Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sanctuaire ❯ Daylight Sanctum ( Chapter 1 )

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"Daylight Sanctum"

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A large bell rang, signaling that mass was going to begin. Students walked into the large, stone church, some hesitant, some socializing, others not really caring. At the head of the church stood the statue of the Virgin Mary, which had lead the Catholic religion for hundreds upon hundreds of years. The surrounding white candles, arranged in perfect order from smallest to largest, stood before the statue, glittering it with their small, dancing flames, their trails occasionally following a group of students.

It was always stuffy inside the church, one student in particular thought as he dragged his feet down the aisle. Some crowds of chattering students blocked ways into the pews, which annoyed Quatre more. It was only more difficult to find a pew all to oneself when most, especially towards the back of the cathedral, were filled with small spaces and clusters of students.

Thankfully, there was an entire row emptied. Quatre quickly made his way towards it, muttering apologies to students as he pushed his way through. Turning into the aisle of the pew, he saw that he wouldn't be alone. In the far, lonely end of the pew sat a tall brunette, his black book bag resting at his side and his hands folded neatly in his lap. Quatre greeted Trowa, receiving only a silent nod in return.

Quatre had just arrived at St. Alexandria Catholic School not even a week before. Having come from one of the wealthiest families in existence, he was immediately shunned from a majority of the student body, no matter how strong his social skills were. As he became more distantly acquainted with the students, he noticed that one student was shunned just as he. He didn't know why Trowa Barton was ignored. He seemed like any other student, except for his lack of social skills. Thankfully, he seemed to enjoy Quatre's company, though it was quite obvious that he wouldn't be admitting it any time soon.

Suddenly, the students sat themselves down and forced themselves quiet. In front of the Virgin Mary statue, the bishop stood, flipping through the pages of his bible. There was a visit twice a week from the small, elderly bishop, and the students showed their respects by obediently casting their attention to him every time he made an entrance. To the right of him, Quatre noticed, there was a new priest. He stood in his black attire, which was accompanied by a silver cross, hair long with a chestnut hue, pulled back into a braid.

"Trowa," Quatre whispered, leaning towards the silently boy, "who is that?"

Trowa stared up to the front of the church, his emerald eyes studying the unfamiliar figure. Finally, he shrugged his shoulders. Quatre leaned back into his seat, watching the new priest closely.

As the bishop began the teachings from his bible, the enigmatic priest turned and looked straight into Quatre's eyes. The blonde boy jumped, just as the violet eyed priest smiled. He raised a hand to wave quickly, just before he turned and disappeared behind the large statue. Quatre's eyes were still widened in surprise.

Where the students had entered the church, the door was almost ripped open, abruptly. The bishop and the students immediately whipped their heads to the opened door and saw a man dressed in a white robe, possessed with a head of uncombed chocolate brown hair, scanning his cobalt colored eyes about the holy place. Everyone was silent; it seemed as if nobody knew who this man was. Quatre himself was quiet surprised. First, the strange priest, and now, this oriental looking man at the doorway.

With a shake of his head and a bow for the bishop, the strange man left, almost as quickly as he came. As if nothing happened, the bishop continued with the lesson, the students focusing back up to him. Quatre glanced at Trowa, while the latter did the same. Neither of them knew what just happened.

***

The last bell of school rang loudly. With a sigh of relief, Quatre grabbed his book bag and instantly headed towards the classroom door. As he removed himself from the crowded classroom and pushed his way down the small corridor, he heard various students talking about the incident in mass earlier that day. Apparently, not even the priests who were at the church knew who the man in the white robe was. Nobody mentioned the priest with the braid.

"Demons!"

Quatre stopped at his locker and began working at the combination.

"There are demons in the school!"

"It was in the church, Relena. Demons can't go into churches!"

Opening his locker, the blonde began to pay more attention to eavesdropping.

"I've seen them before! It doesn't matter if they're in a church or a graveyard; that HAD to be a demon! Nobody can leave just like that!"

Students began to laugh.

"Or it could have been an angel, you know! I can see them too!"

The laughter grew. Quatre growled, silently. He slammed his locker shut and turned, wanting to leave the school as far behind him as possible. He didn't like the school; he wasn't even Catholic. Yet, St. Alexandria Catholic School was the closest to a private school available when Quatre arrived. His father refused him to be home schooled. He almost hated him for that.

Quatre kept his head down as he walked steadily towards the entrance of the school, brushing by various students, yet refusing to apologize. There were too many people in such a small corridor, talking, laughing, and some arguing. There was no sign of Trowa anywhere. Quatre realized how much he could use his company right about now, even if he didn't say much. There were just too many strange faces, all crowded into one area, seeming as if to keep Quatre trapped inside the horrid, ancient building.

As he continued to walk and literally push his way through, a hand reached out and firmly grabbed Quatre by the shoulder. With an irritated grunt, he turned to see who has a grip on him. He looked up to meet a pair of dark brown eyes; into the face of one of the upper classmen, who had golden hair cut to his chin.

"Hey," the boy said, literally jerking Quatre around to fully face him, "the fuck was that for?"

Quatre kept his annoyance under control. He bit his lower lip, before turning his head away from the taller boy.

"Sorry," he muttered. The taller blonde pushed Quatre away from him, and then folded his arms over his chest. Looking up to him again, Quatre immediately saw that the upperclassman was not alone. He had a small gang of three other upperclassmen with him, all about the same height, and two with brown hair, another one with dirty blonde.

"Where you goin' so fast?" said the boy in front of Quatre. Quatre quickly scanned the four before him, and then slowly began to back away. Reaching out and grabbing his shoulder again, the tall blonde yanked Quatre towards him.

"I SAID-"

"Let him go, Ian!"

A girl with dusty blonde hair stood to the side, her lips pinched in anger and her hands at her hips. The boy who had a grip on Quatre smirked.

"What for, Relena? Is he a fucking angel too?" he said, the gang of three behind him laughing. Relena strode up to him and raised a hand, as if to strike him. The students who were about the corridor stopped to witness the event, curious of what was happening. The pressure of wondering eyes began to make Quatre's stomach turn.

"Let him go!" she said, striking Ian across the face, just as Quatre thought she would. Ian's reaction caused him to let go of Quatre, as he suddenly turned to Relena and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"IAN MCNEIL!!"

Ian stopped and glared at an oncoming teacher. Quatre chose that moment to slip away from the scene, unnoticed. Luckily for him, it worked.

***

`I really wish Dad would hire someone to pick me up after school,' Quatre thought to himself as he dragged his feet along the concrete sidewalk. He really hated walking to and from school. He lived in a rather large, four story mansion that sat atop a hill a few dozen blocks from the school. Quatre preferred not to ride the school bus, because it was too crowded, the same reason why he didn't ride on the public bus. He didn't mind the long walk... much. It wasn't that the route itself was long, but the fact that he was walking in sometimes crowded streets really irritated him. After all, before he was moved to the city, he did live in the spacious country.

Up the hill en route to his mansion, Quatre had to pass through an almost isolated park. The small trails through it were full of foliage, and weeds were beginning to cover up the grassy areas. Only twice had Quatre passed some people in the park; it appeared that only couples who wished to leave the business of the city and come to a dying, isolated park made appearances. Of course, as Quatre thought, the less people, the better.

Halfway through the park, Quatre looked to his left and saw another trail that he had never seen before. Curious, he took a couple of steps towards it. The evening sun in the sky had just hid itself behind the mountains over towering the city, so there wasn't much light to see what was beyond the new trail. Quatre allowed his curiosity get the better of him, as he began to walk down the unknown trail.

Soon, after walking down the trail for about a minute, Quatre stood in an almost completely different landscape than in the park. The surrounding trees were full of green leaves, the grass was greener than it had been in the park, and there was a crystal clear pond in the center of the scene. A large willow tree stood over the pond, protecting its beauty with its long leaves.

Quatre heard something suddenly jump in the tree above him, causing its leaves to fall before him. Curious, the blonde glanced upwards at the tree and waited, expecting to see a cat or a squirrel run out of the tree. Neither happened.

With a light shrug, Quatre began to turn around to continue his route home, keeping in mind his new discovery. The tree shook again. Stopping mid-step, he looked up at the tree again. A sharp chill went through Quatre's body as he saw a shadowed figure in the tree, watching him steadily with bright, violet eyes.

"Who...?" Quatre began, suddenly unable to find his voice. The shadow with the violet eyes blinked, then before he knew what had happened to him, Quatre was pinned to the ground, on his back. He grunted loudly and struggled, trying to push whatever was on him off. It was strong; it was another person.

Having his wrists pinned at either side of him and his legs immobile by the weight of the person on top of him, Quatre bit his lower lip and opened his eyes. Hovering above him was a young man with the bright, violet eyes, a silver cross hanging from his neck, and long, brunette hair pulled back into a braid, wearing a priest's outfit...

With a loud gasp, Quatre's eyes widened as he saw the young man suddenly let go of one of his wrists and reach behind him to withdraw a long, silver rod. After the young man quickly scooted off Quatre's body slightly, he saw that what the stranger held was not a rod at all. It was a scythe.

Quatre opened his mouth to yell, or scream, or anything, but he made no sound. The stranger held a sadistic smirk upon his face, positioning the bladed weapon above his head. Without a word, he swung it down.

Quatre shut his eyes. He felt the weight pulled off his body. There was a grunt, a curse, then nothing. Sitting himself up slowly, he hesitantly peeked an eye open. In front of him stood a man with short, messy brown hair, wearing a white robe, complete with two, large white wings protruding out from either of his shoulder blades and arched, ready to give him assistance the instant he needed. Quatre instantly recognized him as the man from the school's church earlier that day. The young man in the priest's outside stood before the angel, his scythe in front of him, and a slight trickle of bright, red blood sluggishly making its way down his chin. Unlike the angel, he had two giant, black bat-like wings emerging from his back.

"... Shit, Heero. Lemme do my work!" the stranger in the priest attire yelled, lifting a hand to wipe away the blood from his mouth. The angel called Heero narrowed his eyes.

Quatre stood himself up slowly, brushing off his school uniform. He looked to the left of Heero and saw another angel, whose wings were arched just as the former's. This angel had black hair, tied back into a small, tight ponytail. He wore a blue tank top and white pants, his onyx eyes never leaving the demon in front of him.

"We're doing -our- work, Duo," said the black haired angel. The demon called Duo stood up fully and grasped his silver scythe, tightly.

"Let me kill the boy-" he began. Just than, Heero took a step back towards Quatre and extended his arms, as if to shield him.

"No," Heero bluntly replied. Duo glared, and then curled his lips into a smirk.

"A shinigami against two cherubim. Your odds don't look too well, Duo," said the black haired angel. Duo kept his smirk, yet Quatre could tell that there was a slight nervousness about him. He knew he wasn't going to win if he went against the two angels.

"... Fine, I'll let this one slip," he finally said, loosening his grip on his scythe and hauling it over his shoulder. He expanded his wings and took a step back.

"This one's important; you -know- I'mma come back to get `em!" he said, before taking a backwards leap into the air. With a flap of his wings, he was gone.

Quatre stood in place, his mouth open and his body frozen in awe. Heero finally turned and stared at him, piercing through his eyes with his sharp glare. The blonde almost felt like cowering before him. Without a word, Heero leapt into the air, his wings flapping in one, powerful strike, then within a blink, he was gone.

The black haired angel turned slightly to look at Quatre. Just as Heero, he leapt into the air, and was gone without a word.

Looking down at his hands, Quatre noticed that he was shaking. The sun's last rays had faded, and the dark, violet hue of the sky was being overpowered by the blue, then the black. It was going to be night soon.

Turning quickly, Quatre left the newly discovered pond, ran along the trail of the park up to his mansion, ran into his room, and slammed the door shut. He locked his door and windows, completely isolating himself into his chambers. He sat on his bed and hugged his knees, still shaking.

Overall, it wasn't a very normal day for Quatre.