Title:
The City of
Angels (lemme think for a new name.. ne?)
Author:
Yoake no Ôkami aka. Ryoshi-chan
Email
address: ronin_no_toshokan@hotmail.com
Rating:
shounen ai – to be.. dunno what'll happen when I write more (expect yaoi if I
follow the movies plot..*grin*)
Pairings:
obviously 1+2, probably others, dunno yet.
Notes:
alrightyou.. I'm just trying and experimenting with this, let me know if I
should continue it and.. so on and so on.. It's quite short so far..(meaning:
there's not much stuff to find interesting) but.. *argh* Tell me if it's no good.. ooooorrr.. good. ^^; Pretty please?
Disc.: Don't own them, as much as I wanted to,
but.. Not getting any money for it either. GW and the City of angels are not
mine, and I'm using them without a permission.. but then again don't we all. ^^
Well, anyways.. enjoy!
The City
of Angels (lemme think for a new name.. ne?)
"Why did
this happen? Why..?" A young boy sobbed, clutching a limp body in his arms. The
debris around him was yet crumbling and the cruel winds played with his long
chestnut brown hair as the smokes from the attacked church still rouse from the
ruins. His world was nothing but dark confusion of grief and utter disbelief.
How could it be happening? Why? How? It was too clear to make sense to him.
He cradled
the battered body in his lithe arms, tears flowing from his wide violet eyes
even without him noticing. His throat felt too tight to breathe, his eyes were
stinging and not only for the smoke, his body trembled as his mind felt numb to
the reality. " why? " He whispered to the body as if it could
tell the reasons of it's death. He trembled, terrified and shaken, it hurt too
much. All he knew was pain.
And who was
that, standing there? Another grieving survivor? Through his tears of heart
shattering pain of loss and horror of the destruction he saw a young boy
standing, not too far away. He seemed older than him, but he couldn't be more
than 15 or 16. The boy, clad in black, but yet an unworldly thin trench coat -
you could almost see his slender body under the material - and with unruly dark
hair stared at him emotionless and quiet.
"Why did
they do this? They had no right.. We were no threat to them.." He sobbed to the
boy, seeking for answers and understanding. The wind caught the dark-haired
boy's thin coat and flared the fabric delicately.
"They
killed them all.."
"But not
you." The other boy spoke, his low, nasal voice flat.
"Not me.."
He sighed a fragile breath and hugged the dead body closer to himself and
closed his eyes, trying to clear his vision. As he opened his eyes, few seconds
later he was alone on the wide area, newly washed with blood – once a church.
~*~
Several
Years Later
The little
man jumped on a large bunny and together they bounced off to the carrots
floating in the air, between large boulders of rolling stones that missed the
treats every time. Up ahead there seemed to be a bright red carrot and the
little man spurred his mount to a desperate leap towards the vegetable.
"Aeee!!
Watch that one! Ugh! Ugh! There!! Watch out! Phew, but the worst is yet to
come!!" Duo screamed and whined as he encouraged his blonde Arabian friend.
Quatre whimpered and shifted on his place every other second, twisting his arms
as if the weird positions would've helped him to in the game. "No!! Oh! Good!
Right! Left!! No, take that one first!"
"You'reblockingtheview!!
You'reblockingtheview!!" Quatre yelped, trying to jump on his buttocks to see
the screen.
'GAME…OOVERRR'
Said a low pleasant voice and asked if they wanted to try again.
"Yesssss!"
Quatre huffed and bit his lip.
"Hell
yeah!! Now what did I tell you, Quat? Isn't it great or what!" The braided
pilot beamed and grinned enthusiastically.
"Heh, you
were right. It's harder than it seems." The blonde pilot of Sandrock smiled,
obviously enjoying his time with the game.
"Hehe,
told'cha—uh! Be ready!! It's starting! Jump!! Jump I said!!!!"
Quatre was
too busy ducking and jumping over the flying tomatoes to answer his friend.
Both of
them yelped and squealed joyfully terrified as the main character of the game
was jumping through death serious dangers. Trowa looked up from his seat at the
table on the other side of the room where he was reading a book. For a while he
followed the fast and flashing game and the two of his friends and co-pilots
ranting over it and nearly smiled, his emerald green eyes softening just a bit,
without anyone noticing, as Wufei was behind him in the little kitchen of their
safehouse, and Heero was nowhere to be seen. After a while, he returned to his
book.
From the
corner of his eye, Duo caught a movement and grinned, without even looking.
"Yo,
Hee-chan. Why don't'cha sit down and play for a while, I bet a perfect soldier
like you could run through this game in a nanosecond!" He turned his wide
trademark smile at the dark-haired youth few meters behind him and cocked his
eyebrows a few times. "Am I right or am I right?"
Trowa
blinked and glanced at the trio in the little substitute of an living-room,
how'd Heero gotten past him? There was only two ways to the living room, other
was through the kitchen and obviously past him and Wufei, and the other was
through the balcony door which always made a small,
almost-a-too-small-to-be-heard creak when opened. He must've been getting soft
for not noticing their Mr. Perfect soldier sneaking in, after all even Heero
couldn't be so good that he wouldn't notice.
Heero was
standing still and stared at Duo for a while with the nonchalant glare he wore
most of the time, which made most of the normal people to shrink under it. Duo
just smiled his would-be-innocent-if-it-weren't-Duo-grin and waited for an
answer that would never come.
"Mission,
Duo, you're coming with me." Heero informed and already left towards the
kitchen.
"Hm?"
Quatre blinked and put the game on hold. "It's only for two?"
"Yes."
"Ahh, 'twas
getting a bit boring already! Shinigami needs his action!!" Duo smirked as he
stood up, stretching. "No offense, Quat."
"Eh-heh..
No problem Duo. Good luck to you both." The blonde boy smiled at the braided
pilot, clad in his usual black priest's outfit and to the grim dark-haired boy
in his spandex and tanktop.
"Thanks,
man! But you really think the God of Death needs luck? Deathscythe is
invincible!" Duo bounced towards the kitchen, energetic as usual making Quatre
laugh a bit, but not quite erasing the worry that was natural for the smallest
of the five pilots. Even if he said nothing, they'd always know he would worry
over them, and as always, Duo did his best to ease his friend with his cocky
self-confidence. Although Quatre never had the heart to tell, it made him even
more worrisome, thinking that Duo's shows of stupid courage would someday end
in a tragedy. Quatre felt his smile falter, but made his best to keep it up, at
least until the two were out.
Trowa and
Heero barely nodded at each others as the pilot of Wing passed the French
pilot, but Wufei found quite a lot to say to Duo who just grinned and smoothly
evaded the comments of his hotheaded careless behavior, leaving the three
remaining pilots with a wild "Have Fear, Shinigami's here!"- yell. Heero
followed, without even looking back.
~*~
To Be
Continued...?
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