P.S.>> Couldn't think of a good title. Suggestions welcome.
Warnings: Yoai, Deathfic but it's not really too sad. Oh yeah, slight OOC on Heero's part that I tried to avoid, really, but it didn't work. So let's just pretend he's a little happier than usual...
Rating: PG cuz of death (doesn't come til the end) and yoai, but no cussing or lemony stuff.
Standard disclaimer applies. If I owned them, I'd be living somewhere happily in Hawaii basking in the sun, k? With servants and lots of Sailor Moon subbed tapes.... *rambles on*
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Feathers and Honeysuckle
|Chapter 1|
A loud knock roused a sleeping angel from his deep slumber. Ruffling his wings, Heero Yuy yawned and rolled out of bed to answer the door. He was still half asleep when a small child burst into the room.
"I have your assignment, Mist'r Heero!" he announced excitedly.
"Assignment?" Heero mumbled, scratching his head and daring to open his eyes to the sunlight that was bursting into the room.
"Yeah, you know, for Earth?" the boy reminded him. "You're the Guardian Angel for-"
"I know, I know." Heero cut him off and took the envelope from the boy's outstretched hand. Heero groaned when he read it. "Two weeks! Assigned to Earth?" he exclaimed, now awake. "How come?"
"Because, you're the only Guardian Angel who hasn't helped out on Earth yet. All the others have helped a mortal."
Heero sighed. "I forgot about this." He murmured. "OK, tell Master Kyushu I'll head for Earth today."
The boy nodded and scooted out of the room.
An assignment on Earth for two weeks. Heero sighed mentally. I don't believe this. I have to help a human for two weeks. At least I get to choose. Still, it's been so long since I went to the mortal world…
The last time Heero went to Earth was as an Angel, so he really didn't get a chance to really experience it. This trip was going to be interesting.
He started to get dressed and prepared to spend two weeks on Earth.
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Heero darted through the portal that led down to Earth. It was easier than flying. He used his powers to become invisible to the human eye and sat down at an outdoor café, and observed the passersby. He yawned lazily. A half an hour later, a young boy, looking about the same age, dashed by on the sidewalk. He had caught Heero's eye. The boy had long chestnut hair, pulled back into a braid. He was wearing an all-blue outfit, with a priest's collar that was barely noticeable. In his hands he carried a brown bag full of what looked like human food. The boy glanced in Heero's direction, skidded to a halt, and nearly dropped the bag, looking completely shocked. Heero glanced around him and wondered what had surprised the boy so much. It most certainly wasn't himself; humans couldn't see him. At least that's what he thought…
"Good grief!" the boy approached him. Heero raised an eyebrow. If this boy couldn't see him, why was he staring at Heero so hard?
"Way cool." The boy whispered, and plopped down at the same table. "Can I touch them?"
"What?" Heero spoke aloud, even though he knew the boy couldn't hear him.
"Can I touch them." The boy repeated. "Your wings."
Heero came close to gasping. "You can see me?"
"Well duh, who else would I be talking to?"
"Nani?!! You're not supposed to be able to see me!" Heero exclaimed.
The boy grinned. "Tough luck. I can."
Heero thought quickly. It seemed no one else could see him except for this boy, since no one was staring or pointing fingers. Actually, people were staring, at the boy. Heero realized they probably saw the boy talking to himself, which was drawing some attention.
"Follow me." Heero beckoned the boy up from the table. With a curious grin, the braided brunette followed Heero into a deserted alleyway. The whole time he watched Heero's feathered white wings with fascination.
When they were alone, the boy asked his question again. "Can I touch your wings?" he queried.
"Eh… I guess so." Heero answered. Gingerly, the boy reached out with one hand a stroked Heero's right wing. It sent a familiar chill up Heero's spine that always happened when someone touched his wings. He liked it.
"Unreal." He heard the boy murmur. Remembering he first intention, Heero pulled away to face the boy.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Duo." He answered. "Duo Maxwell. How about you?"
Heero thought for a moment. There wasn't any point in lying now. "Heero Yuy."
The boy stuck his hand out boldly. "Hiya Heero. Nice to meet ya."
It took Heero a moment to remember this was a greeting. (Effects of not being on Earth in a long time.) He took Duo's hand a gave it an abrupt shake. Duo stared at the wings shooting from Heero's back, which made him a bit uncomfortable, so he made them disappear. Duo's face saddened for a moment, then he went back to grinning. "So," he began, "Care to tell me where you got wings? And don't try telling me you're a mutant of some freaky science experiment or you were born with them."
Heero sighed. "Will you believe me if I told you the truth?"
"That depends. Try me."
"Ok." Heero paused a moment. "I'm an Angel."
Duo eyed him. "For real?"
Heero shrugged. "You saw the wings. Actually, you weren't supposed to see me in the first place. Not as an angel. Other people couldn't see me, I'm not sure how you could."
"I wondered about that." Duo murmured. "I kinda figured there were a lot of people on that street, and someone besides me should have noticed you, right?"
Heero nodded.
Duo looked thoughtful for a moment. "Want to go someplace and talk? I could show you the arcade and stuff… I mean, if it won't look like I'm talking to myself."
Heero flashed a small smile. "Why not?"
Heero yawned and settled in to his temporary bed on Duo's couch. He had told Duo about his mission and decided to help Duo for the next two weeks. Duo had offered for Heero to stay at his apartment, and Heero accepted. The more time he spent with Duo, the quicker he could get back to where he belonged. Funny though, whenever he was around Duo, he had this warm feeling…
Duo snuggled into his covers and thought about the day. He actually had a real angel sleeping on his couch, currently. Way freaky. It's just my luck that me, Shinigami, meets an angel. Duo chuckled to himself. Wait till he finds out what name I go by as a gundam pilot…
"Lemme get this straight: You've never done any of that stuff?" Duo let his cup thunk down on the table. "Never eaten food, never swam in a pool, never rode a bike, drove a car, kissed a girl, played a video game…"
Heero shook his head every time Duo rattled off something. "I didn't live a human life." He replied, picking at his bacon and eggs with the wrong end of a fork. "What is this stuff?"
"Good grief!" Duo smacked his forehead, ignoring Heero's question. "That's it. Today, you and I are going to explore the world."
"Wha-Wait a sec--" Duo gave Heero no chance to respond as he dragged him out the door.
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So? How'd you like it? Kinda short and a cliffhanger ending, but owell. PLEEEZZE don't stop reading now, it gets better! What, are you waiting for a written invitation to r/r?? REVIEW!! ^_~