Angel by Pilot02
Part 1

Heero's pov

The boy sat by the river, looking into the water. He knew that he wasn't allowed to try to
cross the water, for it was the only thing keeping the angels from the earth. But the boy
wasn't happy with his life with the rest of the angels, he wasn't sure why.

Maybe it was because he was alone. Everyone else had their 'significant other', who had
been with them for most of their lives, but the boy had no one. So he was restless. He was
bored. He was unhappy.

Not yet old enough to go to the earth, and too old to go to the nursery, he spent the
majority of his time looking into the water of the river, observing the humans. Not the
most interesting of pastimes, but he needed something to do to keep his mind occupied so
that he didn't think of his loneliness.

He kept watching the humans, and watching the water, for sometimes, when the water
was really clear, you could see all the way down. Down past the earth, to another place. It
held beings much like himself, but darker. Not darker as in skin or hair color, but darker
in spirit. They were the dark angels, the angels of death.

It was on one of those days that the boy was watching the water, when suddenly it
became clearer. The boy was used to the sudden changes, so he didn't pay much attention
to it. Then he saw the dark angels. He began watching them, observing them as he would
the humans. One of them caught his attention; it was different from the others
somehow….

It had long braided hair, and bounced along with more energy than any one being had any
right to have. And yet, it was alone. Just like the boy. Watching this being run around
aimlessly, the boy felt a pang of…. Want? He dismissed that thought and tried to make
out the gender of the dark angel.

The black robes billowed around the youth, and obscured the boy's view. He first
assumed it female, but a more thorough observation proved that theory wrong. The angel
was astounded by the dark one's beauty, the black wings were sleek and elegant, the
boy's creamy skin contrasting greatly with the robes and wings. The angel was startled
out of his reverie by a voice calling out his name.

"Heero, come on now, it's time for you to rest, little one." Said the voice, which belonged
to an older angel, one who had 'adopted' Heero and had raised him since as long as he
could remember. The boy stood obediently and ran over to the woman, and walked with
her to their house.

The woman, after making sure that Heero was sleeping, went to where the Wise stayed.
The Wise greeted her warmly, as she was very popular among the older angels. "I think
that it is wrong to send one so young on such a dangerous mission- and with one of the
Dark? It's utterly irresponsible of you all." She said, angry, yet still retaining her cool
composure.

"While we have heard and re-heard your arguments, Sally, I don't think that we really
have any other choice. The Dark will only work with a Light if the Light is up to the
Dark's standards. Fortunately, or unfortunately, as you seem to see it, the Dark approved
of Heero, and none other. It is because of this that we have to send the boy. I have
observed the boy lately, and I have noticed that he spends a lot of his time looking
through the waters. Sometimes he observes the humans, but at other times-" Here the old
Wise trailed off. He sighed, and then resumed his speaking. "At other times, he looks
beyond the human's world, into the realm of the darkness. He seems to have already
caught a glimpse of the little one who is to be Heero's mission companion, the longhaired
boy, Duo Maxwell. It seems that Heero has approved of Duo; even if Heero can't see that,
I can. Now, please, Sally, if you have any other complaints, then please take it up with
the council, but not here, and not now. We don't have time. Sally, now if you will, please
get the boy Heero's things together, everything he should need for this mission. He leaves
tomorrow morning. Dismissed."

Sally bowed her head, looking at the ground. "Alright, I will do it. Do you think, Wise,
that there will be any problems between the Maxwell boy and my Heero? What if they
don't get along?" Then Sally left the dwelling of the Wise, and went to pack a bag for
Heero.

After Sally left, the Wise mumbled, "Actually, Sally, them not getting along is not one of
my concerns."