Darkness and Light
By DuoLordOfDeath
Disclaimer: Uh, no, who ever said I owned Gundam Wing
anyways?
Ominous
darkness...symbolic of death and pain. Ancients feared the inky blackness,
afraid of the demons that might rise from the depths of damnation and destroy
them. Darkness, portrayed as unloving, unforgiving, and merciless, a ruthless
entity of destruction.
Beautiful
light...representative of heaven and hope. The halos of angels carry this
beauty with them, and use it to banish the foreboding black of night. Kind,
lovely, and divine, light symbolizes the power of the celestial beings and the
grace of their presense.
Unloving
and gentle. Merciless and kind. Darkness and light. Complete opposites in every
way, enemies in the heavins and in the Pit. They say that darkness cannot love
and light must obliterate darkness. And, above all else, they must never fall
in love with one another....
*************
Hell's
gates. He knew them well. Gnarled black iron bars twisted into grotesque shapes
held the horrid fires of damnation within, and it bathed it's immortal, evil
prisoners in eternal torture. The screams were deafening in his ears, and
insane crys of acknowledging his new presense filled the air as the prisoners'
long, writing arms stretched out to him from the bars. But it was unusual to
see an angel of light flying near the gates of Hell. Ususally, the only angels
who traveled here were messenger angels. Even more serious was the fact that he
was forbidden to come here, and had to sneak here. A figure caught the angel's
keen aqua eyes, a figure he knew well from his previous, also secret visits
here. He landed lightly on the dark crimson ground and approached the stoic
demon. The demon looked quite human, except for the blackened red wings that
stretched from his bare back. His prussian blue eyes regarded the angel with
recognition, and nodded.
"Heero..I'm
sorry to trouble you..but I wanted to see him again..."
"Don't
apologize, Quatre. Follow me, and I'll escort you to his chambers. Don't mind
any of the shouts from the Flames, just keep your eyes on me."
Quatre
nodded, and tucked his snowy white wings against his back, shielding them from
the searing embers. He silently followed the Demon of Destruction through the
maze of mishapen black walls, his mind only on one thing.
His
forbidden love.
*************
The dim
torches cast an eerie glow upon the pacing, winged figure as he walked around
his small, darkened room. The dim firelight glinted in his shaded amethyst
eyes, and cast his shadow over the walls and floor of the room. His stong yet
slim arms were crossed over his toned, bare chest, and sheened lightly with a
slight coating of perspriation. As he walked, his long chesnut braid moved
slightly over his leathery black batlike wings, and brushed against the top of
his long, loose ebony pants.
"Damn
it..." he muttered, putting a hand to his forehead. "What are we
supposed to do? Angels and demons aren't supposed to love one another..and yet
we do...Quatre...I wish you were here to give me some calm...if only we didn't
have to risk everything...."
A knock
upon the black stone and iron door brought the distraught Shinigami out of his
thoughts. He straightened his hair and clothing and cleared his face of
emotion, then stood straight.
"Come
in."
The
door opened, and Heero walked in, a stern look upon his features. The Japanese
boy stood for a moment, then spoke.
"Duo,
you have a visitor. I"ll make sure that you aren't disturbed."
"Oh,
okay. Send them in."
Heero
nodded, then walked back out into the stone corridor.
"Here
you are."
"Thanks
again, Heero."
Duo
took a deep breath at the second voice, and gaped as an all-too-familiar being
entered his chambers. The pale golden hair, surrounded by a lovely aura of
light, moved slightly with his gentle movements. His whole bodyglowed with
heavenly radiance, his ivory wings tucked behind him. The snowy white pants
that he wore rustled slightly, held up with a slender golden cord.
"Duo..."
Quatre whispered after Heero closed the door. He smiled gently.
"Quatre!"
the God of Death cried, rushing forward. He grasped the angel's hands
tightly and pulled the blond to him.
"Quatre, you shouldn't be here! It's dangerous! What if we were
caught?" Duo looked into the Arabian's determined aquamarine eyes, and
sighed with a smile. Duo pulled him into his embrace and gently touched the
wings upon Quatre's back. "But..I am very glad to see you, my Angel of
Light.."
Quatre
smiled, and put a hand to Shinigami's warm cheek. The light that emmited from
his body danced across his face gently, lighting up his darkened eyes and
gently soothing the troubled god's nerves and emotions. Duo smiled back, and
kissed his forehead gently.
"Who'd
have thought that the God of Death himself would fall in love with an
angel....we've risked a lot to see each other...what would happen if we were
caught, Quatre?"
"Let's
not think about it right now, Duo...I.." Quatre smiled a bit and blushed
lightly, looking down a bit. "I..Duo, please...make love to me...if we get
caught soon, then we will already be one, and can never really be seperated no
matter what the punishment may be....please...I love you, Duo.."
Duo,
although a bit surprised by the angel's tender request, smiled softly and
leaned in, gently pressing his lips against his angel's own sweet mouth. Quatre
gently elongted his wings and wrapped them around him and Duo, encasing them in
a feathery white world, just the two of them, The God of Death and the Angel of
Light.
Thus,
the Darkness and the Light became one...
***************
"Hmm...where
could he be? I've been looking for him all day..." Trowa Barton replied
softly to himself. He opened his long white wings and took to the sky,
continuing his search. He was thankful that he hadn't recieved a message to deliver
today, because he needed to speak with his best friend, Quatre Winner. Trowa
had noticed that he had been acting peculiar for a while, and wanted to see
why. He landed near a young woman and approached her. "Iria, have you seen
your brother?"
The
blon woman shook her her head. "Not today, Trowa, but I do have something
for you to deliver. It's from the Hall of the Dead. They need a consensus from
Shinigami. I need you to deliver this message directly to Shinigami himself. No
one else."
Trowa
sighed and shook his head. "Okay. Guess my search will have to wait.
Thanks."
And
with that, Trowa spread his wings and began his long, lonely descent to Hell.
The wind whipped his hair a bit, moving it away from his eye repeatedly. He
ignored this though, his mind elsewhere. As the gloomy gates of his destination
came into view, he noticed that the guardian of the gates wasn't there. He
thought it odd that the Demon of Destruction wasn't there, but shrugged it off
and flew over the gates and landed on the scorching ground. The hellish
creatures that were gathered near his landing spot scurried away, afraid of his
heavenly powers. Only the most powerful demons and Shinigami himself were
invulnerable to an angel's powers. Only the more powerful Teraphim could combat
them.
He
walked through the blackened corridors until he found the God of Death's
chambers, and the Gatekeeper of Hell guarding the door. The stern demon
regarded the angel stoically as he drew nearer, and crossed his arms.
"What
do you need?"
"I
have a message for Shinigami."
"I
cannot let anyone disturb him. He has given me strict orders not to let anyone
enter his chambers. Give me the message, and I shall relay it to him as soon as
he is finished."
"No,
I have strict orders from the Hall of the Dead to deliver this to Shinigami
directly as soon as I get here. Please, step aside."
"The
Hall of the Dead?" Heero could not argue when it came to the Hall of the
Dead, even if he had orders from the God of Death. Reluctantly, he stepped
aside, closing his eyes as Trowa walked to the door and opened it.
Trowa
walked into the dim room, and gasped at the sight before him. He stood stark
still, silent and unmoving. Two figures lay asleep in the bed before him, the
arms of Shinigami around the other, slightly smaller being. The light from the
smaller boy and the white wingsquickly gave away that he was an angel, and
Trowa immeadiatly recognized him.
"Quatre!?"
The
halo around the sleeping angel quickly brightened as he was shaken out of
sleep, and he gasped as he took in the sight of his best friend. He did not
look ashamed, but afraid.
"Trowa!
Please..listen to me..."
Duo
looked upon Trowa silently, his greatest fear becoming reality. Behind the
messenger, Heero stood, and Duo knew that there was nothing that the demon
could have done to stop the angel. He brought himself back to the conversation
between Trowa and Quatre, and closed his eyes.
"Quatre...is
this why you have been acting so strange? Disappearing without a trace,
figiting whenever I got a message to deliver to Shinigami? Is this why?"
Trowa's voice remained calm and level, not accusing and degrading. Trowa was
not angry, but he had wished that Quatre had told him sooner. Then maybe there
would have been time to help the two lovers.
Quatre
silently nodded, his gaze never breaking from Trowa's. "Please,
Trowa..." Quatre's voice was stern and smooth. "Please don't tell the
Hall of Judgement...at least, don't let them accuse Duo..let them take me..but
not him..."
Trowa
shook his head. "I wish..I didn't have to tell them about either of
you..but as a messenger angel, it is my duty to tell them about you both. I
wish I could help you...I'll make sure that your judgements are fair...I hope
you can both forgive me..."
"I
understand...." Duo replied. He nodded to Trowa quietly. "We wanted
to be together, and now we must pay for breaking taboo..."
Quatre
nodded. "It's okay, Trowa...you are obligated to do this... I don't blame
you...."
Trowa
nodded, then turned around. "I'll leave to let you get ready. Be ready in
about 3 minutes..oh, Duo?"
"..Yes?"
"Who
do you want me to give the message to?"
"To
Heero..."
Trowa
nodded, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He turned to
Heero and told him what he was supposed to tell Shinigami. Heero nodded, and
walked off to begin the task of maintaining a consensus. A few moments later,
Duo and Quatre emerged from the room, and Trowa nodded.
"Follow
me..."
*******************
Duo and
Quatre sat at opposite ends of the great hall, Trowa standing near the large
podium in the center. Angels, Seraphim, and other heavenly beings had gathered
to see the spectacle, and many were shouting about the desecration that Quatre
had commited against himself. Rage boiled in Duo's mind, but it was quickly
silenced as Trowa clapped his hands curtly, and stepped aside. In walked a thin
but imposing angel. His ebony eyes were firm and serious as he walked to the
center of the room, a book in his hands. His black hair was smoothed back into
a small ponytail, and his wings were of gleaming golden feathers. He took a
stand at the podium and took a breath. Quatre knew him well. Wufei, the Angel
of Judgement...he was one of Quatre friends as well, and he could tell that it
would be hard for Wufei to rule against him and Duo.
"Silence!"
Wufei's smooth voice rang out through the hall. The assembly became quiet, and
Wufei took a breath as he looked from Quatre to Duo then back to his book. The
aura around his head wafted with thought as he read what had happened, then he
looked back up.
"It
says here, that you," the Chinese youth replied, pointing to Quatre,
"Quatre, was seen sleeping with Duo, the God of Death, by Trowa Barton,
who was to deliver a message to Shinigami. Is that correct?"
Quatre
stood and took a breath. "Yes, this is true." His voice was clear and
serious. A hushed whisper echoed about the hall as he stood, unmoving and
proud. He was not ashamed of his love.
"And
how long have you been seeing him, exactly?"
Quatre
paused for a moment, thinking. "About two and a half years, Your
Honor."
Wufei
managed to keep a serious face, devoid of surprise. "And you have been
secretly seeing him ever since?"
"Yes,
sir."
Wufei
nodded, and wrote this down. "And did you know that it is strictly
forbidden by celestial law for an angel and a demon to associate in this
manner?"
"Yes,
I am quite aware of this."
As
Quatre stated his case, Duo felt deep admiration for his angelic lover grow. He
was not afraid at all. He stood proud and tall, wings slightly outstretched,
hands at his sides.
"Alright.
Quatre, as punishment for breaking this taboo, you are hereby stripped of your
status, and are banished to live on Earth as a human, amidst chaos and
devastation. People will shun you, and others will accept you." Wufei
closed his eyes as he spoke. "I have spoken."
Quate
bowed his head, and looked over to Duo as his wings began to vanish. Duo,
realizing that this may be the last time that he would ever see his angel,
stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over with a clatter. He rushed across the
hall, the audience of beings gasping at his bold, sudden move. He brought the
blond into his arms just as he began to fade, and kissed him deeply. Quatre
kissed back and pulled away gently, aqua eyes brimming with tears.
"I
love you..." And he was gone.
Duo
lowered his arms to his sides, tears streaking down his face. Trowa and a
fewothers managed to drag Shinigami back to his overturned seat, while others
managed to quiet the crowd down. Duo remained standing, and regarded Wufei
quietly,awaiting his punishment.
"Duo,
it is quite obvious from your rash actions that you have the same testimony as
Quatre. Am I correct?" Wufei asked levelly, watching him seriously.
Duo
raised his head, not caring that all of the Heavens would see the God of Death
himself weeping. "Yes, Your Honor. Exactly the same. I have no shame in
what I have done, because I loved that angel, and no one can sway me to speak
otherwise. I am ready to recieve
whatever punishment you have in store for me."
Wufei
nodded, and sighed. "Then, I bestow upon you the same punishment that
Quatre recieved. Except," Wufei added," That you will be living
amidst poverty and endless death, and there will be only one thing that will
stop this curse of death. But that you must discover for yourself." Wufei
slammed his book shut, signifying the end of the trial.
Duo
bowed his head and nodded. As he vanished, he turned to the crowd, and spread
his wings and arms out to the crowd, speaking one last statement before he
disappeared.
"Imagine...the
Darkness in Love with the Light..."
Those
were the last words of Shinigami.
~*Owari*~
To be continued! Part Two coming soon!
