Author: Silent Lullaby
Warnings: mythical creatures, yaoi, possible yuri, violence, angst, fluff, and maybe some other things will come up in later chapters. I'll tell you then
Pairings: 2x1, 3x4, maybe some others later.
Gundam wing doesn't belong to me. The story and original characters do.
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Duo took one last look into the mirror back stage.
He placed a jester's grin on his face and walked out from the curtains onto the stage with the rest of the band.
He threw himself into the performance, every fiber of his being screamed energy that he poured into the music.
The crowd applauded and screamed the lyrics with him, a madly moving tapestry of people and colors. The last loud chord hung in the air before an eruption of sound filled the void with clapping and screams for encores. Duo's smile faded to a glimmer before he spoke.
"I'd like to play one last song tonight. So as the band packs up and makes it's way to clean up before having a night on the town. I'll play a soft melody that I hope my inspiration can hear."
The crowd yelled for him to begin and the other players picked up their instruments and began to place them away. Duo opened his mouth as the guitar sang along to the soft song. As the first strings of the guitar were played the band ceased packing and watched the braided youth as he closed his eyes and continued to play. The crowd became silent and all eyes, ears, and hearts were focused on the lone musician.
"I've been feeling lonely,
Cause you don't even know me.
I can hardly find my breath."
Duo's own breathing caught on that line as he felt a sorrow and longing fill his heart. It was just a statue he reminded himself but it failed to ease the pains.
"I sold my halo,
In early April,
Feel as cold as death."
That stone figure always seemed so full of sadness, and Duo found himself wanting to mike the cold lips smile. The poor being shouldn't have to sell anything, it should be given everything it's heart could desire.
The last line of that stanza struck him. The angel felt a coldness inside like he did, he was death after all. At least that's what he called himself.
The guitar's sounds picked up slightly for the next few lines, yet still reflecting a melancholy feeling in the words.
"Nothing left to sell.
I cannot fly since I fell,
But no one is here for me to tell."
The marble figure was like a fallen angel, to heavy and frozen to fly.
Laying forgotten for years while the vines covered it's wings like beautiful chains. Like a bird in a cage. A blue bird of happiness. As long as it was held the spring and joy were held captive as well.
"You can't see me
Hear me, feel me
I can't even cry"
It was true. Duo couldn't see the angel's face behind it's vine covered wings. Now he couldn't see it at all since it seemed to have vanished completely. The stone lips couldn't speak, and the cold marble was not skin to be touched. The emotion filled eyes could only cry when the dew and rain collected and fell, but the tears were in it's heart all the same.
"I've lost my sunrise,
I've no place in your eyes,
Should I even try?"
Duo always left at sunrise. Sunrise was a beautiful time to be shared with a loved one. Had his leaving at that time hurt the angel. No it couldn't have, it was only a figure in white marble, wasn't it? The angelic form had found a place in his eyes and heart. Duo wanted to scream yes, try, please try, but no one was there to hear.
"I see you fly by,
In the blue sky,
You take me up with you."
How could Duo be the one flying? He was a being of the shadows, not an angel in the sky letting the light fill him with warmth.
Once again he was just the dark in love with the light, but this time did the light love him back?
"Without warning,
Here comes morning
I can't believe it's true
I'm happy when I'm with you."
The last time Duo went to see the statue was in the early morning. He had just finished the song and felt a need to share it with the figure.
Those eyes had looked happy when he saw them. The sad eyed angel was happy when he was there. Then why did it leave him? Why?
The last note died away into the air before a wave of applause shook Duo from his thoughts. Duo thanked the crowd and walked off stage. There the band congratulated him and asked about the song. Duo's only reply was that an angel told him to write it. They laughed and let him be as he put away the guitar and left the club.
Duo slumped his shoulders and began his way homeward. His ears caught the sounds of struggle and shouts coming from the alley ahead. Dropping his case he ran towards it. Inside the dark alley three men took turns attacking a white clothed figure.
Duo's eyes widened as he saw intense cobalt eyes and soft mussed brown hair.
"Leave him alone."
It wasn't a request, it was an order. The men sneered ad Duo as the tallest of the three threw a punch into the boy's face. The tall man spoke.
"What are you going to do if we don't kid?"
The men laughed and the poor abused figure behind them cast down his eyes as if expecting Duo to turn around an leave him to the wolves.
Duo's eyes narrowed and he forced energy to his palm. In a flash all three men found themselves bleeding from the glowing scythe's blade.
Their eyes widened as they ran as best they could out of the alley while clutching their wounds.
Duo's figure relaxed and the weapon faded. He faced the boy who looked so much like his statue.
The boy shivered from either cold, fright, or both. Duo touched his pale arm and found it cold but with warmth underneath.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. What's your name?"
The bruised youth leaned into the touch and smiled slightly.
"Heero. I know you, why don't I remember anything but you?"
Duo wondered as well. He felt his arms wrap themselves around the cold boy. He picked up the youth and carried him out of the alley, his guitar forgotten.
On the way to his apartment the angelic boy fell asleep in his arms. Duo smiled happily as he opened the door and walked into the apartment. He slowly laid the sleeping boy onto his bed before covering up the form. No wonder he was cold, he only wore a stained white tunic and sandals. Smiling at the boy he brushed a stray lock of hair out of his closed eyes and prepared for bed.
Duo climbed into the bed on the other side and quickly succumbed to the callings of sleep.
The pale beams of the full moon cast light onto the two as they slept. Like a ever watchful eye of a guardian it saw Duo's arm warp about the smaller boy's waist as the two smiled in their sleep to no one but themselves and each other.
Warnings: mythical creatures, yaoi, possible yuri, violence, angst, fluff, and maybe some other things will come up in later chapters. I'll tell you then
Pairings: 2x1, 3x4, maybe some others later.
Gundam wing doesn't belong to me. The story and original characters do.
****
Duo took one last look into the mirror back stage.
He placed a jester's grin on his face and walked out from the curtains onto the stage with the rest of the band.
He threw himself into the performance, every fiber of his being screamed energy that he poured into the music.
The crowd applauded and screamed the lyrics with him, a madly moving tapestry of people and colors. The last loud chord hung in the air before an eruption of sound filled the void with clapping and screams for encores. Duo's smile faded to a glimmer before he spoke.
"I'd like to play one last song tonight. So as the band packs up and makes it's way to clean up before having a night on the town. I'll play a soft melody that I hope my inspiration can hear."
The crowd yelled for him to begin and the other players picked up their instruments and began to place them away. Duo opened his mouth as the guitar sang along to the soft song. As the first strings of the guitar were played the band ceased packing and watched the braided youth as he closed his eyes and continued to play. The crowd became silent and all eyes, ears, and hearts were focused on the lone musician.
"I've been feeling lonely,
Cause you don't even know me.
I can hardly find my breath."
Duo's own breathing caught on that line as he felt a sorrow and longing fill his heart. It was just a statue he reminded himself but it failed to ease the pains.
"I sold my halo,
In early April,
Feel as cold as death."
That stone figure always seemed so full of sadness, and Duo found himself wanting to mike the cold lips smile. The poor being shouldn't have to sell anything, it should be given everything it's heart could desire.
The last line of that stanza struck him. The angel felt a coldness inside like he did, he was death after all. At least that's what he called himself.
The guitar's sounds picked up slightly for the next few lines, yet still reflecting a melancholy feeling in the words.
"Nothing left to sell.
I cannot fly since I fell,
But no one is here for me to tell."
The marble figure was like a fallen angel, to heavy and frozen to fly.
Laying forgotten for years while the vines covered it's wings like beautiful chains. Like a bird in a cage. A blue bird of happiness. As long as it was held the spring and joy were held captive as well.
"You can't see me
Hear me, feel me
I can't even cry"
It was true. Duo couldn't see the angel's face behind it's vine covered wings. Now he couldn't see it at all since it seemed to have vanished completely. The stone lips couldn't speak, and the cold marble was not skin to be touched. The emotion filled eyes could only cry when the dew and rain collected and fell, but the tears were in it's heart all the same.
"I've lost my sunrise,
I've no place in your eyes,
Should I even try?"
Duo always left at sunrise. Sunrise was a beautiful time to be shared with a loved one. Had his leaving at that time hurt the angel. No it couldn't have, it was only a figure in white marble, wasn't it? The angelic form had found a place in his eyes and heart. Duo wanted to scream yes, try, please try, but no one was there to hear.
"I see you fly by,
In the blue sky,
You take me up with you."
How could Duo be the one flying? He was a being of the shadows, not an angel in the sky letting the light fill him with warmth.
Once again he was just the dark in love with the light, but this time did the light love him back?
"Without warning,
Here comes morning
I can't believe it's true
I'm happy when I'm with you."
The last time Duo went to see the statue was in the early morning. He had just finished the song and felt a need to share it with the figure.
Those eyes had looked happy when he saw them. The sad eyed angel was happy when he was there. Then why did it leave him? Why?
The last note died away into the air before a wave of applause shook Duo from his thoughts. Duo thanked the crowd and walked off stage. There the band congratulated him and asked about the song. Duo's only reply was that an angel told him to write it. They laughed and let him be as he put away the guitar and left the club.
Duo slumped his shoulders and began his way homeward. His ears caught the sounds of struggle and shouts coming from the alley ahead. Dropping his case he ran towards it. Inside the dark alley three men took turns attacking a white clothed figure.
Duo's eyes widened as he saw intense cobalt eyes and soft mussed brown hair.
"Leave him alone."
It wasn't a request, it was an order. The men sneered ad Duo as the tallest of the three threw a punch into the boy's face. The tall man spoke.
"What are you going to do if we don't kid?"
The men laughed and the poor abused figure behind them cast down his eyes as if expecting Duo to turn around an leave him to the wolves.
Duo's eyes narrowed and he forced energy to his palm. In a flash all three men found themselves bleeding from the glowing scythe's blade.
Their eyes widened as they ran as best they could out of the alley while clutching their wounds.
Duo's figure relaxed and the weapon faded. He faced the boy who looked so much like his statue.
The boy shivered from either cold, fright, or both. Duo touched his pale arm and found it cold but with warmth underneath.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. What's your name?"
The bruised youth leaned into the touch and smiled slightly.
"Heero. I know you, why don't I remember anything but you?"
Duo wondered as well. He felt his arms wrap themselves around the cold boy. He picked up the youth and carried him out of the alley, his guitar forgotten.
On the way to his apartment the angelic boy fell asleep in his arms. Duo smiled happily as he opened the door and walked into the apartment. He slowly laid the sleeping boy onto his bed before covering up the form. No wonder he was cold, he only wore a stained white tunic and sandals. Smiling at the boy he brushed a stray lock of hair out of his closed eyes and prepared for bed.
Duo climbed into the bed on the other side and quickly succumbed to the callings of sleep.
The pale beams of the full moon cast light onto the two as they slept. Like a ever watchful eye of a guardian it saw Duo's arm warp about the smaller boy's waist as the two smiled in their sleep to no one but themselves and each other.