Hi, this is my second oldest fanfic that I ever wrote, which means I wrote it like years ago. Well, I hope you'll have fun reading it.

STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLIED: I do not own the following characters from Gundam Wing, they belong to whatever company that owns them.

Warnings: Totally AU, humor and moments of pure silliness, slight Relena bashing (Well, just for exaggeration sake of this story, after all it's AU. I do like her fine usually), background angst, NCS, Yaoi.

3x4x3, 1x2x1, Implied 5xS, one-sided 5/2x1, othersx3 (NCS)

LOVE VS LUST

Chapter 1: Clouds so soft and sky so blue... but where's Trowa? (1/4)

Looking down from the starry sea of Heaven, lying tummy-down on his soft cottony bed, is an innocent-looking angel with dazzling light blond hair, soft feathery wings and perfectly sweet and beautiful features. He is the Guardian Angel of Concern, heading the heavenly Department of Concern, the extremely benevolent Quatre. The Department of Concern is one of the largest departments in the whole of Heaven, with forty highly loyal and efficient male angels and twenty-nine very caring and sisterly female angels.

With him, one can always find the tall and slender, Guardian Angel of Love, and the Head of Department of Love of Heaven, Trowa Love, who is usually seen riding his heavenly pet, the magnificent Flying Lion. Trowa, unlike Quatre has brown hair with unusual bangs that shade off half his face, thus revealing only of his emerald-like eyes. Other highly, significant things about Trowa is his grace and his silence. For as we all know, love is a truly beautiful thing, one that is beyond any words of expression, yet it can be highly mysterious, like its guardian. Furthermore, as the saying goes, love is blind, or at least half-blind, therefore it is highly significant that Trowa's unusual bangs block off half his sight.

But, in fact, he never really need his sight, for he has his partner, err...lover, Quatre to look out for him, for concern is the eyes of love, as love brings about concern.

Ah, all is so peaceful, thought Quatre as he looked down from his heavenly home, viewing Mother Earth and all her living creatures. But...But then why am I feeling so uneasy, so nervous, as if...as if...

"Hello!" a cheery loud voice, suddenly boomed out from nowhere, breaking his thoughts.

Quatre and Trowa turned around to find their close friend, the Department Head of Death, the Guardian Angel of Death, wearing his usual wide grin across his face, walking towards them arm-in-arm with his lover, the grim Guardian Angel of Peace, who headed the heavenly department in-charge of fighting for peace. He is highly serious in his mission to obtain peace for all mankind.

"Hiya guys, err...I meant angels, come-on stop being so overly zealous in your work, p-please. Let's play together, 'kay?" said the hyper-active, hyper-joyful and hyper-playful Duo Death.

"What?!" Heero Peace stared back at his lover in shock.

"..." was all Trowa said.

"Come-on, you two stop being so...so dead, well...inactive! Hey, Quatre come-on tell them to loosen up..."

"I don't think it's a good idea, I...I don't know why but I have a really bad-feeling that...that something really, really terrible is..."

"Stop being such a worrier, Quatre" interrupted Duo, as he moved forward to give his friend a gentle pat.

Trowa too moved closer to give him a comforting hug and a peck in the middle of his forehead.

"Trowa..."

"I don't know, but I feel that Quatre might be right after all," said Heero suddenly, "I mean we all know how sensitive and accurate Quatre is, after all every single time he makes such a prediction, something bad always occur."

"Well...in that case...Quatre you had looked down of Heaven just now, spotted anything?" questioned Duo.

"No, all seemed peaceful, but..."answered Quatre.

Suddenly, a whirlwind blew across the heavenly skys, and the floor of Heaven started shaking badly, as if, as if there is a horrendous earthquake, but there is never an earthquake in the peaceful Heaven before...

The wind and the shaking stopped as sudden as it started.

"Is everyone alright?" questioned the ever kind Guardian Angel of Concern, Quatre. He looked around, and counted silently one...two...plus myself three...only three angels...where is Trowa?

"T-Trowa is gone!" shouted out Quatre in a highly anxious voice. "Trowa is gone!"

"Oh mine, he's right!" exclaimed Duo, moving over to comfort his by now tearing friend. "Quatre, its alright, we'll think of something, right Heero?"

"..." Heero just stared back expressionlessly.

"Heero!" screamed Duo.

Quatre looked up with pleading eyes at the Guardian Angel of Peace.

"Let's go find our friend, the Guardian Angel of Justice."

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A mysterious-looking boy woke up by a dusty, deserted and isolated road. His whole body was fully decorated with unsightly scratches and bruises.

The boy sat up, hugging his head with both hands and resting it on his bend knees. The throbbing pain of the massive headache was literally killing him. He felt as if his head was splitting apart into million pieces.

After a while, when he felt that the pounding in his head has lessened, he lifted his head up and looked around in a daze...All he could see was an endless road, that seem to continue on forever...

Where am I? Who...Who am I? Why can't I seem to remember anything

He dusted himself, stood up and looked around once again, hoping, wishing, and praying that he could find some clues, any clue...any direction. He felt so lost...so lonely...

Out of the blue, a memory struck him. The boy remembered something or at least someone...faintly, but it was enough to comfort him. Blue eyes, soft and beautiful, eyes full of kindness and compassion... eyes that doesn't seem to belong to human, but something more heavenly...and oh yes, blond hair, gorgeous, dazzling hair...so fine...so lovely...Who is that person...no, I'm sure he's a boy...but who...who's the boy.

Why can't I remember anything? No! I must know who is that boy? Who is the boy with those blue eyes that sparkles more than precious sapphire and that blond hair, so...so wonderfully soft...So strange! It's like I can almost feel his hair...so strange... but...but who is he?

The mysterious-looking boy raised his head, his one visible, seemingly depthless dark green eye, skyward and sighed. Where is my angel? I must seek him...I must! He strained hard, really, trying to get a more vivid mind-picture of the boy...his angel, but the only reward he got was more pain in his already throbbing head...

It's no use. He gave up finally...

Maybe...maybe I should just start walking...

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Chapter 1 (End)

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