Year of the Panther
Chapter 4: Death to Death Talk
By Mongoose
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Warnings: Shounen ai, 1+2 (I'll notify ya'll of any others as they appear) .A.U.! Fairy tale, PG13, I guess. Swear words of every imaginable kind, violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boyz. I'm not making money off this. Nuf said. Any original characters are mine; don't use 'em without my permission!
C & C please! You can reach me at demonangel600@comcast.net
Notes: I was inspired by a movie I saw a long time ago…very sad...I don't know who it's by. It's called "Fluke"
IMPORTANT note! POVs will change a lot and will be signaled by […..] also, this is NOT a death fic. I know it looks like it but let me get the rest typed and you will see!
Now finally…the fic!
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[Duo]
The little girl, the gun shot, the flash of pain, the struggle for life…It all happened so quickly…
My body died from the head would fairly quickly, I think. But my soul wasn't goin' no where fast. No way. I remember being carried to the shore of the lake, but it's all really foggy and in quick flashes and frozen images and stuff, not something easily put into words. But what I do remember is my lovely little chat with Shinigami and myself. Yes, I know I claim to be the God of Death, but it's more of a partnership, really – I help him carry out deeds that require the use of a mortal vessel and in return I get special skills and powers. And luckily for many of those deeds including destroying OZ, which I already wanted to do, so it was a pretty good deal if you ask me. So I fought OZ with Death on my side…not that I wouldn't have fought anyway, mind you.
The point is that Death that death took my soul and himself and put us in an endless black space in which, he told me, time is suspended.
"So we could, like, talk for centuries and no time would pass in the real world right?" I asked him.
"Correct, but since I know you are capable of talking for centuries, let me get to the point," said death, a cloaked shadow against the black of the obis he's taken us to. "Duo, have helped me many times in the past, and now it would appear it is you who are in need…"
"Yeah, you can say that again…" I muttered under my breath.
"I can offer you another chance at life, if you desire it,"came the rich voice, surprisingly pleasant to listen to, considering it was Death who was talking.
"Really you can?!" I visibly brightened.
"Yes, but must be sure you truly want it, for the task you must perform to acquire life again is no easy one," Death warned.
"Well of course, I mean, maybe before I wouldn't have, but now…I have something to live for…"
"Heero?" he inquired.
"Well, yes, but how did you know -…"
"I know many things. Besides, you've exchanged so many of the favors I've owed you in return for his life, it would be a pity to leave your world and him behind.shall, I grant you this chance or not?" asked Death, a bit impatiently.
"Sheesh, yeah, sure. Go right a- wait, why are you doing this for me? You don't owe me anything. The powers you gave me more then paid for my 'services'," asked, suddenly suspicious. I mean, I could have been selling my soul for all I knew!
"Mahaha, it's as if you'll be selling you soul to me, Duo," Death said, with a deep, booming laugh.
"Then why?" I persisted.
"Because, well…I…you intrigue me, Maxwell. I like you," Death reluctantly admitted.
"So what?" I asked, perplexed. So the God of Death liked me. I suppose that was good, but why was he acting so uncomfortable?
"It's embarrassing. Gods aren't 'friends' with mortals. It's considered bellow us," he explained.
"Oh," I said, at a total lose for words. "Well, okay, thanks…I guess? In that case, yeah, that chance at life sounds real good right about now"
"So be it!" rumbled Shinigami. "You will return to your world in the form of the animal you are most akin to. To regain your true form [1] you must get the one you truly love to say 'I love you' and mean it to the beast you'll become, not the human you've been. If this does not occur in one year's time then you will spend eternity as a beast."
And with a little abrah kadabrah I was back on the lake shore, laying on my back. I thought I heard a fading voice say "and remember, your love will never know who you are, no matter what you do…"
My arms were still folded over my chest…wait! They weren't arms, but BIG furry paws.
I tried ot get up to discover my legs would not support my whole wait, and fell onto all fours.
Curious, as to just what this new body looked like, I crept down to the water's edge to find a big, black panther, with uncanny violet eyes that seemed to glow, staring back at me. It was my reflection!
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End
I typed this really fast so if you see mistakes please email me and tell me at demonangel600@aol.com
Chapter 4: Death to Death Talk
By Mongoose
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Warnings: Shounen ai, 1+2 (I'll notify ya'll of any others as they appear) .A.U.! Fairy tale, PG13, I guess. Swear words of every imaginable kind, violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boyz. I'm not making money off this. Nuf said. Any original characters are mine; don't use 'em without my permission!
C & C please! You can reach me at demonangel600@comcast.net
Notes: I was inspired by a movie I saw a long time ago…very sad...I don't know who it's by. It's called "Fluke"
IMPORTANT note! POVs will change a lot and will be signaled by […..] also, this is NOT a death fic. I know it looks like it but let me get the rest typed and you will see!
Now finally…the fic!
************************
[Duo]
The little girl, the gun shot, the flash of pain, the struggle for life…It all happened so quickly…
My body died from the head would fairly quickly, I think. But my soul wasn't goin' no where fast. No way. I remember being carried to the shore of the lake, but it's all really foggy and in quick flashes and frozen images and stuff, not something easily put into words. But what I do remember is my lovely little chat with Shinigami and myself. Yes, I know I claim to be the God of Death, but it's more of a partnership, really – I help him carry out deeds that require the use of a mortal vessel and in return I get special skills and powers. And luckily for many of those deeds including destroying OZ, which I already wanted to do, so it was a pretty good deal if you ask me. So I fought OZ with Death on my side…not that I wouldn't have fought anyway, mind you.
The point is that Death that death took my soul and himself and put us in an endless black space in which, he told me, time is suspended.
"So we could, like, talk for centuries and no time would pass in the real world right?" I asked him.
"Correct, but since I know you are capable of talking for centuries, let me get to the point," said death, a cloaked shadow against the black of the obis he's taken us to. "Duo, have helped me many times in the past, and now it would appear it is you who are in need…"
"Yeah, you can say that again…" I muttered under my breath.
"I can offer you another chance at life, if you desire it,"came the rich voice, surprisingly pleasant to listen to, considering it was Death who was talking.
"Really you can?!" I visibly brightened.
"Yes, but must be sure you truly want it, for the task you must perform to acquire life again is no easy one," Death warned.
"Well of course, I mean, maybe before I wouldn't have, but now…I have something to live for…"
"Heero?" he inquired.
"Well, yes, but how did you know -…"
"I know many things. Besides, you've exchanged so many of the favors I've owed you in return for his life, it would be a pity to leave your world and him behind.shall, I grant you this chance or not?" asked Death, a bit impatiently.
"Sheesh, yeah, sure. Go right a- wait, why are you doing this for me? You don't owe me anything. The powers you gave me more then paid for my 'services'," asked, suddenly suspicious. I mean, I could have been selling my soul for all I knew!
"Mahaha, it's as if you'll be selling you soul to me, Duo," Death said, with a deep, booming laugh.
"Then why?" I persisted.
"Because, well…I…you intrigue me, Maxwell. I like you," Death reluctantly admitted.
"So what?" I asked, perplexed. So the God of Death liked me. I suppose that was good, but why was he acting so uncomfortable?
"It's embarrassing. Gods aren't 'friends' with mortals. It's considered bellow us," he explained.
"Oh," I said, at a total lose for words. "Well, okay, thanks…I guess? In that case, yeah, that chance at life sounds real good right about now"
"So be it!" rumbled Shinigami. "You will return to your world in the form of the animal you are most akin to. To regain your true form [1] you must get the one you truly love to say 'I love you' and mean it to the beast you'll become, not the human you've been. If this does not occur in one year's time then you will spend eternity as a beast."
And with a little abrah kadabrah I was back on the lake shore, laying on my back. I thought I heard a fading voice say "and remember, your love will never know who you are, no matter what you do…"
My arms were still folded over my chest…wait! They weren't arms, but BIG furry paws.
I tried ot get up to discover my legs would not support my whole wait, and fell onto all fours.
Curious, as to just what this new body looked like, I crept down to the water's edge to find a big, black panther, with uncanny violet eyes that seemed to glow, staring back at me. It was my reflection!
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End
I typed this really fast so if you see mistakes please email me and tell me at demonangel600@aol.com