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//-thoughts
Part two:
Before the sun arises.
***
He couldn't move. He was cold, he wanted to wrap his arms around himself but he couldn't feel them. He could see his breath steaming in front of him. His eyes could see the one he loved in the arms of someone else and he wanted to close them. But he couldn't. His eyes filled with tears as he saw his lover being taken by another and he wanted to close them. But he couldn't.
/Oh god no! I can't be back here. Please. Not here not this place!/
/Please!/
/Please!/
/Please!/
***
"Oh god!" he cried sitting up a river of sweat scaling his body. /It was a dream...a dream./
"You were having a bad dream." He looked in the direction of Heero's voice and saw him putting wood into the fire.
"I was..." he stopped and Heero looked up at him. "...having a bad dream." He muttered as if he needed to convince himself.
"Here." He said throwing him the makeshift flask they made. Duo took a mouthful of water and swallowed slowly. He was still trying to get his heart to beat back to normal attempting to hold on to the handful of images quickly melting away into forgetfulness.
"Are you alright?" he asked. He knew it was uncalled for and he probably shouldn't of had asked but the guilt he felt at not waking him earlier gnawed at his stomach. The truth was that he was mesmerized by the angel's beautiful face contorted in distress and he couldn't bring himself to touch the beautiful body writhing in pain beside him.
"I... where is Trowa?" he asked finding his voice.
"He left a while ago." He answered his attention back to the fire he pretended to tend.
"I was back there..." he muttered. "Back in that hell." Heero looked at the stunned angel. His wings drooped, his fingers touching his lips, his eyes staring into nothing in particular. The only thing holding his attention to what the angel was saying was the thought that he was troubled by something.
"In that icy tomb where the world passed me by." He finished. Heero wanted to say something but he was cut off by the appearance of Trowa.
"Duo?" he rushed over to the angel's side wrapping his arms around him.
"Trowa?" Duo whispered waking from his trance.
"What's the matter?"
"Where did you go?"
"Nowhere."
"I dreamt of that place..."
"It's ok." He whispered stroking Duo's long auburn hair. "It's alright you won't ever go back to that place, I promise." He cupped Duo's face and wiped his tears with his thumbs. Duo smiled and buried his face in his shoulder.
"You don't have to be so dramatic about it." Duo laughed. His laugh was strained, as if he was forcing it.
What did he do to you Duo?
"An angel is a weird creature you know. Once he feels something he never forgets. It's embedded in his heart and he carries it till the end of forever." He said fingering the fabric of Trowa's shirt. They stayed like that for a long time.
"So half-breed, what is your heritage?" he finally said looking at Heero, his forehead never leaving Trowa's shoulder. Heero looked at him. "Oh I smelled you the moment we left that retarded spaharemchapel." He winked.
"I am half-human and half-demon." He said his expression not changing.
"But you are not immortal?" Duo continued his interrogation.
"No."
"Did your demon-half bequeath you any skill?"
"No."
"Some slave you are!" he stuck his tongue out at the boy. Heero looked at him stunned, that little response seemed disrespectful for one so divine.
"Who was your father?"
"The Eater of Lives."
"Noin!?"
"You know my father?"
"Yeah, it was my lover two ages ago. Personally I like Noin better if it's a she. It never stays one gender for long though." Duo chuckled.
"Your mother must have been some woman to have Noin sire a child with her."
"She was." His mind drifted to his old home, his mother never truly got over his father leaving her. He remembers the night it left them, his mother was begging it not to leave but it had already made up it's mind.
***
"Dorothy understand that you will never make me happy, our time is over." It, actually she spoke, for his father had taken on a female's form.
"Please, I will do anything for you, please don't leave me!" she was on her knees, begging his father not to leave. Heero was only three years old then but he remembered the way his father looked at her, its eyes seemed like they were considering staying with her. It picked her up, drew her into its arms and led her into their room.
They made love.
He was woken up by his father that night, its beautiful female face staring into his own. "Heero, I am leaving now."
"But you and mama made up didn't you?" it looked at him sadly.
"Your mama could never make me happy. Take care of her my son."
"No you take care of her!"
"Papa!" he called to it, "Papa!" but all it did was walk away. His mother stood beside him as he watched his father disappear on the horizon, and she fell to her knees.
Her once beautiful blonde hair turned white and she rarely spoke. The only times that she actually smiled was when it came to visit. Sometimes the demon would be in male form, sometimes female and it would always come late in the night and leave before the sun rises. And they would make love as if the world did not exist.
In that handful of nights shared with his mother, he learned of his father and he never forgot how his mother looked when she was in its arms. And he swore he would never fall in love.
***
"Of course you know it did love your mother, as much as it knew how to." He looked up at the angel in Trowa's arms breaking his nostalgia.
"You are the only offspring of Noin's that I know of." Trowa answered. "You should be proud."
Heero just looked at the fire, remembering how even as her mother was murdered all she could say was that finally she would always be with the one that she truly loved. His father truly was the Eater of Lives; it devoured his mother, her heart, her body, her soul. And he promised himself once more that he would never fall in love.
***
Prince Quatre looked at his queen. Her brown hair reminded him of Trowa. She stirred in her sleep as he began to run his fingers through her hair.
"Trowa..." he whispered. Her eyes fluttered open and as her eyes set upon her king she suddenly stiffened and sat up.
"My lord!" she started.
"Hush Catherine, let me see your face." He coaxed.
"Have you a need for anything sire?" he shook his head. "Do you want me too..."
"I said be quiet!" he ordered irritably. She lay there her fear giving her the passivity he required of her.
Catherine was his niece, sired by Trowa. Prince Quatre picked his most beautiful sister and commanded Trowa to impregnate her. When a niece was finally born, he put his sister to death in his jealousy along with her other sons which he had no use for. And when she had first reddened her dresses, he married her.
She was a poor substitute for the boy whose only flaw was that he would never produce an heir. His obsession with Trowa began the moment he saw Duo's wings.
***
He was out hunting with Wufei. The sun was smiling on him that day and the sky was clearer than he had ever seen. And into that endless blue the angel soared.
His beautiful wings caught his eye first and as he looked at him with his dragon's eyes, peering through miles of sky and forest, he saw that the angel was beautiful as well. He smiled at Wufei as he took his aim.
Duo was lost in the exhilaration of being in love. Trowa would come back that day and it was the first time in the two hundred years that they were together that they had actually been separated for longer than a day. He took the sky's invitation and he forgot the world and just reveled in the moment of being alive.
It was here that the arrow had found its mark. His wing paralyzed with the poison. He remembers crashing.
Prince Quatre laughed as he dove; spiraling into the forest beneath, he and Wufei raced to get to the fallen angel first. Of course the Prince got there first and surveyed his trophy. He grabbed his hair and lifted his head to look at his face.
"Hmmm, oh don't pass out on me now! A little dragon blood and you're out cold? Pathetic." Duo unsheathed his dagger and took a swing at the Prince's chest, which he evaded effortlessly. "Spunk! I like that! Tie him down."
Duo couldn't fight the poison anymore and he succumbed to the rough hands that bound his wings. But before the poison plunged him into darkness he took one last swing at the blond prince, his enchanted blade drawing dragon's blood from his cheek. The Prince shrieked and held his bleeding cheek with one hand as he held his sword with the other.
"You may be immortal angel but you are not immune to pain!" he was about to stab the Duo in the chest when Trowa came and seized the angel away from Wufei.
"What is the meaning of this elf?" he fumed but as Trowa stood up his green eyes mad with anger, the Prince's breath caught and he fell.
"You have no right to hurt someone as beautiful as he." He gritted through ground teeth. And that was when the Dragon Prince vowed that he would make the elf see him as more beautiful than the angel he now held.
"Oh and who pray tell decides what could and could not be touched?" Wufei growled.
"Not this one." Trowa stared at Wufei, defiance in his voice. "Leave dragon blood, you are not welcome here." He picked up Duo in his arms and turned his back on them. "Leave before I decide to never let you leave these woods alive." And he disappeared.
"Did you poison him?" he asked his mage.
"Of course."
Trowa wrapped Duo's wounded wing and watched as his lover fought the dragon blood coursing in his veins. He held his hand and prepared to stay the night in the woods lest he worsen the bleeding by moving him when Duo spoke.
"Trowa?"
"Yes."
"Are they gone?"
"Yes."
"God, it hurt." He said sitting up; Trowa tried to hold him down. "No I'll be alright, the wound is beginning to heal but I can still feel the poison. His blood was different, it was strong, unlike any I have come across."
"I know, I smelled it."
"It was his wasn't it? He was using his own blood to kill his prey?" he looked into Trowa's eyes as the elf nodded. "I want to go home."
"Ok love, ok." He said helping Duo on his feet when he suddenly collapsed. He was paralyzed.
"Trowa?" all he could do was look into those violet eyes silently questioning him. "Trowa!" he screamed holding the suddenly boneless elf.
/He got me... I was too worried about Duo to notice! Oh god Duo! Go Duo run away now!/
"Well, looks like he has not yet decided to never let us leave these woods alive." Wufei smirked melting from the shadows. Duo began to draw symbols in the air.
"Oh no angel, you die." The Prince smiled, placing his hand on the small of Duo's back. "Stay in your tomb and let the ice eat your life away." He muttered. And Duo stood frozen, a swirl of mist gathering about him, his world fading to gray. His eyes found Trowa's green ones one last time before the frost drained all of the colors from his eyes. He saw the bracelets put on his wrists and he knew that Trowa could no longer see him.
***
The Prince had fallen asleep beside her and Catherine stood up and watched her husband. A shiver ran up her spine.
She feared him.
She hated him.
She moved to the window, looking over the kingdom before her. Her hands closed around her unborn child, this would be their sixth.
"Wherever you are father, never come back." She whispered.
***
notes: i actually have a side story about the love story of noin and dorothy,maybe i'll post it when the whole series is already posted
//-thoughts
Part two:
Before the sun arises.
***
He couldn't move. He was cold, he wanted to wrap his arms around himself but he couldn't feel them. He could see his breath steaming in front of him. His eyes could see the one he loved in the arms of someone else and he wanted to close them. But he couldn't. His eyes filled with tears as he saw his lover being taken by another and he wanted to close them. But he couldn't.
/Oh god no! I can't be back here. Please. Not here not this place!/
/Please!/
/Please!/
/Please!/
***
"Oh god!" he cried sitting up a river of sweat scaling his body. /It was a dream...a dream./
"You were having a bad dream." He looked in the direction of Heero's voice and saw him putting wood into the fire.
"I was..." he stopped and Heero looked up at him. "...having a bad dream." He muttered as if he needed to convince himself.
"Here." He said throwing him the makeshift flask they made. Duo took a mouthful of water and swallowed slowly. He was still trying to get his heart to beat back to normal attempting to hold on to the handful of images quickly melting away into forgetfulness.
"Are you alright?" he asked. He knew it was uncalled for and he probably shouldn't of had asked but the guilt he felt at not waking him earlier gnawed at his stomach. The truth was that he was mesmerized by the angel's beautiful face contorted in distress and he couldn't bring himself to touch the beautiful body writhing in pain beside him.
"I... where is Trowa?" he asked finding his voice.
"He left a while ago." He answered his attention back to the fire he pretended to tend.
"I was back there..." he muttered. "Back in that hell." Heero looked at the stunned angel. His wings drooped, his fingers touching his lips, his eyes staring into nothing in particular. The only thing holding his attention to what the angel was saying was the thought that he was troubled by something.
"In that icy tomb where the world passed me by." He finished. Heero wanted to say something but he was cut off by the appearance of Trowa.
"Duo?" he rushed over to the angel's side wrapping his arms around him.
"Trowa?" Duo whispered waking from his trance.
"What's the matter?"
"Where did you go?"
"Nowhere."
"I dreamt of that place..."
"It's ok." He whispered stroking Duo's long auburn hair. "It's alright you won't ever go back to that place, I promise." He cupped Duo's face and wiped his tears with his thumbs. Duo smiled and buried his face in his shoulder.
"You don't have to be so dramatic about it." Duo laughed. His laugh was strained, as if he was forcing it.
What did he do to you Duo?
"An angel is a weird creature you know. Once he feels something he never forgets. It's embedded in his heart and he carries it till the end of forever." He said fingering the fabric of Trowa's shirt. They stayed like that for a long time.
"So half-breed, what is your heritage?" he finally said looking at Heero, his forehead never leaving Trowa's shoulder. Heero looked at him. "Oh I smelled you the moment we left that retarded spaharemchapel." He winked.
"I am half-human and half-demon." He said his expression not changing.
"But you are not immortal?" Duo continued his interrogation.
"No."
"Did your demon-half bequeath you any skill?"
"No."
"Some slave you are!" he stuck his tongue out at the boy. Heero looked at him stunned, that little response seemed disrespectful for one so divine.
"Who was your father?"
"The Eater of Lives."
"Noin!?"
"You know my father?"
"Yeah, it was my lover two ages ago. Personally I like Noin better if it's a she. It never stays one gender for long though." Duo chuckled.
"Your mother must have been some woman to have Noin sire a child with her."
"She was." His mind drifted to his old home, his mother never truly got over his father leaving her. He remembers the night it left them, his mother was begging it not to leave but it had already made up it's mind.
***
"Dorothy understand that you will never make me happy, our time is over." It, actually she spoke, for his father had taken on a female's form.
"Please, I will do anything for you, please don't leave me!" she was on her knees, begging his father not to leave. Heero was only three years old then but he remembered the way his father looked at her, its eyes seemed like they were considering staying with her. It picked her up, drew her into its arms and led her into their room.
They made love.
He was woken up by his father that night, its beautiful female face staring into his own. "Heero, I am leaving now."
"But you and mama made up didn't you?" it looked at him sadly.
"Your mama could never make me happy. Take care of her my son."
"No you take care of her!"
"Papa!" he called to it, "Papa!" but all it did was walk away. His mother stood beside him as he watched his father disappear on the horizon, and she fell to her knees.
Her once beautiful blonde hair turned white and she rarely spoke. The only times that she actually smiled was when it came to visit. Sometimes the demon would be in male form, sometimes female and it would always come late in the night and leave before the sun rises. And they would make love as if the world did not exist.
In that handful of nights shared with his mother, he learned of his father and he never forgot how his mother looked when she was in its arms. And he swore he would never fall in love.
***
"Of course you know it did love your mother, as much as it knew how to." He looked up at the angel in Trowa's arms breaking his nostalgia.
"You are the only offspring of Noin's that I know of." Trowa answered. "You should be proud."
Heero just looked at the fire, remembering how even as her mother was murdered all she could say was that finally she would always be with the one that she truly loved. His father truly was the Eater of Lives; it devoured his mother, her heart, her body, her soul. And he promised himself once more that he would never fall in love.
***
Prince Quatre looked at his queen. Her brown hair reminded him of Trowa. She stirred in her sleep as he began to run his fingers through her hair.
"Trowa..." he whispered. Her eyes fluttered open and as her eyes set upon her king she suddenly stiffened and sat up.
"My lord!" she started.
"Hush Catherine, let me see your face." He coaxed.
"Have you a need for anything sire?" he shook his head. "Do you want me too..."
"I said be quiet!" he ordered irritably. She lay there her fear giving her the passivity he required of her.
Catherine was his niece, sired by Trowa. Prince Quatre picked his most beautiful sister and commanded Trowa to impregnate her. When a niece was finally born, he put his sister to death in his jealousy along with her other sons which he had no use for. And when she had first reddened her dresses, he married her.
She was a poor substitute for the boy whose only flaw was that he would never produce an heir. His obsession with Trowa began the moment he saw Duo's wings.
***
He was out hunting with Wufei. The sun was smiling on him that day and the sky was clearer than he had ever seen. And into that endless blue the angel soared.
His beautiful wings caught his eye first and as he looked at him with his dragon's eyes, peering through miles of sky and forest, he saw that the angel was beautiful as well. He smiled at Wufei as he took his aim.
Duo was lost in the exhilaration of being in love. Trowa would come back that day and it was the first time in the two hundred years that they were together that they had actually been separated for longer than a day. He took the sky's invitation and he forgot the world and just reveled in the moment of being alive.
It was here that the arrow had found its mark. His wing paralyzed with the poison. He remembers crashing.
Prince Quatre laughed as he dove; spiraling into the forest beneath, he and Wufei raced to get to the fallen angel first. Of course the Prince got there first and surveyed his trophy. He grabbed his hair and lifted his head to look at his face.
"Hmmm, oh don't pass out on me now! A little dragon blood and you're out cold? Pathetic." Duo unsheathed his dagger and took a swing at the Prince's chest, which he evaded effortlessly. "Spunk! I like that! Tie him down."
Duo couldn't fight the poison anymore and he succumbed to the rough hands that bound his wings. But before the poison plunged him into darkness he took one last swing at the blond prince, his enchanted blade drawing dragon's blood from his cheek. The Prince shrieked and held his bleeding cheek with one hand as he held his sword with the other.
"You may be immortal angel but you are not immune to pain!" he was about to stab the Duo in the chest when Trowa came and seized the angel away from Wufei.
"What is the meaning of this elf?" he fumed but as Trowa stood up his green eyes mad with anger, the Prince's breath caught and he fell.
"You have no right to hurt someone as beautiful as he." He gritted through ground teeth. And that was when the Dragon Prince vowed that he would make the elf see him as more beautiful than the angel he now held.
"Oh and who pray tell decides what could and could not be touched?" Wufei growled.
"Not this one." Trowa stared at Wufei, defiance in his voice. "Leave dragon blood, you are not welcome here." He picked up Duo in his arms and turned his back on them. "Leave before I decide to never let you leave these woods alive." And he disappeared.
"Did you poison him?" he asked his mage.
"Of course."
Trowa wrapped Duo's wounded wing and watched as his lover fought the dragon blood coursing in his veins. He held his hand and prepared to stay the night in the woods lest he worsen the bleeding by moving him when Duo spoke.
"Trowa?"
"Yes."
"Are they gone?"
"Yes."
"God, it hurt." He said sitting up; Trowa tried to hold him down. "No I'll be alright, the wound is beginning to heal but I can still feel the poison. His blood was different, it was strong, unlike any I have come across."
"I know, I smelled it."
"It was his wasn't it? He was using his own blood to kill his prey?" he looked into Trowa's eyes as the elf nodded. "I want to go home."
"Ok love, ok." He said helping Duo on his feet when he suddenly collapsed. He was paralyzed.
"Trowa?" all he could do was look into those violet eyes silently questioning him. "Trowa!" he screamed holding the suddenly boneless elf.
/He got me... I was too worried about Duo to notice! Oh god Duo! Go Duo run away now!/
"Well, looks like he has not yet decided to never let us leave these woods alive." Wufei smirked melting from the shadows. Duo began to draw symbols in the air.
"Oh no angel, you die." The Prince smiled, placing his hand on the small of Duo's back. "Stay in your tomb and let the ice eat your life away." He muttered. And Duo stood frozen, a swirl of mist gathering about him, his world fading to gray. His eyes found Trowa's green ones one last time before the frost drained all of the colors from his eyes. He saw the bracelets put on his wrists and he knew that Trowa could no longer see him.
***
The Prince had fallen asleep beside her and Catherine stood up and watched her husband. A shiver ran up her spine.
She feared him.
She hated him.
She moved to the window, looking over the kingdom before her. Her hands closed around her unborn child, this would be their sixth.
"Wherever you are father, never come back." She whispered.
***
notes: i actually have a side story about the love story of noin and dorothy,maybe i'll post it when the whole series is already posted
