A/n: Hiya. This is my attempt at writing a 3+4 fic. Some say it's good, some probably won't think so. In answer to your questions: no, this isn't a giant fic that keeps going on and on. These stories are in NO WAY attached. They are just a collection that all have to do with falling stars. ^.^

Disclaimer: I don't own GW. Period.

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A loud, booming voice called down upon the angel, Quatre. "You say that you wish to be in love with a human?" The voice sighed, tired from the angel's constant begging. "I also suppose you wish to go through the ultimate humiliation--go from a blessed angel to a low form of human, where all your powers and endless knowledge will be taken away forever."

"Yes," Quatre replied, lowering his blonde head in embarrassment. Wanting to go from angel to human was shunned from the other ultimate angels, who didn't like humans at all, not like guardian angels like Quatre.

"And you realize that you will never be made an angel ever again?"

Quatre hesitated and thought about the person her had been watching through the clouds for years.

"Yes," he said, his eyes liquid aqua orbs.

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Trowa looked up at the stars, his hands and feet burying into cool sand. It was a beautiful night to be on the beach, joking around with friends and relaxing.

Except Trowa wasn't with friends and he wasn't joking around. Relaxing was his main priority.

Trowa cleared his mind and focused on the events of the past week. A girl had come to him and asked him to go to homecoming with her, but he had to turn her down. It wasn't that she wasn't a nice girl, he just didn't feel like sacrificing his weekend for a girl.

He didn't even like girls.

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After about an hour of sitting on the moon-lit beach, Trowa stood and dusted himself off. Nothing compared to alone time for him. He didn't fear loneliness, only because he knew it wasn't all that bad.

Taking one last look at the pounding ocean, he turned and started home.

A splash quickly got his attention. It sounded like someone had been dropped from above into the water, but it was only a shallow splash, as if someone had meant to deliberately fall in slow motion. No one was on this beach that he knew of, and that was what made him nervous.

The full moon cast a bright orb of light on the crashing waves. Now his hearing was drowned in the sound of them, their beautiful rhythm that stayed in time.

How had he heard that sound? It was just his imagination, he thought. He took another step towards his house.

"Nanashi..."

Trowa knew it had to be the wind. The only people that knew that name were those who took care of him as an orphaned child.

"Nanashi..."

He turned this time, looking back at the ocean. A figure was circled in a puddle of moonlight, and he stood at the base of the waves. He didn't get wet though, and his bright blue eyes were open in curiosity, like he had never been here...or anywhere, for that matter...before. A star fell behind him, winking away in the dark sky.

"Who are you?" Trowa yelled out to him, but the sound of the waves overpowered his voice.

The white water flowed about the boy's feet, but never touched them. "Nanashi..." he beckoned.

Trowa walked forward to the mysterious person, eyes narrowed in disbelief.

Wings ripped from the boy's back, reaching out full-spread. He screamed in anguish as they slowly started to disappear, falling to his knees. He almost was swept away by the tide, which now thundered at his feet, soaking his white robe.

Trowa picked his up gently, surprised at how less he weighed, and cradled the back of his head. This boy was a fallen angel, and Trowa had seen it with his own eyes.

The angel got as close as it could to Trowa, pressing his face into the cradle of Trowa's neck. He inhaled his first breath as human with the scent of the boy holding him in his strong arms. The other boy reached out to touch the wings, his fingers lingering on the silky cloud-like feathers.

Trowa picked him up in his arms and brought him to shore, resting him down on one of the dunes.

"Nanashi..." the angel whispered, pulling Trowa against him, stroking his hair.

Trowa sighed and held him for a long while. There seemed to be an instant connection between the two.

The angel pulled away, pointing to himself, his innocent eyes fixed on emerald green. "Quatre," he said quietly, not knowing what language this human spoke. He wasn't used to languages, since angels never spoke in tongues.

"Trowa," Trowa said, pointing to himself. They kissed, mouths lingering to feel the electric reaction of each other.

The blonde boy broke away, looking into Trowa's eyes. He touched his fingers to the boy's lips and then to his own, saying, "love".

Trowa nodded. This angel had fallen for him, for love.

"Nanashi," Quatre sighed and pulled him close again, sharing with him a lasting kiss. "Forever," he whispered.

And they were. Forever.