Disclaimer/Warnings/etc: Gundam Wing is not mine. I don't have money, so don't sue me. If you sue..... just make sure you have a piggy bank. Lots of pennies for you! And I know the angel/demon thing is cliched as hell, but hey, Hee-chan is pretty damn hot with angel wings. 1x4 yaoi goodness (what else did you expect from me? ^_~), angst, minor Duo emotional abuse.... deathfic maybe? A tad gory in the middle? Oh yeah.... EXTREME Relena bastardization. Don't read this if you're a Relena fan. What else to warn about? OOC-ness, which is kind of irrelevant because it's an AU. TREE WARNING!!! Lots of gooey, lovey-dovey sap for your reading (dis?)pleasure!! Feedback please!! I think the style of this fic sucks, so I need to know if this effort was wasted. Lime in part 3.
In the middle of the desert, a young blonde boy hauled the last of his father's goods into the tent. Setting the jars down, he wiped some excess sweat off of his forehead.
"Done, Quatre?" the boy's father asked, sitting on a cushion and eating some dates.
The boy, Quatre nodded. "Yes, father. All of it is stowed away from the storm."
Quatre's father smiled. "Good boy Quatre. For a fifteen year old, you are quite a responsible young man." The older man eyed the boy's robes.
A small smile crept onto the blonde's lips. "Thank you." He mindfully adjusted his nomad robes to please his father. "Would you mind telling me the tale of the Wind Angel again?"
"After all these years, you still love that story! Gather your sisters, and I'll tell it again."
Quatre bowed. "Yes sir. " He stuck his head outside of the tent and yelled for his sisters. Suddenly, 29 vicious females piled into the tent.
"Father, why were we summoned?" one of the eldest, Kanrya, asked.
"To start, a wind storm is on it's way. You all know what happens when a wind storm is afoot."
The girls nodded, they had lived in the desert long enough to know the dangers of a wind storm.
Another sister, Iria, spoke up. "Does that mean we'll have to listen to that story again?"
The old man nodded. "You should know by now Quatre loves that story! It's a tradition to tell it!" Several of the girls groaned. Quatre rolled his eyes.
"Quiet now everyone." Silence. "As you all know, the wind is guided by one daiete, the Wind Angel. The Wind Angel and his spirits travel across the desert from time to time, to keep the desert spirits moving. If the Wind Angel let the desert spirits stay in one place, a human might fall in love with it, and chaos would spread across the world, starting from the desert, for a forbidden boundary would be breached. And that's where our story begins."
Quatre smiled and listened.
"One fateful day, the Wind Angel passed by a hill of sand. To a human, it would be just like any hill of sand, but the Wind Angel sensed the presence of desert spirit. He flapped his wings and blew some of the sand away.
'Arise desert spirit!' He yelled. A hand emerged from the sand. The Wind Angel politely took the hand and helped the spirit up. The Wind Angel knew that desert spirits could be finicky things, and would throw hissyfits if you didn't treat them the right way. And angry desert spirits would not move for anyone, Wind Angel, God of Death, no one. Slowly, the desert spirit awoke from it's peaceful slumber and emerged from the sand. The Wind Angel was shocked at the sight that appeared. This desert spirit was different. A typical desert spirit had anything from sandy brown to black hair, and always had dark tan skin, brown eyes and dragonfly wings. The desert spirit before him had short, silky blond hair, pale skin, and butterfly-esque wings. The Wind Angel clenched his teeth, determined not to let his jaw drop in awe of the beauty before him. The blond beauty's eyelids opened to reveal deep sapphire blue orbs. The Wind Angel was having trouble holding himself back.
Finally, the spirit spoke. 'Oh my! the Wind Angel!' The spirit gasped in embarrassment and kneeled in front of the higher deity. 'Forgive me, I had no idea today was the migration!' Said the desert spirit."
Quatre always got a warm feeling at this part. He could never explain it, but he felt as if the feelings shared by the Wind Angel and the desert spirit were his own.
"The Wind Angel, even in the face of desire, maintained his composure. The Angel was naturally calm and collected. The desert spirit was still incredibly nervous. 'I-I-I'm sorry if you're offended by me. All the other desert spirits say I'm ugly.' The desert spirit stared at the ground in shame. The Wind Angel however, lost his composure and collapsed on the sand. The spirit gasped and rushed to the Angel's side. 'Are you okay?'"
"The Wind Angel sat up with an absolutely perplexed look on his face. The desert spirit shyly backed away. The kind Wind Angel grabbed his hand. 'Do they really say you're ugly?'"
"The desert spirit nodded.'They don't like me. They say I'm a mutant because my skin is pale, my hair is blond, and my wings are shaped like that of a butterfly. No one ever wants to even see me, I'm so deformed.'"
"The Wind Angel, fighting back a retaliation and a declaration of war against any desert spirit that got in his way, looked at the innocent spirit. 'I for one, have seen many desert spirits in my time. To me they are dull and boring. I would never think of getting to know one. You, however, are different. To me, you are more beautiful than anything. You are much sweeter and more polite than any other
desert spirit that I have encountered.'"
"The spirit in return, blushed with embarrasment. 'I don't know what to say...'"
"The Wind Angel inwardly grinned. His charm, something he rarely showed anyone, was going to win him a lover. 'Then say that you will join me in my return to the Valley of the Gods, so that I may get to know you better.'"
"The desert spirit could only blush more and nod. Soon after, the Wind Angel and his desert spirit fell into a deeply romantic relationship, and were set to marry."
Quatre felt a twinge of pain in his heart. He hated this part of the story.
"That was when disaster stuck. The desert spirit disappeared, and was never heard from again. Legend has it that the God of Death himself killed his spirit body, but the desert spirit's essence remained free to enter a human body. The Wind Angel ordered his wind spirits to search for his beloved spirit of the desert during every migration, and kill anything that got in their way. That is why you can never go outside in a wind storm." Quatre's father sighed as the story ended. The blond boy began to ponder the story, as he always did.
Iria gasped. "Father! Two of our water jugs are missing!"
Quatre jumped up. "I can't believe I left them out there! We can't survive without the water!" Quatre ran to the edge of the tent. His sisters grabbed him.
"Quatre you musn't! The wind is beginning to pick up! You'll get killed!" the old man yelled.
Quatre struggled free from his sisters' bonds. "But if I don't we'll all die. Besides, it's not too bad out there, I can make it!" The innocent Arab ran out of the tent.
Wind pounded at his sides, making him feel as if he was being squished to death. He spotted the two large jugs and grabbed them, determined to beat the wind spirits. But as he neared his tent, a silvery figure appeared before him.
"Insolent human! How dare you-" The wind spirit paused in it's attack. It's pale blue eyes widened. "Quatre-sama!! It's you!!" The wind spirit's eyes filled with tears of joy as he hugged the confused Arab. Wind spirits began to appear from everywhere, and the storm died down. The wind spirits all bowed before Quatre. The leader, whose name was Khephri, stood up and spoke.
"Your name is Quatre, correct?" A nod. "Are you a human?" Another nod. Khephri sighed and slicked some lavender hairs behind his elfin ears. "Alright Quatre-sama, would you mind coming with us?"
Quatre, who already damn well knew the answer, blanked out. "Why?" he asked.
Khephri shook his head. "I'll skip the sap and get straight to the point. In your body, the spirit of Heero-sama's lover has manifested. Heero-sama is in dire straights right now, and we need Quatre-sama, the desert spirit, to be pulled out of you. Whether or not you'll make it through, we're not sure, but Shinigami-sama will do the best he can."
Quatre froze. ~The desert spirit? Me? How? But.... I should try to please the gods. And I guess that part of me wants to return.~ Quatre sighed. "I guess I should say my goodbyes to my family." He turned back to the tent and set the jugs down. One of his sisters peeked through the tent. She gasped.
"Quatre!! Get back in here! There are wind spirits out there and they'll kill you!" his sister screamed. The others ran to the entrance of the tent.
Quatre shook his head. "I'm sorry. I have to go. The wind spirits have found what they've been looking for, and if I don't go with them, the killings will never stop, and the Wind Angel will be miserable."
"You mean-?"
Quatre nodded. "Promise you all will remember me, by that tale at least."
The poor girl sighed. "Goodbye Quatre, I wish you the best!" She closed the tent before the other sisters had a chance to react. Khephri grabbed Quatre by the waist. The blond blushed.
"Forgive me Quatre-sama, this is going to be a long flight." Khephri said, spreading silver feathery wings. The wind spirits took off towards the Valley of the Gods in a beautiful array of ivory wings.
In the middle of the desert, a young blonde boy hauled the last of his father's goods into the tent. Setting the jars down, he wiped some excess sweat off of his forehead.
"Done, Quatre?" the boy's father asked, sitting on a cushion and eating some dates.
The boy, Quatre nodded. "Yes, father. All of it is stowed away from the storm."
Quatre's father smiled. "Good boy Quatre. For a fifteen year old, you are quite a responsible young man." The older man eyed the boy's robes.
A small smile crept onto the blonde's lips. "Thank you." He mindfully adjusted his nomad robes to please his father. "Would you mind telling me the tale of the Wind Angel again?"
"After all these years, you still love that story! Gather your sisters, and I'll tell it again."
Quatre bowed. "Yes sir. " He stuck his head outside of the tent and yelled for his sisters. Suddenly, 29 vicious females piled into the tent.
"Father, why were we summoned?" one of the eldest, Kanrya, asked.
"To start, a wind storm is on it's way. You all know what happens when a wind storm is afoot."
The girls nodded, they had lived in the desert long enough to know the dangers of a wind storm.
Another sister, Iria, spoke up. "Does that mean we'll have to listen to that story again?"
The old man nodded. "You should know by now Quatre loves that story! It's a tradition to tell it!" Several of the girls groaned. Quatre rolled his eyes.
"Quiet now everyone." Silence. "As you all know, the wind is guided by one daiete, the Wind Angel. The Wind Angel and his spirits travel across the desert from time to time, to keep the desert spirits moving. If the Wind Angel let the desert spirits stay in one place, a human might fall in love with it, and chaos would spread across the world, starting from the desert, for a forbidden boundary would be breached. And that's where our story begins."
Quatre smiled and listened.
"One fateful day, the Wind Angel passed by a hill of sand. To a human, it would be just like any hill of sand, but the Wind Angel sensed the presence of desert spirit. He flapped his wings and blew some of the sand away.
'Arise desert spirit!' He yelled. A hand emerged from the sand. The Wind Angel politely took the hand and helped the spirit up. The Wind Angel knew that desert spirits could be finicky things, and would throw hissyfits if you didn't treat them the right way. And angry desert spirits would not move for anyone, Wind Angel, God of Death, no one. Slowly, the desert spirit awoke from it's peaceful slumber and emerged from the sand. The Wind Angel was shocked at the sight that appeared. This desert spirit was different. A typical desert spirit had anything from sandy brown to black hair, and always had dark tan skin, brown eyes and dragonfly wings. The desert spirit before him had short, silky blond hair, pale skin, and butterfly-esque wings. The Wind Angel clenched his teeth, determined not to let his jaw drop in awe of the beauty before him. The blond beauty's eyelids opened to reveal deep sapphire blue orbs. The Wind Angel was having trouble holding himself back.
Finally, the spirit spoke. 'Oh my! the Wind Angel!' The spirit gasped in embarrassment and kneeled in front of the higher deity. 'Forgive me, I had no idea today was the migration!' Said the desert spirit."
Quatre always got a warm feeling at this part. He could never explain it, but he felt as if the feelings shared by the Wind Angel and the desert spirit were his own.
"The Wind Angel, even in the face of desire, maintained his composure. The Angel was naturally calm and collected. The desert spirit was still incredibly nervous. 'I-I-I'm sorry if you're offended by me. All the other desert spirits say I'm ugly.' The desert spirit stared at the ground in shame. The Wind Angel however, lost his composure and collapsed on the sand. The spirit gasped and rushed to the Angel's side. 'Are you okay?'"
"The Wind Angel sat up with an absolutely perplexed look on his face. The desert spirit shyly backed away. The kind Wind Angel grabbed his hand. 'Do they really say you're ugly?'"
"The desert spirit nodded.'They don't like me. They say I'm a mutant because my skin is pale, my hair is blond, and my wings are shaped like that of a butterfly. No one ever wants to even see me, I'm so deformed.'"
"The Wind Angel, fighting back a retaliation and a declaration of war against any desert spirit that got in his way, looked at the innocent spirit. 'I for one, have seen many desert spirits in my time. To me they are dull and boring. I would never think of getting to know one. You, however, are different. To me, you are more beautiful than anything. You are much sweeter and more polite than any other
desert spirit that I have encountered.'"
"The spirit in return, blushed with embarrasment. 'I don't know what to say...'"
"The Wind Angel inwardly grinned. His charm, something he rarely showed anyone, was going to win him a lover. 'Then say that you will join me in my return to the Valley of the Gods, so that I may get to know you better.'"
"The desert spirit could only blush more and nod. Soon after, the Wind Angel and his desert spirit fell into a deeply romantic relationship, and were set to marry."
Quatre felt a twinge of pain in his heart. He hated this part of the story.
"That was when disaster stuck. The desert spirit disappeared, and was never heard from again. Legend has it that the God of Death himself killed his spirit body, but the desert spirit's essence remained free to enter a human body. The Wind Angel ordered his wind spirits to search for his beloved spirit of the desert during every migration, and kill anything that got in their way. That is why you can never go outside in a wind storm." Quatre's father sighed as the story ended. The blond boy began to ponder the story, as he always did.
Iria gasped. "Father! Two of our water jugs are missing!"
Quatre jumped up. "I can't believe I left them out there! We can't survive without the water!" Quatre ran to the edge of the tent. His sisters grabbed him.
"Quatre you musn't! The wind is beginning to pick up! You'll get killed!" the old man yelled.
Quatre struggled free from his sisters' bonds. "But if I don't we'll all die. Besides, it's not too bad out there, I can make it!" The innocent Arab ran out of the tent.
Wind pounded at his sides, making him feel as if he was being squished to death. He spotted the two large jugs and grabbed them, determined to beat the wind spirits. But as he neared his tent, a silvery figure appeared before him.
"Insolent human! How dare you-" The wind spirit paused in it's attack. It's pale blue eyes widened. "Quatre-sama!! It's you!!" The wind spirit's eyes filled with tears of joy as he hugged the confused Arab. Wind spirits began to appear from everywhere, and the storm died down. The wind spirits all bowed before Quatre. The leader, whose name was Khephri, stood up and spoke.
"Your name is Quatre, correct?" A nod. "Are you a human?" Another nod. Khephri sighed and slicked some lavender hairs behind his elfin ears. "Alright Quatre-sama, would you mind coming with us?"
Quatre, who already damn well knew the answer, blanked out. "Why?" he asked.
Khephri shook his head. "I'll skip the sap and get straight to the point. In your body, the spirit of Heero-sama's lover has manifested. Heero-sama is in dire straights right now, and we need Quatre-sama, the desert spirit, to be pulled out of you. Whether or not you'll make it through, we're not sure, but Shinigami-sama will do the best he can."
Quatre froze. ~The desert spirit? Me? How? But.... I should try to please the gods. And I guess that part of me wants to return.~ Quatre sighed. "I guess I should say my goodbyes to my family." He turned back to the tent and set the jugs down. One of his sisters peeked through the tent. She gasped.
"Quatre!! Get back in here! There are wind spirits out there and they'll kill you!" his sister screamed. The others ran to the entrance of the tent.
Quatre shook his head. "I'm sorry. I have to go. The wind spirits have found what they've been looking for, and if I don't go with them, the killings will never stop, and the Wind Angel will be miserable."
"You mean-?"
Quatre nodded. "Promise you all will remember me, by that tale at least."
The poor girl sighed. "Goodbye Quatre, I wish you the best!" She closed the tent before the other sisters had a chance to react. Khephri grabbed Quatre by the waist. The blond blushed.
"Forgive me Quatre-sama, this is going to be a long flight." Khephri said, spreading silver feathery wings. The wind spirits took off towards the Valley of the Gods in a beautiful array of ivory wings.
