"

He saw Trowa's visible eye blink in surprise.

"That's exactly what I just asked *you*! *You* kissed her, no *I*! Usually you know people before you kiss them!"

Heero glared at his best friend.

"Well, I'm sorry, but she didn't introduce herself, she just kissed me!"

Nobody noticed it, but on a nearby counter that sold glass jewelry, one especially nice looking necklace of dark violet pearls suddenly exploded into thousand little pieces. The merchant who sold them just looked irritated at the shards and brushed them off the table.

Meanwhile Trowa and Heero were still arguing.

"So *if* you didn't know her then would you have the mercy to tell a simple servant-slave like I am, why did you wrap your arms around her?"

Heero glared some more.

"Because I liked it? Because it was my first kiss? Because my body did what it wanted to do? I have *no* idea, Trowa!"

Trowa glared back at his best friend before his eyes narrowed.

"You like her."

"Yes!"

Heero was just as surprised as Trowa by this growled answer. He didn't even notice that he had said it. He just heard the word when it slipped over his lips.

All anger suddenly vanished from his face and was replaced by complete puzzlement.

"I... I mean..."

"Heero, it's too late. You confessed and I heard it. There's nothing that can make me forget it."

Trowa smiled to himself and turned away, resuming to pull the wagon back home.

"Trowa, I... I need to see her again."

"Well, there are just about one million people here on Atlantis, do you think you even have the *slightest* chance of finding her?"

Just seeing the determined look in Heero's usually cold and emotionless eyes made him shiver slightly. The sound of something breaking into thousand little pieces seemed more than just coincidal.

"I *will* see her again."

Trowa was shivering in fear by now. Heero was never so determined before. Not even when he bargained with the most stubborn merchant in all Atlantis.

To his left the poor merchant started screaming as she noticed that *all* of her fake jewelry was shattered into thousand little pieces.

"Okay..."

.oOo.

"Duo, are you sure about this? I mean, you just moved out of this girl's house and she seemed to be very nice..."

Duo snorted.

"Yeah, for a slave merchant! Look, I was really overwhelmed by this bed, but I would *never* let myself made a slave just because of a soft bed!"

Quatre sighed.

"Look, I didn't mean *that*. I meant, are you sure you want to go to that club tonight?"

"Of course! I need a new source of income! And there's no better place for finding one like this place!"

"Okay, but I want you to take this," Quatre said and handed his best friend a few pieces of paper from the back of his belt.

Duo took the notes and stuffed them hastily into his self-sewn-looking, rather stolen white tunic's purse.

"Thanks a million, Q-man!" he said, winking as he passed his friend, heading for the crowded streets again. "And tell that bitch to go and fuck herself from time to time!"

Quatre stared at the retreating back of his friend while he dissolved into the crowd. 'She does that every night...' he thought and turned a very bright shade of red, before he hurried out of the ally himself, to catch up with the other slaves that accompanied his mistress Dorothy.

To be continued...
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