*Smiles*
Here's the updated version.
I finally found out how to work the chapters!!!!
I left off at a cliffhanger in the middle of Chapter 8(for all those who have read this previously). I marked it, but I apologize for the inconvenience. I decided the chapter was too short.
Thanks so much to all those who took the time to review the first part!!!!!! Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!!!
I wrote the next couple chapters while I was here, home from school, *blows nose* miserably sick; bad for me, but good for you.
I'm glad to report that scientists and politicians all over the world have debated for months in countless meetings on this puzzling subject but they have finally determined that sicknesses cannot be passed through the internet, so it's perfectly safe to read this fic (lol).
Hope you like it!
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Chapter 1- Shinigami the guardian angel?
"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" I gasped as the classroom doors began to shut, and I kept running, hoping to make it before I was locked out for good. Things are a lot different in heaven, you know. I couldn't believe I'd made it there, being Shinigami, the God of Death and all, but hey, miracles can happen.
In any case, I raced through the hallways, braid flying, books falling, wings trailing uselessly behind me. Everyone knows that angels in training can't use their wings until they graduate, which usually suits me just fine because they look quite stunning on me, but I could have seriously use a transportation aid, here!
"Gomen, 'scuse me, lady," I gasped as I practically knocked the principal over in the hallway and continued on running to class.
"DUO!!!!" I heard an angry yell increasingly loud behind me as the administrator caught up to me with lightning-speed. (DARN THOSE WINGS!)
Yes, I'd made.um, .err. friends with the administration there at Cumulo- Nimbus High. I had a reputation for displaying the angelic (*cough*) ways of the angel. I've become very well acquainted with my principal. Most notable when I was sent to her after I accidentally caught the entire building on fire while I was attempting to toast a piece of bread.no harm done, right? Apparently she didn't think so.
In any case, I stopped to let her speak with me, because after all, resistance was futile.
"Duo Maxwell, I just don't know what to do with you anymore!" Principal (lady) Une looked ready to kill, but then she softened as she looked into my eyes, which I had made quite a considerable effort to make cutely innocent.
YESSSS! It was 'One more chance' time! I'd know that look anywhere!
"Duo," Lady Une sighed, "you're late to class again, and I'm going to have to take higher measures with this offense, seeing as it is a minor one in a repetitive chain. We can't have you upsetting the balance of our school like this any longer. To stay in this school, you have to start taking responsibility for your actions."
Oh, no, its lecture time. should have seen that one coming.
".and that's why I've talked to your teachers, and we've all decided that you need to go to God. He will decide the punishment that we don't feel we have authorization to give."
"You mean, the real God? I actually get to meet him? What kind of punishment? You're not going to send me away to the other place again, are you?" I began to panic, "I don't do well with heat. Will you have to take away my wings or will they just turn black or something 'cause it would match my outfit and that would look cool except."
"Wait, hold on," she interrupted, "who ever said about anything like that? You're going to see God so that he can give you a 'chore' as he likes to call them."
"Oh, well, that doesn't seem so bad. Like sweeping the floor or cleaning my room, right?"
"Yeah, something like that, I guess. Just close your eyes and I'll zap you there," I gave Mrs. Une a really confused look.
"I didn't know teleportation was possible, even in the afterlife."
"When they say God is 'all knowing' it also means that nothing is impossible, they mean that." She said simply.
"Right." I said as I closed my eyes and felt a jolt that set me off balance, landing me in an odd position as I heard a familiar voice.
"Duo Maxwell, I presume."
I opened my eyes to find myself in complete darkness, sitting at one of those questioning desks that they use for intimidating criminals. One single light shone down upon me, from where above me, I couldn't come to guess, and out of the darkness I saw a handsome figure with expressive hair, long enough to rival my own, slowly walking toward me.
"Zechs?!" I exclaimed in amazement, "You're.you're God?" I stuttered
"No, actually," the accused peacecraft laughed at the thought, "No, indeed. I'm just a friend. He isn't here right now, I'm sitting in, but why are you here, Duo?"
"Ummm, I dunno? Lady Une said something about my being a good person, but not taking responsibility for my actions. In short, I think that means I'm a goofball who doesn't belong in heaven, but you can't send me down there." I made a downwards gesture for dramatic effect, ".because I'm just too nice."
Zechs looked admirably bemused by my interpretation as he realized every word of it was true.
"Alright, Duo, I'll tell you what. In a couple of minutes you're going to be zipped off to someplace on earth because we're too lazy to send anyone to the colonies.probably why they're so mislead. Anyway, you will serve as a guardian angel to some unsuspecting person who desperately needs your help. You will be given certain limitations, and certain abilities to cope with your subject's problem. It's all explained here."
Zechs handed me a silvery portfolio with gold letters on it. It seemed to contain a large amount of documents and papers.
"What's all this for?"
"It's just the legal stuff, mostly." Zechs explained casually as if I wasn't holding at least a hundred pages, which I most certainly was. He saw that I became annoyed at this, and quickly took up the defense.
"I guess we can trust you to follow the rules, so if you'll just sign here." he took my portfolio and opened it up to the very last page, where there was room for a signature, ".I think we can make an exception, and all you'll need is this." He waved a silvery paper in my face.
I quickly signed the paper in my sloppy, yet frighteningly elegant freehand, and snatched the paper up to take a look at whom I was guarding. Ok, no picture, I'll deal. It does have a description, though. Let's see. 'Quatre Rabaerba Winner' I wonder if I can remember all that? 'He's in high school'
fun
'.Arabian with a mysterious Caucasian resemblance.'? This could get interesting.
It also says here that his problems are 'strictly social', in short, because he's some kind of genius, extremely strong and talented, quite rich, and waaayyyy to nice for his own good. Hmmm, he sounds like the perfect guy. and I'd bet that's why people don't like him. This might be a challenge.
"Sounds good to me," I said after finishing my analysis of the subject and putting it on the desk to make my unsure statement look more decisive.
"That's very assured of you, Duo, considering you haven't even heard about your limitations just yet." The peacecraft said with a glint in his eye.
"Limitations?" umm, maybe I should have read that legal stuff.
"Yes, your limitations. Number 1: You will not be able to tell anyone about your mission, is that clear. Not one person. Technically, you will see yourself as having wings and a halo, even a little translucent, but the living see you as perfectly solid and perfectly normal."
"Oh great, now I'm abnormal?" I added with my typical sarcasm. Zechs glared.
"You know what I meant. Number 2: You can make yourself invisible at any time for the purposes of keeping your assigned human safe, and no other."
"Awww, Drat! No girl's locker room?" The sarcasm slipped through again and I could tell Zechs wasn't too thrilled.
"You're pushing your luck, Maxwell. I didn't mean to insinuate you were the type to disregard an assignment. You know that." I just sighed, giving into the lecture as Zechs began again.
"And Thirdly, you are to take notes on your subject, and for goodness's sake don't be too suspicious. One year, we had a kid who found out about one of our guardian angels and all heck broke loose. It completely altered that child's future. I expect a full report when you come back. Think of it as a 'homework assignment'."
(See, you can't ever get away from homework. It plagues you even after death.)
"Does that sound like too much for you to handle, Duo?" Zechs wanted to make sure he wasn't making a terrible mistake. I don't blame him for thinking that. Heck, I didn't trust myself.
"Absolutely!" I can convince myself of anything (*sigh*).
"Wonderful." Zechs said, "You'll start immediately."
All of the sudden everything became kind of blurry and things seemed to fade from view as I felt myself falling (almost as if through the ground). I considered myself speechless. To anyone who knows me, this would bring them to their knees in laughter.
"Goodbye Duo Maxwell," Zech's voice penetrated the blurry composure of what I observed around me. "I'll see you when your mission is complete. Good luck to you."
And then, I heard a slow wheeze as the wind flew through my unresponsive wings, followed by a 'plunk' as I felt myself fall and hit the ground, or rather, pavement.
"Ouch!" I got up quickly and looked in front of me. I was looking straight at a high school. It was quite big, and everyone was in uniform, well, technically I was, too, but I doubted that the halo counted here.
It was at this point I realized that I was in the middle of a street, with a car desperately trying to come to a screeching halt at my presence. It was headed right at me! Darn it! I forgot to ask if I could die a second time!
And at that very moment, a tall, skinny boy with very long brown bangs jumped into the middle of the road and practically flung me over to the sidewalk and out of danger.
"Wow, thanks, man!" I looked admiringly at my green-eyed rescuer who just shrugged and muttered "baka" as he walked away.
Well, as you all probably know, I'm never one to take favors without some kind of repayment, and how could I possibly do anything to help this guy if he totally shrugged me off? So, I simply walked on after him.
The boy noticed me, glanced at my face, then my braid, and finally looked away without saying anything. I didn't want to seem rude by saying something like 'are you mute?' or 'where's your other eye?' so I tried to keep it simple and innocent.
"Hello." I smiled brightly.
"." He continued walking.
I walked alongside him. Ok, so he's not a conversationalist. I can deal.
"My name's Duo Maxwell. I'm new here. Can you show me to the main office?" The brunette continued staring straight ahead, but actually answered. It was without expression, but at least it was something.
The boy hesitated but then answered expressionlessly.
"My name's Trowa. The main office is right behind you." He picked up the pace, and I could take a hint, so I simply stopped and yelled after him.
"Thanks. See you around, Trowa!" I don't think he heard me. I headed into the office anyway.
It wasn't very big, but it was big enough to hold a computer desk with the principal on it, and a bench on the opposite side of the room on which sat an odd looking Asian with his arms crossed, spiteful eyes, and hair slathered in tons of gel only to be pulled into a very small ponytail that reached just past his shirt collar in the back.
The principal was still on the phone, so I decided to make some sort of friendly conversation with this guy. I sat down at the other end of the bench and crossed my arms behind my head in a relaxed position.
"Hello."
"Hello." The Chinese boy nodded in agreement, never lifting his eyes to meet mine.
"I'm new here, how about you? This school nice?"
"Nice enough to educate weaklings!" The Chinese boy looked at me and glared (as if he meant to direct that comment at me.but I was in no position to ask. It was obvious he needed a serious attitude adjustment).
"Oh really? Do you consider yourself in that category?"
"INJUSTICE!!!"
(Ok, he's scary. I admire that. Next question...)
"What's your name?"
"My name," he paused to stare into my eyes like I was evil or something, "is Wufei."
"I guess I'll see you around, Wu-Man." I said cheerfully as I got up, until I noticed that Wufei was giving me a death glare.
"NEVER call me Wu-man. My NAME is Wu-FEI." He tightened his glare. I didn't think he'd get so ticked.
"Sorry, Wu-FEI," I emphasized as I walked up to the principal, who had been off the phone for a while now.
"I'm a new student here, and I, um, was wondering if I could get a registration or something. My name is Duo, Duo Maxwell."
"Ah, yes," the principal put on her glasses and began searching on her desk for something, "We got a call in yesterday about your enrollment. We have your schedule ready for you today."
Wow. When Zechs plans things through, he really plans things through, I thought, once again remembering my soul purpose for being there...that guy, Quatre Winner.
"Here you are," the principal handed me my schedule. Great! First class is music. Hey, wait a minute. I didn't play an instrument, did I? Was this Zech's idea of a cruel joke, because it wasn't funny!
I finally found out how to work the chapters!!!!
I left off at a cliffhanger in the middle of Chapter 8(for all those who have read this previously). I marked it, but I apologize for the inconvenience. I decided the chapter was too short.
Thanks so much to all those who took the time to review the first part!!!!!! Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!!!
I wrote the next couple chapters while I was here, home from school, *blows nose* miserably sick; bad for me, but good for you.
I'm glad to report that scientists and politicians all over the world have debated for months in countless meetings on this puzzling subject but they have finally determined that sicknesses cannot be passed through the internet, so it's perfectly safe to read this fic (lol).
Hope you like it!
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Chapter 1- Shinigami the guardian angel?
"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" I gasped as the classroom doors began to shut, and I kept running, hoping to make it before I was locked out for good. Things are a lot different in heaven, you know. I couldn't believe I'd made it there, being Shinigami, the God of Death and all, but hey, miracles can happen.
In any case, I raced through the hallways, braid flying, books falling, wings trailing uselessly behind me. Everyone knows that angels in training can't use their wings until they graduate, which usually suits me just fine because they look quite stunning on me, but I could have seriously use a transportation aid, here!
"Gomen, 'scuse me, lady," I gasped as I practically knocked the principal over in the hallway and continued on running to class.
"DUO!!!!" I heard an angry yell increasingly loud behind me as the administrator caught up to me with lightning-speed. (DARN THOSE WINGS!)
Yes, I'd made.um, .err. friends with the administration there at Cumulo- Nimbus High. I had a reputation for displaying the angelic (*cough*) ways of the angel. I've become very well acquainted with my principal. Most notable when I was sent to her after I accidentally caught the entire building on fire while I was attempting to toast a piece of bread.no harm done, right? Apparently she didn't think so.
In any case, I stopped to let her speak with me, because after all, resistance was futile.
"Duo Maxwell, I just don't know what to do with you anymore!" Principal (lady) Une looked ready to kill, but then she softened as she looked into my eyes, which I had made quite a considerable effort to make cutely innocent.
YESSSS! It was 'One more chance' time! I'd know that look anywhere!
"Duo," Lady Une sighed, "you're late to class again, and I'm going to have to take higher measures with this offense, seeing as it is a minor one in a repetitive chain. We can't have you upsetting the balance of our school like this any longer. To stay in this school, you have to start taking responsibility for your actions."
Oh, no, its lecture time. should have seen that one coming.
".and that's why I've talked to your teachers, and we've all decided that you need to go to God. He will decide the punishment that we don't feel we have authorization to give."
"You mean, the real God? I actually get to meet him? What kind of punishment? You're not going to send me away to the other place again, are you?" I began to panic, "I don't do well with heat. Will you have to take away my wings or will they just turn black or something 'cause it would match my outfit and that would look cool except."
"Wait, hold on," she interrupted, "who ever said about anything like that? You're going to see God so that he can give you a 'chore' as he likes to call them."
"Oh, well, that doesn't seem so bad. Like sweeping the floor or cleaning my room, right?"
"Yeah, something like that, I guess. Just close your eyes and I'll zap you there," I gave Mrs. Une a really confused look.
"I didn't know teleportation was possible, even in the afterlife."
"When they say God is 'all knowing' it also means that nothing is impossible, they mean that." She said simply.
"Right." I said as I closed my eyes and felt a jolt that set me off balance, landing me in an odd position as I heard a familiar voice.
"Duo Maxwell, I presume."
I opened my eyes to find myself in complete darkness, sitting at one of those questioning desks that they use for intimidating criminals. One single light shone down upon me, from where above me, I couldn't come to guess, and out of the darkness I saw a handsome figure with expressive hair, long enough to rival my own, slowly walking toward me.
"Zechs?!" I exclaimed in amazement, "You're.you're God?" I stuttered
"No, actually," the accused peacecraft laughed at the thought, "No, indeed. I'm just a friend. He isn't here right now, I'm sitting in, but why are you here, Duo?"
"Ummm, I dunno? Lady Une said something about my being a good person, but not taking responsibility for my actions. In short, I think that means I'm a goofball who doesn't belong in heaven, but you can't send me down there." I made a downwards gesture for dramatic effect, ".because I'm just too nice."
Zechs looked admirably bemused by my interpretation as he realized every word of it was true.
"Alright, Duo, I'll tell you what. In a couple of minutes you're going to be zipped off to someplace on earth because we're too lazy to send anyone to the colonies.probably why they're so mislead. Anyway, you will serve as a guardian angel to some unsuspecting person who desperately needs your help. You will be given certain limitations, and certain abilities to cope with your subject's problem. It's all explained here."
Zechs handed me a silvery portfolio with gold letters on it. It seemed to contain a large amount of documents and papers.
"What's all this for?"
"It's just the legal stuff, mostly." Zechs explained casually as if I wasn't holding at least a hundred pages, which I most certainly was. He saw that I became annoyed at this, and quickly took up the defense.
"I guess we can trust you to follow the rules, so if you'll just sign here." he took my portfolio and opened it up to the very last page, where there was room for a signature, ".I think we can make an exception, and all you'll need is this." He waved a silvery paper in my face.
I quickly signed the paper in my sloppy, yet frighteningly elegant freehand, and snatched the paper up to take a look at whom I was guarding. Ok, no picture, I'll deal. It does have a description, though. Let's see. 'Quatre Rabaerba Winner' I wonder if I can remember all that? 'He's in high school'
fun
'.Arabian with a mysterious Caucasian resemblance.'? This could get interesting.
It also says here that his problems are 'strictly social', in short, because he's some kind of genius, extremely strong and talented, quite rich, and waaayyyy to nice for his own good. Hmmm, he sounds like the perfect guy. and I'd bet that's why people don't like him. This might be a challenge.
"Sounds good to me," I said after finishing my analysis of the subject and putting it on the desk to make my unsure statement look more decisive.
"That's very assured of you, Duo, considering you haven't even heard about your limitations just yet." The peacecraft said with a glint in his eye.
"Limitations?" umm, maybe I should have read that legal stuff.
"Yes, your limitations. Number 1: You will not be able to tell anyone about your mission, is that clear. Not one person. Technically, you will see yourself as having wings and a halo, even a little translucent, but the living see you as perfectly solid and perfectly normal."
"Oh great, now I'm abnormal?" I added with my typical sarcasm. Zechs glared.
"You know what I meant. Number 2: You can make yourself invisible at any time for the purposes of keeping your assigned human safe, and no other."
"Awww, Drat! No girl's locker room?" The sarcasm slipped through again and I could tell Zechs wasn't too thrilled.
"You're pushing your luck, Maxwell. I didn't mean to insinuate you were the type to disregard an assignment. You know that." I just sighed, giving into the lecture as Zechs began again.
"And Thirdly, you are to take notes on your subject, and for goodness's sake don't be too suspicious. One year, we had a kid who found out about one of our guardian angels and all heck broke loose. It completely altered that child's future. I expect a full report when you come back. Think of it as a 'homework assignment'."
(See, you can't ever get away from homework. It plagues you even after death.)
"Does that sound like too much for you to handle, Duo?" Zechs wanted to make sure he wasn't making a terrible mistake. I don't blame him for thinking that. Heck, I didn't trust myself.
"Absolutely!" I can convince myself of anything (*sigh*).
"Wonderful." Zechs said, "You'll start immediately."
All of the sudden everything became kind of blurry and things seemed to fade from view as I felt myself falling (almost as if through the ground). I considered myself speechless. To anyone who knows me, this would bring them to their knees in laughter.
"Goodbye Duo Maxwell," Zech's voice penetrated the blurry composure of what I observed around me. "I'll see you when your mission is complete. Good luck to you."
And then, I heard a slow wheeze as the wind flew through my unresponsive wings, followed by a 'plunk' as I felt myself fall and hit the ground, or rather, pavement.
"Ouch!" I got up quickly and looked in front of me. I was looking straight at a high school. It was quite big, and everyone was in uniform, well, technically I was, too, but I doubted that the halo counted here.
It was at this point I realized that I was in the middle of a street, with a car desperately trying to come to a screeching halt at my presence. It was headed right at me! Darn it! I forgot to ask if I could die a second time!
And at that very moment, a tall, skinny boy with very long brown bangs jumped into the middle of the road and practically flung me over to the sidewalk and out of danger.
"Wow, thanks, man!" I looked admiringly at my green-eyed rescuer who just shrugged and muttered "baka" as he walked away.
Well, as you all probably know, I'm never one to take favors without some kind of repayment, and how could I possibly do anything to help this guy if he totally shrugged me off? So, I simply walked on after him.
The boy noticed me, glanced at my face, then my braid, and finally looked away without saying anything. I didn't want to seem rude by saying something like 'are you mute?' or 'where's your other eye?' so I tried to keep it simple and innocent.
"Hello." I smiled brightly.
"." He continued walking.
I walked alongside him. Ok, so he's not a conversationalist. I can deal.
"My name's Duo Maxwell. I'm new here. Can you show me to the main office?" The brunette continued staring straight ahead, but actually answered. It was without expression, but at least it was something.
The boy hesitated but then answered expressionlessly.
"My name's Trowa. The main office is right behind you." He picked up the pace, and I could take a hint, so I simply stopped and yelled after him.
"Thanks. See you around, Trowa!" I don't think he heard me. I headed into the office anyway.
It wasn't very big, but it was big enough to hold a computer desk with the principal on it, and a bench on the opposite side of the room on which sat an odd looking Asian with his arms crossed, spiteful eyes, and hair slathered in tons of gel only to be pulled into a very small ponytail that reached just past his shirt collar in the back.
The principal was still on the phone, so I decided to make some sort of friendly conversation with this guy. I sat down at the other end of the bench and crossed my arms behind my head in a relaxed position.
"Hello."
"Hello." The Chinese boy nodded in agreement, never lifting his eyes to meet mine.
"I'm new here, how about you? This school nice?"
"Nice enough to educate weaklings!" The Chinese boy looked at me and glared (as if he meant to direct that comment at me.but I was in no position to ask. It was obvious he needed a serious attitude adjustment).
"Oh really? Do you consider yourself in that category?"
"INJUSTICE!!!"
(Ok, he's scary. I admire that. Next question...)
"What's your name?"
"My name," he paused to stare into my eyes like I was evil or something, "is Wufei."
"I guess I'll see you around, Wu-Man." I said cheerfully as I got up, until I noticed that Wufei was giving me a death glare.
"NEVER call me Wu-man. My NAME is Wu-FEI." He tightened his glare. I didn't think he'd get so ticked.
"Sorry, Wu-FEI," I emphasized as I walked up to the principal, who had been off the phone for a while now.
"I'm a new student here, and I, um, was wondering if I could get a registration or something. My name is Duo, Duo Maxwell."
"Ah, yes," the principal put on her glasses and began searching on her desk for something, "We got a call in yesterday about your enrollment. We have your schedule ready for you today."
Wow. When Zechs plans things through, he really plans things through, I thought, once again remembering my soul purpose for being there...that guy, Quatre Winner.
"Here you are," the principal handed me my schedule. Great! First class is music. Hey, wait a minute. I didn't play an instrument, did I? Was this Zech's idea of a cruel joke, because it wasn't funny!