Fallen Angel
The forest seemed lit up that night. The moon seemed to cast shadows among the branches of trees,
forming spiralling patterns on the grassy floor below, a carpet of moss and twigs, with the occasional
log or branch from a fallen pine. Everything was silent. Even the animals that resided in the area seemed
to have gone quiet as the realisation of something new hit them first. The birds stopped singing to look
up at the sky, insects stopped chirping and buzzing, laying stock still in their hiding places, larger
creatures held their breath as they awaited whatever was about to happen, even the stars had stopped
twinkling to form small lanterns to help guide whatever was coming. Only one thing seemed to live. The
boy.
Among the branches, moss and grass on the ground, lay a flaxen haired boy. His eyes were closed as his
body lay twisted on the floor, the air around him seeming more alive with the expectation of his
awakening than his own body did, his breathing barely visible. His skin was pale, unnaturally pale, but
beautiful in its hue, not seeming unhealthy, just precious. His hair a blonde of the purest form, that
sparkled with millions of colours in every different angle the light from which the light was able to reach
it. His eyes finally fluttered open, revealing long dark lashes covering deep azure eyes, a million feeling
rolled into one gaze. His lips parted slightly, as if trying to form a word, but nothing seemed to be
working. He twisted his neck to look down, concealing a small gasp at a twinge of pain. And the animals
in the forest covered their eyes as for the first time he saw his broken wings. The white feathers, like his
hair shimmering a different colour with every shaft of light, had been torn and broken ruthlessly, blood
tingeing the soft white down, purity corrupted by the very substance that kept him alive. Tears formed in
his eyes at the sight, the pain not yet there, but the image alone causing him to merely begin realising
the situation. He raised a palm to his cheek to wipe away a tear, discovering instead the full extent of his
injuries caused by his fall. The blood covered his face, sticky against his soft skin. He wasn't sure if it
was from wounds on his face, or his wings which he had been laying against. Summoning all his
strength, he pulled himself to his feet. His legs were wobbly, seeming to be unable to support his slim
frame, the weight of his dead wings on his back causing him more anguish. As he gazed steadily on the
floor, a shadow appeared before him. Shaking, he looked up, to reveal two figures he knew well from
talk, but not from personal experience.
One of the figures, dressed all in black, with a cross held tightly in his hand, and large violet eyes which
hushed all those made contact with them,. was a slim framed, angel faced boy, who's long chestnut hair
cascaded down his back, rippling as he moved giving the same effect as a waterfall, a truly dazzling
sight. But the boy knew that this was no angel. His companion was a solemn figure, who carried the
scythe belonging to his friend, and who's own cobalt glare was enough to pierce a persons heart from
the inside out, to drive them insane with their own hatred.
"Quatre…." The first boy spoke quietly, moving forward so that he was eye to eye with the barely
standing blonde boy.
"Shinigami.." Quatre barely whispered back, casting a nod at the scythe holding companion "Heero.."
Heero nodded back, but his eyes did not change. This meant they were here for good reason, business if
you will. Quatre looked back at the boy who now was now holding his chin "Duo.." These two were a
pair of Shinigami's servers.
"Poor baby…." Duo whispered, kissing Quatre on the forehead. Quatre shuddered, the boys kiss feeling
so warm to his skin, but leaving him feeling cold inside. "Angels aren't supposed to fall in love. Love is
a human emotion ,God created love for humans, not for us, not for his servers Quatre." Quatre was sure
he could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but let out a small gasp as he realised his tears were falling
down Duo's cheeks.
"What happened?" Quatre whispered.
"You fell Quatre." Duo cried more, his tears not belonging to him but falling heavily none the less.
"Heaven couldn't hold you when you kept pulling away. You were in Gods hands Quatre, and you fell
from his grasp." Duo's crying was becoming more violent. "Your wings are broken now. You cannot
return" Quatre felt dizzy, blood seeming to rush to his head. "I'm sorry Quatre, we were sent here to…"
Duo couldn't continue as he fell back, caught into Heero's arms, all of Quatre's pain overwhelming him.
He looked at Heero, whose eyes were still unchanging. Did this mean there was worse to come? Quatre
could only imagine…
"Forgive me Quatre." Heero looked up. "Duo said he would hold your pain for you whilst I did this, but
he never realised it would be this bad" Quatre glanced at where Heero had left Duo kneeling on the
ground, his face in his hands, his whole body shaking as he cried uncontrollably. When Quatre managed
to pull himself away from the painful sight, Heero was no longer standing in front of him. "I'm sorry" he
heard Heero's voice sound, but before he could respond, Duo grabbed his attention once again as he
threw himself to the ground, his entire body racked with sobs at some new pain. Quatre heard a small
thud behind him, and turned round, his eyes widening in shock as he saw his wings laying on the
ground behind him. They seemed so lifeless now, yet he could still feel them as if they were still a part
of him, as if they were still connected somehow. Quatre bit his lip as he felt himself tremble slightly at
the sensation of the blood pooling around them, running down his back and across his shoulders. The
only remnants of them ever physically being his were the small stumps of bones still on his shoulder
blades, the sight of the ripped flesh and exposed bone making him feel quite ill. Heero held the large
scythe forward so that Quatre could see how he had removed his wings. Taking from his pocket a
delicate cloth, seeming inappropriate for the task, Heero swung the scythe back towards him, wiping
blood from its blade. And as the blood was absorbed into the cloth, Quatre felt his wings no more.
Heero walked past Quatre and picked up Duo ,holding the small boy closely, protectively, draping him
over his arms.
"Duo…?" Quatre asked nervously, concern in his voice at the chestnut haired boy who was not even
able to hear him now, his eyes clenched shut in pure agony. "I'm sorry Duo… " Quatre said honestly as
he realised it was his fault Duo was like this. Heero shook his head
"Don't worry, he'll be ok." The cobalt eyed boy slowly stated. For the first time he looked away, unable
to make eye contact any longer as he spoke. "It will return when we leave." For a moment there was
silence as Quatre thought about Heero's last words, and before his eyes, Shinigami's two servers
disappeared. For a moment the silence continued, as Quatre waited for the inevitable. It happened, and
then the pain set in. And in that moment, everything in the forest came back to life as Quatre fell to his
knees and screamed.
The scream continued as two figures, once laying quietly in bed, were awoken as one of them threw
himself forward, sweat beading on his skin, struggling to pull themselves away from some terrible
nightmare. Quatre opened his eyes, desperately struggling to rid himself of images still vivid in his own
mind.
"No! No! No!" he yelled, shaking as these memories came flooding back to him. Why was it returning
now? Why now? Oh god it hurt so bad…
"Shhhh… shhh…" came a soothing voice, as strong arms were wrapped around him.
"Trowa……" Quatre tried to speak, but was silenced as he felt himself being drawn towards the taller
boy, his face resting against his chest. Everything seemed to become calmer as he felt Trowa's heartbeat
in time with his own, Trowa's own calm seeming to relieve his panic, the tight knot of fear in his
stomach and his chest loosening every time he felt his lover exhale. Still breathing heavily, he wrapped
his arms tighter around the him, not wanting to ever let go, never wanting to leave this safe haven, never
wanting to be out of his grasp. For what seemed like hours the two sat in darkness together, Trowa
comforting as Quatre came to grips with this vivid dream that he was sure was a memory. Gently, Trowa
pushed Quatre so that he was lying down on the bed once more, his head placed gently on the pillow.
Running long fingers through his hair, and down his face, Trowa leant forward and kissed Quatre on the
forehead. Quatre breathed in sharply as he felt a warmth inside him, as well as on his skin. Trowa was
now laying on top of him, covering him as if hiding him from some strange monster, a protective stance,
as he leant to the side and whispered in his ear.
"It's ok….. I'm here. Don't be scared." Quatre continued breathing heavily as Trowa continued "I love
you Quatre. You know that, don't you?" Quatre nodded. Trowa pulled up Quatre's hand from where it
lay at this side, bringing it forward so that he could kiss it as he spoke "And so you know that as long as
we are together we will both be alright. Nothing can harm us" Quatre nodded again, a small smile
growing on his face.
"I love you too Trowa. I love you more than anything." He paused as he thought back over those distant
memories and what he used to be. Pulling Trowa's face towards his with both hands, he kissed him,
pressing their lips together for a moment of precious silence and much needed passion, before he
continued. He finally spoke, any regret in his voice hidden by true meaning of this speech: his love.
"Trowa, I'd give up my world for you."
The End
The forest seemed lit up that night. The moon seemed to cast shadows among the branches of trees,
forming spiralling patterns on the grassy floor below, a carpet of moss and twigs, with the occasional
log or branch from a fallen pine. Everything was silent. Even the animals that resided in the area seemed
to have gone quiet as the realisation of something new hit them first. The birds stopped singing to look
up at the sky, insects stopped chirping and buzzing, laying stock still in their hiding places, larger
creatures held their breath as they awaited whatever was about to happen, even the stars had stopped
twinkling to form small lanterns to help guide whatever was coming. Only one thing seemed to live. The
boy.
Among the branches, moss and grass on the ground, lay a flaxen haired boy. His eyes were closed as his
body lay twisted on the floor, the air around him seeming more alive with the expectation of his
awakening than his own body did, his breathing barely visible. His skin was pale, unnaturally pale, but
beautiful in its hue, not seeming unhealthy, just precious. His hair a blonde of the purest form, that
sparkled with millions of colours in every different angle the light from which the light was able to reach
it. His eyes finally fluttered open, revealing long dark lashes covering deep azure eyes, a million feeling
rolled into one gaze. His lips parted slightly, as if trying to form a word, but nothing seemed to be
working. He twisted his neck to look down, concealing a small gasp at a twinge of pain. And the animals
in the forest covered their eyes as for the first time he saw his broken wings. The white feathers, like his
hair shimmering a different colour with every shaft of light, had been torn and broken ruthlessly, blood
tingeing the soft white down, purity corrupted by the very substance that kept him alive. Tears formed in
his eyes at the sight, the pain not yet there, but the image alone causing him to merely begin realising
the situation. He raised a palm to his cheek to wipe away a tear, discovering instead the full extent of his
injuries caused by his fall. The blood covered his face, sticky against his soft skin. He wasn't sure if it
was from wounds on his face, or his wings which he had been laying against. Summoning all his
strength, he pulled himself to his feet. His legs were wobbly, seeming to be unable to support his slim
frame, the weight of his dead wings on his back causing him more anguish. As he gazed steadily on the
floor, a shadow appeared before him. Shaking, he looked up, to reveal two figures he knew well from
talk, but not from personal experience.
One of the figures, dressed all in black, with a cross held tightly in his hand, and large violet eyes which
hushed all those made contact with them,. was a slim framed, angel faced boy, who's long chestnut hair
cascaded down his back, rippling as he moved giving the same effect as a waterfall, a truly dazzling
sight. But the boy knew that this was no angel. His companion was a solemn figure, who carried the
scythe belonging to his friend, and who's own cobalt glare was enough to pierce a persons heart from
the inside out, to drive them insane with their own hatred.
"Quatre…." The first boy spoke quietly, moving forward so that he was eye to eye with the barely
standing blonde boy.
"Shinigami.." Quatre barely whispered back, casting a nod at the scythe holding companion "Heero.."
Heero nodded back, but his eyes did not change. This meant they were here for good reason, business if
you will. Quatre looked back at the boy who now was now holding his chin "Duo.." These two were a
pair of Shinigami's servers.
"Poor baby…." Duo whispered, kissing Quatre on the forehead. Quatre shuddered, the boys kiss feeling
so warm to his skin, but leaving him feeling cold inside. "Angels aren't supposed to fall in love. Love is
a human emotion ,God created love for humans, not for us, not for his servers Quatre." Quatre was sure
he could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but let out a small gasp as he realised his tears were falling
down Duo's cheeks.
"What happened?" Quatre whispered.
"You fell Quatre." Duo cried more, his tears not belonging to him but falling heavily none the less.
"Heaven couldn't hold you when you kept pulling away. You were in Gods hands Quatre, and you fell
from his grasp." Duo's crying was becoming more violent. "Your wings are broken now. You cannot
return" Quatre felt dizzy, blood seeming to rush to his head. "I'm sorry Quatre, we were sent here to…"
Duo couldn't continue as he fell back, caught into Heero's arms, all of Quatre's pain overwhelming him.
He looked at Heero, whose eyes were still unchanging. Did this mean there was worse to come? Quatre
could only imagine…
"Forgive me Quatre." Heero looked up. "Duo said he would hold your pain for you whilst I did this, but
he never realised it would be this bad" Quatre glanced at where Heero had left Duo kneeling on the
ground, his face in his hands, his whole body shaking as he cried uncontrollably. When Quatre managed
to pull himself away from the painful sight, Heero was no longer standing in front of him. "I'm sorry" he
heard Heero's voice sound, but before he could respond, Duo grabbed his attention once again as he
threw himself to the ground, his entire body racked with sobs at some new pain. Quatre heard a small
thud behind him, and turned round, his eyes widening in shock as he saw his wings laying on the
ground behind him. They seemed so lifeless now, yet he could still feel them as if they were still a part
of him, as if they were still connected somehow. Quatre bit his lip as he felt himself tremble slightly at
the sensation of the blood pooling around them, running down his back and across his shoulders. The
only remnants of them ever physically being his were the small stumps of bones still on his shoulder
blades, the sight of the ripped flesh and exposed bone making him feel quite ill. Heero held the large
scythe forward so that Quatre could see how he had removed his wings. Taking from his pocket a
delicate cloth, seeming inappropriate for the task, Heero swung the scythe back towards him, wiping
blood from its blade. And as the blood was absorbed into the cloth, Quatre felt his wings no more.
Heero walked past Quatre and picked up Duo ,holding the small boy closely, protectively, draping him
over his arms.
"Duo…?" Quatre asked nervously, concern in his voice at the chestnut haired boy who was not even
able to hear him now, his eyes clenched shut in pure agony. "I'm sorry Duo… " Quatre said honestly as
he realised it was his fault Duo was like this. Heero shook his head
"Don't worry, he'll be ok." The cobalt eyed boy slowly stated. For the first time he looked away, unable
to make eye contact any longer as he spoke. "It will return when we leave." For a moment there was
silence as Quatre thought about Heero's last words, and before his eyes, Shinigami's two servers
disappeared. For a moment the silence continued, as Quatre waited for the inevitable. It happened, and
then the pain set in. And in that moment, everything in the forest came back to life as Quatre fell to his
knees and screamed.
The scream continued as two figures, once laying quietly in bed, were awoken as one of them threw
himself forward, sweat beading on his skin, struggling to pull themselves away from some terrible
nightmare. Quatre opened his eyes, desperately struggling to rid himself of images still vivid in his own
mind.
"No! No! No!" he yelled, shaking as these memories came flooding back to him. Why was it returning
now? Why now? Oh god it hurt so bad…
"Shhhh… shhh…" came a soothing voice, as strong arms were wrapped around him.
"Trowa……" Quatre tried to speak, but was silenced as he felt himself being drawn towards the taller
boy, his face resting against his chest. Everything seemed to become calmer as he felt Trowa's heartbeat
in time with his own, Trowa's own calm seeming to relieve his panic, the tight knot of fear in his
stomach and his chest loosening every time he felt his lover exhale. Still breathing heavily, he wrapped
his arms tighter around the him, not wanting to ever let go, never wanting to leave this safe haven, never
wanting to be out of his grasp. For what seemed like hours the two sat in darkness together, Trowa
comforting as Quatre came to grips with this vivid dream that he was sure was a memory. Gently, Trowa
pushed Quatre so that he was lying down on the bed once more, his head placed gently on the pillow.
Running long fingers through his hair, and down his face, Trowa leant forward and kissed Quatre on the
forehead. Quatre breathed in sharply as he felt a warmth inside him, as well as on his skin. Trowa was
now laying on top of him, covering him as if hiding him from some strange monster, a protective stance,
as he leant to the side and whispered in his ear.
"It's ok….. I'm here. Don't be scared." Quatre continued breathing heavily as Trowa continued "I love
you Quatre. You know that, don't you?" Quatre nodded. Trowa pulled up Quatre's hand from where it
lay at this side, bringing it forward so that he could kiss it as he spoke "And so you know that as long as
we are together we will both be alright. Nothing can harm us" Quatre nodded again, a small smile
growing on his face.
"I love you too Trowa. I love you more than anything." He paused as he thought back over those distant
memories and what he used to be. Pulling Trowa's face towards his with both hands, he kissed him,
pressing their lips together for a moment of precious silence and much needed passion, before he
continued. He finally spoke, any regret in his voice hidden by true meaning of this speech: his love.
"Trowa, I'd give up my world for you."
The End