Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Memories of a Bloody Past ❯ Chapter 9

Title: Memories of a Bloody Past
Genre: Violence, mystical stuff, demons, AU, language, angst, death (none of the pilot), I'll add more if anymore comes up
Summary: Duo is a nameless demon that was once a heartless murderer of the innocent. Heero is a warrior who is set on making the demon pay for his wicked ways. When he finally confronts the demon, he finds that he has lost his memory. Is this a trick or is something really amiss.
Disclaimer: Nanashi is the name I got off a fic. It means 'No name' or something like that. I want to give the idea to the writer being that that's where I got the idea. I can't remember your name, but you know who you are, hopefully. I don't own Gundam Wing...the plot bunny won't stop biting me. They're pink and rabid, ya know, so don't sue. All you will get is a handful of pocket lent.
Pairings: Haven't of any past 1x2, but I'll keep you updated on that situation.

 

A/N: Hey, I'm back! Well, only because a certain kitty went around reviewing my really old fics. Just because I am a cat person, I'll update.

 

Bombayoni: Ryoukai! I'll get right on it. Give me a little time though, it's been a while since I last thought and saw this fic.

 

Chapter 9:

 

The young master came to at the feel of something wet lapping at his face. His head felt like it was filled with cotton and his body tingled all over.

 

“Master Yuy? Please wake up.” Came the soft plea. Someone ran a shaky hand over his forehead. Heavy cobalt eyes opened then shut.

 

“Where are we?” Heero croaked. It was far too bright for them to still be in the confines of his home.

 

“We're outside the borders of your father's land.”

 

At this, Heero sat straight up despite his body's protests. He had never been that far from the village. He looked anxiously around and found everything was true. There was vegetation as far as the eye could see.

 

“Why are—“ No sooner had he began to question why they were there, memories of what had happened flooded his head. Heero shuddered and whimpered as his mother's dying words echoed in his ears. “What about the village?” He asked weakly.

 

His eyes found only two friends. Trowa and Towa looked worriedly at the brunette.

 

“The village was burnt down last night. I don't know how we got out here, but we are.” Trowa swallowed nervously and looked around again. “No one other than us survived.” He informed sadly. His emerald eyes were focused on the dewy patch of grass they laid on.

 

“But Mother!” Heero stood and wobbled. Trowa was immediately by his side. The smaller boy fought against the aide but soon tired. “We have to save my mother.”

 

“She…Mistress Amorri is dead.”

 

Heero stopped his struggles and looked at his long term friend. Trowa met his gaze unflinchingly. “No….no….No! She's not dead! She's not!” The struggling redoubled and soon the taller boy was on his back staring up at the young master. “S-she said that sh-she w-would be there after dad left!” Heero shouted angrily. His little hands were clenched tight at his sides.

 

“I'm…I'm sorry, Heero.” Trowa said softly.

 

All anger left the youth leaving him tired mentally and physical. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks. “NO! This isn't supposed to happen!” Heero screamed as he pulled at his hair. He sobbed heavily until his face was flushed and his eyes were just as red.

 

All the while, Trowa remained silent as he quietly mourned over his own losses.

****

(back at the temple)

 

Trieze stared up at the four Guardians. If his eyes weren't playing tricks on his, he would've sworn that the Guardian of Light had disappeared and reappeared soon after. The older blonde Guardian only looked blankly into space. His chiseled features were drawn up as if he pitied something.

 

“Your young master has been protected.” The Guardian of Justice said quietly. For once, his noble features weren't scowling. Instead he looked at the general with compassionate eyes.

 

The tawny haired man bowed deeply. “Thank you. Mistress Amorr-“

 

“Is dead.” The Guardian of Innocence finished his sentence. Trieze looked at the young blonde unbelievingly. “She is gone from this world but she is happy.”

 

The general choked back a sob and bowed deeply again before taking his leave.

****

(the ruins of the village)

 

All was eerily quiet around the once thriving village. Nothing but charred remains of buildings and its inhabitants gave evidence that people once flourished there. Among the blacks and grays of the grave site, a single rose grew where the noble house of Lord Odin once stood.

 

Beside the rose lay a body that had been untouched by the destructive flames. A black clad boy with a long chestnut plait of hair. His heart-shaped face was scuffed with cinder and his clothes faded with a thin film of ash.

 

“Well done, me boy.” An old man with a protruding nose stared down at the sleeping youth. His hair was cut in an odd mushroom shape and a hideous scar twisted and danced on his cheek. “You'll soon be free.” The old man said tenderly. His faded eyes were grief-stricken as he knelt beside the boy. He placed two hands over the youth's wrist, one overlapping the other and began to chant.

 

“Protegerse contre malheur del mundo.(1)”

 

A violet light shimmered under the man's hands. When he took them away from over the boy's wrist, two black metal cuffs adorned each.

 

“Sepa no tristesse, Shinigami (2).” With that, the man was gone.

 

Shinigami's eyes opened slowly. He blinked owlishly at his surroundings. Every things was in desolation. The violet eyed boy stood with a supernatural grace. Charred splinters and ash fell from his body.

 

“Where am I?” His voice was a smooth timbre with a youthful touch of innocence. “Who am I?”

 

//Find him!//

 

The boy winced and shivered at the sound of voice. It was familiar but he could think of from where he knew it.

 

//Find him NOW!//

 

Shinigami's knee buckled under him. The demanding pull on his subconscious continued its assault.

 

//Find him//

 

“Find….him.” The innocence in the youthful voice quickly drained away. The boy straightened again.

****

(temple)

 

“You have some nerve showing up here again.” The red haired Guardian seethed. Though his voice portrayed displeasure, his face remained passive.

 

“Please, hear me out. Shinigami is in great danger.” The elder man begged.

 

“Speak, G.” The raven haired Guardian barked.

 

“I'm afraid that J has more power over Shinigami than I thought. I placed a spell of protection over him but it seems that it isn't strong enough. I think it would be best if this Master Yuy was trained to destroy or save Shinigami.”

 

“Preposterous!” The Guardian of Hell growled. His neon green eyes glittered dangerously making G cower. “We won't stand by and let Shinigami be destroyed.”

 

“But you'll stand around and watch him being controlled? He's taking innocent lives! Surely you can do something!” G countered.

 

“We shall.” The elder Guardian said determinedly.

 

G stepped back nervously. Each deity began to glow and radiate awesome power.

 

“We are unable to do anything until the night of the yellow moon. However, you are to take the youth into your wing and train him. He mustn't die before his eighteenth winter on this planet. When the time comes, we'll make our presence known.”

 

G nodded solemnly.

 

“As proof you will wear the sign of the Guardian of Loyalty.”

 

G stiffened. That particular Guardian had gone missing around the same time as Shinigami. He looked anxiously at the emerald throne beside the Guardian of Innocence.

 

Before he could protest liquid fire began to flow through his chest. He cried out and fell to his knees under the intense pain. He could see the emerald green markings of the Guardian of Loyalty glow under his thin white tunic. When it was over, he was left breathing heavily and clutching at his chest.

 

“Be on your way.”

 

 

 

TBC……

 

A/N: Hey! Okay, I had to think of a bad guy and what do you know! J happens to be there. I don't know why I wanted G to be a good guy. I don't really like any of the mad five. Review if you're still interested in this. If not, I'll leave it here.

 

This was a mix of Spanish and French: To protect one from the evil of the world

Likewise: Know no sadness, Shinigami

 

A/N: Just to get this out of the way, I'll tell you which Guardian is which.

 

Quatre Guardian of Innocence

Zech Guardian of Light

Wufei Guardian of Justice

OC Guardian of Hell

Duo Guardian of Death (Shinigami)

?? Guardian of Loyalty