Misjudged fates
By Forgetfull Would have just one 'l' but someone already had that name and my tired, undernurished, grey brain couldn't come up with anything else. It also couldn't come up with a good title for this story, so it'll have to stay like that now.
Summary: An angel fallen from heaven; A son of Satan banished to Earth and another training to kill in Hell. In the middle of a war between Hell and Heaven, can love bloom? 1x2 3x4 5x? (don't count on that one, can't think of who to put there.)
Warning: Shounen-ai. If you don't like that then don't read, I'm not forcing you to so I don't want to hear if you hated this. Maybe some Lemon later, but that's not a definate. I do however, want to hear comments and even flames, as long as they arn't 'this story is crap', cause that just doesn't help at all. I will gladly accept constructive criticism with open arms though, so please reveiw. Don't think there'll be any Relena bashing, since I don't plan on her being in this fic, but if she is there probably won't be.
Disclaimer: Come on people, would I own Gundam Wing? I would be a whole lot richer if I did I'm sure. And, like many people, I would have made Duo join in with killing Relena instead of stopping Heero. Heh heh...Evil Grin.
Misjudged fates
Quatre walked through the forest, tiny streams of sunlight suddenly illuminating his shoulders and then just as quickly dying away once more. Birds sang around him, and the whole place had an overwhelming smell of earth. He admired the beauty, the colour and detail of everything around him, and then the memory of why he was there came flooding back to him. He hadn't been able to kill.
.:Flashback:.
Quatre flinched as his father growled at him.
"You are hopeless! You showed me up in front of everyone! Why? Do you hate your own Father that much?" Anger welled up inside him, pushing aside tears he screamed back.
" Yes I hate you! You have no regard for any living thing!"
" It was a mouse!"
" It would have been no different had it been a demon, or an angel or even a human! You just don't care do you? Just kill everything that gets in the way right?" Quatre remembered the mouse. The way his father's friends had teased it, letting it run along the table almost to freedom, and then dragging it back by its tail. They had killed it just as mercilessly, each one amused by its death.
" No, I don't care. I'm the Overlord of Death for hell's sake! I am death, I have to be death and it is my nature to kill!" Satan was angry. His usual level head had been forgotten, only rage filled his mind.
" Then we must not be related! I must not be your son!"
" I have no son by your name. Go then! From tomorrow's dawn you are banished from hell. Heaven will not accept you, as if they ever would, son of the devil! You are condemmed to Earth, damned to rot there forever more!" And with that he stormed out of the room. His blue cloak flapping behind him, Quatre was left standing alone.
.:End Flashback:.
Quatre had never been able to kill. Nor to harm anything, it had shamed his Father terribly, and that night had been the final straw. He sighed. He had always been that way, as a young child growing up in Hell he had been teased by the other demons and by his brother, Heero. Heero could always kill. It seemed to be in his blood. Unlike me Quatre thought bitterly. The stench of car fumes had caught up with him, and the main road was in sight. He would have to hitch-hike to the nearest settlment. It was a good job he'd kept up with what the mortals invented and how they progressed, otherwise he may have been in even more trouble than he already was. A car began to slow down and Quatre tensed. Here was the ride to his new life.
Back in the forest:
A loud crashing was heard. Leaves and twigs came tumbling down in a flurry of movement, mixed with drops of crimson blood and shining white feathers. When the dust finally settled, it revealed a scene of complete destruction. And right in the middle of the chaos, there was a winged figure clothed in muddied white robes and with long chestnut hair that pooled around him, in the same way his blood did.
Wufei grumbled as he smashed leaves and brambles aside with a stick he'd picked up. Of all the demons in hell, he'd been the unlucky one that'd been picked to investigate a rumour. A rumour! He was a high ranking demon that could be out fighting the war between Heaven and Hell but no, he was up in the shit-hole called Earth checking out a rumour. He snorted, assuming it wasn't true. How clumsy would an angel have to be to fall from Heaven? That would be one of the stupidest things he'd ever heard, but like I said, he knew it wasn't true. He'd walk around the area for a bit, just to make sure there was nothing there, and then go back to tell Satan the whole thing was bullshit.
He smashed aside another large bush, and gasped as a torrent of sticks and feathers rained down on him. Cursing he tore them off him, only to notice the feathers were completely white, and streaked with blood.
"You've got to be kidding me..." He stopped and looked ahead. Right there in front of him was an angel. Wings spread out at strange angles, and blood seaping into the earth around it. It looked pretty dead. He went over and poked it with the stick, then jumped back as it emitted a loud groan. Once he was sure it wasn't going to grab him and slit his throat, he went back to it. At least if it's half dead it'll be easier to get back to Satan. The demons would have a show tonight, any angel that fell, either to Earth or Hell, would be publicly executed in whatever foul manner Satan thought up. Personally, Wufei never enjoyed watching something die. He thought it was stupid to torment something, easier to just kill it so it doesn't bother you again. It was this thought that had probably kept him alive so long.
He bent down and checked how injured the angel was. he didn't want to carry it all the way back to Hell only to find it dead when he got there. That would be a waste of his effort and time, things he didn't care to waste. Cautiously he picked it up and held it wedding-style. It didn't stir, so he began the journey back to Hell.
Hell:
Heero toyed with a small stone he'd found on the floor. He was all alone, since his Father was 'out', Quatre had been banished and Wufei was gone on some errand. He would do some sword practice but all available Demons were off fighting the war between Angels and Demons. So right then he was thoroughly bored. He walked down the corridoor from his room, deciding to have something to eat. All around him were paintings of stern me in dark suits, each one wearing the style of clothing that was fashionable at the time they had been alive. There were togas, breeches and even smart 20th century businessmen suits. He didn't know who any of them were. Finally coming to the end of the corridoor he rounded a corner. There seemed to be no difference, it could have almost been the same corridoor. The same depressingly blue walls, the same evil-looking pictures in the same black frames. Heero knew all the corridoors in Hell's castle were like this, most of the rooms also. He came to the kitchens. They were carved directly out of the stone under the palace, and were always unwelcoming and cold. He opened the fridge. Some mortal conviniences had been brought into the realm of the dead, they did not let such things go to waste on ungrateful humans, who were out of the world just as soon as they were in it. Though gazing into the fridge, Heero couldn't help but wonder if it was doing its job. For everything inside looked unedible, suddenly he lost any appetite he once posessed, and decided to instead go to the main hall. His Father would be back soon.
He opened the ornately carved, black doors to the main hall. It too was cold, dark, blue and miserable. So much for the fires of Hell. He sat thinking, he couldn't help but miss Quatre, they had grown up together after all. Just as he was about to leave, the doors burst open to reveal Wufei and some bedraggled figure. Wufei walked calmly up to him and dropped the figure on the floor carelessly. Just then Heero noticed the white wings splayed out underneath it, and the white robes it wore. It was and angel, the first one he'd ever seen.
"What, what is that?" It looked nothing like he'd imagined one to, his father told tales of huge beasts with blood-stained wings and a crazed look in their eyes. This young boy was not one of those.
" It's an angel. Don't go to close, it may wake up. Where is your Father?" Heero stood for a moment gazing silently at the winged boy, and then answered.
" He went out, I don't know where." Wufei made a noise of dissaproval.
" What am I supposed to do with this thing then?" Heero realised then that the angel would be publicly slaughtered, in front of thousands of jeering Demons. this creature, so beautiful, so delicate, would be destroyed. Something inside him wouldn't allow that.
" Father...Asked me to, to take it out and kill it. My first real kill." Heero tried to look like he wanted to kill the unconcious beauty at his feet, he smiled. The smile seemed to seal Wufei's decision. In fact, Wufei didn't care what happened to it, so long as he didn't have to deal with it. So he handed the broken figure to Heero. Let the child taste death, He thought, He will have to, to become the next Satan, Overlord of Death.
Once Wufei had left, Heero knelt down by the angel. The brown hair it had fell past its waist and was matted and filled with leaves. He picked it up and took it to his room. He layed it on his bed, gritting his teeth at every sudden move he made, knowing it would cause pain. Even though the angel was far to out of it to feel anything. Checking its pulse, he found it easily. He hoped it would make it through the night.
Earth:
Quatre had taken the car ride. It was with a couple who had been very polite and kept asking where his parents were. He thanked Satan for looking so young still, even though he was fifteen. He had found himself in Stratford, England. Birthplace of some famous mortal playwrite called Shakespeare. He walked down a street, having to argue over space with tourists, most of whom were Japanese. He was thankful it was Sunday, at least no-one would ask him why he was out of school. He was finally spat out of the crowd, right into a statue of a jester that seemed to mock him. He glared at it, thinking mortal artwork very crude, and walked away from it into another road. He found himself on uncobbled streets, so the cobbles were probably only on the other street for the benifit of the tourists. Good, tourists meant hotels, and he needed lodging.
He walked around the town for hours, and though he got many admiring looks from girls and even some from boys, he ended up by the river with exactly nowhere to stay. Back to the drawing board then. He sat next to a giant silver and stone fountain, that had two long-necked swans at the top of it, the water spraying out above their heads. The engraving on it declared it had been opened by the Queen, but he moved on toward the river. He ended up sitting down on a bench, defeated. The river was infront of him, still as a long silver ribbon, only a few white rowing boats sat bobbing on its surface. He was pretty much stuck where he was, and this was going to be as good a place to spend the night as any. This is going to be a long night.
.:End of Chapter 1:.
AN: Well, my first chapter. There you go, like it much? I can assure you this won't be a story that goes on forever. And I won't take years to update, like some people's I've read. They're amazing fics, but they hardly ever update (once in a blue moon) and they have, like, 52 chapters. They're great but does anyone spend that much time on the computer? (oh, if only. My perfect world-computer with internet access that I could use whenever, free anime (doesn't everyone want that?), and books. I know that sounds stupid, but books are brilliant. Couldn't live without 'em.) Anyhoo, please reveiw. I need evidence that people are reading (and enjoying!) This story or I'll lose all confidence in it and will pull it out. Please reveiw? Pulls puppy-dog eyes.