Disclamer – I don't own Gundam Wing. I don't own the small part of a song
I added in either. Too bad, I love that song. -_- Ah well, please
review! Remember, this is my first shonen ai story! Pwease be nice! BTW,
the verses between brackets are the parts of the song.
- Aquarius Nie -
Also remember to e-mail – ardism@rogers.com for any ideas or erroes (intention error) you find, or just if ya wanna talk! Now, on to the story!
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'Oh Trowa, I love you . . .' the whispered voice floated through the room, echoing eerily. The boy spoken of turned in his sleep. He was having a nightmare, one of the dreams he so frequently had replaying in his mind. A small drop of salty liquid escaped from the corner of his eye, his first tear that night.
'Trowa, I wish I could kiss all your fears away . . .' the whispery sound of the voice was barely heard above the sound of Trowa's light breath.
If you looked closely, you might see a vague shimmering form, sitting on the corner of the sleeping boy's bed. You could barely see any recognizable features, save a head of curly cherubic blond hair, and warm – but sad – blue eyes. If the light voice gave any indication to the gender of the being, then it would be safe to say that this was a asexual – it was neither male nor female.
It was a BPG – a bed post guardian. A BPG, is an angel who sits at one of the four corners of the bed, and watches over a child. This job is only given to the more advanced angels as the job is a lot harder than it looks. The angel must stay with the child all night, keeping their dreams peaceful with the pleasant thoughts of the angel. But there is a problem, that angel cannot love. If he or she falls in love with the child they watch, their thoughts are troubled, and that brings troubled dreams to their kids. Sadly enough for this little angel, it has already fallen pretty hard for the teenager known as Trowa.
The angel stood up, and the light cloak it wore brushed the bedcovers silently. It was time for this little being to go, before the dawn's light cast its spell, and turned the creature visable. There was nothing worse than being seen by the one you were guarding, they would usually be terrified. So this angel left the room, and floated gently upwards. By the time it had reached the gates of Heaven, its mind was made up. Passing through the gates, the blue eyed child floated over to where another angel called Wufei lived. Wufei had been the blond's friend since life, and nothing could ever separate them.
When the angel arrived, Wufei greeted his friend kindly. 'Quartre! How nice of you to come to visit . . . occasionaly. You spent all your free time watching Trowa!' Wufei accused him, and ruffled his dark red feathered wings slightly.
Quatre winced, and looked down at sandels. They were suddenly very intresting. Nice light brown colour, very comfortable, soft as a feather . . . Quatre looked up when Wufei called its name.
'Quatre, when are you EVER going to decide on what gender you want to be? It's always so hard referring to my friend as an 'it' I chose to be a boy a long time before you chose, hurry and make up your mind!'
'As a matter of fact,' Quatre responded, in the same light voice, 'I was about to go see if Duo could change me. Our God won't let me change at all, so the God of Hell must be able to do something.'
'Well, good luck.' Wufei stated gently, 'I do hope you have a nice new life! Oh, and tell Duo I'll be coming down soon – my wings are losing their red tan, and my skin is getting paler. And tell Heero that I'll be waiting for that fight anytime, I haven't used my katana since before I died!' Wufei smirked, and became lost in his own little world. Quatre left the boy to himself, and dropped down to Hell.
Quatre closed his eyes, and adjusted to the slighly warmer climate down here. When they opened again, Quatre was surprised to see Duo – less than a foot away from him face. His violet eyes shimmered with an unholy light, which made sense; he was the Devil after all.
'Hey Q-man!' bubbled the young teen enthusiasticly , 'Long time no see!' So, have you finally decided to become something – Trowa can't wait forever you know. Do you still want to become a boy?'
'I know I did but, can you change me into a girl? Please? Trowa likes girls not boys, right?' Quatre replied nervously.
'Maybe.' Said The God of Death cryptically. 'I won't say, you'll find out soon enough.'
Standing back, Duo unraveled his pointed tail from around his waist, and unfurled his black wings. Choosing one black feather among the rest, Duo pulled it out – grimacing slightly. Using one long fingernail, he also poked a small hole at the tip of his tail. He collected 3 drops of his blood of the tip of the feather, and wiped this across Quatre's forehead, leaving a bloody red streak. He then placed the feather behind the angel's right ear. Licking his lips, he started to sing in a beautifully calm voice,
//'Aoi sora ni wa aoi jiyuu ga aru shiroi kumo ni wa shiroi nozomi ga aru
In the blue sky, lies blue freedom. In the white clouds lies a white wish.'//
'Become what you wish to be, and your love will forever be free.'
'Goodbye Q-man. Don't worry,' he winked 'Trowa will love you as much as the rest of us do. Have a fun new life! Oh, and don't worry – I'll tell Heero about the duel. Bye!'
Duo's image became fuzzy, and Quatre closed his eyes. He could feel the demon blood seeping into his pores, changing him into a human – a female human. Right? Then, the world became blank.
Quatre woke up a few hours later, as a 15-year-old teen. He yawned and stretched, and accidentally brushed his hand against his chest. He felt smooth skin, and looked down. Something was wrong – he was supposed to have something on his chest, 2 somethings! Where were they??
'DUO!!!' He screamed.
TBC – How do you like it? Is it good? Please review! Sorry if the characters are out of it a little. Do you think I should continue? Oh, and the song in this story, the one Duo sings – I don't own that. -_-
- Aquarius Nie -
Also remember to e-mail – ardism@rogers.com for any ideas or erroes (intention error) you find, or just if ya wanna talk! Now, on to the story!
***
'Oh Trowa, I love you . . .' the whispered voice floated through the room, echoing eerily. The boy spoken of turned in his sleep. He was having a nightmare, one of the dreams he so frequently had replaying in his mind. A small drop of salty liquid escaped from the corner of his eye, his first tear that night.
'Trowa, I wish I could kiss all your fears away . . .' the whispery sound of the voice was barely heard above the sound of Trowa's light breath.
If you looked closely, you might see a vague shimmering form, sitting on the corner of the sleeping boy's bed. You could barely see any recognizable features, save a head of curly cherubic blond hair, and warm – but sad – blue eyes. If the light voice gave any indication to the gender of the being, then it would be safe to say that this was a asexual – it was neither male nor female.
It was a BPG – a bed post guardian. A BPG, is an angel who sits at one of the four corners of the bed, and watches over a child. This job is only given to the more advanced angels as the job is a lot harder than it looks. The angel must stay with the child all night, keeping their dreams peaceful with the pleasant thoughts of the angel. But there is a problem, that angel cannot love. If he or she falls in love with the child they watch, their thoughts are troubled, and that brings troubled dreams to their kids. Sadly enough for this little angel, it has already fallen pretty hard for the teenager known as Trowa.
The angel stood up, and the light cloak it wore brushed the bedcovers silently. It was time for this little being to go, before the dawn's light cast its spell, and turned the creature visable. There was nothing worse than being seen by the one you were guarding, they would usually be terrified. So this angel left the room, and floated gently upwards. By the time it had reached the gates of Heaven, its mind was made up. Passing through the gates, the blue eyed child floated over to where another angel called Wufei lived. Wufei had been the blond's friend since life, and nothing could ever separate them.
When the angel arrived, Wufei greeted his friend kindly. 'Quartre! How nice of you to come to visit . . . occasionaly. You spent all your free time watching Trowa!' Wufei accused him, and ruffled his dark red feathered wings slightly.
Quatre winced, and looked down at sandels. They were suddenly very intresting. Nice light brown colour, very comfortable, soft as a feather . . . Quatre looked up when Wufei called its name.
'Quatre, when are you EVER going to decide on what gender you want to be? It's always so hard referring to my friend as an 'it' I chose to be a boy a long time before you chose, hurry and make up your mind!'
'As a matter of fact,' Quatre responded, in the same light voice, 'I was about to go see if Duo could change me. Our God won't let me change at all, so the God of Hell must be able to do something.'
'Well, good luck.' Wufei stated gently, 'I do hope you have a nice new life! Oh, and tell Duo I'll be coming down soon – my wings are losing their red tan, and my skin is getting paler. And tell Heero that I'll be waiting for that fight anytime, I haven't used my katana since before I died!' Wufei smirked, and became lost in his own little world. Quatre left the boy to himself, and dropped down to Hell.
Quatre closed his eyes, and adjusted to the slighly warmer climate down here. When they opened again, Quatre was surprised to see Duo – less than a foot away from him face. His violet eyes shimmered with an unholy light, which made sense; he was the Devil after all.
'Hey Q-man!' bubbled the young teen enthusiasticly , 'Long time no see!' So, have you finally decided to become something – Trowa can't wait forever you know. Do you still want to become a boy?'
'I know I did but, can you change me into a girl? Please? Trowa likes girls not boys, right?' Quatre replied nervously.
'Maybe.' Said The God of Death cryptically. 'I won't say, you'll find out soon enough.'
Standing back, Duo unraveled his pointed tail from around his waist, and unfurled his black wings. Choosing one black feather among the rest, Duo pulled it out – grimacing slightly. Using one long fingernail, he also poked a small hole at the tip of his tail. He collected 3 drops of his blood of the tip of the feather, and wiped this across Quatre's forehead, leaving a bloody red streak. He then placed the feather behind the angel's right ear. Licking his lips, he started to sing in a beautifully calm voice,
//'Aoi sora ni wa aoi jiyuu ga aru shiroi kumo ni wa shiroi nozomi ga aru
In the blue sky, lies blue freedom. In the white clouds lies a white wish.'//
'Become what you wish to be, and your love will forever be free.'
'Goodbye Q-man. Don't worry,' he winked 'Trowa will love you as much as the rest of us do. Have a fun new life! Oh, and don't worry – I'll tell Heero about the duel. Bye!'
Duo's image became fuzzy, and Quatre closed his eyes. He could feel the demon blood seeping into his pores, changing him into a human – a female human. Right? Then, the world became blank.
Quatre woke up a few hours later, as a 15-year-old teen. He yawned and stretched, and accidentally brushed his hand against his chest. He felt smooth skin, and looked down. Something was wrong – he was supposed to have something on his chest, 2 somethings! Where were they??
'DUO!!!' He screamed.
TBC – How do you like it? Is it good? Please review! Sorry if the characters are out of it a little. Do you think I should continue? Oh, and the song in this story, the one Duo sings – I don't own that. -_-