*Chapter one*
*flashback*
" Sorry Duo, but we did this because we care for you and we think that you spend to much time working, your a teenager, so enjoy life a little" said a very apologetic Quatre.
" Yeah, beside you NEED to get out of this rut you've dug yourself into" " and maybe leave Quetra and I alone for a while and get away from this whole scene" said Trowa in a not so apologenic voice.
" Hey, this is my life and I like my rut!!!" Duo said in response. He needed to say something in turn to being told that his two best friends and Wufei had planned a whole vacation to Earth for him.
" I'm not going!!!" said a very angry Duo.
" Shut-up baka, you're leaving even if I have to strap you to the shuttle!" Wufie nearly shouted out of frustration.
" We will just see about that" Duo grinned to his very frustrated friend.
*end flashback*
Well here he was on Earth in his Twin Turbo Supra MK4 *drool ahem..sorry, back to da story.*, speeding down....well wherever the hell he was.
" Damn that Wufei," Duo said lost in his thoughts not realizing that he had strayed away from the highway and was truly lost somewhere in the woods " How did he get me here, I thought I had the perfect hiding spot." " Who would have ever thought of looking for me at the graveyard, I wonder if they know about my infatuation with death"
It's not that Duo wanted to die or anything, he was just fascinated by death, he didn't know why but he had found out at a very young age, in fact he was still living at the Maxwell Church when he found an interesting book telling the story about Shinigami, he was so intrigued with the story that he went out and tried research as much as he could about the boy named Shinigami, he eventually adopted the nickname shinigami for himself when he found out that he and the boy had a lot in common, for instance, how they were both intrigued by death and dark things, and how their life stories were quite similar, except shinigami had been rescued by death, by darkness itself, and Duo had been saved by the light, yet he always thought it should have been different, that somehow, he was destined to be shinigami, that's why he had to leave the Maxwell Church, " for my own reasons" was what he had told Father Maxwell and Sister Helen, and left them, and the only family, and real life he had.
Duo stopped dead in the road when he realized that he had not seen another car in over 2 hours, and he was driving adequately over the speed limit. He also realized that he road had turned incredibly narrow. His small carry on suitcase, as ruthlessly organized as his life was at the moment, was sitting on the seat next to him. He took out the cell phone that his friends had bought him out of pity and started dialing, he swore softly when he found no signal
" Why don't I have a signal?!" " piece of shimatta" Duo scolded not only the phone but himself for getting into this mess in the first place
Maybe if he hadn't detoured off to see the world famous Noventa Cemetery. It was named after one of the greatest pacifists of all time, Marshall Noventa, he just had to see it.
He laid back, took one last 'cleansing' breath and figured that if he stayed on the road something was bound to come up... when he heard a familiar voice whisper say...
[ DUO ]
Instinctively, he glanced to the side of the window, into the gloom. And there, he saw the most beautiful body take shape, Duo wasn't concentrated on the body though, all he saw were the most intense and electrifying blue eyes ever.
Fighting fear, which was easy for shinigami, he lowered the window, leaned out the window into the driving rain trying to look at anything but the boys eyes " um...I seem to be lost, can you please help me?"
But when he looked back at the spot where the boy had been standing , there was nothing. "Nice Duo," he said to himself " you took this vacation to get away from these dreams and shit, and now your hallucinating, again"
Of course he was hallucinating, what he had just saw was just what had been the one of the many reasons Duo decided not to put up a long and dreary fight with Wufei when he found him in the cemetery, he wanted to get away from his dreams.
Duo was *not* stupid, despite what some people told him, he knew that it wasn't normal to have dreams where he would be lost in the woods and stumble across some sort of house and in it would be the most beautiful boy just waiting there for him. He knew it wasn't normal for him to be having these dreams and hallucinations every night and day, so he decided to let Wufei take him easy, not that if he struggled it would help. But here he was in the woods hallucinating again about the boy with the most beautiful eyes.
He scorned himself for being so foolish. It was getting dark, it wasn't quite dark but it was where the sky was that eerily blue and there wasn't enough light to illuminate much, mainly the trees were black and he could not quite see the road due to the heavy fog settling in.
" Damn, where did this come from?!" Duo scowled " I'll never be able to see in this crap"
Duo sped down the road trying to calm himself down by writing a letter mentally back to Trowa and Quatre, Duo grinned at the thought of the amusement on Trowa's face and worry on Quatre's. He smirked at how this was just the stuff that Sister Helen would scold him for, for well....being gay. He brushed the thought away of his beautiful boy and just concentrated on his letter, not realizing the huge buck in the street, somewhat because of the fog.
The buck was all white and it had gold eyes. It looked like it had just come out of nowhere and Duo did not even notice it until he was about 5 ft. away, when he did notice the beautiful beast, he swerved off the already narrow road trying to avoid the dent his supra would have to endure by hitting the thing. He didn't remember much after that.....all he knew is that he had this horrible headache and his supra was embedded into a tree.
" FUCKING SHIT" " MY CAR!!!" Duo shouted
Duo knew that he couldn't get up to the road. In fact he didn't even know where to road was.....so he decided to take a chance, it was all he could do know....he decided to go west...toward where he thought the road might be or if not....maybe he would find somewhere to stay the night.
The harsh rain drops stung his baby skin, and he had tripped at least 3 times, each time cursing at his friends for doing this to him....especially Wufei, he told himself that the reason he was going on was the thought of him killing Wufei, but it really wasn't, he felt like he knew these woods, and where he was going, it was all like deja vu to him, but he brushed the thought away, again scolding himself for how absurd he was being.
" owwww" Duo yelled as he tripped once again, and this time he didn't bother getting up. He was tired and wet and now, he was muddy, but most importantly he was starving and when he fell he had hit his stomach on some rocks and it hurt him even more than a cracking bone would have.
Duo just sat there and wept, he didn't know why, it wasn't the fear but something else something that wanted to be wrenched out of this heart like a splinter is wrenched form an aching finger. He now remembered nothing....neither name nor place.....nor dreams.....only that he had to find his way. Had to find it before it was too late....and he would just go to sleep, his eye-lids felt like they were carrying ten pounds, he was soo tired.
Just as the light in Duo's beautiful eyes started to dim he saw a light in his focus. If only he could make it to the light, everything would be alright again. Somehow.
A spear of lightning struck close, so close he could feel it sear the air, feel it drench the night with the hot sting of ozone. And in its afterglow he saw that the light was a single beam, from a single window in the tower of a castle.
Duo snickered at the thought that of course there would be a castle, he was lost in the woods and he came across a castle. And most likely there would be a prince in it. It seemed not odd at all that there should be a castle with its tower light glowing in the middle of the woods during a raging storm. His weeping became laugher, wild as the night, as he stumbled toward it, tramping through rivers of flowers.
He felt himself fall against the massive door and with what energy he had left , slapped a fist against it. The sound was swallowed by the storm. " Please" he murmured. " God, please, let me in"
By the fire, Heero had fallen into the twilight sleep he was allowed, had dreamed in the flames he'd set to blaze of his chestnut haired boy, coming to him, But his eyes had been frightened, and his cheeks pale as ice.
He'd slept through the storm, through the memories that often haunted him even in the drifting place(dreams). But when Duo had come into those dreams, when he had turned those eyes on him, Heero stirred. And spoke his name in a whisper.
He jolted awake, that name sliding out of his mind again. The fire had burned down nearly to ember now. he could have set it roaring again with a thought, but didn't bother. In any care, it was nearly time. He was by the pretty crystal clock on the ancient stone mantel he was amused by such anachronisms. That it was only seconds shy of midnight.
His week would begin at that stroke. For seven days and seven nights, he would BE. Not just a shadow in the world of dreams, but flesh, blood, and bone. He lifted his arms, threw back his head, and waited to become.
The world trembled, and the clock struck midnight. There was pain. He welcomed it. Oh, God, to feel. Cold burned his skin. His throat opened, and there was the blessed bliss of thirst. He opened his eyes. Colors sprang out at him, clear and true, without that damning mist that separated him for all the other time.
He lay back on his chair, and smelled the smoke from the fire. His senses were battered. He laughed a huge burst of maniacal laughter.
Even through his laughter he heard the pounding at the door. Jolted, he lowered his head, turned toward a sound he'd not heard in five hundred years. Then it was joined by another. "please" " God, please, let me in"
A trick, he thought. Why would he be tortured with tricks now? He wouldn't tolerate it. Not now. Not during his week to be. He threw out a hand, sending lights blazing. Furious, he strode out of the room., down the corridor, down the circling pie shaped stairs. They would not be allowed to infringe on during his week. He would not lose a single hour of the little time he had.
Impatient with the distance, he muttered the magic under his breath. And appeared again in the great hall. He wrenched open the door. Met the fury of the storm with fury of his own.
And saw him. He stared, transfixed, lost his breath, his mind. His heart. He had come.
Duo looked at the boy standing in front of him, and out of pure shock, fainted. but remembered saying something before he did, he had the faintest memory of saying
"There you are" and had collapsed into the other shocked boy's arms.
*flashback*
" Sorry Duo, but we did this because we care for you and we think that you spend to much time working, your a teenager, so enjoy life a little" said a very apologetic Quatre.
" Yeah, beside you NEED to get out of this rut you've dug yourself into" " and maybe leave Quetra and I alone for a while and get away from this whole scene" said Trowa in a not so apologenic voice.
" Hey, this is my life and I like my rut!!!" Duo said in response. He needed to say something in turn to being told that his two best friends and Wufei had planned a whole vacation to Earth for him.
" I'm not going!!!" said a very angry Duo.
" Shut-up baka, you're leaving even if I have to strap you to the shuttle!" Wufie nearly shouted out of frustration.
" We will just see about that" Duo grinned to his very frustrated friend.
*end flashback*
Well here he was on Earth in his Twin Turbo Supra MK4 *drool ahem..sorry, back to da story.*, speeding down....well wherever the hell he was.
" Damn that Wufei," Duo said lost in his thoughts not realizing that he had strayed away from the highway and was truly lost somewhere in the woods " How did he get me here, I thought I had the perfect hiding spot." " Who would have ever thought of looking for me at the graveyard, I wonder if they know about my infatuation with death"
It's not that Duo wanted to die or anything, he was just fascinated by death, he didn't know why but he had found out at a very young age, in fact he was still living at the Maxwell Church when he found an interesting book telling the story about Shinigami, he was so intrigued with the story that he went out and tried research as much as he could about the boy named Shinigami, he eventually adopted the nickname shinigami for himself when he found out that he and the boy had a lot in common, for instance, how they were both intrigued by death and dark things, and how their life stories were quite similar, except shinigami had been rescued by death, by darkness itself, and Duo had been saved by the light, yet he always thought it should have been different, that somehow, he was destined to be shinigami, that's why he had to leave the Maxwell Church, " for my own reasons" was what he had told Father Maxwell and Sister Helen, and left them, and the only family, and real life he had.
Duo stopped dead in the road when he realized that he had not seen another car in over 2 hours, and he was driving adequately over the speed limit. He also realized that he road had turned incredibly narrow. His small carry on suitcase, as ruthlessly organized as his life was at the moment, was sitting on the seat next to him. He took out the cell phone that his friends had bought him out of pity and started dialing, he swore softly when he found no signal
" Why don't I have a signal?!" " piece of shimatta" Duo scolded not only the phone but himself for getting into this mess in the first place
Maybe if he hadn't detoured off to see the world famous Noventa Cemetery. It was named after one of the greatest pacifists of all time, Marshall Noventa, he just had to see it.
He laid back, took one last 'cleansing' breath and figured that if he stayed on the road something was bound to come up... when he heard a familiar voice whisper say...
[ DUO ]
Instinctively, he glanced to the side of the window, into the gloom. And there, he saw the most beautiful body take shape, Duo wasn't concentrated on the body though, all he saw were the most intense and electrifying blue eyes ever.
Fighting fear, which was easy for shinigami, he lowered the window, leaned out the window into the driving rain trying to look at anything but the boys eyes " um...I seem to be lost, can you please help me?"
But when he looked back at the spot where the boy had been standing , there was nothing. "Nice Duo," he said to himself " you took this vacation to get away from these dreams and shit, and now your hallucinating, again"
Of course he was hallucinating, what he had just saw was just what had been the one of the many reasons Duo decided not to put up a long and dreary fight with Wufei when he found him in the cemetery, he wanted to get away from his dreams.
Duo was *not* stupid, despite what some people told him, he knew that it wasn't normal to have dreams where he would be lost in the woods and stumble across some sort of house and in it would be the most beautiful boy just waiting there for him. He knew it wasn't normal for him to be having these dreams and hallucinations every night and day, so he decided to let Wufei take him easy, not that if he struggled it would help. But here he was in the woods hallucinating again about the boy with the most beautiful eyes.
He scorned himself for being so foolish. It was getting dark, it wasn't quite dark but it was where the sky was that eerily blue and there wasn't enough light to illuminate much, mainly the trees were black and he could not quite see the road due to the heavy fog settling in.
" Damn, where did this come from?!" Duo scowled " I'll never be able to see in this crap"
Duo sped down the road trying to calm himself down by writing a letter mentally back to Trowa and Quatre, Duo grinned at the thought of the amusement on Trowa's face and worry on Quatre's. He smirked at how this was just the stuff that Sister Helen would scold him for, for well....being gay. He brushed the thought away of his beautiful boy and just concentrated on his letter, not realizing the huge buck in the street, somewhat because of the fog.
The buck was all white and it had gold eyes. It looked like it had just come out of nowhere and Duo did not even notice it until he was about 5 ft. away, when he did notice the beautiful beast, he swerved off the already narrow road trying to avoid the dent his supra would have to endure by hitting the thing. He didn't remember much after that.....all he knew is that he had this horrible headache and his supra was embedded into a tree.
" FUCKING SHIT" " MY CAR!!!" Duo shouted
Duo knew that he couldn't get up to the road. In fact he didn't even know where to road was.....so he decided to take a chance, it was all he could do know....he decided to go west...toward where he thought the road might be or if not....maybe he would find somewhere to stay the night.
The harsh rain drops stung his baby skin, and he had tripped at least 3 times, each time cursing at his friends for doing this to him....especially Wufei, he told himself that the reason he was going on was the thought of him killing Wufei, but it really wasn't, he felt like he knew these woods, and where he was going, it was all like deja vu to him, but he brushed the thought away, again scolding himself for how absurd he was being.
" owwww" Duo yelled as he tripped once again, and this time he didn't bother getting up. He was tired and wet and now, he was muddy, but most importantly he was starving and when he fell he had hit his stomach on some rocks and it hurt him even more than a cracking bone would have.
Duo just sat there and wept, he didn't know why, it wasn't the fear but something else something that wanted to be wrenched out of this heart like a splinter is wrenched form an aching finger. He now remembered nothing....neither name nor place.....nor dreams.....only that he had to find his way. Had to find it before it was too late....and he would just go to sleep, his eye-lids felt like they were carrying ten pounds, he was soo tired.
Just as the light in Duo's beautiful eyes started to dim he saw a light in his focus. If only he could make it to the light, everything would be alright again. Somehow.
A spear of lightning struck close, so close he could feel it sear the air, feel it drench the night with the hot sting of ozone. And in its afterglow he saw that the light was a single beam, from a single window in the tower of a castle.
Duo snickered at the thought that of course there would be a castle, he was lost in the woods and he came across a castle. And most likely there would be a prince in it. It seemed not odd at all that there should be a castle with its tower light glowing in the middle of the woods during a raging storm. His weeping became laugher, wild as the night, as he stumbled toward it, tramping through rivers of flowers.
He felt himself fall against the massive door and with what energy he had left , slapped a fist against it. The sound was swallowed by the storm. " Please" he murmured. " God, please, let me in"
By the fire, Heero had fallen into the twilight sleep he was allowed, had dreamed in the flames he'd set to blaze of his chestnut haired boy, coming to him, But his eyes had been frightened, and his cheeks pale as ice.
He'd slept through the storm, through the memories that often haunted him even in the drifting place(dreams). But when Duo had come into those dreams, when he had turned those eyes on him, Heero stirred. And spoke his name in a whisper.
He jolted awake, that name sliding out of his mind again. The fire had burned down nearly to ember now. he could have set it roaring again with a thought, but didn't bother. In any care, it was nearly time. He was by the pretty crystal clock on the ancient stone mantel he was amused by such anachronisms. That it was only seconds shy of midnight.
His week would begin at that stroke. For seven days and seven nights, he would BE. Not just a shadow in the world of dreams, but flesh, blood, and bone. He lifted his arms, threw back his head, and waited to become.
The world trembled, and the clock struck midnight. There was pain. He welcomed it. Oh, God, to feel. Cold burned his skin. His throat opened, and there was the blessed bliss of thirst. He opened his eyes. Colors sprang out at him, clear and true, without that damning mist that separated him for all the other time.
He lay back on his chair, and smelled the smoke from the fire. His senses were battered. He laughed a huge burst of maniacal laughter.
Even through his laughter he heard the pounding at the door. Jolted, he lowered his head, turned toward a sound he'd not heard in five hundred years. Then it was joined by another. "please" " God, please, let me in"
A trick, he thought. Why would he be tortured with tricks now? He wouldn't tolerate it. Not now. Not during his week to be. He threw out a hand, sending lights blazing. Furious, he strode out of the room., down the corridor, down the circling pie shaped stairs. They would not be allowed to infringe on during his week. He would not lose a single hour of the little time he had.
Impatient with the distance, he muttered the magic under his breath. And appeared again in the great hall. He wrenched open the door. Met the fury of the storm with fury of his own.
And saw him. He stared, transfixed, lost his breath, his mind. His heart. He had come.
Duo looked at the boy standing in front of him, and out of pure shock, fainted. but remembered saying something before he did, he had the faintest memory of saying
"There you are" and had collapsed into the other shocked boy's arms.
