Disclaimer: I'm sad to report that I don't own Gundam Wing. But I think that you all knew that. So the evil lawyers will all have go away now. *smiles evily*
Notes:
1). Shonen ai. 1+2, 3+4... the rest to be determined later.
2). When I mention 'planes' I mean those of existence, not sources of transport.
3). This is being written by an insane, culturally confused teenager, who was exposed to too many different religions - namely me. Don't get offended, and if I do offend your religion, which I don't mean to, I'm sorry.
4). Thanks to Aurenne and Middleman for talking me through some bits of the story.
5). I'd love some feedback. No one has proofread this (yes, be afraid, be very afraid). And I do appreciate constructive criticism and enjoy receiving flames.
Chapter 2 - The Boy.
The golden glow of the inter-plane portal abated around me and I found myself, the thrice damned folder and the 'Divine Being's Book of Conduct' clutched within my hands, in a grand chamber. I was on the lunar colony of the first plane, where negotiations were to take place. The ceiling of the chamber was exceptionally high, the walls painted in demure shades of warm beige, faintly glistening with gold. As the enormous oak door opened, a faint echo filled the room. An attractive, beautiful, young, dark man strode through it, flashing me an engaging smile.
"So, you are Duo Maxwell," he said upon reaching me, firmly shaking my hand. For once I didn't flinch. There was something about this man, that I couldn't help smiling back. "Forget all that you think you know about me, just call me Solo."
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir," for once I wasn't lying.
"None of this 'sir' business - it makes me feel old, and I'm barely three years your senior." Well he was oh-so-wrong on that one.
"Alright, Solo," I said as we casually clasped hands again and another smile passed between us. In that moment I knew that whatever else this mission might bring, it would be a pleasure working for this man.
* * * *
Solo and I quickly became friends, spending much time after work together, talking or playing chess. He was quite the strategist, and taught me much about life and living. I guess I became more than a mere assistant, for quite often he asked upon me for opinions and suggestions.
Life on the physical plane wasn't going too badly. The worst part of my job was all the hand shaking, but I guess I accepted touch more readily in this form than in my astral one. And there were some definite advantages - like sleep. Total abandonment, could never be achieved up there, but here I welcomed it and the dreams it brought. For the most part I dreamt of a slim boy with the most beautiful blue eyes. A boy who was my other half, who knew my pain, knew my true self and still loved me.
* * * *
The attack came unexpectedly. The windows exploded, and shards of glistening glass and deadly bullets flew all over Solo's office. He had been standing right near the larges of them. I was by his side the second before the pandemonium began, throwing myself on top of him, covering his body with mine. If he dies, I would fail my assignment, and the repercussions on the peace talks would be dire.
The last thing I could remember was pain. Terrible pain, and blood, my blood enveloping me.
* * * *
I woke up in a room with an unfamiliar ceiling, which smelled strongly of antiseptic. Quatre was sitting by my bed, holding my hand and Wufei was bandaging me, somewhere where I couldn't feel. In my confusion I smiled at them both, not comprehending that they shouldn't be here, on this plane.
There were definite disadvantages to having a body. This situation proved it.
* * * *
I was back on my own two legs, swathed in bandages, and swearing to myself never to enter another hospital as long as I lived... errr... existed. This living thing was getting to me. Well sort of back - mostly being dragged around by Quatre and 'Fei, who were calling themselves male-nurses.
Taskmaster-Zechs (read Angel of Revenge), sent the two of them down in a bid to make up for not foreseeing that the forces of darkness would interfere with the negotiations. Also he felt that it would only complicate the matters if I was left to bleed to death as I wasn't allowing anyone come close enough to touch me, much less, bind my wounds. So, Quatre and Wufei were here, only for a day, but it was nice to see them again, I really had missed them.
* * * *
Everything was back to "normal". Quatre and Wufei had gone, and Solo, who had not been unharmed during the attack, was still promoting peace. The year was AC 179, and this was the biggest gathering of its kind to date. The official part of the conference was about to begin, and ambassadors from all over the Earth as well as the colonies were arriving by the thousands.
And that's then I saw him. A boy, of around 18 years of age, slender, with messy locks of dark brown hair, and prussian blue eyes, the like of which I had never seen, except in my dreams. He was an assistant of one of the other leaders of the colonies, and he was... beautiful.
* * * *
* * * *
* * * *
Till the next chapter, I'll leave it up to you, to guess the identity of the boy.
Kay, how was that? Please tell me, I need to know if it is all making sense / why not. Any suggestions for what should happen? Should I go on with it?
Notes:
1). Shonen ai. 1+2, 3+4... the rest to be determined later.
2). When I mention 'planes' I mean those of existence, not sources of transport.
3). This is being written by an insane, culturally confused teenager, who was exposed to too many different religions - namely me. Don't get offended, and if I do offend your religion, which I don't mean to, I'm sorry.
4). Thanks to Aurenne and Middleman for talking me through some bits of the story.
5). I'd love some feedback. No one has proofread this (yes, be afraid, be very afraid). And I do appreciate constructive criticism and enjoy receiving flames.
Chapter 2 - The Boy.
The golden glow of the inter-plane portal abated around me and I found myself, the thrice damned folder and the 'Divine Being's Book of Conduct' clutched within my hands, in a grand chamber. I was on the lunar colony of the first plane, where negotiations were to take place. The ceiling of the chamber was exceptionally high, the walls painted in demure shades of warm beige, faintly glistening with gold. As the enormous oak door opened, a faint echo filled the room. An attractive, beautiful, young, dark man strode through it, flashing me an engaging smile.
"So, you are Duo Maxwell," he said upon reaching me, firmly shaking my hand. For once I didn't flinch. There was something about this man, that I couldn't help smiling back. "Forget all that you think you know about me, just call me Solo."
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir," for once I wasn't lying.
"None of this 'sir' business - it makes me feel old, and I'm barely three years your senior." Well he was oh-so-wrong on that one.
"Alright, Solo," I said as we casually clasped hands again and another smile passed between us. In that moment I knew that whatever else this mission might bring, it would be a pleasure working for this man.
* * * *
Solo and I quickly became friends, spending much time after work together, talking or playing chess. He was quite the strategist, and taught me much about life and living. I guess I became more than a mere assistant, for quite often he asked upon me for opinions and suggestions.
Life on the physical plane wasn't going too badly. The worst part of my job was all the hand shaking, but I guess I accepted touch more readily in this form than in my astral one. And there were some definite advantages - like sleep. Total abandonment, could never be achieved up there, but here I welcomed it and the dreams it brought. For the most part I dreamt of a slim boy with the most beautiful blue eyes. A boy who was my other half, who knew my pain, knew my true self and still loved me.
* * * *
The attack came unexpectedly. The windows exploded, and shards of glistening glass and deadly bullets flew all over Solo's office. He had been standing right near the larges of them. I was by his side the second before the pandemonium began, throwing myself on top of him, covering his body with mine. If he dies, I would fail my assignment, and the repercussions on the peace talks would be dire.
The last thing I could remember was pain. Terrible pain, and blood, my blood enveloping me.
* * * *
I woke up in a room with an unfamiliar ceiling, which smelled strongly of antiseptic. Quatre was sitting by my bed, holding my hand and Wufei was bandaging me, somewhere where I couldn't feel. In my confusion I smiled at them both, not comprehending that they shouldn't be here, on this plane.
There were definite disadvantages to having a body. This situation proved it.
* * * *
I was back on my own two legs, swathed in bandages, and swearing to myself never to enter another hospital as long as I lived... errr... existed. This living thing was getting to me. Well sort of back - mostly being dragged around by Quatre and 'Fei, who were calling themselves male-nurses.
Taskmaster-Zechs (read Angel of Revenge), sent the two of them down in a bid to make up for not foreseeing that the forces of darkness would interfere with the negotiations. Also he felt that it would only complicate the matters if I was left to bleed to death as I wasn't allowing anyone come close enough to touch me, much less, bind my wounds. So, Quatre and Wufei were here, only for a day, but it was nice to see them again, I really had missed them.
* * * *
Everything was back to "normal". Quatre and Wufei had gone, and Solo, who had not been unharmed during the attack, was still promoting peace. The year was AC 179, and this was the biggest gathering of its kind to date. The official part of the conference was about to begin, and ambassadors from all over the Earth as well as the colonies were arriving by the thousands.
And that's then I saw him. A boy, of around 18 years of age, slender, with messy locks of dark brown hair, and prussian blue eyes, the like of which I had never seen, except in my dreams. He was an assistant of one of the other leaders of the colonies, and he was... beautiful.
* * * *
* * * *
* * * *
Till the next chapter, I'll leave it up to you, to guess the identity of the boy.
Kay, how was that? Please tell me, I need to know if it is all making sense / why not. Any suggestions for what should happen? Should I go on with it?
