Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Love During A Demon War ❯ Shinigami to the Rescue ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
A/N: Here's my first GW fanfic! I was writing a fic with Vanilla Skywalker, and I decided to go into my character's background...that happens in most of the fics I write. Well, this takes place in Hell, Shinigami being the ruler there. Please, only good reviews, and constructive critizism.


Chapter 1

Walking down the dimly lit hallways, Shinigami thought to himself about his life. What was it for, exactly? Death, war, slavery...was that all he was meant to do? Was he not meant to love, or experience true happiness? He laughed to himself. *I'm starting to sound like Heero...*


Pausing to look through each door, Shinigami wondered who he was going to sleep with tonight. Sure, he never actually LOVED anyone...but, hey, a man has needs, no? Sadly, though, each girl was the same. They sat there, scared out of their minds, never even participating. Too many rumors about Shinigami raping them, killing them, and then feeding them to his hounds had frightened the poor women. He sighed. *I suppose I could find Rochelle again. She wasn't that bad.*


His ears then picked up the faint sound of yelling. A young woman's voice, kind of an angelic one, was screaming to let her go. He walked a little further to the noise, hearing one of his own guard's voices shout 'No!' The next sound was a thump, indicating that the baton had been used on her. He then started to run toward the voices. No one, absolutely NO ONE abused HIS slaves and lived!


He got right outside the door, when he saw what actually was going on inside. The guard lay in the corner, chain marks around his neck from being strangeled with the young girl's chain. He chuckled a little and turned to the girl. His laughter stopped immediately as he stared at this red-haired vixen. She had shoulder length blood red hair, a couple of streaks of black running through her bangs. Her pale skin, lightly kissed by moonlight, reminded him of ivory or snow. Her big, violet eyes stared at his cobalt blue ones, the stars shining in them. Her lips were pink, like rose buds, with her fangs slightly showing out of the corners of her mouth. The one feature you couldn't miss, thought, were the dark black wings protruding from her back. That's when Shinigami almost gasped. *They have a Dark Angel...here?!*


The girl looked at Shinigami, cocked an eyebrow, and said, rather rudely, "Who are you?"


Shinigami, surprised by her blunt attitude, smirked. "I am the owner of this castle, and the God of Death. People fear my name, and for someone to talk to me like that would usually result in their untimely end..."


The young girl's eyes widened. "O-oh...I-I am s-so sorry..." A small blush crossed her cheeks, making her look even more beautiful in Shinigami's eyes.


"You had better be..." He looked down and saw that the girl had fallen into an immediate kneeling position out of deference for her god. He rolled his eyes. "Get up." The girl struggled to her feet, her knees being injured when a guard trying to bust her kneecaps. Shinigami looked at her in surprise. "What's wrong? Did they hurt you?"


"A little. One of them tried to rape me." Again, Shinigami noticed that this girl held nothing back. He also noticed that he was beginning to be more and more attracted to her.


"Tell me which ones. I'll have them all killed." The angel pointed over to the corner where there were at least three dead guards. *Well, this girl has some spunk. She may be fun...* "Oh."


The girl blushed, realizing that she looked horrible. "I'm sorry. I must look completely horrible right now." She ran a hand through her dirty hair, being that she had been locked up in a cell for a few days.


"It's alright. What is your name, girl?" Shinigami questioned. She would be one he returned to. The feelings he felt for her, he had never felt before. He wanted to go over and hold her, breaking off all the chains and shackles, taking her into his arms, and making love to her like he had never experienced before. He had fucked plenty of women, but had never actually made love, since he had loved none of them.


"My name is Aeries." Her voice broke through his thoughts, causing him to look at her.


"Aeries, huh? Nice name. A sign of the zodiac that resides under fire. I take it you like fire, then?" Shinigami smirked as she blushed.


"Well, yes I do. May I ask you a question?"


"Shoot."


"How much longer am I going to have to stay here?"


Shinigami almost smiled, something rare from him. "Come with me." He took her pale hand, unlocking the shackles and letting them fall to the floor. She seemed hesitant. *Damnit! Perhaps she knows about those rumors too...* "Don't worry. I'm not as mean to women as the rumors say." This seemed to relax her a bit, but not all the way. Maybe she didn't believe him. *Well,* he smirked, *she soon will...*


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A/N: There's the first chapter! More to come!