Wings of a Broken Heart
Get it strait. I don't own anyone except Tenshi….Thanx a lot baka! Now I'm sad……
She fell. Fell through an endless pit of darkness. Through fire, water, wind, and earth. Flames licked at her silver hair, and the water tore at her cloud colored wings, causing them to leave a snowy trail of snow white feathers in their wake. Her dove colored tunic, matched with black pants, showed flashes of color that were quickly eradicated with the passing of motion.
The girl's---for the figure was undeniably female---fall was brutally stopped when her frail body impacted with a hard stone floor. Blood pooled around her head, and blackness overtook her vision
"It is good to see you again Tenshi." Said a grating voice that made her already abused head, ache.
"I had thought you were the goody-goody type, but it appears my judgment was faulty."
Tenshi moved her head from the pool of blood that matted her inhuman silver hair. She struggled to bring her strange, violet eyes into focus, to view her tormentor. The offending person was a shadow. A shadow that was wrapped into unholy red light, which reflected the tremors of war, and malice.
"S..S-shini—ga…shinigami…."
The figure laughed at her pathetic attempt to speak.
"Yes Tenshi. It's me, your 'best friend'.
"What….do you want……….Shinigami?"
"Come now Tenshi, I had imagined that your intelligence would have grown over the years. Don't you realize that you have broken the holy laws of the winged ones? Don't you understand that by your actions fate was changed irreparably? The course of destiny is forever changed, because you refused to let the little boy die."
"I did what had to be done. I don't care that I am in hell, because I do not regret that I acted. My actions, though they may have ruined destiny's plans, were not as evil as you might think. They would have killed him for no more excuse than he was in their way."
"My dearest Tenshi, I do not judge you, unfortunately, the council does. They have found your reasons lacking. Your punishment is to be set by me."
"Don't you realize that they're playing with you?"
This remark earned the girl a kick in the ribs, which started a river of blood that flowed between her lips.
"Don't you ever criticize my actions when you are under my control. You still don't get it do you? You aren't one of them anymore. You have fallen. None will know your name, though they will call you by it. You will be mute, and in pain. I will set your sentence now."
Tenshi only surveyed her one time friend with cold violet eyes.
"From this day forward, you shall be bereft of flight. Your wings shall melt into your shoulders from whence they came, until only a melding of flesh and feather remains to disfigure you, and set you apart from mortals. You shall be mute unable to tell your story to even those who would listen. There is only one chance to save yourself from an eternity alone, for your immortality shall remain, though you live in the mortal world. What you must do is this. Find the one who you saved, and help him achieve the status of a hero. When you do this, he will become immortal as you are, and you will no longer be mute. But heed this warning, though you may fall in love, the fact that you have been through the trauma of betrayal, will make it hard to trust. You shall have to tear off your connected shell, which will be the most painful thing you have ever done. That is my sentence. Bear it well Tenshi. I have faith that I will see you again my dear friend."
Shinigami raised her hand, and Tenshi's white wings started melting into the flesh of her shoulders. She screamed in agony as bone grated against bone, and flesh and feather melted as one. Feather like patterns were evident on the flesh of her shoulders, and the flesh melded with feather on the small of her back. More blood pooled around her mouth, and she was comforted only by the fact that she had done what was right, and unconsciousness.
Heero walked. He had just come from an ordeal with Relina, and didn't want to think about it.
He slumped down on his favorite bench in Sakura Musume Park and watched. This was his favorite place to come after such ordeals, or missions. He could just watch the children playing peacefully and revel in the fact that he had brought that peace. He was no longer a gundam pilot. He was lost. What use did the world need of such soldiers as him if the world would be at peace for eternity? The cynical side of his brain answered that he was a fool to think that peace would last forever when man still walked the earth. He had been lucky to find that the Preventer's still needed the best warriors to stop other wars.
He sighed. He knew he would never be happy. With what he had done, he deserved to have died in the final battle with Maremeia.
He got up and made his way home, to the apartment that he shared with the others. It was amazing that a 'Perfect Soldier' such as himself, did not want to live alone.
He had been walking for a while when he saw a bundle in a darkened alley way. He almost passed by it, but it moved.
He paused and entered the alley…….
The girl woke up. She knew she was in trouble when she tried to move. Blood pooled around her head and flowed from her mouth like a flood. Her back was in agony, and she was sure that she looked quite strange. Her clothes had been replaced white Chinese pants, and a white Chinese shirt…..the color of mourning. Her silver hair had not been cut, but was soaking up blood. She moved. She attempted to cry out, but no sound escaped her throat. So it was true. She was mute. A dark form entered her alley, and bent over her. Her savior had unruly brown hair and empty cobalt eyes. He knelt before her and picked her up as if she was a doll. With her head rested against his chest, she felt safer than she had ever felt in her life. She fell asleep in his arms.
Duo answered the door with his usual bounce of enthusiasm. His cheerfulness was ruthlessly cut down when he opened the door to Heero. In the strong boy's arms, rested the very picture of betrayal. She wore clothes almost mimicking Wufei's to a stitch. Her long silver hair, that he estimated went down to the backs of her thighs, was matted, and soaked with blood. Her mouth and Heero's bare arm where her face had been resting were colored crimson-black with hearts blood. The girl was asleep, for Duo could see the steady motion of her body rising and falling, and the wet intake of breath. She was smaller that Heero, though she was tall enough to be maybe 15. About two years younger than himself if he wasn't mistaken. Her skin, which was as white as death, showed no bruises that should have been evident after her beating.
"What happened to her?" was all Duo could choke out before Heero pushed him out of the way and laid the girl on the couch. Duo wasted no further time.
"Quatre!!!!! Come here now!!!!"
The blond Arabian's head peeked out from the kitchen to tell Duo in an enduring tone, that lunch was almost ready.
"It's almost done Duo. Please stop----Praise Allah…..what happened?"
"I found her." Was all Heero said before sitting next to the figure.
"Winner! Is lunch ready yet? I'm…..great Nataku….Yuy….what did you do?"
"I found her."
"I'll call Sally." Said Trowa, as unfazed as usual.
Everyone left, going about urgent business, except Heero, and Wufei. Both had different reasons for staying, but the need kept them both. Heero because he was halted by the memory of an imaginary friend, and Wufei because he had seen her some where before….
"She looks just like a Tenshi." Muttered Heero.
"I think she is one." Said Quatre, who had snuck up behind them.
"She's not normal." Was all Wufei said, but that rendered them all silent.
He was there. She could feel his presence. Read his mind. Hear his heart. It had broken her heart when he had stopped believing. She had watched over him until the last, weather he believed or not. She couldn't help herself. He had become someone else. She still loved him with all her heart. She had told the council that she had acted on what she believed was right, but the truth was, that she loved him more than her own life. She knew that no matter what she did, he would never love her. How could he? He didn't even believe in her. She could smell him. He had always smelled of metal, and emptiness. She had saved him because she believed in him. It was ironic. He didn't believe in her, yet she believed in him with more than her heart. He would have been happier dead. He had nothing to live for anymore, and while he tried to hide it from his friends, it was there. The self doubt.
She fell back from the surface of her contiousness….
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------MusumeNoKuragari
Get it strait. I don't own anyone except Tenshi….Thanx a lot baka! Now I'm sad……
She fell. Fell through an endless pit of darkness. Through fire, water, wind, and earth. Flames licked at her silver hair, and the water tore at her cloud colored wings, causing them to leave a snowy trail of snow white feathers in their wake. Her dove colored tunic, matched with black pants, showed flashes of color that were quickly eradicated with the passing of motion.
The girl's---for the figure was undeniably female---fall was brutally stopped when her frail body impacted with a hard stone floor. Blood pooled around her head, and blackness overtook her vision
"It is good to see you again Tenshi." Said a grating voice that made her already abused head, ache.
"I had thought you were the goody-goody type, but it appears my judgment was faulty."
Tenshi moved her head from the pool of blood that matted her inhuman silver hair. She struggled to bring her strange, violet eyes into focus, to view her tormentor. The offending person was a shadow. A shadow that was wrapped into unholy red light, which reflected the tremors of war, and malice.
"S..S-shini—ga…shinigami…."
The figure laughed at her pathetic attempt to speak.
"Yes Tenshi. It's me, your 'best friend'.
"What….do you want……….Shinigami?"
"Come now Tenshi, I had imagined that your intelligence would have grown over the years. Don't you realize that you have broken the holy laws of the winged ones? Don't you understand that by your actions fate was changed irreparably? The course of destiny is forever changed, because you refused to let the little boy die."
"I did what had to be done. I don't care that I am in hell, because I do not regret that I acted. My actions, though they may have ruined destiny's plans, were not as evil as you might think. They would have killed him for no more excuse than he was in their way."
"My dearest Tenshi, I do not judge you, unfortunately, the council does. They have found your reasons lacking. Your punishment is to be set by me."
"Don't you realize that they're playing with you?"
This remark earned the girl a kick in the ribs, which started a river of blood that flowed between her lips.
"Don't you ever criticize my actions when you are under my control. You still don't get it do you? You aren't one of them anymore. You have fallen. None will know your name, though they will call you by it. You will be mute, and in pain. I will set your sentence now."
Tenshi only surveyed her one time friend with cold violet eyes.
"From this day forward, you shall be bereft of flight. Your wings shall melt into your shoulders from whence they came, until only a melding of flesh and feather remains to disfigure you, and set you apart from mortals. You shall be mute unable to tell your story to even those who would listen. There is only one chance to save yourself from an eternity alone, for your immortality shall remain, though you live in the mortal world. What you must do is this. Find the one who you saved, and help him achieve the status of a hero. When you do this, he will become immortal as you are, and you will no longer be mute. But heed this warning, though you may fall in love, the fact that you have been through the trauma of betrayal, will make it hard to trust. You shall have to tear off your connected shell, which will be the most painful thing you have ever done. That is my sentence. Bear it well Tenshi. I have faith that I will see you again my dear friend."
Shinigami raised her hand, and Tenshi's white wings started melting into the flesh of her shoulders. She screamed in agony as bone grated against bone, and flesh and feather melted as one. Feather like patterns were evident on the flesh of her shoulders, and the flesh melded with feather on the small of her back. More blood pooled around her mouth, and she was comforted only by the fact that she had done what was right, and unconsciousness.
Heero walked. He had just come from an ordeal with Relina, and didn't want to think about it.
He slumped down on his favorite bench in Sakura Musume Park and watched. This was his favorite place to come after such ordeals, or missions. He could just watch the children playing peacefully and revel in the fact that he had brought that peace. He was no longer a gundam pilot. He was lost. What use did the world need of such soldiers as him if the world would be at peace for eternity? The cynical side of his brain answered that he was a fool to think that peace would last forever when man still walked the earth. He had been lucky to find that the Preventer's still needed the best warriors to stop other wars.
He sighed. He knew he would never be happy. With what he had done, he deserved to have died in the final battle with Maremeia.
He got up and made his way home, to the apartment that he shared with the others. It was amazing that a 'Perfect Soldier' such as himself, did not want to live alone.
He had been walking for a while when he saw a bundle in a darkened alley way. He almost passed by it, but it moved.
He paused and entered the alley…….
The girl woke up. She knew she was in trouble when she tried to move. Blood pooled around her head and flowed from her mouth like a flood. Her back was in agony, and she was sure that she looked quite strange. Her clothes had been replaced white Chinese pants, and a white Chinese shirt…..the color of mourning. Her silver hair had not been cut, but was soaking up blood. She moved. She attempted to cry out, but no sound escaped her throat. So it was true. She was mute. A dark form entered her alley, and bent over her. Her savior had unruly brown hair and empty cobalt eyes. He knelt before her and picked her up as if she was a doll. With her head rested against his chest, she felt safer than she had ever felt in her life. She fell asleep in his arms.
Duo answered the door with his usual bounce of enthusiasm. His cheerfulness was ruthlessly cut down when he opened the door to Heero. In the strong boy's arms, rested the very picture of betrayal. She wore clothes almost mimicking Wufei's to a stitch. Her long silver hair, that he estimated went down to the backs of her thighs, was matted, and soaked with blood. Her mouth and Heero's bare arm where her face had been resting were colored crimson-black with hearts blood. The girl was asleep, for Duo could see the steady motion of her body rising and falling, and the wet intake of breath. She was smaller that Heero, though she was tall enough to be maybe 15. About two years younger than himself if he wasn't mistaken. Her skin, which was as white as death, showed no bruises that should have been evident after her beating.
"What happened to her?" was all Duo could choke out before Heero pushed him out of the way and laid the girl on the couch. Duo wasted no further time.
"Quatre!!!!! Come here now!!!!"
The blond Arabian's head peeked out from the kitchen to tell Duo in an enduring tone, that lunch was almost ready.
"It's almost done Duo. Please stop----Praise Allah…..what happened?"
"I found her." Was all Heero said before sitting next to the figure.
"Winner! Is lunch ready yet? I'm…..great Nataku….Yuy….what did you do?"
"I found her."
"I'll call Sally." Said Trowa, as unfazed as usual.
Everyone left, going about urgent business, except Heero, and Wufei. Both had different reasons for staying, but the need kept them both. Heero because he was halted by the memory of an imaginary friend, and Wufei because he had seen her some where before….
"She looks just like a Tenshi." Muttered Heero.
"I think she is one." Said Quatre, who had snuck up behind them.
"She's not normal." Was all Wufei said, but that rendered them all silent.
He was there. She could feel his presence. Read his mind. Hear his heart. It had broken her heart when he had stopped believing. She had watched over him until the last, weather he believed or not. She couldn't help herself. He had become someone else. She still loved him with all her heart. She had told the council that she had acted on what she believed was right, but the truth was, that she loved him more than her own life. She knew that no matter what she did, he would never love her. How could he? He didn't even believe in her. She could smell him. He had always smelled of metal, and emptiness. She had saved him because she believed in him. It was ironic. He didn't believe in her, yet she believed in him with more than her heart. He would have been happier dead. He had nothing to live for anymore, and while he tried to hide it from his friends, it was there. The self doubt.
She fell back from the surface of her contiousness….
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------MusumeNoKuragari