This would have been typed a lot faster then it was if not for depression/rage over Trump and every cabinet choice he has made, and general holiday lack of free time. Since conservatives put Trump in power I have decided to say fuck you to them by motivating myself to work on the kind fics they hate, aka anything I have posted ever. I am sorry to fans who had to wait on this so long from FFN, I really do suck sometimes. If you like it feel free to tell me why. If there is something you want to see, have explained, etc ask. If you want to tell me I'll burn in Hell go for, see you there ;P.
WarNinGs: Hiro/Heero is introduced in this chapter, Duo's unique way of speaking, not much else going on.
Aishi Say
"...Her halo is broken but there's fight in her eyes
Walls are built to keep us safe
Until they're crashing down
Worlds apart we were the same
Until you hit the ground..."
From Theory Of A Deadman's 'Angel, this song is stuck in my head so here we are, YouTube it if you haven't heard it yet.
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Katrina hummed softly as she focused her powers, pale hands glowing in a soft blue white light. "Sister?" Trowa murmured turning his head towards the source of the humming and power, too weak to move much or even really open his eyes.
"No young one," Katrina answered softly, frowning when the angel did.
Trowa frowned, senses clearing enough to know this was a stranger, "Don't..."
"shh..," Katrina soothed a gentle hand on the angel's chest, he relaxed after a moment and she smiled slightly. "That's right be still Cousin." Dark teal eyes watched the other's many slashes seal, bruises fade, skin smooth and return to a healthy color once more. Normally angels healed themselves in time, far faster then any human ever could, but in Hell their powers were severally weakened. The same thing would happen if she were to return to Heaven, which is why the Final War would be waged on Earth. "I know you can still hear me listen closely now. My son is most distraught over your torture I assure you. Be kind to him, there is no reason to be so cold devils were angels just as the Fallen were." She removed her hand, pale gray wings folding behind and around her like a cape.
Dark forest green eyes half opened and focused on her, regarding her silently for a moment, "Fallen?"
"From grace yes," Katrina answered with a nod, watching a calculating glint return to the angel's eyes. "You are healed but still weak so lay still and hear me Cousin, my son is no threat to you."
"Son?" Trowa frowned brain still foggy from recovering from the pain he remembered before this strange conversation.
"Pale, blond, dark teal eyes like my own?" Katrina gestured at her face, her son looked like her rather then his father.
Trowa frowned as his foggy brain started to clear more and more, "He's..."
"Half Fallen, half Castout," Katrina supplied not caring if the angel was asking that or not. "His father was a friend of Lucifer and so fell with him, I am from the angels made after the War. My boy truly cares for you Angel, he will not harm you."
"He..," Trowa started before trailing off with a wince, being weak was not a minor annoyance right now.
"He truly did not know," Katrina interjected when the angel's protests were paused. "He is not used to the cruel side of Hell."
Trowa frowned at the Fallen, her tone and pale gray wings were convincing enough, wings could be summoned and banished but their colors were not easily changed. "I can..."
"He is a good boy," Katrina protested cutting the angel off yet again, she did not want to get into a shouting match with the youth even if he was fully healed.
"Mother?" Quatre called as he opened the door, sure he had heard her voice a moment ago.
"Quatre?!" Katrina cried turning to her son, blinking at him when he turned his attention from her to the angel.
"Angel you're all right! I'm relieved," Quatre smiled at the angel who was frowning at him slightly in a thoughtful manner, it was better than superstition or anger.
"Yes he is, though he is still weak so do not let him get up. I will return soon so watch over him for me." Katrina knew Quatre would see to the angel without having to be told to, he was not a cold heartless soul even if he was born of Hell.
"Yes Mother," Quatre said with a nod as he walked up to the angel, "May I sit?"
Trowa glanced at the blond, "I am a prisoner why ask me?"
"You are not chained are you?" Quatre asked, smiling when the angel frowned at him before shaking his head. "You are safe here."
Trowa crossed his arms frowning at the devil, "I am in Hell I am hardly safe."
"No one will harm you here," Quatre was not surprised the angel was being resistant, Hell had not been kind so far.
"Yes they will," Trowa was in enemy territory and plenty of those enemies would love to get their claws on him even if a few might not.
"You'll never come to trust me will you? I am just a vile thing in your eyes aren't I?" Quatre sat down on the chair beside the bed looking truly miserable. "I am sorry I sicken you so," The blond devil buried his face in his hands trembling.
Trowa blinked at the devil in open confusion, devils were not suppose to be able to cry like that, nor were his tears made of blood. Could everything he been taught be so wrong, or was this devil just that different from the others? "Why do you cry so?"
"You consider me your enemy," Quatre answered not looking at the angel as he spoke.
"Yes," Trowa confirmed with a nod, it was hardly a secret he had do love of devils or their demons.
"That is why," Quatre answered solemnly before moving, taking the angel's hand he closed the other's fingers around the hilt of his dagger. Settling the point at the hallow of his throat he swallowed, "Go on kill me and run, it is the only way to escape from this place. Why do you hesitate? I am evil you are good, this is why you were created. Do it but please be quick, after all I am useless." He continued to feel the tip against his pale flesh but the blade did not move at all. Opening his eyes he stared at the angel confused, unsure why the other had not stuck. Rich green eyes were cold but the blade remained frozen in place. "What are you waiting for?" Pale fingers closed over the angel's frowning slightly, "Why?" Dark eyes looked away and Quatre took his dagger back without resistance, "It is not battle is that why?"
"Why do you wish to die?" Trowa did not understand this devil, he was so very confusing.
"I don't but you are an angel, I am a devil...you said so before this is out fate, to kill each other." Quatre did not want to hurt anyone, and killing demons was another matter. If one of them had to die so the other could live Quatre was resigned to be that one.
Trowa frowned, that was how their world worked, gray areas were something only the humans could truly fit into, "I..."
"Yes?" Quatre prompted not sure what the angel wished to say, he looked thoughtful rather then annoyed or angry so he was curious.
"I will not kill you," Trowa answered softly, certainly not by stabbing the devil in the throat with his own dagger in cold blood.
"Why not?" Quatre wanted to hear a reason, even it was as simple as the angel would not kill in cold blood.
"You spared my life so I spare yours, it is our way." Trowa had never spared a foe before, devils did not tend to spare anyone or anything.
"Most devils simply kill angels," Quatre knew a few who liked to try and capture them for information, playthings, nothing good. While curious about the forces of good he had never ever considered trying to capture one, and if his angel was any indication it would have not have gone well.
Trowa nodded, he did not have to be told what devils and angels did when they crossed each other's paths, "I know."
Quatre frowned, as a Warrior class his angel knew more about that then he likely did, "I am sorry."
"I know that too, your mother already told me as much." Trowa was sure the blond meant everything in general rather then any one thing in particular, it seemed the most fitting.
"You believe my mother?" Quatre already knew his angel seemed to like her but what was so different between them?
Trowa nodded, "The Fallen and the Castout are not the same so yes."
"I am neither," Quatre reminded the angel gently, not wanting to start another shouting match.
"You are both," Trowa countered evenly, sensing the blond did not wish to fight and in truth neither did he just then.
Quatre nodded, both statements were true, "I have never met God, tell me does he have wings as well?" Deciding to change the subject he decided to ask a few things he had always wished to know.
Trowa blinked at the sudden change of subject before shaking his head, "No, only angels do."
"Oh...I think yours are beautiful, Mother's were once white like yours once." Even humans knew angels had white wings that all but glowed in the light, a glow that was lost with sin.
Trowa glanced down at his wings, he rarely gave their coloring any thought, "Yes."
Quatre reached out pale fingers only to freeze in hesitation, he had been yelled at the last time he had touched the soft ivory feathers. He caught alert green eyes focus on his hand, narrowing slightly in thought for a long moment before softness brushed his fingertips. "Angel?"
"It's all right," Trowa assured the hesitant devil, the blond was not about to start plucking feathers or anything.
Quatre smiled as he stroked soft feathers, frowning after a moment, "Angel, Lucifer told me you would not even give your name, and your master allows this...why?" It might not be wise to ask the angel about his motive but the blond was curious, he was not sure he could really help it if he wished to.
Trowa frowned slightly at the question, the other always seemed to have so many, "Demons do not deserve it."
Quatre nodded, he really should not have expected anything more from the angel. "Will God send for you?"
"I do not know, He cannot see into Hell just as Satan cannot see into Heaven." Trowa answered with a bit of an absent shrug, he was not nearly old enough to be privy to all the plans of Heaven.
Quatre frowned at the angel in concern, "Surely He would not abandon you?"
"I am a Warrior, designed to be replaceable," Trowa answered evenly, angels did not age much past their twenties anymore, not that old age could kill anything born of Heaven even if it was tainted.
"Lucifer values his servants, save the mindless demons," Quatre did not like the idea of being nothing more then a living tool to use and discard when it was no longer convent to use.
Trowa frowned slightly but made no comment, "I serve that is all that I am, otherwise existence has no meaning."
"That is so sad. Don't you have any dreams of your own?" Quatre paused when the angel tilted his head at him, "Are you a servant or a slave?"
Dark green eyes narrowed slightly before they closed with a sigh, "I have no dreams."
"Yes, we angels are punished for such things," Katrina reminded her son as she entered the room, expression sympathetic.
"Mother?" Quatre asked turning to the elder blonde, unsure why dreams were so wrong to have.
"Hush Little One, angels serve that is their purpose, why they are given life. For an angel to do otherwise is a sin, and they are cast from Heaven to roam among the mortals or our kind." Katrina had known the rules well before she had broken them.
Quatre frowned up as his mother, "But why? Humans have wills, why can't angels?"
"It is not ou-thier way," Katrina answered looking away, right hand grabbing her left in a half self hug.
"Angel will you be punished?" Quatre demanded as he turned suddenly on the angel, ignoring his blink.
"Punished? For what?" Trowa asked titling his head, sure the blond did not mean being captured, Michel would chide him but nothing more.
"For talking with us," Quatre knew the angel had not given them any information, he would not even give his name, but God could be so unforgivably harsh it seemed.
Trowa frowned at the answer, the two sides were not forbidden to carry on a conversation, "No."
"Good," Quatre smiled in relief, he was just starting to get the angel to trust him even just a little, he did not want to lose the fragile trust they shared.
Katrina smiled as she pored some steaming tea into a cup, her son was such an endearing soul, "Cousin drink this it will help restore you, as you and angel's power weakens greatly in Hell."
Trowa took the cup with a nod, there was a reason the final war would be fought on earth, "Thank you."
Katrina nodded, pleased the angel accepted the tea without protest, "You are still a holy warrior of the Lord our God, it would be best if you can at least defend yourself."
Quatre frowned when the angel sipped the tea his mother had given him with nothing more then a curious sniff. 'He trusts mother, even seems to like her but...why can't he look at me without suspicion? Mother married a Castaway so…'
Katrina regarded the angel as he sipped the tea like a good patient, she had done all she could for the child. "I have duties to attend to so I will see you both later."
"Goodbye Mother," Quatre gave his mother a smile before frowning at the angel, "Why trust her?" There was no mistake that the angel did, he had not even hesitated to accept the tea.
"The lighter the wings the lesser the sin, hers are very pale," Trowa answered simply, even humans knew that dark wings were a sing of evil.
"Why is that creature in my home?" Quatre jumped at his father's shout, the angel's eyes narrowed. Lord Winner entered the room and frowned, "Explain my son?"
Quatre glanced at the angel, who looked annoyed but not about to charge at his father, "I...he...um..."
"He is not some pet he is an angel," Lord Winner reminded his child when he trailed off, Quatre was a good boy but too naive sometimes for his own good.
Quatre frowned, the white wings were a dead giveaway the other was an angel, "So were you and mother once." Angel or not they had come to basic understanding, the two races could be civil towards each other if they cared to try.
Lord Winner looked away for a moment, "Yes, well, your mother no longer serves God, he does."
Quatre crossed his arms as he frowned at his father, "Father I want to talk to him it is my right, I am curious about God and neither of you will say much about him."
Lord Winner frowned right back, "God is unimportant, you are born of Hell not Heaven."
"I know you," Trowa interrupted with a calculating frown.
"Do you boy?" Lord Winner challenged turning his attention to the young angel, "What do you think you know of me?"
"You were once a loyal warrior but you faltered and was cast down with Satan. You are Winner are you not?" Trowa had heard all about those who had been cast out during his training, everyone did, though he had not expected to meet famous devils before the final days.
Lord Winner frowned at the very short version of his fall from grace, "Yes I am Winner. My only sin was that I was more loyal to my friend then to my master. You Heaven's Hound will not leave this place or I shall deal with you."
"Father," Quatre protested, the angel had not done anything worth threatening him over.
"Silence! You are young and foolish, obey and you may keep your new pet," Lord Winner snapped, he would not be questioned in front of an enemy solider.
"I...yes Father," Quatre submitted with a bow of his head.
Lord Winner nodded, "That is my good son. It is for your own good."
"Yes Father," Quatre said with a nod not raising his head. Winner nodded once more before narrowing his eyes at the angel before walking out of the room.
Trowa frowned, "A father should not talk that way."
Quatre sighed, "He's right you are safer here."
"He insulated you," Trowa reminded the blond ignoring the other's concern, even devils had to fallow the rules of Hell.
"I am young and foolish. I should have left you where I found you, you weren't some wounded bird I could take home and look after. You have every right to hate and distrust me," Quatre finished looking up at the angel at last.
Trowa nodded absently, he was not going to disagree that the devil had made a few mistakes, "What do you plan to do with me?"
"I won't hurt you," Quatre answered hoping the angel would believe him, he wished the other no harm. "Do you believe that?"
Trowa regarded the devil for a long silent moment before nodding, "yes."
"Why?" Quatre asked, while thankful the angel did not doubt him he still wanted to know why.
"You are too emotional to make a good liar," Trowa answered with a bit of a smile.
Quatre looked down not sure what to say, "I..."
Trowa frowned tilting his head, "Why do you care about God?"
Quatre looked up at the question, expression a little sad, "He speaks of peace and understanding yet I see so little of it in His world. Humans so easily forsake him, it must be painful for him."
Trowa nodded solemnly, "It is, he is often sad but there is little he can do about it."
"Lucifer pities Him sometimes, saying he knew humans would turn on him," Quatre hated suffering so he could imagine how God had to feel. Lucifer may be bitter but he still felt for his creator, just as the blond was sure God still cared for his fallen children.
Trowa frowned, he had heard that before as well, "He was right, though most still remain loyal."
Quatre nodded, most of the human race was made up of 'good' people, "Yes they do, sadly some just for the promise of rewards."
"It is the way of humans," Trowa reminded the devil with a shrug, they were still young and learning.
"Yes it is," Quatre agreed not sounding happy about that fact either. "Angel do you think God would like me?"
Trowa frowned as he considered the question, "I am unsure."
"Why?" Quatre was curious by nature, and an angel knew God better then a devil could.
Trowa did not answer for a moment, "You are much like an angel but you were raised here." It was all very confusing, and while curious he did not enjoy being confused for long.
Quatre smiled at the other's comment, the other would know, "Thank you. Heaven must be beautiful but I'll never see it."
"You could always join my side," Trowa reminded the devil gently, if and angel could fall surely a devil could rise.
"But Mother and Father...no God does not want them so why would he want me?" Quatre was intrigued by the idea, would he be so warmly welcomed in a place that rejected both his parents?
"You would have to ask Him," Trowa answered evenly, switching sides should never be an easy choice.
"He would talk to me?!" The idea of talking to God was a bit overwhelming to the angelic looking blond devil.
Trowa chuckled softly at the outburst, it was adorable, "He talks to everyone."
Quatre blushed slightly at the chiding reminder, "Would you come with me?"
"Would I what?!" Trowa blinked at the devil confused, ignoring the fact it was his turn to sound foolish.
"Come with me to meet God," Quatre answered ignoring the other's shocked outburst since his made more sense then his own had. "He sounds scary."
Trowa shook his head at the childlike comment, "He is not scary just powerful."
"Of course he created everything as if it was nothing," Quatre knew it had not been an instant change but it was close enough.
Trowa arched a brow, "You sound envious."
"Just impressed really...is that bad?" Quatre did not care for envy, it was a sin so many evil beings seem to posse.
"No, God is powerful," Trowa saw no reason to not be impressed by God, He was impressive.
"So why not just lock Lucifer away?" The Devil could escape his realm, it was a game he liked to play really. Quatre was curious why God would allow such a thing if he could prevent it.
Trowa frowned looking away, "Satan was his child just like your parents...it is hard for a parent to abandon their children."
Quatre nodded absently it made sense to him, "Do you pity my kind?"
Trowa glanced at the devil through his long bangs, "I kill demons by the hundreds but far fewer devils. It is easier to kill something that does not look like you."
"Makes sense, don't feel bad I could not kill you after I saw you. You looked so helpless it was...just impossible." Quatre admitted softly, he would have felt for any wounded creature his angel just happened to be a beautiful one.
"At the end no mercy will be shown to you," Trowa reminded the devil a bit too gently to be called even toned.
"I understand, the good and the evil will fall and be judged mortal and immortal alike. I just hope I don't have to kill. Will you kill me nice and quick so I can die without sentient blood on my hands Angel?"
Trowa blinked, frowned, and finally nodded, "If I see you I will attempt it."
Quatre smiled relived, "Thank you, I will look for you at the end."
Trowa frowned slightly, "Any would kill you."
Quatre nodded, that is what warriors did, "I want someone I trust to do it." He took the angel's hand in his, "And I do trust you...do you trust me?"
"To not hurt me, yes," Trowa was no longer concerned the devil would do him intentional harm.
Quatre smiled at the angel, squeezing his hand gently, "You should get some rest, when you are up to it I will show you around."
"Why?" Trowa tilted his head at the pale devil confused and not caring to hide it.
Quatre frowned slightly, "Surly you must feel cooped up in this room? A little tour won't hurt anything, the last war will be fought on Earth so who cares what you see while you are here?" The blond released the angel's hand as he got up and headed for the door, a little time to think alone could hardly hurt.
"Quatre?" Trowa called softly before the devil could open the door.
Quatre froze having completely forgotten the angel had overheard his name, "Yes Angel?"
"I will try not to cause you any trouble," Trowa assured the cautious devil calmly, there was no reason to fight the devil when he was no threat.
Quatre blinked before smiling, "Don't worry about it. No one is allowed to kill you, Lucifer has given you to me and only he has the right to kill you against my will. As long as you are not planning to start a mini war down here all will be well."
"Unlikely," Trowa commented with a bit of a smirk, not that the idea did have a certain appeal to the boldest part of his brain.
"Then you will be no trouble," Quatre assured the angel with a smile. "Rest now you won't be trapped here until the end I promise you that."
Trowa nodded watching the devil walk out of the room, door closing with a soft click. 'God please tell my sister I am well?'
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"Look Red you can't go," Duo reminded the red-head gently, she was a fiery angel.
Catherine frowned at the long haired brunet, "But..."
Duo shook his head cutting her off, "You gotta stay here Girl, only us two get to go."
"Wufei?" Catherine pleaded turning to the dark haired angel who often had her brother's back, and used more traditional phrasing when speaking.
"I am sorry Catherine but Duo is correct, only we were chosen."
Catherine sighed before placing her hands on the Asian looking angel, "Bring him home."
"We'll try. Yo Wings hop to it!" Duo called ready to get going already.
Wufei frowned at the braided angel, "Don't call me Wings, you have them as well."
"Yeah, but you were born with 'em not me," Duo reminded the frowning male with an unconcerned shrug.
"Humans," Wufei muttered rolling his eyes, use to the back and forth between Duo and himself after meeting the former human.
Duo grinned, "Hey now Wu Wu be nice huh? Let's go daylight's awastin', or is it moonlight? A who cares light's awastin'."
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"The whole idea is folly," Lord Winner muttered arms crossing, shaking his head.
Katrina smiled at her husband, "My Lord my son believes he can befriend the angel and learn what you wish willingly. I believe it is worth a chance, he trusts me."
"My Dear you are still so pure. I see no harm in trying, torture will not work, and if your son can turn the angel let if not...he is in no danger." Lucifer shrugged unconcerned, he was curious to see if the blond could win the angel over.
"My Lord?" Winner questioned frowning, always with the scheming.
Lucifer turned to his dark haired friend, "Winner you know it be true. The angel is young but very powerful perhaps...hm?"
"Did any of the Archs have a son we have not heard about?" Winner asked catching on to his friend and master's train of thought.
Katrina frowned in though, "If they have it has not been spoken of, we angels of mercy often hear all."
Lucifer nodded, gossip was the way of things, "So does your son want anything else for his luky capture?"
Lord Winner shook his head, "No, he just wants the angel as if he is some bird he can keep."
"Perhaps he is," Lucifer murmured chin resting on the back of his right hand.
"My Lord?" Winner questioned unsure if he had heard correctly, Lucifer did enjoy being coy often.
"Oh it was just a passing thought pay it no mind. Well I have torturing to supervise so Winner be a dear and take over for me won't you?" Lucifer patted his friend's shoulder as he walked past him.
"Of course," Winner answered watching his friend leave the room, ""What kind of thought do you think he meant Love?"
Katrina shook her head, "Do not look at me, you men are a mystery to me even after centuries."
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Trowa stirred when he felt gentle fingers move over his cheek, "Quatre?"
"Yes?" Quatre responded pleased his angel looked serene as slept once more.
"Why do you like to touch me?" The angel asked voice still laced with sleep rather then anger or suspicion.
"You're very warm," The blond answered with a bit of a teasing smile, he enjoyed the not fighting.
Green eyes opened to blink at the devil, "So are you."
Quatre fidgeted a little, "Well...Hell is warm so...feeling better?"
Trowa frowned at the strange rambling as he sat up, "Yes."
"Good then come on, can you hide those wings?" Quatre asked unsure if that was one of his powers Hell weakened, wings were more symbolic then anything else.
Trowa chuckled shaking his head in amusement, "Of course I can, humans can't very well see me like this."
"True," Quatre knew humans could be adversely effected even by the divine sadly, not to mention they could be very easily frighten and so dangerous to themselves and others. The angel drew in his wings as he stood, he seemed perfectly fine now. It would still be best if no one really got a good look at his angel's wings, other then wing color angels and devils look basically the same. Quatre smiled holding out a lode hunter green shirt similar to the white ones they were both wearing. "What do you think Hell is like?"
Trowa pulled the white shirt off before pausing at the devil's question, "A fiery multilayer pit mostly." Answer given he shrugged the green shirt on, it was soft which did not surprise him.
Quatre chuckled, that is what most humans thought as well, "Oh no that is only the lower part, the well...pit. Up here it is much like Earth really." The angel blinked at him, sleeveless shirt loosely tucked in, looking as normal as any average human. "Come, I think will like it."
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Trowa watched the water falls of blue flame that flowed off the cliffs surrounding the pit, casting the clouds that obscured the heart of Hell in soft blue light. Quatre had mentioned other colors came at night, Heaven had a similar set of falls. "I guess it was their way of recreating a bit of their former home," The blond comment walking up to the angel, pleased the other was curious.
Trowa folded his arms on the golden railing, "It is beautiful, can the damned see them?"
"I do not really know, I will ask," Quatre answered as he moved to lean beside the angel, watching long bangs sway ever so slightly in the heat created breeze. "Homesick?"
Trowa shook his head, "no, I was usually on Earth or being cleansed."
"Do you like Earth?" Quatre wanted to know more about the angel's life, he already knew the other fought and had no dreams of his own.
"Very much it is why I always volunteer to go there and kill things. A friend of mine is a former human who is in training to become and Angel of Death." Duo was a lot of fun, but he was not the kind of person Trowa had normally associated with.
"Why?" Quatre knew a few devil counterparts, they were not nice people so to speak.
"He wants to comfort the good and smite the evil," Trowa answered fully with Duo's reasoning, he normally had fewer chances to comfort anyone just save or avenge.
"I would like that but Mother was and Angel of Mercy. You're a warrior I couldn't do that." Quatre knew he could defend someone but attacking was another matter.
Trowa glanced at the blond, most honest devil ever, "Not all can, I think Mercy would suit you."
Quatre smiled at the assessment, the angel did not spare his feelings when he spoke his mind, "Really?"
Trowa nodded, it was not exactly hard to see it, "You are very kind that is important."
"I am not much of a devil, I am good at training demons though," Quatre was fine with not being a model evil devil, it was much harder to live in Hell and not become evil.
Trowa frowned in thought, that made sense in his head, "hm..."
"Do you have any family?" Quatre asked ignoring the hum of thought, it was such an absent normal thing even among immortals.
"A sister, older," Trowa answered without hesitation, Quatre was no threat to his sister either.
"Mine is older too, Iria, my other 28 were from Father's first wife, they are half breeds who love inflicting pain. Iria is a healer for our side, I may become one as well." Quatre was fine barely knowing his half sisters, he only considered Iria blood.
"I would not be here now if not for their talents," Trowa had limited self healing abilities, all warriors needed skilled healers for when the battle had to be truly earned.
"Was Mother very good?" The angel knew how to judge an angel's healing skills better then he could, as well as his own side.
"Yes, my sister is one as well," Trowa had never killed an enemy healer, he preferred slashing fellow warriors.
"We have two things in common then," Quatre liked the fact they both had older sisters who healed, angels were not as different as he had been lead to believe either.
"That is rather strange," Trowa had never sought out to kill an enemy healer before, he preferred to hack and slash fellow warriors.
Quatre bit his lip for a moment, "She must be worried sick about you."
Trowa chuckled softly, "Oh she's bellowing all right."
Quatre smiled at the affectionate smile that graced the angel's. 'Beautiful, just like Mother always more beautiful when smiling.' "Angel I am pleased that you do not hate it here."
Trowa turned blinking at the blond, "It is not what I've been told it would be...neither are you, your father yes, but not you."
Quatre sighed softly, his father had not made the best first impression, "Father doesn't trust easily."
"I am an angel, we do not lie," Trowa was capable of lying, passing for human was a lie after all, but that did not mean he was dishonest by nature.
Quatre nodded those pure white wings were unmistakeable, "Yes but you are still a holy angel, truly a creature of beauty."
Trowa frowned slightly but let the comment go, he had heard similar things said about him before, "And you are capable of mercy, we have both been mislead." Dark eyes glanced at a pale hand when it came to rest on his arm, "You enjoy that don't you?"
"Touching you? Yes, does it upset you?" Quatre had not felt the angel tense so it was unlikely he was upset, anger was not exactly subtle in warrior types.
Trowa shook his head, "Not anymore." Quatre smiled, it was a major turn around from their first meeting. "It is pleasant really."
Quatre blushed no one had ever said something like that to him, certainly not another male who was technically still his enemy. 'I have fallen for him why else would I feel this way? Father would be furious, Mother...I do not even know your name, please tell me?'
"Quatre?" Trowa questioned when the blond seemed to get lost in thought.
"Yes Angel?" Quatre answered snapping back to reality, which was rather pleasant at the moment.
"Why did you wish to show this to me?" Trowa knew it was not just because the falls were lovely, though that was likely a minor reason.
"I thought you would like it, and to show you like we devils are not all bad," Quatre answered as he reached up to stroke long bangs.
Trowa took the pale hand with a hint f a smile, "No, they are not all bad."
"Quatre here you are."
"Hiro?! You're back!" Quatre cried as he turned, arms wrapping around the brunet's neck.
Hiro chuckled as he hugged the very happy blond for a moment before gently pushing him away, hands staying on the other's upper arms. Oh I was only away three days baka. Who is this then?" Dark blue eyes gaze turned to the slightly taller stranger Quatre had been with.
Quatre glanced at his angel not sure how to answer, "He is um..."
"I am an angel," Trowa answered for the blond, this devil was clearly a friend of his so he could attempt to be civil.
Dark blue double blinked at that explanation before turning a frown to the blond, "Quatre, explain?"
"I captured him so he's mine," Quatre answered quickly, Hiro would ask if he wanted to know more, or his angel might just comment as well.
"Yours for what?" Hiro asked taking the few steps required to stand before the stranger, reaching up he took the angel's chin studying his face. "I doubt you will get much pleasure out of him."
Quatre sighed, Hiro was as blunt as the angel, "Hiro let him go?"
"Of course," Hiro assured his friend allowing his hand to drop. "Angels do not interest me anyway, they are too cold."
Quatre looked from one glaring warrior to another, thankful neither looked about to lunge at the other, "Hiro..."
"My Lord I will see you and your pet later I must report in," Hiro bowed his head to his friend before turning and walking away.
"I understand," Quatre assured his friend watching him start to walk off before turning to his angel, "Angel, wait!" Jogging up to the angel he frowned at the taller brunet, "You cannot just walk away like that. I am sorry if Hiro upset you."
Trowa frowned but did not stop walking, "He is your friend yet thinks such vile things of you."
Quatre frowned, Hiro had not meant any offense towards him with his remarks, "No, many in Hell would want you for that purpose. I only wanted to befriend you." Hell had many who enjoyed breaking souls, through pain or pleasure it did not always mater. Getting their hands on a holy being to corrupt and defile was a joy, a joy he would deny them gladly.
Trowa glanced at the blond, he was well aware of what other devils or demons would want him for. The blond may enjoy touching him but his touch was an attempt to sooth nothing more, not all devils were base. "You have Quatre."
Quatre blinked, pausing at the gate to his father's fortress, the angel not pausing. Shaking his head he ran up to the angel, falling in beside him once more, "Have I?"
"Yes," Trowa answered as he walked past the guards without even glancing at them.
"Please slow down then?" Quatre smiled when the angel complied, he was perfectly safe here.
Trowa stopped at the door to the blond devil's room, turning to fully face the other, "Quatre I will not contently be your pet."
Quatre frowned when the angel stopped before noticing where they were, when had the angel learned the layout of his home? Blinking at the softly but firmly spoken statement be frowned, "I do not want that either but...stay a little longer there is more I would like to show you tomorrow?"
Trowa sighed softly as he considered the request, his general safety, and his natural curiosity versus his mission objectives. "I will stay," The angel assured the devil bowing his head, another day or two would not mater in the grand scheme of the war let.
Quatre allowed his joy to show in his answering smile, the angel had some doubts but was willing to trust him and that was enough for him just then. "Will you tell me your sister's name?"
"Catherine, why?" It was a common name so there was no harm in being honest, with the name Trowa the name Catherine was just a word.
"Just curious," Quatre answered, he would not have pressed if the angel had refused to answer since trust took time.
Trowa nodded slightly, "Well you did tell me yours."
"Angel when will I learn your name?" Quatre wanted to know but accepted the angel was reluctant to give it for whatever reason. Perhaps he would get the story behind that reluctance someday, he doubted it was simply because he did not want it spoken by the enemy.
Trowa opened the door, "Before I leave."
"Thank you," The blond could live with that, receiving the angel's name in exchange for his freedom.
Trowa sighed laying down, sure he would feel back to normal tomorrow, "Why?"
"I'd hate not knowing it," Quatre answered watching the angel relax, relaxed was far better then tense.
Trowa smiled up at the blond amused, "Strange little devil."
Quatre covered the amused angel before sitting down on the bed, "Am I really that strange?"
"For a devil yes, I like that about you Quatre," Trowa answered closing his eyes, the devil was one of the few good ones thankfully.
Quatre smiled touched, that was the sweetest thing the angel had said to him besides that he was harmless. "I like you too angel, I am glad I did not kill you when I found you."
Trowa smiled as he shifted before he stilled once more, "So am I."
Quatre stroked long soft bangs as the angel went from still to sleeping, angle cat like face serene as it had been when he had first seen it. He snuggled up besides the sleeping angel closing his own eyes with a soft sigh. 'I'm sure it is beautiful, what ever it is My Angel.'
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Teal eyes half opened, pale hands resting on a bare arm that loosely held him. 'Angel?' His angel was still sleeping peacefully, left arm loosely encircling his slender waist, right hand under his pillow. "Angel?"
"hm?' Trowa murmured as the only indication he had heard anything.
"Tell me your name?" Quatre pleaded, fingers moving through long bangs absently.
Dark green eyes open as Trowa focused on the voice that had drawn his attention, "Why?"
"I want to know it," Quatre needed to know it but was not about to use that word while laying in bed with the nameless angel, even half awake that could make him very nervous suddenly. Dark eyes studied him for a moment before they closed with a soft mummer that did not sound like a world. "Angel? Angel are you all right?"
Trowa sighed at the worried tone but did not open his eyes, "Just tried."
Quatre nodded, Hell weakened and he was not sure if the Angel had been fully recovered just well enough to fake it at least. "Then sleep." The blond slipped from the angel's embrace before walking silently up to his desk. Glancing at the angel to make sure he had not disturbed him he scribbled a quick note before walking out onto his balcony with a soft whistle. A tree eyed rat tailed crow landed on the devil's waiting arm, head titled up at the blond. "Harrok give this to an angel." The demon crow nodded before taking the note and flying off. Quatre reentered his room with a satisfied nod, now the sister would not have to worry so much about her lost brother. Slipping back into bed he took the angel's left hand, kissing the dark palm before releasing the hand to rest on the covers. ' I will keep you safe I swear it to you, just allow me that.'
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And here we are at the end once more. If you like please tell me why, same with if you don't I promise I won't get mad. Anything you would like to see can be suggested, I will read them. I need to get started on typing up the 'Feline Series' updates now...eep. Also I am on both FFN and AO3 so feel free to hit me up on both. See, hopefully, most of you back in chapter 3.