Wings of a Broken Heart
Get it strait. I don't own anyone except Tenshi…Thanx a lot baka! Now I'm sad…
Heero watched the sleeping figure of the girl that he has started calling Tenshi. Sally was late. This girl…she was like his imaginary friend in every way, except that she was older, and had no wings.
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((Flash back))
((Heero at age 5))
A young girl with dancing violet eyes, and the whitest wings sat on a rock watching a boy during target practice. Her silver hair was unruly, and cut boyishly short. She waited patiently as the boy, with similar hair took pains to center the muzzle of his gun. When the bullet shot through the heart of the target without warning, the girl clapped and laughed. It was a sound like the rain, and the pealing of silver bells.
"I knew you could do it Heero."
The boy blushed, and shot the next three targets, in a rapid-fire motion, which landed dead center in the middle of the targets.
"Thank you Tenshi…" he muttered under his breath.
"Who are you talking to boy?" Asked the boy's trainer, not unkindly.
"I am talking to Nanashi…I call her Tenshi."
"No name?"
"She says that I am the one who decides her name. She didn't have one until I gave her one, so that makes her 'Nanashi'."
"There is no one there, boy. I'm sorry but, if you are to help me, you must grow up faster than most. You must leave these childish fancies behind you, and concentrate on your missions. Those are the only important things to a soldier."
"But---"
"No. There is no one there."
"But I can see her and----"
"She is part of your imagination. She is not really there. In time, you will stop seeing her, and realize that she was only make-believe."
"Yes Dr. J."
"Good boy Heero."
The Dr. walked away from the Boy, and he followed.
"Heero, wait for me."
The boy did not respond, and the girl's smile faded, as she slowed. She could tell that he didn't believe. Her once dancing eyes filled with tears, as she became Nanashi once more. The other angels would still call her Tenshi, but to herself she would remain Nanashi.
She knew she should return, but she couldn't bring herself to leave her friend even if he didn't believe in her. She would wait.
((End Flashback))
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Heero meticulously cleaned his gun, while cursing in Japanese. Wufei sat in the corner absently polishing his katanna. Quatre was reading a book...upside down. Duo was compulsively tugging and playing with his braid, while rambling in English---the only language he knew that the others didn't---and at the same time annoyed Wufei (big surprise there) Trowa just sat.
The moment Sally had gotten sight of the retched girl she had made them put her to bed, before ushering the lot of them out into the living room. The girl had started bleeding from the mouth again when they had moved her, and Sally was worried. The girl was white as a sheet, and the blood from her lungs would not stop pouring out. She had been working on the girl for about three hours with no improvement. She seriously doubted that the girl would survive past the night.
She walked from the bedroom where the girl was situated, into the living room. Her eyes were grim.
"I have some bad news." Said Sally, wincing almost visibly at the sight of the piercing eyes of the trained assassins.
"She has lost too much blood. I can't do anything for her. I would stake my reputation on the assumption that she'll be dead by morning…"
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It was too dark. It smelled of death. She knew that she wouldn't escape this way. Shinigami wouldn't let her blood loss interrupt the fun she was undoubtedly experiencing from Nanashi's pain.
Nanashi felt blood gushing from her lungs, and knew that this was going to be the last time she breathed. She opened her eyes, and remembered. She remembered the peeling paint from the training facility in which she had met Heero. She remembered the feel of the tile under her skin. That was where she had slept since she had known Heero. She remembered with a gory distinctness, the day she had gone against her people's laws, and broken all the covenants holy to the ones with wings.
Heero's gundam fell from the sky in a sweeping of mechanical feathers. Shenlong, hovered and watched in horror as his friend gave his life for what he believed. The gundam descended into the briny waves of the ocean, and splashed through the surface leaving only the floating feather that once belonged to the gundam.
She watched as Heero and the gundam broke the surface. He raced to the site of carnage where Maremeia was waging a war against the existing order. He fired his buster rifle using all of the fuel in his successful attempt to enter the premises. She watched as he put the little corrupted girl out of her misery, and swore never to take another life again. He fell to the ground, his first words of happiness coming before death.
She watched as the queen Relina held him close and cried over him. Tears coursed down a face that was still as stone. She brushed a strand of his unruly hair from eyes that would never see again. Without thought to what would happen to her, she plucked the pinion flight feather from her right wing. She didn't care that it would never grow back and render her flightless. She breathed on the feather that glistened and shined, like snow from the highest mountain. She bit her finger with her over sharp canines, and let a drop of blood fall from the wound. She kissed the feather, and a single tear dropped onto it, causing it to shine like a star. She laid the feather over his heart, and it sunk into his chest as if made of air. In her love for him, she had given him half of her soul.
She smiled a sorrowful smile. He was alive, and she was happy. Now she could die. After so many years of wishing that he could just be happy, it had come true. Her death was a small price to pay for his life…
Nanashi felt her heart stop beating, felt her blood grow sluggish in her veins. She also felt the shining star that was half of her soul. With her passing, he would acquire the entire soul, and she would be able to love him even in death.
Nanashi was about to close her eyes when she felt a presence near her. The silver light she felt could only be him. It was the empath that she had sensed when she was brought in. The boy had power. It was almost as if he was one of the chosen, like her own charge. Chosen, for the sole purpose of brining peace. He had a quiet nature, and a kind voice. He spoke to her. He told her things from his child hood, and how he used to play tricks on his sisters. He sang. A lullaby, that, he knew from somewhere, though it had never been sung him.
The sound of his voice enveloped her in cooling silver light. Her cold hands heated, and her heart started again with new vigor. The blood in her veins raced as she listened to the silver liquid power of his voice.
She fell asleep listening to tales of the pilots, that she already knew, and of hot Arabic summers, and dry Egyptian winters.
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Quatre left the room. He had been so worried that he had started babbling things about when he was a child, and explaining games that the native children had taught him. He didn't think he had done much good, but seeing the four faces in various states of anxiety, he figured that it was someone else's turn.
"Anyone else want to see her?" asked Quatre quietly, for his voice was tired from so much use.
To everyone's surprise, Heero got up and walked past Quatre into the small room.
Heero stared at the small sleeping figure. She looked angelic, in a sad sort of way, with her long silver hair washing the room in a brilliance that outshone moonlight. She had marks that he had not noticed before adorning her brow and the corners of her eyes. The same marks as Nanashi.
Nanashi…why had he ever believed in her? Even as a child he had been quite sensible, scorning the other children for playing with toys. The only thing childish he had ever done was, believe in Nanashi. Nanashi. It was strange. No matter how old he got, he always reminisced on how she had been his first friend. The second Dr. J had reasoned with him, he had of course understood that the Dr. was correct. That moment, Nanashi, or Tenshi as he called her, stopped, her smile fading, and tears rolling down her cheeks as her form became less distinct. He was always catching glimpses of silver hair, or white wings, sometimes even violet eyes. He had seen her clearly on the day that he should have died. She had been sitting there, looking as horrified and sorrowful as was humanly possible. She had taken one of her flight feathers, and placed it on his chest. After that he had fallen asleep.
She lay on her stomache, and as she shifted, the fact that Sally had removed the shirt to bind the girls ribs, became evident. The binding, started higher in the front than in the back. The female chest was covered, but most of her back was not.
She shifted again, and a tracing of tattoo art was visible along her back. It was done in white, and shaped like the small wings that you sometimes see on cardboard-cupid valentine decorations. Lower down, the patterns became more distinct, and at the bottom—if he hadn't known better—he could have sworn that they became actual feathers.
*…ill…be..waiting…my…friend…* He heard the words, but only inside his mind, and something about them spooked Heero. He abruptly left, a cold breeze scented of metal and emptiness left in his wake.
*…my ..friend…my..love…my..heero..* the words sounded in the air, not actually existing. They smelled of silver, and violets, with a touch of crimson.
Do you like it? Please tell me. The next chapter will be when she actually wakes up *gasp*
Get it strait. I don't own anyone except Tenshi…Thanx a lot baka! Now I'm sad…
Heero watched the sleeping figure of the girl that he has started calling Tenshi. Sally was late. This girl…she was like his imaginary friend in every way, except that she was older, and had no wings.
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((Flash back))
((Heero at age 5))
A young girl with dancing violet eyes, and the whitest wings sat on a rock watching a boy during target practice. Her silver hair was unruly, and cut boyishly short. She waited patiently as the boy, with similar hair took pains to center the muzzle of his gun. When the bullet shot through the heart of the target without warning, the girl clapped and laughed. It was a sound like the rain, and the pealing of silver bells.
"I knew you could do it Heero."
The boy blushed, and shot the next three targets, in a rapid-fire motion, which landed dead center in the middle of the targets.
"Thank you Tenshi…" he muttered under his breath.
"Who are you talking to boy?" Asked the boy's trainer, not unkindly.
"I am talking to Nanashi…I call her Tenshi."
"No name?"
"She says that I am the one who decides her name. She didn't have one until I gave her one, so that makes her 'Nanashi'."
"There is no one there, boy. I'm sorry but, if you are to help me, you must grow up faster than most. You must leave these childish fancies behind you, and concentrate on your missions. Those are the only important things to a soldier."
"But---"
"No. There is no one there."
"But I can see her and----"
"She is part of your imagination. She is not really there. In time, you will stop seeing her, and realize that she was only make-believe."
"Yes Dr. J."
"Good boy Heero."
The Dr. walked away from the Boy, and he followed.
"Heero, wait for me."
The boy did not respond, and the girl's smile faded, as she slowed. She could tell that he didn't believe. Her once dancing eyes filled with tears, as she became Nanashi once more. The other angels would still call her Tenshi, but to herself she would remain Nanashi.
She knew she should return, but she couldn't bring herself to leave her friend even if he didn't believe in her. She would wait.
((End Flashback))
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Heero meticulously cleaned his gun, while cursing in Japanese. Wufei sat in the corner absently polishing his katanna. Quatre was reading a book...upside down. Duo was compulsively tugging and playing with his braid, while rambling in English---the only language he knew that the others didn't---and at the same time annoyed Wufei (big surprise there) Trowa just sat.
The moment Sally had gotten sight of the retched girl she had made them put her to bed, before ushering the lot of them out into the living room. The girl had started bleeding from the mouth again when they had moved her, and Sally was worried. The girl was white as a sheet, and the blood from her lungs would not stop pouring out. She had been working on the girl for about three hours with no improvement. She seriously doubted that the girl would survive past the night.
She walked from the bedroom where the girl was situated, into the living room. Her eyes were grim.
"I have some bad news." Said Sally, wincing almost visibly at the sight of the piercing eyes of the trained assassins.
"She has lost too much blood. I can't do anything for her. I would stake my reputation on the assumption that she'll be dead by morning…"
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It was too dark. It smelled of death. She knew that she wouldn't escape this way. Shinigami wouldn't let her blood loss interrupt the fun she was undoubtedly experiencing from Nanashi's pain.
Nanashi felt blood gushing from her lungs, and knew that this was going to be the last time she breathed. She opened her eyes, and remembered. She remembered the peeling paint from the training facility in which she had met Heero. She remembered the feel of the tile under her skin. That was where she had slept since she had known Heero. She remembered with a gory distinctness, the day she had gone against her people's laws, and broken all the covenants holy to the ones with wings.
Heero's gundam fell from the sky in a sweeping of mechanical feathers. Shenlong, hovered and watched in horror as his friend gave his life for what he believed. The gundam descended into the briny waves of the ocean, and splashed through the surface leaving only the floating feather that once belonged to the gundam.
She watched as Heero and the gundam broke the surface. He raced to the site of carnage where Maremeia was waging a war against the existing order. He fired his buster rifle using all of the fuel in his successful attempt to enter the premises. She watched as he put the little corrupted girl out of her misery, and swore never to take another life again. He fell to the ground, his first words of happiness coming before death.
She watched as the queen Relina held him close and cried over him. Tears coursed down a face that was still as stone. She brushed a strand of his unruly hair from eyes that would never see again. Without thought to what would happen to her, she plucked the pinion flight feather from her right wing. She didn't care that it would never grow back and render her flightless. She breathed on the feather that glistened and shined, like snow from the highest mountain. She bit her finger with her over sharp canines, and let a drop of blood fall from the wound. She kissed the feather, and a single tear dropped onto it, causing it to shine like a star. She laid the feather over his heart, and it sunk into his chest as if made of air. In her love for him, she had given him half of her soul.
She smiled a sorrowful smile. He was alive, and she was happy. Now she could die. After so many years of wishing that he could just be happy, it had come true. Her death was a small price to pay for his life…
Nanashi felt her heart stop beating, felt her blood grow sluggish in her veins. She also felt the shining star that was half of her soul. With her passing, he would acquire the entire soul, and she would be able to love him even in death.
Nanashi was about to close her eyes when she felt a presence near her. The silver light she felt could only be him. It was the empath that she had sensed when she was brought in. The boy had power. It was almost as if he was one of the chosen, like her own charge. Chosen, for the sole purpose of brining peace. He had a quiet nature, and a kind voice. He spoke to her. He told her things from his child hood, and how he used to play tricks on his sisters. He sang. A lullaby, that, he knew from somewhere, though it had never been sung him.
The sound of his voice enveloped her in cooling silver light. Her cold hands heated, and her heart started again with new vigor. The blood in her veins raced as she listened to the silver liquid power of his voice.
She fell asleep listening to tales of the pilots, that she already knew, and of hot Arabic summers, and dry Egyptian winters.
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Quatre left the room. He had been so worried that he had started babbling things about when he was a child, and explaining games that the native children had taught him. He didn't think he had done much good, but seeing the four faces in various states of anxiety, he figured that it was someone else's turn.
"Anyone else want to see her?" asked Quatre quietly, for his voice was tired from so much use.
To everyone's surprise, Heero got up and walked past Quatre into the small room.
Heero stared at the small sleeping figure. She looked angelic, in a sad sort of way, with her long silver hair washing the room in a brilliance that outshone moonlight. She had marks that he had not noticed before adorning her brow and the corners of her eyes. The same marks as Nanashi.
Nanashi…why had he ever believed in her? Even as a child he had been quite sensible, scorning the other children for playing with toys. The only thing childish he had ever done was, believe in Nanashi. Nanashi. It was strange. No matter how old he got, he always reminisced on how she had been his first friend. The second Dr. J had reasoned with him, he had of course understood that the Dr. was correct. That moment, Nanashi, or Tenshi as he called her, stopped, her smile fading, and tears rolling down her cheeks as her form became less distinct. He was always catching glimpses of silver hair, or white wings, sometimes even violet eyes. He had seen her clearly on the day that he should have died. She had been sitting there, looking as horrified and sorrowful as was humanly possible. She had taken one of her flight feathers, and placed it on his chest. After that he had fallen asleep.
She lay on her stomache, and as she shifted, the fact that Sally had removed the shirt to bind the girls ribs, became evident. The binding, started higher in the front than in the back. The female chest was covered, but most of her back was not.
She shifted again, and a tracing of tattoo art was visible along her back. It was done in white, and shaped like the small wings that you sometimes see on cardboard-cupid valentine decorations. Lower down, the patterns became more distinct, and at the bottom—if he hadn't known better—he could have sworn that they became actual feathers.
*…ill…be..waiting…my…friend…* He heard the words, but only inside his mind, and something about them spooked Heero. He abruptly left, a cold breeze scented of metal and emptiness left in his wake.
*…my ..friend…my..love…my..heero..* the words sounded in the air, not actually existing. They smelled of silver, and violets, with a touch of crimson.
Do you like it? Please tell me. The next chapter will be when she actually wakes up *gasp*