Disclaimer: Please note that I do not own the Gundam Wing characters. However, the literature is mine. This story was originally written for a different fandom but I have decided to rewrite it for the GW fandom. I hope you can enjoy the story for what it is and I definitely welcome any constructive criticism you may have.
Main Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 13x5
Rated: M
Warning: AU, Dark, Vampire, Romance, Lemon
LUXEVAR
By Solo's Cry (soloscry)
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The Academy's uniform was pitch black, a dark-gray crest stitched majestically on the top-left pocket. A stiff dark gray dress shirt sat beneath the layer of expensive fabric, its lighter weight emphasizing the thin knotted black tie secured comfortably at the collar. The outfit in its entirety was elegant and prestigious on it's owner's body...
However...
On him... the outfit just seemed… sinister... the way the fabric clung to every curve of his lithe body...
"The sanctuary is the hollow grounds of the walking dead… they say that when you cross the level grounds of the forgotten unmarked graves…" His voice faltered, his violet eyes unblinking as they watched the stillness of the auditorium, "You can hear the shriveled cries of the children massacred… the women who were raped and strung up as they took their last breaths of the soiled air of their village…"
The students shifted nervously and the instructor cleared her throat.
He continued, uninterrupted, "The men were slaughtered, the warmth of their blood chilling in the cold fog-"
"That's quite enough, Mr. Maxwell. I do believe the class has a great, if not unwanted, understanding of the supernatural event you've so cleverly constructed for the project..." She looked uncomfortably at the mangled bodies lying on the table, "… you have superb sculpturing skills…"
Duo smirked, turning his feminine face towards her, his voice breathy, "… who said I made it up?" His smirk turned into a gorgeous smile, "I'd hate to take the credit for such an extraordinary historical event."
He stepped away from the podium, his body outlined deliciously in the tight dark uniform, "My father would surely disown me for such blasphemy." He calmly watched the quiet students in front of him, "There has been a reenactment of this event a mere century ago … in this very city."
The students fidgeted uncomfortably at his smooth voice and the knowledge he handed down to them in a controlled drawl. His unearthly beauty and pale complexion enhanced his brilliance as his large eyes blinked innocently at them, "Though, I am sure you are very aware of that."
He leveled his gaze towards a handsome loner sitting near the back, his long eyelashes flitting in the ascendance. With a slight smirk, he turned to gather his materials off the podium.
Giving a slight respectful nod towards the instructor, he walked confidently to the door, "I have other things to attend to today, I do hope you understand."
The loud sound of wood shutting behind him echoed in the auditorium, leaving the students breathless and gasping for air.
Duo Maxwell…gorgeous, skin as white as powder, hair as shimmery as the moon at the darkest hour of the night…
The boy was a mysterious entity that the Academy somehow managed to acquire through a draw of luck and it was nothing short of a miracle.
Heero Yuy leaned against his seat at the back of the auditorium, closing his eyes to erase the mischievous look the boy had given him from his mind.
The boy's intelligence and obvious sadism surpassed any living being Heero has ever met.
The only thing stopping Heero from drooling all over himself like the rest of the student population was the fact that he knew exactly where this mysterious Angel came from.
This is the Academy for the Gifted. The one place on Earth where rich parents could safely deposit their male children in the confinement of a vast ancient castle year-round with the guarantee of full education and instructional poise…
And it was also the only place on Earth...
Where the Angel of the Dead became far more than being just a metaphor.
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