Demon Heart: Prologue
AN:  This is an alternate reality fiction, as well as Gundam Yaoi, supernatural, and extremely OCC on some levels.  I don't own Gundam Wing, but damit I wish I did.

Demon Heart

by T.K. Yuy

Prologue- Death's Child

      Walking out into the dark street, he could smell the stench of burning flesh and fresh blood gliding through the air as if it were teasing him.  He smiled and took a step forward, feet light in their black leather shoes.

      "So much to do, so little time!" he laughed as he pulled one of the swords from the armored chest of a fallen Imperial Soldier.  "I'll have to work fast… day break is drawing closer…"

      He broke into a run, sword lashing out at any survivors before they could even see him pass, and laughing manically as he felt the souls of the dead surging into his chest and filling him with life.

      "HA!  Done, and just before sun up.  Time to return home."

      He threw the sword aside, and as it clattered to the bloody and smoking ground, the cry of a baby filled his ears.  Turning sharply, his red eyes fell upon a woman's body, curled protectively around the small form of an infant child.  He snorted and walked over, noting that the woman was just barely alive.

      "Enough!" he shouted, kicking the woman aside and picking the baby up by the cloth it was wrapped in. "I should kill you, show no mercy to these people, but you're not worth the effort.  Besides, you might come in handy in a few days."

      As he tucked the child protectively in his arm, the sun peeked over the horizon.  He smiled coldly again and disappeared with the child in a swirl of thick mist, his laughter echoing through the death filled city as the Heaven's holy light shone down upon it.

      The mist reappeared in a dark room, lit only by a few torches, and it smelled of Sandalwood incense.  The man stood in the center of the room, his silver armor coated in crimson blood and chain mail cut in a few places.  He pushed a lock of his feathered black hair back, and smiled down at the baby in his arms.

      "Ichi!" he shouted, a dark from rushing into the room.

"Yes Master?"
"Take the child and have him bathed and brought back to me.  Dress him in black."
"Hai."

      He handed the baby to the form, and stretched once he was out of the room.  His eyes flashed and he disappeared and reappeared in a swirl of mist.  His form was the same, only dressed in long black and red robes of silk, hair pulled half back.  He waved a hand across the room and more torches lit, lighting the way down a long corridor, accented by bloody armor, weapons, and other colleted items. 

      As he walked down the blood red carpet, fire springing up along side him as he passed, shadows gathered and followed him.  He threw open a set of black obsidian doors, carvings of demons and devils all through it, and walked into the large throne room.

      The throne itself was made of the same obsidian the doors were, and thousands of black candles sat behind and to the side of it, burning brightly against the darkness of the room.  The shadows set out before him and bowed down to the floor, their glowing eyes fixed on the dark tile.  The man sat down and picked up a large silver goblet.

      "Who's blood is this?" he asked.

"It is the blood of the child's father Master." a voice said as the same shadow that had taken the baby walked into the room, the child in his arms.

"How is it that you know this?"
"A DNA test through the child's hair my Master.  He is the son of Solo Takai."

"Takai… hm… Bring him here Ichi."
      The shadow complied and placed the child in his master's arms, backing away quickly as the kanji of Death appeared on his forehead and his red eyes glowed softly.  The other shadows scurried back and disappeared in a mist, much like their master had done, and the man stood up.

      "You are now my ward child, be faithful to the name of Shinigami."

      The kanji appeared on the baby's forehead, and he giggled as mist swirled around him, inside him, and as it finally solidified in the shape of a gold cross.  The man smiled and then broke out into a fit of laughter.  As the doors to the throne room burst open, all candles went out, and Ichi appeared in front of his master, eyes ablaze.

      "What is the meaning of this?!" he demanded, energy gathering.

"You will not claim that child Death!  God forbids it!"
"God?  What God?  I killed him eons ago."

      Pushing Ichi aside, Shinigami stepped forward and looked down at the child lovingly.  He circled the man before him.

      "You are a priest?  How appropriate.  Banish me priest, and take the child back to the surface, where he belongs.  I have no use for a human child."
"You demon!  How dare you think I would take this child into the house of God!"

"I mean it, take him.  I have done no more than bathe and dress the child.  I have not even taken the time to remove the cross placed around his neck by his dying mother.  You can see that for yourself."

      The priest looked down at the child, and saw that there was indeed a cross around his neck, which he was sucking on.  Looking up into the face of Death, he nodded, and pulled out a small book.

      "I banish you demon, from this world of the living and the world of the dead.  You shall live in no more than superstition and a child's fairy tale!  Leave this place and never return!"

      Shinigami laughed as the priest's words took affect, and he disappeared in a slow swirl of mist.  The cross around the child's neck flashed once, and his eyes went from blue to violet in seconds.  Ichi noticed this and smiled before he too disappeared. 

      Fire blew through the room, consuming everything, and when the priest looked up again, he found that he was standing in the middle of the destroyed city.  Looking down at the child, he smiled and spoke.

      "You are the second child I have saved from Death.  You will be Duo."

      The priest looked up to the heavens and in a swirl of white light was gone, child with him.