Pairings - 1x2x1

Disclaimer - Don't own Gundam Wing, and never claimed to either.

Meet Me In Heaven

"Damn! Now where am I gonna go?" An anguished cry echoed throughout the train station. A young, teenage… boy, about fifteen in mortal years, threaded his fingers through his spiked bangs. The other hand was dug deep into his silky black pants pocket. Duo was in quite a predicament.

"God." He muttered angrily. "How humiliating. An Angel of Death that's TOO NICE!" That's right. Our Duo had been kicked out of Hell. And it was all the fault of those damn wings of his…

-Flash-Back Mode-

"Duo!" A deep, unnerving voice echoed throughout the 7.5 Realms of Hell. "Duo?" A young Shinigami, ran up to his father, Satan, his chestnut braid flying behind him, his violet eyes sparkling with mischief and guilt.

"Yes, sir?" he asked breathlessly, wiping sweat from his forehead. It was always to damn hot in the 7th Realm of Hell. Satan raised a thick, sooty black eyebrow at his youngest and most incorrigibly innocent child. He leant over and whacked the young boy on the head, softly mind you.

"Did you finish killing off those innocent puppies that were on the side of an Earth… what's it called?"

"Road, Daddy." A small, annoyingly high pitched voice answered.

"Ah yes, thank you Relena. Did you Duo?" After tossing a dirty glare at his snooty elder sister, he forlornly shook his head, his braid "accidentally" smacking his sister.

"I couldn't! There was a little girl walking down the road, and she heard the cute little black terrier bark… well more like whimper, but I couldn't kill them! She was going to save them and that would be just… just MEAN!" Satan put his face in his hands, and shook it vigorously.

"Duo! What ARE you?"

"A Shinigami." Duo answered, pouting childishly. He put his hands on his thin hips, and a defensive gleam set in his eyes.

"Duo! Who is your father? Who has raised you, fed you, made sure you learned the ways of evil?" Duo pouted again.

"You." He answered evading the question. All of a sudden the horrendously annoying and girly voice piped in, for the second time in the past five minutes.

"Satan, Daddy." Satan chuckled, and ruffled his second youngest child's shining golden locks. Relena and Duo, unfortunately, were twins. Duo was born a short while after his annoying blonde sister though. The youngest Shinigami shot his sister another glare, and said in a voice that sounded REMARKABLY like his sister's,

"So what, Daddy?" Satan sent his son a glare. Pulling Duo's sister close, he said,

"Don't mock your sister, Duo." Duo rolled his eyes, and said (still using the annoyingly girly voice)

"But we're the big, bad, and uglies, Daddy. So shouldn't mocking our sisters give us brownie points?" Two more glares came Duo's way, and if only our young Shinigami could've held in that horrible, nerve-wracking noise, he might've been able to stay in the Realms of Hell. But no. Our Duo just had to, he couldn't hold it in, he…

Laughed. And no, not an evil demonic laugh, filled with anger and spite. A childish laugh, full of excitement and glee, was the sound that left our innocent Shinigami's smiling lips. Satan, Relena, and the other 9,998 children of Satan gasped and plugged their ears. Satan's face became stern as he took his youngest child by the arm and led him into the living quarters. Tossing his son onto an active volcano (while still in Hell of course), he sat on a geyser. Things like these were commonly seats in the living quarters; the temperature didn't really bother Hell's inhabitants much.

"Duo. Spread your wings." Satan said in remorseful voice. Flexing his back muscles the young Shinigami did so. Satan's face fell as he saw his young son's silky, magnificent wings. Instead of being completely charcoal black; one single feather was… white. Noticing his father's depressed look, the young Shinigami cocked his head.

"What's up?" he questioned confusedly, unconsciously stroking his silky feathered wings. Satan stood up and pulled the boy close. He looked down at his youngest son, finding his innocent confusion quite amusing.

"I'll miss you my boy," he said, stroking the Shinigami's chestnut braid.

"What are you TALKING about?" Duo asked, confusion turning to panic. "I don't understand!" The Shinigami searched his father's face, trying to find the answer.

"Duo, you can't stay here anymore. I should've known this would happen… We'll miss you. I promise, I'll send one of your siblings up to visit you every once in a while. If they'll let them in…"

"Dad! I don't understand!" Duo said frantically, looking around his father's room anxiously. "What did I do?"

"Duo," Satan said, leading the young Shinigami to a mirror. "Look at your left wing." Doing as he was bidden, Duo gasped in shock. He looked at his wing, then to his father. After doing this several times he gasped out,

"My WING!"

-Flashback Over-

And so there he was. Sitting on a bench in the Inbetween waiting to speak to the Creator, the Messiah, the King. In other words, God. An angel in a silky white robe walked up to the distracted young boy.

"What do you need child?" he asked kindly. Duo bit his inner lip, and looked up at the angel. His thin blonde hair blew in a non-existent breeze, and his large baby-blue eyes sparkled in kindness and understanding.

"I need to speak to God. Who are you anyway?" Duo answered bluntly. He watched as the angel wrinkled his brow, although a slight smile was present on his lips. The angel knelt down before the boy, acting as if Duo was a five-year-old.

"Young man, I don't know if I get a hold of the Lord right now. My name is Raphael, do you think you could tell me who sent you, and your problem?" Duo raised his eyebrow at the treatment he was being given.

"I'm not an infant, so could you please stand up and stop treating me like one?" he asked, rather annoyed at the angel. A tinkling laugh escaped Raphael's lips and he nodded, standing up.

"So…?"

"Duo." Duo answered, understanding the angel needed a name to finish his sentence.

"Ah. So, Duo, who sent you and why do you need to speak to the Lord?" Exhaling irritatedly, Duo spread his wings again, pointing out the white feather.

"My father, Satan sent me. I am too kind for Hell. He told me I might be more welcome here?" Duo bit his lip in anticipation. If he wasn't welcome in Heaven, where was he to go? The angel frowned.

"Duo, Heaven is rather like Hell in this aspect. Your feathers must be either completely white or completely black to be welcome. Depending where you are. Unlike Hell, you have a chance to redeem yourself here. To enter Heaven, you must fulfill a task. Would you like to give it a try?" Duo nodded carefully, wondering what exactly he was getting himself into.

"Okay, Duo. All you need to do is get your feathers to be completely white. In order to do this, you must make one unhappy mortal satisfied with his or her life. Do want to see if you can do it?" Duo sighed thinking of another question.

"So. How long do I have? There is a time limit, right?" he asked, knowing already that the answer would be was yes. Yes, Duo... All you have to do is turn 199 feathers white by making some strange human happy with their life. That's all. The boy thought sarcastically.

"You are a smart child. Yes, you have 3 months to make one mortal completely satisfied with his or her life. And if you finish before your time is up, you just come to Heaven early. Do you think you can manage?" Inhaling deeply, Duo grinned.

"A Shinigami can do anything!" he answered proudly. Raphael let out a light chuckle, and nodded.

"Of course, Duo." He said, attempting to ruffle the braided Shinigami's hair. Duo glared.

"Don't touch the braid." He said in a menacingly low voice, smoothing back his hair reflexively. The angel nodded again at the boy's request. More like order.

"Now, Duo. This may feel a little bit strange; okay…" he started.

"Wait! I gotta question. A few of questions." Duo interrupted. The angel raised an eyebrow, implying the boy needed to finish.

"Okay. So. Am I a mortal on earth? Am I even GOING to earth, or am I going to another planet? Who is it that I am trying to make "satisfied with their life", and how the hell am I supposed to find them? Will I be able to speak the language of the place I am going? Will people be able to see my wings, cause let me tell you that will be a little awkward and I don't feel like going into crazy explanations. And finally, what happens if I don't finish before my time limit is up?" The angel took a deep breath. This would take a bit of explaining.

"No, you are immortal on Earth. Therefore you MUST NOT get yourself into a situation where you would die if you were mortal. Yes, you are going to Earth. The person you are trying to make happy is a boy named Heero Yuy. He lives in Tokyo, Japan. We will give you a photo or some sort of picture of him before you leave, but it is your job to locate him and befriend him. I will send you to Tokyo. You will be able to speak Japanese. No one will be able to see your wings except for you and Heero. If you don't finish in time, you will be sent to the inbetween for the rest of eternity. If you fufill your task before the three months are up, you should be sent back here. Remember when your wings become completely white, the Heaven you dream of will be yours. But remember. You are only going to be there for a limited amount of time so don't get attached. Good luck, Duo." After about 5 seconds of comprehending the angel's words, Duo nodded nervously. He put a mischievous grin on his face, and inhaled slowly.

"Well, here goes nothin'!" The young Shinigami exclaimed. The last thing our young Duo heard in the Inbetween was an amused chuckle from Raphael, and strange spell. After the ancient incantation had been spoken, Duo was swept up in a brief whirlwind of colors that quickly faded to black.