Disclaimer: I'm sad to report that I don't own Gundam Wing. But I think that you all knew that.
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, lora-helen, lillie chan, Sakura Yuy and Phoenix for reviewing!
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 3 - The Introduction
I lay sprawled on the bed thinking about him. The boy with the lapis lazuli blue eyes, dark silvery aura and the messy brown locks of hair. I had been obsessing over him for well over a week now, and it seemed that this new strange passion arising within me was not ready to abate. If anything it seemed to be growing.
In a bid to focus on something else other than the silent, charming boy, whose name I didn't even know, I tried to remember my own life, one that had long since passed. The one thing I remembered was my demise...
I had been a pretty kid, looking much as I do now - impossibly long, silky brown hair, deep amethyst eyes, tall, slender, to the point of almost looking fragile, but minus the blood-red and midnight-black wings of the Angel of Death, that weren't visible in this physical form anyway. I recalled a girl, my best friend. I recalled being betrayed by her then she found out that her love for me was unreturned, unrequited. I recalled her rage upon realising that I was more likely to lust over the boy next door (boy, was that guy a hottie!) than over her. I remember every moment of torment. Torture. Unmeasurable, unbearable everlasting pain. I evoked the memory of standing at deaths door and... ...forgiving her. Forgiving her for ruining my existence forever more. Forgiving her, while promising myself that never would another being touch me without my consent.
Woke up on another, a higher, plane, an Angel. An Angel of Death to be more precise... Oh-all right. If we have to be technical, I woke up an Angel of Death in training. An outcast even amongst them, for they were the Angels of Happiness, Wonder, Love, Ecstasy... Loneliness for eternity was my constant companion, then I met Quatre and 'Fei. Everything changed after that. And for once it was for the better.
But... I still don't trust almost anyone. I cannot bear the touch of another being. It took a millennium for Quatre and Wufei to befriend me, and another before I stopped shying away from their small reassuring touches, their gentle hugs. Those two became my friends for eternity, displacing the loneliness. For them I would be willing to go to the bottom of the underworld - just to make them smile, if nothing else. They had their own painful stories, but those are not for me to reveal.
* * * *
I got out of bed, shocked upon seeing that the sun had risen. I hadn't had a wink of sleep, yet a new day was here, and time for me to rush and do more menial tasks for Solo. Get his dry cleaning, make a fresh batch of coffee ( I couldn't live without that stuff!), take down messages, make appointments. Maybe I'd catch a glimpse of the boy.
And I went right back to the same subject that had kept me up during the night. I didn't know if there were names for the emotions that I was experiencing. But I knew that I hadn't felt anything like these... well ever. I knew some of the other angels did, they sang about them, looking at each other like there were no other beings in all of heaven, their auras merging and enveloping them until it almost seemed that the two became one. But I never had any such experiences. I was always of the spectators. Never a part of such scenes.
I got to the office, shared a smile with Solo, sorted through the tower of Babel, also known as the paperwork. Informed Solo of his appointments, told him of the things he must keep in check and continued running the errands... I had done this everyday, it had all become almost a ritual to me, the only break I had was the day, or so, that I had spent in the hospital.
* * * *
It was almost midnight and Solo and I were still in his room, playing chess and sipping of a very temperate, comforting, dry red wine from tall crystal goblets. The room was quite large, furnished with dark antiques, crimson wallpaper and velvet curtains covering the huge windows that gave a wonderful view of the beep blue sea that stretched out for miles. At the moment that view gave out onto a night of the full moon, into a darkened sky filled with glittering, shimmering stars that were reflected, in a never-ending black pool of the ocean beneath them. The flames warmly in the fireplace illuminated the room softly, while sending warm, twitching shadows flickering playfully on the walls, thus giving the room an ethereal, unreal, feel to it. There came a quiet, authoritative knock on the door, and Solo rose to answer it.
In came Doctor G., one of Solo's advisers, and with him another man, dressed in a simular lab-coat to that of Doctor G., as well as the boy. The boy who had driven me to distraction by just smiling at me across a crowded room.
The other man was Doctor J., an adviser to the leader of the L1 colony, and the boy...
"My name is Heero Yuy. It's a pleasure." Was that he had said... his eyes twinkling like newborn stars. So was our introduction.
* * * *
* * * *
* * * *
'Kay - the two great lovers of our time have met, now where does the complication lie?
Stay tuned for the next chapter ^_^! That is ... if you think there should be another chapter.
Any comments? Any suggestions? Tell me what you think!
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, lora-helen, lillie chan, Sakura Yuy and Phoenix for reviewing!
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 3 - The Introduction
I lay sprawled on the bed thinking about him. The boy with the lapis lazuli blue eyes, dark silvery aura and the messy brown locks of hair. I had been obsessing over him for well over a week now, and it seemed that this new strange passion arising within me was not ready to abate. If anything it seemed to be growing.
In a bid to focus on something else other than the silent, charming boy, whose name I didn't even know, I tried to remember my own life, one that had long since passed. The one thing I remembered was my demise...
I had been a pretty kid, looking much as I do now - impossibly long, silky brown hair, deep amethyst eyes, tall, slender, to the point of almost looking fragile, but minus the blood-red and midnight-black wings of the Angel of Death, that weren't visible in this physical form anyway. I recalled a girl, my best friend. I recalled being betrayed by her then she found out that her love for me was unreturned, unrequited. I recalled her rage upon realising that I was more likely to lust over the boy next door (boy, was that guy a hottie!) than over her. I remember every moment of torment. Torture. Unmeasurable, unbearable everlasting pain. I evoked the memory of standing at deaths door and... ...forgiving her. Forgiving her for ruining my existence forever more. Forgiving her, while promising myself that never would another being touch me without my consent.
Woke up on another, a higher, plane, an Angel. An Angel of Death to be more precise... Oh-all right. If we have to be technical, I woke up an Angel of Death in training. An outcast even amongst them, for they were the Angels of Happiness, Wonder, Love, Ecstasy... Loneliness for eternity was my constant companion, then I met Quatre and 'Fei. Everything changed after that. And for once it was for the better.
But... I still don't trust almost anyone. I cannot bear the touch of another being. It took a millennium for Quatre and Wufei to befriend me, and another before I stopped shying away from their small reassuring touches, their gentle hugs. Those two became my friends for eternity, displacing the loneliness. For them I would be willing to go to the bottom of the underworld - just to make them smile, if nothing else. They had their own painful stories, but those are not for me to reveal.
* * * *
I got out of bed, shocked upon seeing that the sun had risen. I hadn't had a wink of sleep, yet a new day was here, and time for me to rush and do more menial tasks for Solo. Get his dry cleaning, make a fresh batch of coffee ( I couldn't live without that stuff!), take down messages, make appointments. Maybe I'd catch a glimpse of the boy.
And I went right back to the same subject that had kept me up during the night. I didn't know if there were names for the emotions that I was experiencing. But I knew that I hadn't felt anything like these... well ever. I knew some of the other angels did, they sang about them, looking at each other like there were no other beings in all of heaven, their auras merging and enveloping them until it almost seemed that the two became one. But I never had any such experiences. I was always of the spectators. Never a part of such scenes.
I got to the office, shared a smile with Solo, sorted through the tower of Babel, also known as the paperwork. Informed Solo of his appointments, told him of the things he must keep in check and continued running the errands... I had done this everyday, it had all become almost a ritual to me, the only break I had was the day, or so, that I had spent in the hospital.
* * * *
It was almost midnight and Solo and I were still in his room, playing chess and sipping of a very temperate, comforting, dry red wine from tall crystal goblets. The room was quite large, furnished with dark antiques, crimson wallpaper and velvet curtains covering the huge windows that gave a wonderful view of the beep blue sea that stretched out for miles. At the moment that view gave out onto a night of the full moon, into a darkened sky filled with glittering, shimmering stars that were reflected, in a never-ending black pool of the ocean beneath them. The flames warmly in the fireplace illuminated the room softly, while sending warm, twitching shadows flickering playfully on the walls, thus giving the room an ethereal, unreal, feel to it. There came a quiet, authoritative knock on the door, and Solo rose to answer it.
In came Doctor G., one of Solo's advisers, and with him another man, dressed in a simular lab-coat to that of Doctor G., as well as the boy. The boy who had driven me to distraction by just smiling at me across a crowded room.
The other man was Doctor J., an adviser to the leader of the L1 colony, and the boy...
"My name is Heero Yuy. It's a pleasure." Was that he had said... his eyes twinkling like newborn stars. So was our introduction.
* * * *
* * * *
* * * *
'Kay - the two great lovers of our time have met, now where does the complication lie?
Stay tuned for the next chapter ^_^! That is ... if you think there should be another chapter.
Any comments? Any suggestions? Tell me what you think!
