I DON'T own Gundam Wing, as much as I wish I did. This story is for parody and fan purposes only (and to satisfy my own messed up sense of humor) and no money is being made off of it. If I had enough talent to make money from writing, do you honestly think I'd be writing this? (okay, well... I probably would anyway but...) The bottom line: don't sue me, I'm poor. -_-;;
Fantasy Wing
Chapter 4
Faun's Logic
Heero looked down at Relena who lay cradled in his arms, cursing at himself for bringing all of this on her so suddenly.
He'd regained his memories along with his wings, and he realized that as soon as he got the princess home, he'd have to leave again, and try to salvage his mission elsewhere.
He blinked, the thought sinking in that he was going to have to leave the Dryad behind. The thought of just going away from her left him feeling empty somehow.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he spotted Duo's house on the border of a clearing in the distance. Just as he did so, Relena stirred in his arms and woke up.
She opened her eyes widely, and looked straight into his face, which was now focused on his landing point.
"Heero?" She asked, "What just happened?"
She happened to glance downward.
Bad idea.
Heero tightened his grip on the princess to reassure her. "Hold on a second. I'm going to land."
Spiraling downward gently, so as not to frighten Relena, he finally landed outside the faun's door.
As if on cue, Duo himself ran... er... trotted in from the wheat fields behing his house, braid slightly mussed up and holding his scythe. (Yes, a scythe. He had, after all, been in a wheat field. Have you people forgotten what is scythe is for in the first place?)
"Dryads were not meant to fly." Relena said, setting foot on the wonderfully hard ground, and hugging herself. "And waking up in mid-air... is much worse."
"What's going on?!" Duo asked, annoyed at both of them for dissappearing. "Do you have any idea what Zechs would do to me if ANYTHING happened to you, Relena? You couldn't find the notion in your head to at least tell me where you're going?"
The faun scowled at Heero.
"And YOU." he said, "YOU who was only a few days ago seriously injured, just up and walk off. You know how bad I'd feel if anything happened to either of you?!"
The fallen angel crossed his arms in a gesture of annoyance.
"Your left wing is bleeding, by the way." Duo noted. "you should take care of it."
He swished his tail and turned back toward the wheat field, shaking his head and muttering about "bird-men" "kidnapping" "lovestruck princesses" "Zechs" "responsible" and "sharp objects".
Heero merely watched him leave.
"He took that well." The soldier said, inspecting his wing for the cut.
"Duo's seen a lot more of the world than most people around here, and not much surprises him." She said. "He had a pretty messed up life when he was little..." She trailed off, obviously not wanting to touch on the subject. "Are you okay?"
He shrugged and touched the wound gently, holding it to stop the flow of blood.
"I'll be fine. Angels heal quickly." He said.
"So that's what you are?" She said. "An angel?"
He smiled bitterly. "Not the kind of angel you're thinking of. It's just a race, like dryads or fauns or centaurs. Nothing mystical involved."
"Well... where are you from?"
"Up."
She gave him a questioning look.
"And I should be getting back there soon." He said, walking to a stream on the edge of the clearing to clean his wound.
Relena followed him.
"You're leaving?"
"Why not?" He dipped his hands in the water and used it to wash off the crimson feathers. "I've got no reason to stick around."
"What will you do when you get back?"
"My job."
"Which is..."
"Peacekeeper angel in training."
He stuck his head in the stream, and brought it back out with a splash, ruffling his hair and getting Relena wet in the process.
"Hey!" She yelled. "What was that for?"
He shrugged. "You didn't have to follow me over here."
She sighed.
"Do you really have to go?"
Duo looked up from his work binding the stacks of wheat when he noticed a large, dark cloud coming from the other side of the forest.
"Fire...?" He thought.
Immediately he perked up, alert.
"Treize." He reasoned, throwing down the ties to the wheat and sprinting into the house.
He grabbed his sword and belted it, threw open the front door and ran out, slamming it after him.
"Princess!" He called to Relena, who was engaged in a conversation with the angel he'd been taking care of.
"Duo?" She replied, "What's wrong?"
"Fire." The faun almost growled. "Treize is making a move."
She gasped. "Are you sure it's him?"
"Relena." He said. "Who ELSE would set the forest on fire?"
The dryad nodded. "Are you going?"
"Yeah." Duo replied, turning to leave.
"I'm coming too." Heero said stiffly, flapping his wings several times and taking off. "Hurry up Maxwell."
Duo nodded and took off at a run, following the angel's flightpath through the forest.
To Be Continued...
Author's Post Chapter Rant:
Yes. I fully realize the shortness of this chapter was annoying to everyone... myself included. I just wanted to end it so I could get it up... after all a short chapter is better than none at all, ne?
By the way, I'd like to thank all the nice people who e-mailed me with good things to say about fantasy wing, and also a big thank you for all the wonderful reviews on Fanfiction.net!
As always too, I'd like to thank my bestest friends, Sailor Zero and Sailor Heavyarms, without whose "encouragement" (hehe) I wouldn't have been able to get even to part 4 of this fic.
you guys are the greatest!
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Ja ne, minna-san!
Till next time!