Disclaimer-I don't own it so don't sue. How many times do I have to tell
you?
AN-sorry for Marik's appearance, but I needed another character. I'm tried not to throw any new ones in, but it's so hard! Oh, and to the reviewer who asked what type of species George was...I'm not totally sure. Some type of ancient elf...*shrugs* red eyes were just cool, and I love pointy ears. ^^;
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Chapter 30 (A nice round number to end on, ne? hopefully I'll actually finish it this time...But, on the up side, I actually have a plan in mind )
The End Before the Beginning
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Heero paced back and forth in the library, arms crossed over his chest. He had returned to his brown mage clothing, once again hiding his true powers. However, this was not on his mind at the moment. Heero was much more concerned with his current task of finding a way to the under realm of the God of Death. His research was getting him nowhere. Not once had he read of any passage to the realm of Shinigami, and he could sense that time was running out. Already a few days had passed, and he had no idea what Duo could be going through. His glare darkened as his thoughts turned back. He needed a way to go down...
Suddenly his eyes widened. The answer was as simple as that.
"What goes up must go down." He muttered to himself as he promptly sat back down at the table, slim hand already reaching for a well-used book. "Now how to get back up to heaven, preferably without dying..."
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Duo's eyes widened as he and the God of Death reached the end of the hallway and entered a large round cave. "Windows?" He gasped.
Shinigami nodded. "Windows into the future, past, and for you, present. They lead to everywhere in the world, any time I desire." He gestured around at the small dark shadowish minions skittering around the room. "They obey my commands and arrange these 'windows'...though the correct term is portal. You would do well to remember that."
"Of course" Duo replied, still gazing around in awe. "They go anywhere?"
Shinigami nodded. "Yes. And once you prove yourself to me, you will be permitted to have access to your full powers and each of these portals. You too, will obey my commands."
Duo gulped. He was getting the feeling that he was in way over his head...The dark holes that decorated the walls swirled with smoke and a mixture of black and violet light. Occasionally an image of the time and place it led to flashed through in a mixture of brighter light, but in general the room was dark and ominous. The circular room was bare, and an intricate design was carved into the floor. With purpose, Shinigami strode to the middle of the circular pattern, and Duo felt that he did not have the right to follow. The minions seemed to have a habit of walking around, never once stepping on any lines of the pattern. Shinigami himself even followed a path, feet never touching the carefully etched design.
"Your trial begins now." Shinigami stated, turning abruptly when he reached the centre. Transferring his scythe from his left hand to his right, he dropped the staff into a small hole in the ground. Duo gave a cry of surprise as the ground gave out beneath his feet...and he started to fall. He was falling, and he didn't know where he was going to land. Shinigami's laughter rang out through his mind, and Duo shut his mouth firmly. His eyes were wide with terror as he continued to descend...descend without knowing where the bottomless pit would end.
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As the blonde fire mage passed the library on his way to the courtyard, he gave a soft, saddened smile after noticing Heero. The blue eyed angel had fallen asleep at a table in the centre of the room, surrounded by various randomly scattered books. Heero had chosen to return to his animal mage identity...He wasn't one who liked to stand out in crowds.
Quatre walked on, not daring to bother his friend. He knew that Heero hadn't had much rest the past few days, and had barely eaten. Although the stoic angel had refused to talk about his adventures in the library, Quatre knew that he was doing something concerning Duo. The fact that Heero had refused help from any of his friends only served to prove the blonde's point. Heero obviously didn't want to get anyone else involved.
But Quatre was worried. He could feel the continuous rays of pain, anxiety, and fear coming from his chocolate-haired friend. Yes, a bit of rest would certainly do Heero Yuy some good.
However, Heero's short-lived sleep was not very relaxing. Dreams were haunting him, dreams of a continuous fall and a circular emblem.
He suddenly jolted awake as a hand was placed on his shoulder. Springing to his feet, he spun around to face whoever had intruded on him when he had let his guard down, and a small sphere of light had formed in his palm.
Trowa glanced warily at the light, speaking softly. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Heero." He said, his voice sounding strangely loud in the quiet library. "But I've received a visitor who might interest you. Would you care to join me in the throne room? He has asked to speak with you, in particular.
"Hn." Heero replied with a slight nod, still mildly annoyed that he had allowed himself to let his guard down and fall asleep. However, he was slightly curious as to who would have come to a destroyed city. Most travelers were wary of destruction in a superstitious manner.
Trowa led the way to the throne room, nodding as servants opened the large oak doors for his entrance.
The king headed up the singed red carpet and spun around, sitting royally in his throne. Heero stood beside him, one hand on the sword at his side. "Let in the visitor." Trowa commanded, and immediately the doors were opened once more, and a servant stepped in, bowing deeply.
"Your majesty," he started. "I am honored to introduce our highly commended visitor, Marik Ishtar"
Heero raised an interrogating eyebrow as the black-cloaked figure strode into the room. Blonde-white wisps of hair protruded from the raised hood, but his face was hidden. A single bladed scythe was held in one hand, and the black robes he wore swished around his feet. His footsteps were barely audible...and it occurred to Heero that this 'visitor' would have made a good assassin, dressed as he was.
Marik knelt at the foot of the throne, his hidden face bowed. "Your highness." He greeted. "It is an honor to finally meet you" he glanced up at Heero, purple eyes shining through the darkness. He noted the brown shirt and a smirk graced his hidden lips. "Although it is the mage at your side, Heero Yuy, whom I seek."
Trowa leaned forward in his throne, one elbow resting on an arm rest, the same hand cupping his cheek. "Show your face." He commanded.
Marik Ishtar obeyed, and raised his head, one slender hand removing the hood and revealing his features. Narrow eyes regarded the two above him calmly, the blonde-white hair falling around his semi-dark skin. Golden jewels hung from his ears and decorated his neck, and a creamy-white garment was visible beneath the black cape.
"Why do you come here?" Heero asked, wary of the scythe. He'd been doing enough reading about the underworld of Shinigami to know that this was one of his death angels. "Why do you seek me?"
"My master would ask of you to come with me to the under-realm. He is tired of watching you slowly work through days of seeking an answer when it was clearly beneath your nose the whole time. He grows impatient, and your presence is required."
Heero's breath caught in his throat, and before he could stop himself, the words escaped his lips, "I-Is Duo there?"
Marik's lips curved into a smirk of sorts. "Yes, the one you knew as Duo is there. He has almost completed the trials, but I will tell you more as we travel. Will you come with me quietly, or do I need to take you by force? You will come with me, Heero Yuy, whether it be peacefully or otherwise."
Heero's eyes narrowed. "Why would I let you force me to come with you?"
"You don't have a choice." The death-angel repeated firmly. "My master requires your presence for the trial. You will come with me now." He stood abruptly, scythe grasped firmly in his right hand.
Heero nodded. "Yes, I will accompany you, but for my own reasons. Understand that you are now my guide, and you will do as I say." He glared at Marik. "Lead me to your master and his realm, so that I may speak with him."
Marik smirked. "As you wish." He said, bowing slightly. His master would be most pleased. These events were occurring exactly as he had predicted.
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Duo had stopped breathing. The fear was overwhelming him, as he continued to fall downwards, engulfed in darkness. He was unable to think, to concentrate. His thoughts flew around him in a whirlwind of fear and frayed nerves. His angelic powers had left him, his wings would not come to his aid. His magic was gone, and with it had left his very soul.
Suddenly, he heard a cry of pain, and worry filled his violet gaze. His thoughts centered on the direction from where the cry had come.
His body twisted in the air, and he came to an abrupt halt, hovering, his head cocked to the side as he listened intently.
Silence engulfed him, the wind caused by his continuous descent no longer whistling in his ears.
The cry sounded again. Duo gave a quick nod. Black, leathery wings sprouted from his back, flapping once before powerfully cutting through the empty air in the direction of the cry.
Duo sped through the darkness, no longer his happy-go-lucky self. Blackened eyes saw blurred shapes as he expertly dodged obstacles, streaking through the pitch blackness that surrounded him. A scythe was in his hand, and long black robes trailed behind him as he swirled through the air.
His three foot long braid came loose, and chestnut strands danced in the wind as he dipped, turned and flew on. Seeing a small form to his right, he cut a 90 degree turn, and landed lightly on his feet beside the trembling child.
Crouching down, he placed a hand on the small human, eyes full of worry and concern. "Are you-" His sentence dropped off as he gasped in surprise.
Aqua-marine, tear filled eyes were looking up at him from beneath silky golden strands of hair. "Q-Quatre..." Duo gasped, and as quickly as they had come, wings, scythe, and robes disappeared.
The smaller form gave a quick nod, and a tear rolled down a pale, creamy cheek. "Yes and no." He said softly. "I am a part of Quatre's heart...a part that continuously weeps for lost friends. You, Duo Maxwell, are among them."
Duo's eyes widened. It was true. If he chose to undertake this role as a death angel, then he would leave everyone he had known behind. By the time he had finished his duties, centuries would have passed...Yes, Heero was immortal, but the others were not. Quatre, Trowa, Wufei, Nataku...he would never see them again.
Decision made, his lips formed a thin line. If he was given the choice, he would back out of this idea of 'angel of darkness'...but that wouldn't necessarily be possible. He had, after all, sacrificed himself to the God of Death.
How could he oppose such a power? His own magic had been taken away from him, and he had been rendered a mortal without a soul. What did he have that would be able to defeat Shinigami himself?
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and glanced towards Quatre...only to find that the blonde had disappeared. In his place stood none other than Heero Yuy...wings unfurled as blue eyes glared at him with an unmatchable intensity. "Baka." He muttered softly. "You got yourself into this mess..."
Duo's eyes widened. "H-Heero?" he gasped, blinking repeatedly. "How did you get here?"
"Long story." The angel replied. "Shinigami 'required my presence'."
Duo blinked again. "Shinigami? But..."
"No buts." Heero replied, holding up a hand to stop Duo. "I'm here. You're here. Shinigami and Marik are up there..." He gestured upwards with a nod of his head as he folded his arms across his chest. "I only came to get *you* out."
Duo raised an eyebrow. "Are you real?"
Heero smirked. "Do I look real?"
"Looks can be deceiving."
The blue eyed angel stepped forward, closing the distance between the braided one and himself. Reaching out a hand, he pulled Duo into a gentle embrace, deeply inhaling the scent of the violet eyed youth. "Real enough?" he asked softly, eyes closing as he buried his face in Duo's hair.
Duo gave a meek nod. "Yes...How are we supposed to get out, Heero?" he asked, his tone of voice betraying his fear.
"I have an idea." Heero supplied tensely. "But I'm not sure if it's going to work..."
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Above, Shinigami looked down on the scene from the centre of the circular pattern. He glared at one of the portals, whose black swirls were shifting to portray Duo's position in the trial. Turning to Marik, he stepped out of the centre and towards the edge of the circle. "Why did you not bring Heero to me?" He demanded icily.
Marik bowed deeply as his master recognized his presence. "He escaped." The death angel admitted. "His angelic powers overwhelmed me. I did not realize that he was an angel until it was too late, as he was dressed in the traditional animal mage clothing. I am sorry, master."
"Your apology is accepted." Shinigami replied. "But I hope you realize that had anyone else made that mistake, they wouldn't have lived to tell the tale. You are my right hand, Marik, and therefore you have certain ... advantages as such."
Marik nodded, inclining his head. "Understood, master. It will not happen again."
Shinigami gave a short nod, and then turned his attention to the portal that was showing Duo and Heero. His eyebrows came together in a frown.
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Quatre watched Trowa as the King addressed the crowds below. He could sense that the royal man was tense...he could see the frown that graced his lips.
The king stood tall, his shoulders squared as he gazed down from the balcony to the few remaining citizens that had survived the attack of the shadows. "People of King's County...I have an announcement to make. These lands no longer have safety...we will continue to live in fear if we stay. It would take years to rebuild the community itself, and months to reconstruct our homes. I am asking you now to gather whatever you can carry, whatever possessions you would need to start a new life. We will return to my old kingdom, where I assure you we will be safe."
The small crowd cheered for their king, knowing that they were trusting him with their lives. None of them liked the idea of staying in this city...superstitions were running high. They didn't like the idea of living in a town that had been burnt to ashes by shadows...
Quatre sighed tiredly. Yes, they had to leave...but he didn't understand why they couldn't wait for Heero and Duo to return...if they were to leave now, when the other two got back they wouldn't know where they would be. He gave a small smile as the king approached him, but Trowa's expression remained unreadable.
The blonde fire mage opened his mouth to speak, but the king held up a hand to stop him. "I know you want me to wait, Quatre, but it's just not possible. The people aren't willing to stay here. We need to move know."
Quatre gave an understanding sigh and nodded his head. "I know, Trowa, but I just wish that we could wait a few more days."
Wufei came up from behind the two, black rings around his eyes betraying his lack of sleep. Marian had not yet woken up, and Sally had said that the girl was in need of healing magic.
"Your highness, Quatre." The weather mage greeted the two with a small bow. "I have bad news, Trowa." He said. "Zahra hasn't yet been found."
Trowa sighed. "I hope she's all right. From what I've heard from Quatre, Aria managed to rid her heart of the evil of Trieze."
Wufei nodded. "Your search parties have been unable to find any trace of her. She's gone missing."
"Another reason why we should wait!" Quatre spoke up. "What if she's hurt?"
Trowa shook his head. "We cannot stay here, end of story. Wufei, put together another search party, and have them comb through the castle. You were with her when she was last seen, in the training rooms. Start there."
Wufei nodded. "Yes, sir." He replied before turning and heading back off into the castle.
Quatre turned to Trowa, his aquamarine eyes full of worry. "Couldn't we just..."
Trowa glared at the shorter of the two. "I said no." He said threateningly. "Do not speak of it again."
Quatre's eyes widened in surprise, and he gave a meek nod. "Yes, your highness." He spoke softly. Never had Trowa talked to him like that...not once. He'd never heard the king speak like that to anyone...
Trowa's glare softened at the look of fear on the mage's face. "I'm sorry, Quatre. But there's no way that we can stay here for more than one day." He turned to follow Wufei into the castle. "Hopefully we'll be able to find those three before their time runs out."
Quatre blinked back tears and turned to head for the stables. He would go out for a ride and come back with a clear mind...hopefully Trowa wouldn't change his plans and leave before *he* returned.
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Duo looked doubtful. Heero's plan sounded complicated...but it was the only one they had. Reaching a hand into his pouch of herbs, he pulled out some leaves and passed them to Heero, who sprinkled them on the ground. The short-haired angel then nodded and sat down, motioning for Duo to follow suit. He did so, crossing his legs as he positioned himself across from Heero, their knees brushing against each other. The braided one reached out his hands palms up, and Heero covered them with his own. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.
Searching with his mind, Heero reached upwards for the light. Upon arrival, gentle warmth surrounded the two, and their image formed upon the clouds in Heaven. Heero opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. It had worked. Now all they had to do was find Duo's soul...and that was up to the braided baka himself. Hopefully they could complete the task before Shinigami interrupted them.
Duo's eyes blinked open and he glanced around quickly. "So now we're in heaven?" He asked, eyes wide with wonder.
Heero paused before answering. "Yes, and no. I've transported an image of our true selves here...which is easier than actual teleportation. It would have been nearly impossible to get past Shinigami's barriers. As it is, we have a limited amount of time."
Duo nodded in understanding, removing his hands from beneath Heero's and getting to his feet. "What do we do now?"
Heero stood as well, watching Duo's reaction carefully. "We have to find your soul. I can't perform the transformation until you have it back."
Duo nodded, determination shining in his violet eyes. He would not give up without a fight. Shinigami would have to find another Death Angel.
"How do I find it?" Duo asked, turning to glance curiously at Heero.
The blue eyed angel regarded the braided one carefully. "You should be able to feel it." He said, folding his arms over his chest. "If you can't, then it's not here...it's quite possible that Shinigami kept it in his under- realm, but I doubt he would have done that. It's hard to contain a soul and it's not likely that he thought you'd be looking for it again."
Duo nodded, and closed his eyes, searching with his mind for his soul. It just had to be here...if not, then it was quite possible that he'd never find it. If Shinigami had kept his soul in the under-realm, it was probably under lock and key...he wouldn't be seeing it again.
However, he caught a flicker of hope to his right, and he called out silently to the flicker of magic that glistened in front of closed eyelids. Reaching out his hands, Duo summoned his soul towards him, and gave a sharp intake of breath as he felt something pass through him and into him; filling him with emotions and magic...he was whole again. He spread his wings with a sigh of relief, magical dust floating around him, his hair flying wildly in a sudden gust of wind. His cheeks glowed with newfound strength, and he grinned at Heero.
"Well?" the blue eyed angel asked with a smirk.
"Found it." Duo replied with a grin. "I can feel my magic again."
Heero gave a grunt of approval. "We'll have to head back. I can't perform the transformation here."
Duo nodded. "Alright, take us back then, Heero-kun"
Heero reached out a hand for Duo, who took it willingly. In the next instant the light faded and darkness surrounded them once more. Duo recoiled his wings with a sigh. "So how do we go about this transformation anyway?
The short haired angel ran a hand through tousled brown bangs. "It's a complicated process. In order for me to update your status of angel, I have to share my soul with you and you have to share yours with me. If Shinigami finds out what we're doing, he'll find it only too easy to stop us."
"We have to share our souls?" Duo asked, eyes wide with disbelief. "How on Earth do we do that?"
"That's the thing." Heero replied. "It's not on Earth. Nor is it in Heaven or down here in the under-realm. We'll need to jump into a separate dimension altogether, and there it will be possible to share them." He paused, and then reached out a hand. "Let's go back, you'll understand if I show you."
Duo nodded, and took Heero's outstretched hand, linking his fingers with those of the blue eyed angel. He gave a short grin before the darkness surrounding them transformed into a dark blue of shifting shades. As he glanced towards Heero, he noted that his companion was breathing heavily, and had dropped down to one knee.
"You all right?" He asked, crouching beside his friend. A worried look filled his violet gaze.
Heero gave a short nod, fighting to gain control of his exhaustion. "Dimension slipping drains my energy." He explained in a monotone. "I will recover shortly."
Duo nodded. He sat back on his heels and waited for Heero to speak again. It was most likely that they had a limited time allotment here too...and there was always the danger of Shinigami finding out what they were up to. Heero had explained to him that if he was removed from the room where Duo had been performing his trial, then it was possible that they would both be lost in this separate dimension forever. He bit his bottom lip nervously. This just had to work...sure it was risky, but that didn't mean they couldn't try. If he didn't become an angel like Heero, then he wouldn't be able to return to the mortal world.
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In Shinigami's realm, the God of Death was fuming. The intruder had managed to form some sort of force-field around himself and the Maxwell captive, it appeared that the angel had stronger powers than the God had anticipated. With a growl, he continued pacing the room of portals, his anger quickly growing. He needed to get that angel out of there...he had already helped Duo to get back his soul...this was an outrage! Turning swiftly on his heel, he headed down the hall to throw together a spell that would remove Heero Yuy from his realm. The blue-eyed angel would *not* be allowed to ruin his plans for the Maxwell boy. Duo would become an Angel of Death...no matter what the consequences.
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Quatre returned from his ride a few hours later to find that most of the peasants of Trowa's kingdom had already gathered in the courtyard. Handing his horse off to one of the stable boys, he headed for the castle to confront the king. He would not leave without Duo, Zahra and Heero...even if that meant staying behind himself.
He reached the throne room to find Trowa on his throne, crown in hand. Servants were bustling around the room busily, and he was watching them carefully. He looked up as the blonde entered the room, and a slight frown marred his expression. "Quatre." He greeted.
The fire mage bowed, greeting the king with respect. "Your majesty..." He started. "I regret to inform you that I will not be leaving the castle without the three missing persons."
Trowa sighed softly, standing and handing the crown off to one of the servants, who took it carefully in his hands and placed it in the glass case for safe keeping. "Quatre, I do hope you will reconsider. You cannot stay here alone, it is much too dangerous."
Quatre righted himself, squaring his shoulders as he glared defiantly at the king. "I am quite capable of taking care of myself." He informed Trowa. "I do not need your protection."
Trowa opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off as another servant entered the room at a run, breathlessly summoning the king. "Your highness!" He exclaimed, kneeling in front of the throne. "Chang Wufei has sent me to fetch you, your majesty" He explained quickly. "Zahra has been found."
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After a few minutes of silence, Heero finally managed to regain control of his breathing. Standing swiftly, he held out a hand to help Duo to his feet. The braided angel took it willingly, flashing a grin at his short haired friend. "So how does this work, anyway?"
"It's similar to the time I shared my powers with you in the dungeons." Heero explained, referring to the time Duo had been searching for the spells imbedded in the walls of Trowa's castle. "I'll enter your mind, and it will be possible for me to share our powers."
Duo gave a nod of understanding. "Skin contact?" he asked hesitantly.
Heero have a short nod. "Hn."
Duo blushed ever so slightly as he pulled at the hem of his shirt before lifting it over his head, only to have it tangle in his braid. He froze as he felt Heero's gentle hands helping him to remove the garment, and as soon as he was free he shot a sheepish grin at his friend. "Thanks" He said, his voice soft.
Heero 'hned', quickly removing his own blue top before pulling the braided baka to lean against his chest.
Duo stumbled slightly, his clumsiness awkwardly causing him to lurch into Heero's arms. The blue eyed angel caught him easily, giving a sharp intake of breath as he felt Duo's warm skin press against his own. Holding the braided one against him, he raised a hand to lift Duo's chin in order to look into the violet eyes. "You ok?" He asked softly.
Duo gave a meek nod, breathless at the proximity that they shared. "Yeah..."
Heero grunted "Try to hold still." He murmured quietly before his eyes clouded over, and Duo felt another being in his mind. His muscles tensed as he attempted to keep from moving, and his eyes slid closed as he tried to discern what Heero was doing in his mind.
Heero shifted through the memories and thoughts, heading for the centre of Duo's being. His mind powers worked carefully towards their goal, careful not to disturb anything else in the braided angel's mind. As he got steadily closer to the centre, a purple glow surrounded his vision, and then everything went white.
Heero stopped in the blinding light. He'd made it to the centre. Whispering a few words, he pulled Duo closer to him, and their eyes met before he turned his gaze away, burying his face in the chestnut hair. Duo leaned in against the warmth of Heero's chest, slipping his arms around a strong waist and pressing his cheek against a tanned shoulder.
He gave an involuntary shudder as he felt Heero's strength ripple through the core of his soul, and his eyes drifted closed once more. He gave a sigh of comfort as strong arms tightened their grasp ever so slightly and he felt his powers expanding, growing, and filling his very existence.
Heero continued the transformation slowly, gently easing his powers to mingle with those of the angel sharing his embrace. The intimate moment expanded, and Heero took a deep breath, urging himself to go on.
Duo gave a shaky breath as he felt raw power coursing through his veins. He was much stronger now than he had been before, even though he could sense that the transformation was not yet complete. This magic even outranked the power he had felt during his brief time as a dark angel...
The braided baka moved his fingers to gently caress the skin of Heero's back, working along his spine. He smiled softly as Heero's muscles twitched under his feather-light touches, and he turned his head to nuzzle against Heero's neck. He gave a sigh of pleasure as the bond was completed and the short haired angel slowly withdrew from his mind.
"Duo?" Heero asked softly, running his hands up the violet eyed boy's sides. Duo shivered at the touch, pulling away to look Heero in the eye.
The shore haired angel gasped...Duo's eyes had turned a lovely shade of cobalt blue, a shade that hinted a deep purple. His own Prussian softened as the angel in his arms gave him a smile. "Yeah?" He replied.
Heero smirked. "How are you feeling?" he asked as he brushed stray bangs from Duo's face, only to have them fall back into place.
"Great." Duo replied with a grin. "Different, but a good different. My magic feels like it's evolved, somehow."
Heero nodded. They settled into a comfortable silence as Duo stepped forward to lean against the strong chest once more.
A few moments later, Heero sighed softly. As much as he hated to break this moment of peace, they needed to get back. He gently pulled away from Duo, brushing the backs of his fingers against a creamy cheek with a small smile before he turned away. "we should get going." He said as he reached down and retrieved his shirt and Duo's, handing the violet to the now blue eyed angel.
Duo nodded, and reached out for his shirt. The moment he slipped it over its head, the same blue of his eyes spread over the garment, and he looked down in amazement. "Not bad." He commented.
Heero smirked as he held out his hand for Duo to take. The braided angel grinned and accepted the offer, twining his fingers with Heero's. "Let's get going, shall we?" he asked.
Heero nodded, closed his eyes, and Duo watched as their deep blue surroundings darkened into black and he found himself once again where he had met the mourning Quatre.
"So how do we get out of here?" He asked Heero once the Prussian blue eyes had opened once more.
"Simple," came the reply. "We are now stronger than Shinigami's magic, even in his realm. We simply fly up."
Duo grinned and spread his now blue tinged wings. "Then let's get going, shall we? I'm not sure I can stand this darkness much longer."
Heero nodded, never once releasing Duo's hand as he spread his own wings. The two shared a tender look before they lifted off the ground, swirling upwards towards a dull red glow.
*~*
Trowa and Quatre followed the servant down the winding stairs towards the training room at a quick pace, both of their expressions grim. They found Wufei at the bottom of the stairs, face set in a deep frown. "We could really use Duo's healing powers." He muttered softly as he waved the servant off to fetch more water. "Follow me, she's in here." He motioned that they follow him, and the two obeyed.
They entered the throne room to find that Zahra had been lain out on some blankets, and Wufei knelt beside her, brushing back her bangs from her sweaty forehead. She moaned softly, eyes shifting behind closed eyelids.
The servant re-entered the room with a bowl of water and a cloth and the weather mage took it from him, dipping the cloth in the water before folding it carefully and placing it on Zahra's forehead. Nataku sat beside him with a worried 'croik', Quatre's fire dragon not far off.
The blonde fire mage crouched beside Wufei, his eyes betraying his worry. "Will she be okay?" He asked softly, reaching out to take Zahra's hand in his.
Wufei sighed. "I don't know. What she needs is a healer. Sally Po has tried everything she knows, but has been unable to help her."
"Where is Sally now?" Trowa asked, standing off to the side as he watched various servants bustle about the room.
"She's gone down to the village." Wufei replied. "One of the people came and took her away, apparently one of the children has fallen ill."
Trowa gave a short nod, turning his emerald green gaze on Zahra. "We're leaving in the morning. There will be a healer across the mountains, and I should expect that it will take us a week to arrive, maybe a day or so more. Can she hold out that long?"
Wufei frowned slightly. "It's not likely, but it seems to be our only choice." He replied after a few moment's hesitation. "I will do everything in my power to make sure that she lasts as long as is possible, but I can't promise anything. Meiran hasn't woken up yet, either."
Trowa gave a short nod before turning and heading out of the room. There wasn't anything he could do...and he had preparations to make for their approaching departure.
Quatre sighed as he watched the king leave the room. "I wish we could wait for Heero and Duo to return." He said softly before he turned his gaze back to the unconscious Zahra.
Wufei glanced at the fire mage. "There's no saying that they will come back, Quatre. They have entered Shinigami's realm, from what I understand...not one person has been able to overcome the God of Death and escape from his grasp."
Quatre's eyes glinted with belief and determination. "I know that they'll be able to escape." He said, his voice strong. "They aren't ordinary people, Wufei, they're angels. And if we can't believe in angels, what can we believe in?"
*~*
Shinigami gave a cry of fury as he saw the two angels swirling upwards, breaking through every single barrier he had installed. His most powerful spells were being blasted away by these two angels...and he was not happy. He let out another cry as they reached him in a whirl of feathers and wind, landing lightly at his side. Duo stepped forward, wings twitching ever so slightly in his nervousness.
"You will let me escape." He said with conviction, pointing a finger at the God of Death. "And Heero is coming with me."
He made move to pass Shinigami on his way towards the exit, but the God of Death stepped into his path. "You cannot defy me. No one has ever escaped from my hold. You will be no different."
Duo's eyes narrowed. " The heavens are with me. You have no power against the will of God."
With those words, he pushed past Shinigami, cobalt blue eyes glinting powerfully before he turned and strode down the hall, Heero hot on his heels.
The God of Death's jaw dropped as he watched them simply walk down the hall and turn towards the spiral staircase that leaded towards Earth. He watched dumbfounded as they pushed through the spirits making their way down into his realm, and he watched as their white glow disappeared from his view as they continued their ascent.
He blinked once, twice, and then his eyes widened even further as he saw another of his captives making their way upwards...Anger filled him as he realized that the angel had freed one of his captives....and he let out a cry of hatred as he realized there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. As the God of Death, he had no powers that could oppose a blue eyed angel...to take on two of them would be sheer stupidity.
*~*
Duo grinned as he saw Vinny working his way upwards, and caught Heero's hand in his, pulling the other angel to a stop. "Wait, Heero." He said softly, glancing downwards to see his cell-mate rushing to catch up with them.
Vinny finally reached them, throwing his arms around Duo in a crushing hug, his eyes brimming over with tears. "Kid, ya gone and done it...I never woulda thought you'd a had the power, but ya did. Yer a true angel, boy, an' I owe you my life."
Duo grinned and returned the embrace, before pulling away. "Will you come with us?" He asked his friend, already knowing the answer.
"Nah, I'm honored you would ask, kid, but I'm gonna head back to me loved ones. See if they remember old Vinny."
Duo nodded. "Well, let's get going then." He said, glancing upwards before he grinned at Heero. "I'm tired of all this darkness."
*~*
Quatre sighed as he watched the sun rise from where he was mounted on his horse beside the king and Wufei. Zahra and Meiran weren't far behind them, both in a horse drawn carriage with Sally Po and a few servants.
The king glanced at his fire mage, knowing that the blonde was upset, and upset himself because he knew that there was nothing he could do. They needed a healer desperately, and the whole village (assembled behind him) was expecting him to lead them to safety. No, they could not prolong their leave.
However, he glanced once more at the castle and was surprised to see a light shining from the very top of the roof. Narrowing his eyes, he wondered what on earth could be making that light...the sun was rising behind him, barely over the horizon and could not possible be creating this pale blue glow that was steadily growing.
"Wufei, Quatre." He said softly, not wanting to alarm the villagers. "What's that?" He asked, discreetly gesturing upwards.
Quatre's eyes widened when they first saw the light, and he quickly dismounted from his horse as he heard a slight gasp escape from Wufei. Whistling lowly, he grinned as his dragon landed beside him. With a wave of his hand and a few muttered words, all of the villagers backed away from the fire mage as his dragon (in a puff of smoke, a large flame, and a few sparks) grew to be five feet long.
Hopping onto the flaming creature's back, he whistled again and the beast's wings flapped once, twice, before they managed to lift the two off of the ground. It swirled upwards, leaving behind a trail of smoke before it landed heavily on the roof.
Trowa watched the proceedings with interest, glancing curiously at Wufei, who had sent Nataku up after the blonde.
"Croik!!!" Came the cry from the rooftop and Duo's magical laughter filled the air.
Destiny had brought him thus far. He was not meant to be a slave and servant of the dark God of the under realm...no, he loved the light and he loved his friends. The villager's eyes widened and a cheer erupted from the crowds as two sets of feathery wings took to the skies. There was still hope...there was always hope...as long as you had something to believe in.
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THE END
(finally)
Well, I do hope you all enjoyed it...I know I had fun writing it. This chapter is the longest one yet...17 pages on Word. I could've easily broken it into two parts, but I had promised that this would be the last one, so here it is. Finished. *gives a cry of joy*
Please note: this fic will be rewritten!! I've realized that there are a couple of plot holes...so I plan on major editing for it, as soon as I find time. So keep an eye out for improvements!!
Let me know what you thought of it! It's been about a year and a half since I started this fic, and now, 30 chapters and a whole bunch of words later it's finally finished. What did you think?
Anyway, happy reading and writing everyone, and enjoy the summer!
~ Duo's Only Chick
AN-sorry for Marik's appearance, but I needed another character. I'm tried not to throw any new ones in, but it's so hard! Oh, and to the reviewer who asked what type of species George was...I'm not totally sure. Some type of ancient elf...*shrugs* red eyes were just cool, and I love pointy ears. ^^;
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Chapter 30 (A nice round number to end on, ne? hopefully I'll actually finish it this time...But, on the up side, I actually have a plan in mind )
The End Before the Beginning
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Heero paced back and forth in the library, arms crossed over his chest. He had returned to his brown mage clothing, once again hiding his true powers. However, this was not on his mind at the moment. Heero was much more concerned with his current task of finding a way to the under realm of the God of Death. His research was getting him nowhere. Not once had he read of any passage to the realm of Shinigami, and he could sense that time was running out. Already a few days had passed, and he had no idea what Duo could be going through. His glare darkened as his thoughts turned back. He needed a way to go down...
Suddenly his eyes widened. The answer was as simple as that.
"What goes up must go down." He muttered to himself as he promptly sat back down at the table, slim hand already reaching for a well-used book. "Now how to get back up to heaven, preferably without dying..."
*~*
Duo's eyes widened as he and the God of Death reached the end of the hallway and entered a large round cave. "Windows?" He gasped.
Shinigami nodded. "Windows into the future, past, and for you, present. They lead to everywhere in the world, any time I desire." He gestured around at the small dark shadowish minions skittering around the room. "They obey my commands and arrange these 'windows'...though the correct term is portal. You would do well to remember that."
"Of course" Duo replied, still gazing around in awe. "They go anywhere?"
Shinigami nodded. "Yes. And once you prove yourself to me, you will be permitted to have access to your full powers and each of these portals. You too, will obey my commands."
Duo gulped. He was getting the feeling that he was in way over his head...The dark holes that decorated the walls swirled with smoke and a mixture of black and violet light. Occasionally an image of the time and place it led to flashed through in a mixture of brighter light, but in general the room was dark and ominous. The circular room was bare, and an intricate design was carved into the floor. With purpose, Shinigami strode to the middle of the circular pattern, and Duo felt that he did not have the right to follow. The minions seemed to have a habit of walking around, never once stepping on any lines of the pattern. Shinigami himself even followed a path, feet never touching the carefully etched design.
"Your trial begins now." Shinigami stated, turning abruptly when he reached the centre. Transferring his scythe from his left hand to his right, he dropped the staff into a small hole in the ground. Duo gave a cry of surprise as the ground gave out beneath his feet...and he started to fall. He was falling, and he didn't know where he was going to land. Shinigami's laughter rang out through his mind, and Duo shut his mouth firmly. His eyes were wide with terror as he continued to descend...descend without knowing where the bottomless pit would end.
*~*
As the blonde fire mage passed the library on his way to the courtyard, he gave a soft, saddened smile after noticing Heero. The blue eyed angel had fallen asleep at a table in the centre of the room, surrounded by various randomly scattered books. Heero had chosen to return to his animal mage identity...He wasn't one who liked to stand out in crowds.
Quatre walked on, not daring to bother his friend. He knew that Heero hadn't had much rest the past few days, and had barely eaten. Although the stoic angel had refused to talk about his adventures in the library, Quatre knew that he was doing something concerning Duo. The fact that Heero had refused help from any of his friends only served to prove the blonde's point. Heero obviously didn't want to get anyone else involved.
But Quatre was worried. He could feel the continuous rays of pain, anxiety, and fear coming from his chocolate-haired friend. Yes, a bit of rest would certainly do Heero Yuy some good.
However, Heero's short-lived sleep was not very relaxing. Dreams were haunting him, dreams of a continuous fall and a circular emblem.
He suddenly jolted awake as a hand was placed on his shoulder. Springing to his feet, he spun around to face whoever had intruded on him when he had let his guard down, and a small sphere of light had formed in his palm.
Trowa glanced warily at the light, speaking softly. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Heero." He said, his voice sounding strangely loud in the quiet library. "But I've received a visitor who might interest you. Would you care to join me in the throne room? He has asked to speak with you, in particular.
"Hn." Heero replied with a slight nod, still mildly annoyed that he had allowed himself to let his guard down and fall asleep. However, he was slightly curious as to who would have come to a destroyed city. Most travelers were wary of destruction in a superstitious manner.
Trowa led the way to the throne room, nodding as servants opened the large oak doors for his entrance.
The king headed up the singed red carpet and spun around, sitting royally in his throne. Heero stood beside him, one hand on the sword at his side. "Let in the visitor." Trowa commanded, and immediately the doors were opened once more, and a servant stepped in, bowing deeply.
"Your majesty," he started. "I am honored to introduce our highly commended visitor, Marik Ishtar"
Heero raised an interrogating eyebrow as the black-cloaked figure strode into the room. Blonde-white wisps of hair protruded from the raised hood, but his face was hidden. A single bladed scythe was held in one hand, and the black robes he wore swished around his feet. His footsteps were barely audible...and it occurred to Heero that this 'visitor' would have made a good assassin, dressed as he was.
Marik knelt at the foot of the throne, his hidden face bowed. "Your highness." He greeted. "It is an honor to finally meet you" he glanced up at Heero, purple eyes shining through the darkness. He noted the brown shirt and a smirk graced his hidden lips. "Although it is the mage at your side, Heero Yuy, whom I seek."
Trowa leaned forward in his throne, one elbow resting on an arm rest, the same hand cupping his cheek. "Show your face." He commanded.
Marik Ishtar obeyed, and raised his head, one slender hand removing the hood and revealing his features. Narrow eyes regarded the two above him calmly, the blonde-white hair falling around his semi-dark skin. Golden jewels hung from his ears and decorated his neck, and a creamy-white garment was visible beneath the black cape.
"Why do you come here?" Heero asked, wary of the scythe. He'd been doing enough reading about the underworld of Shinigami to know that this was one of his death angels. "Why do you seek me?"
"My master would ask of you to come with me to the under-realm. He is tired of watching you slowly work through days of seeking an answer when it was clearly beneath your nose the whole time. He grows impatient, and your presence is required."
Heero's breath caught in his throat, and before he could stop himself, the words escaped his lips, "I-Is Duo there?"
Marik's lips curved into a smirk of sorts. "Yes, the one you knew as Duo is there. He has almost completed the trials, but I will tell you more as we travel. Will you come with me quietly, or do I need to take you by force? You will come with me, Heero Yuy, whether it be peacefully or otherwise."
Heero's eyes narrowed. "Why would I let you force me to come with you?"
"You don't have a choice." The death-angel repeated firmly. "My master requires your presence for the trial. You will come with me now." He stood abruptly, scythe grasped firmly in his right hand.
Heero nodded. "Yes, I will accompany you, but for my own reasons. Understand that you are now my guide, and you will do as I say." He glared at Marik. "Lead me to your master and his realm, so that I may speak with him."
Marik smirked. "As you wish." He said, bowing slightly. His master would be most pleased. These events were occurring exactly as he had predicted.
*~*
Duo had stopped breathing. The fear was overwhelming him, as he continued to fall downwards, engulfed in darkness. He was unable to think, to concentrate. His thoughts flew around him in a whirlwind of fear and frayed nerves. His angelic powers had left him, his wings would not come to his aid. His magic was gone, and with it had left his very soul.
Suddenly, he heard a cry of pain, and worry filled his violet gaze. His thoughts centered on the direction from where the cry had come.
His body twisted in the air, and he came to an abrupt halt, hovering, his head cocked to the side as he listened intently.
Silence engulfed him, the wind caused by his continuous descent no longer whistling in his ears.
The cry sounded again. Duo gave a quick nod. Black, leathery wings sprouted from his back, flapping once before powerfully cutting through the empty air in the direction of the cry.
Duo sped through the darkness, no longer his happy-go-lucky self. Blackened eyes saw blurred shapes as he expertly dodged obstacles, streaking through the pitch blackness that surrounded him. A scythe was in his hand, and long black robes trailed behind him as he swirled through the air.
His three foot long braid came loose, and chestnut strands danced in the wind as he dipped, turned and flew on. Seeing a small form to his right, he cut a 90 degree turn, and landed lightly on his feet beside the trembling child.
Crouching down, he placed a hand on the small human, eyes full of worry and concern. "Are you-" His sentence dropped off as he gasped in surprise.
Aqua-marine, tear filled eyes were looking up at him from beneath silky golden strands of hair. "Q-Quatre..." Duo gasped, and as quickly as they had come, wings, scythe, and robes disappeared.
The smaller form gave a quick nod, and a tear rolled down a pale, creamy cheek. "Yes and no." He said softly. "I am a part of Quatre's heart...a part that continuously weeps for lost friends. You, Duo Maxwell, are among them."
Duo's eyes widened. It was true. If he chose to undertake this role as a death angel, then he would leave everyone he had known behind. By the time he had finished his duties, centuries would have passed...Yes, Heero was immortal, but the others were not. Quatre, Trowa, Wufei, Nataku...he would never see them again.
Decision made, his lips formed a thin line. If he was given the choice, he would back out of this idea of 'angel of darkness'...but that wouldn't necessarily be possible. He had, after all, sacrificed himself to the God of Death.
How could he oppose such a power? His own magic had been taken away from him, and he had been rendered a mortal without a soul. What did he have that would be able to defeat Shinigami himself?
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and glanced towards Quatre...only to find that the blonde had disappeared. In his place stood none other than Heero Yuy...wings unfurled as blue eyes glared at him with an unmatchable intensity. "Baka." He muttered softly. "You got yourself into this mess..."
Duo's eyes widened. "H-Heero?" he gasped, blinking repeatedly. "How did you get here?"
"Long story." The angel replied. "Shinigami 'required my presence'."
Duo blinked again. "Shinigami? But..."
"No buts." Heero replied, holding up a hand to stop Duo. "I'm here. You're here. Shinigami and Marik are up there..." He gestured upwards with a nod of his head as he folded his arms across his chest. "I only came to get *you* out."
Duo raised an eyebrow. "Are you real?"
Heero smirked. "Do I look real?"
"Looks can be deceiving."
The blue eyed angel stepped forward, closing the distance between the braided one and himself. Reaching out a hand, he pulled Duo into a gentle embrace, deeply inhaling the scent of the violet eyed youth. "Real enough?" he asked softly, eyes closing as he buried his face in Duo's hair.
Duo gave a meek nod. "Yes...How are we supposed to get out, Heero?" he asked, his tone of voice betraying his fear.
"I have an idea." Heero supplied tensely. "But I'm not sure if it's going to work..."
*~*
Above, Shinigami looked down on the scene from the centre of the circular pattern. He glared at one of the portals, whose black swirls were shifting to portray Duo's position in the trial. Turning to Marik, he stepped out of the centre and towards the edge of the circle. "Why did you not bring Heero to me?" He demanded icily.
Marik bowed deeply as his master recognized his presence. "He escaped." The death angel admitted. "His angelic powers overwhelmed me. I did not realize that he was an angel until it was too late, as he was dressed in the traditional animal mage clothing. I am sorry, master."
"Your apology is accepted." Shinigami replied. "But I hope you realize that had anyone else made that mistake, they wouldn't have lived to tell the tale. You are my right hand, Marik, and therefore you have certain ... advantages as such."
Marik nodded, inclining his head. "Understood, master. It will not happen again."
Shinigami gave a short nod, and then turned his attention to the portal that was showing Duo and Heero. His eyebrows came together in a frown.
*~*
Quatre watched Trowa as the King addressed the crowds below. He could sense that the royal man was tense...he could see the frown that graced his lips.
The king stood tall, his shoulders squared as he gazed down from the balcony to the few remaining citizens that had survived the attack of the shadows. "People of King's County...I have an announcement to make. These lands no longer have safety...we will continue to live in fear if we stay. It would take years to rebuild the community itself, and months to reconstruct our homes. I am asking you now to gather whatever you can carry, whatever possessions you would need to start a new life. We will return to my old kingdom, where I assure you we will be safe."
The small crowd cheered for their king, knowing that they were trusting him with their lives. None of them liked the idea of staying in this city...superstitions were running high. They didn't like the idea of living in a town that had been burnt to ashes by shadows...
Quatre sighed tiredly. Yes, they had to leave...but he didn't understand why they couldn't wait for Heero and Duo to return...if they were to leave now, when the other two got back they wouldn't know where they would be. He gave a small smile as the king approached him, but Trowa's expression remained unreadable.
The blonde fire mage opened his mouth to speak, but the king held up a hand to stop him. "I know you want me to wait, Quatre, but it's just not possible. The people aren't willing to stay here. We need to move know."
Quatre gave an understanding sigh and nodded his head. "I know, Trowa, but I just wish that we could wait a few more days."
Wufei came up from behind the two, black rings around his eyes betraying his lack of sleep. Marian had not yet woken up, and Sally had said that the girl was in need of healing magic.
"Your highness, Quatre." The weather mage greeted the two with a small bow. "I have bad news, Trowa." He said. "Zahra hasn't yet been found."
Trowa sighed. "I hope she's all right. From what I've heard from Quatre, Aria managed to rid her heart of the evil of Trieze."
Wufei nodded. "Your search parties have been unable to find any trace of her. She's gone missing."
"Another reason why we should wait!" Quatre spoke up. "What if she's hurt?"
Trowa shook his head. "We cannot stay here, end of story. Wufei, put together another search party, and have them comb through the castle. You were with her when she was last seen, in the training rooms. Start there."
Wufei nodded. "Yes, sir." He replied before turning and heading back off into the castle.
Quatre turned to Trowa, his aquamarine eyes full of worry. "Couldn't we just..."
Trowa glared at the shorter of the two. "I said no." He said threateningly. "Do not speak of it again."
Quatre's eyes widened in surprise, and he gave a meek nod. "Yes, your highness." He spoke softly. Never had Trowa talked to him like that...not once. He'd never heard the king speak like that to anyone...
Trowa's glare softened at the look of fear on the mage's face. "I'm sorry, Quatre. But there's no way that we can stay here for more than one day." He turned to follow Wufei into the castle. "Hopefully we'll be able to find those three before their time runs out."
Quatre blinked back tears and turned to head for the stables. He would go out for a ride and come back with a clear mind...hopefully Trowa wouldn't change his plans and leave before *he* returned.
*~*
Duo looked doubtful. Heero's plan sounded complicated...but it was the only one they had. Reaching a hand into his pouch of herbs, he pulled out some leaves and passed them to Heero, who sprinkled them on the ground. The short-haired angel then nodded and sat down, motioning for Duo to follow suit. He did so, crossing his legs as he positioned himself across from Heero, their knees brushing against each other. The braided one reached out his hands palms up, and Heero covered them with his own. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.
Searching with his mind, Heero reached upwards for the light. Upon arrival, gentle warmth surrounded the two, and their image formed upon the clouds in Heaven. Heero opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. It had worked. Now all they had to do was find Duo's soul...and that was up to the braided baka himself. Hopefully they could complete the task before Shinigami interrupted them.
Duo's eyes blinked open and he glanced around quickly. "So now we're in heaven?" He asked, eyes wide with wonder.
Heero paused before answering. "Yes, and no. I've transported an image of our true selves here...which is easier than actual teleportation. It would have been nearly impossible to get past Shinigami's barriers. As it is, we have a limited amount of time."
Duo nodded in understanding, removing his hands from beneath Heero's and getting to his feet. "What do we do now?"
Heero stood as well, watching Duo's reaction carefully. "We have to find your soul. I can't perform the transformation until you have it back."
Duo nodded, determination shining in his violet eyes. He would not give up without a fight. Shinigami would have to find another Death Angel.
"How do I find it?" Duo asked, turning to glance curiously at Heero.
The blue eyed angel regarded the braided one carefully. "You should be able to feel it." He said, folding his arms over his chest. "If you can't, then it's not here...it's quite possible that Shinigami kept it in his under- realm, but I doubt he would have done that. It's hard to contain a soul and it's not likely that he thought you'd be looking for it again."
Duo nodded, and closed his eyes, searching with his mind for his soul. It just had to be here...if not, then it was quite possible that he'd never find it. If Shinigami had kept his soul in the under-realm, it was probably under lock and key...he wouldn't be seeing it again.
However, he caught a flicker of hope to his right, and he called out silently to the flicker of magic that glistened in front of closed eyelids. Reaching out his hands, Duo summoned his soul towards him, and gave a sharp intake of breath as he felt something pass through him and into him; filling him with emotions and magic...he was whole again. He spread his wings with a sigh of relief, magical dust floating around him, his hair flying wildly in a sudden gust of wind. His cheeks glowed with newfound strength, and he grinned at Heero.
"Well?" the blue eyed angel asked with a smirk.
"Found it." Duo replied with a grin. "I can feel my magic again."
Heero gave a grunt of approval. "We'll have to head back. I can't perform the transformation here."
Duo nodded. "Alright, take us back then, Heero-kun"
Heero reached out a hand for Duo, who took it willingly. In the next instant the light faded and darkness surrounded them once more. Duo recoiled his wings with a sigh. "So how do we go about this transformation anyway?
The short haired angel ran a hand through tousled brown bangs. "It's a complicated process. In order for me to update your status of angel, I have to share my soul with you and you have to share yours with me. If Shinigami finds out what we're doing, he'll find it only too easy to stop us."
"We have to share our souls?" Duo asked, eyes wide with disbelief. "How on Earth do we do that?"
"That's the thing." Heero replied. "It's not on Earth. Nor is it in Heaven or down here in the under-realm. We'll need to jump into a separate dimension altogether, and there it will be possible to share them." He paused, and then reached out a hand. "Let's go back, you'll understand if I show you."
Duo nodded, and took Heero's outstretched hand, linking his fingers with those of the blue eyed angel. He gave a short grin before the darkness surrounding them transformed into a dark blue of shifting shades. As he glanced towards Heero, he noted that his companion was breathing heavily, and had dropped down to one knee.
"You all right?" He asked, crouching beside his friend. A worried look filled his violet gaze.
Heero gave a short nod, fighting to gain control of his exhaustion. "Dimension slipping drains my energy." He explained in a monotone. "I will recover shortly."
Duo nodded. He sat back on his heels and waited for Heero to speak again. It was most likely that they had a limited time allotment here too...and there was always the danger of Shinigami finding out what they were up to. Heero had explained to him that if he was removed from the room where Duo had been performing his trial, then it was possible that they would both be lost in this separate dimension forever. He bit his bottom lip nervously. This just had to work...sure it was risky, but that didn't mean they couldn't try. If he didn't become an angel like Heero, then he wouldn't be able to return to the mortal world.
*~*
In Shinigami's realm, the God of Death was fuming. The intruder had managed to form some sort of force-field around himself and the Maxwell captive, it appeared that the angel had stronger powers than the God had anticipated. With a growl, he continued pacing the room of portals, his anger quickly growing. He needed to get that angel out of there...he had already helped Duo to get back his soul...this was an outrage! Turning swiftly on his heel, he headed down the hall to throw together a spell that would remove Heero Yuy from his realm. The blue-eyed angel would *not* be allowed to ruin his plans for the Maxwell boy. Duo would become an Angel of Death...no matter what the consequences.
*~*
Quatre returned from his ride a few hours later to find that most of the peasants of Trowa's kingdom had already gathered in the courtyard. Handing his horse off to one of the stable boys, he headed for the castle to confront the king. He would not leave without Duo, Zahra and Heero...even if that meant staying behind himself.
He reached the throne room to find Trowa on his throne, crown in hand. Servants were bustling around the room busily, and he was watching them carefully. He looked up as the blonde entered the room, and a slight frown marred his expression. "Quatre." He greeted.
The fire mage bowed, greeting the king with respect. "Your majesty..." He started. "I regret to inform you that I will not be leaving the castle without the three missing persons."
Trowa sighed softly, standing and handing the crown off to one of the servants, who took it carefully in his hands and placed it in the glass case for safe keeping. "Quatre, I do hope you will reconsider. You cannot stay here alone, it is much too dangerous."
Quatre righted himself, squaring his shoulders as he glared defiantly at the king. "I am quite capable of taking care of myself." He informed Trowa. "I do not need your protection."
Trowa opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off as another servant entered the room at a run, breathlessly summoning the king. "Your highness!" He exclaimed, kneeling in front of the throne. "Chang Wufei has sent me to fetch you, your majesty" He explained quickly. "Zahra has been found."
*~*
After a few minutes of silence, Heero finally managed to regain control of his breathing. Standing swiftly, he held out a hand to help Duo to his feet. The braided angel took it willingly, flashing a grin at his short haired friend. "So how does this work, anyway?"
"It's similar to the time I shared my powers with you in the dungeons." Heero explained, referring to the time Duo had been searching for the spells imbedded in the walls of Trowa's castle. "I'll enter your mind, and it will be possible for me to share our powers."
Duo gave a nod of understanding. "Skin contact?" he asked hesitantly.
Heero have a short nod. "Hn."
Duo blushed ever so slightly as he pulled at the hem of his shirt before lifting it over his head, only to have it tangle in his braid. He froze as he felt Heero's gentle hands helping him to remove the garment, and as soon as he was free he shot a sheepish grin at his friend. "Thanks" He said, his voice soft.
Heero 'hned', quickly removing his own blue top before pulling the braided baka to lean against his chest.
Duo stumbled slightly, his clumsiness awkwardly causing him to lurch into Heero's arms. The blue eyed angel caught him easily, giving a sharp intake of breath as he felt Duo's warm skin press against his own. Holding the braided one against him, he raised a hand to lift Duo's chin in order to look into the violet eyes. "You ok?" He asked softly.
Duo gave a meek nod, breathless at the proximity that they shared. "Yeah..."
Heero grunted "Try to hold still." He murmured quietly before his eyes clouded over, and Duo felt another being in his mind. His muscles tensed as he attempted to keep from moving, and his eyes slid closed as he tried to discern what Heero was doing in his mind.
Heero shifted through the memories and thoughts, heading for the centre of Duo's being. His mind powers worked carefully towards their goal, careful not to disturb anything else in the braided angel's mind. As he got steadily closer to the centre, a purple glow surrounded his vision, and then everything went white.
Heero stopped in the blinding light. He'd made it to the centre. Whispering a few words, he pulled Duo closer to him, and their eyes met before he turned his gaze away, burying his face in the chestnut hair. Duo leaned in against the warmth of Heero's chest, slipping his arms around a strong waist and pressing his cheek against a tanned shoulder.
He gave an involuntary shudder as he felt Heero's strength ripple through the core of his soul, and his eyes drifted closed once more. He gave a sigh of comfort as strong arms tightened their grasp ever so slightly and he felt his powers expanding, growing, and filling his very existence.
Heero continued the transformation slowly, gently easing his powers to mingle with those of the angel sharing his embrace. The intimate moment expanded, and Heero took a deep breath, urging himself to go on.
Duo gave a shaky breath as he felt raw power coursing through his veins. He was much stronger now than he had been before, even though he could sense that the transformation was not yet complete. This magic even outranked the power he had felt during his brief time as a dark angel...
The braided baka moved his fingers to gently caress the skin of Heero's back, working along his spine. He smiled softly as Heero's muscles twitched under his feather-light touches, and he turned his head to nuzzle against Heero's neck. He gave a sigh of pleasure as the bond was completed and the short haired angel slowly withdrew from his mind.
"Duo?" Heero asked softly, running his hands up the violet eyed boy's sides. Duo shivered at the touch, pulling away to look Heero in the eye.
The shore haired angel gasped...Duo's eyes had turned a lovely shade of cobalt blue, a shade that hinted a deep purple. His own Prussian softened as the angel in his arms gave him a smile. "Yeah?" He replied.
Heero smirked. "How are you feeling?" he asked as he brushed stray bangs from Duo's face, only to have them fall back into place.
"Great." Duo replied with a grin. "Different, but a good different. My magic feels like it's evolved, somehow."
Heero nodded. They settled into a comfortable silence as Duo stepped forward to lean against the strong chest once more.
A few moments later, Heero sighed softly. As much as he hated to break this moment of peace, they needed to get back. He gently pulled away from Duo, brushing the backs of his fingers against a creamy cheek with a small smile before he turned away. "we should get going." He said as he reached down and retrieved his shirt and Duo's, handing the violet to the now blue eyed angel.
Duo nodded, and reached out for his shirt. The moment he slipped it over its head, the same blue of his eyes spread over the garment, and he looked down in amazement. "Not bad." He commented.
Heero smirked as he held out his hand for Duo to take. The braided angel grinned and accepted the offer, twining his fingers with Heero's. "Let's get going, shall we?" he asked.
Heero nodded, closed his eyes, and Duo watched as their deep blue surroundings darkened into black and he found himself once again where he had met the mourning Quatre.
"So how do we get out of here?" He asked Heero once the Prussian blue eyes had opened once more.
"Simple," came the reply. "We are now stronger than Shinigami's magic, even in his realm. We simply fly up."
Duo grinned and spread his now blue tinged wings. "Then let's get going, shall we? I'm not sure I can stand this darkness much longer."
Heero nodded, never once releasing Duo's hand as he spread his own wings. The two shared a tender look before they lifted off the ground, swirling upwards towards a dull red glow.
*~*
Trowa and Quatre followed the servant down the winding stairs towards the training room at a quick pace, both of their expressions grim. They found Wufei at the bottom of the stairs, face set in a deep frown. "We could really use Duo's healing powers." He muttered softly as he waved the servant off to fetch more water. "Follow me, she's in here." He motioned that they follow him, and the two obeyed.
They entered the throne room to find that Zahra had been lain out on some blankets, and Wufei knelt beside her, brushing back her bangs from her sweaty forehead. She moaned softly, eyes shifting behind closed eyelids.
The servant re-entered the room with a bowl of water and a cloth and the weather mage took it from him, dipping the cloth in the water before folding it carefully and placing it on Zahra's forehead. Nataku sat beside him with a worried 'croik', Quatre's fire dragon not far off.
The blonde fire mage crouched beside Wufei, his eyes betraying his worry. "Will she be okay?" He asked softly, reaching out to take Zahra's hand in his.
Wufei sighed. "I don't know. What she needs is a healer. Sally Po has tried everything she knows, but has been unable to help her."
"Where is Sally now?" Trowa asked, standing off to the side as he watched various servants bustle about the room.
"She's gone down to the village." Wufei replied. "One of the people came and took her away, apparently one of the children has fallen ill."
Trowa gave a short nod, turning his emerald green gaze on Zahra. "We're leaving in the morning. There will be a healer across the mountains, and I should expect that it will take us a week to arrive, maybe a day or so more. Can she hold out that long?"
Wufei frowned slightly. "It's not likely, but it seems to be our only choice." He replied after a few moment's hesitation. "I will do everything in my power to make sure that she lasts as long as is possible, but I can't promise anything. Meiran hasn't woken up yet, either."
Trowa gave a short nod before turning and heading out of the room. There wasn't anything he could do...and he had preparations to make for their approaching departure.
Quatre sighed as he watched the king leave the room. "I wish we could wait for Heero and Duo to return." He said softly before he turned his gaze back to the unconscious Zahra.
Wufei glanced at the fire mage. "There's no saying that they will come back, Quatre. They have entered Shinigami's realm, from what I understand...not one person has been able to overcome the God of Death and escape from his grasp."
Quatre's eyes glinted with belief and determination. "I know that they'll be able to escape." He said, his voice strong. "They aren't ordinary people, Wufei, they're angels. And if we can't believe in angels, what can we believe in?"
*~*
Shinigami gave a cry of fury as he saw the two angels swirling upwards, breaking through every single barrier he had installed. His most powerful spells were being blasted away by these two angels...and he was not happy. He let out another cry as they reached him in a whirl of feathers and wind, landing lightly at his side. Duo stepped forward, wings twitching ever so slightly in his nervousness.
"You will let me escape." He said with conviction, pointing a finger at the God of Death. "And Heero is coming with me."
He made move to pass Shinigami on his way towards the exit, but the God of Death stepped into his path. "You cannot defy me. No one has ever escaped from my hold. You will be no different."
Duo's eyes narrowed. " The heavens are with me. You have no power against the will of God."
With those words, he pushed past Shinigami, cobalt blue eyes glinting powerfully before he turned and strode down the hall, Heero hot on his heels.
The God of Death's jaw dropped as he watched them simply walk down the hall and turn towards the spiral staircase that leaded towards Earth. He watched dumbfounded as they pushed through the spirits making their way down into his realm, and he watched as their white glow disappeared from his view as they continued their ascent.
He blinked once, twice, and then his eyes widened even further as he saw another of his captives making their way upwards...Anger filled him as he realized that the angel had freed one of his captives....and he let out a cry of hatred as he realized there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. As the God of Death, he had no powers that could oppose a blue eyed angel...to take on two of them would be sheer stupidity.
*~*
Duo grinned as he saw Vinny working his way upwards, and caught Heero's hand in his, pulling the other angel to a stop. "Wait, Heero." He said softly, glancing downwards to see his cell-mate rushing to catch up with them.
Vinny finally reached them, throwing his arms around Duo in a crushing hug, his eyes brimming over with tears. "Kid, ya gone and done it...I never woulda thought you'd a had the power, but ya did. Yer a true angel, boy, an' I owe you my life."
Duo grinned and returned the embrace, before pulling away. "Will you come with us?" He asked his friend, already knowing the answer.
"Nah, I'm honored you would ask, kid, but I'm gonna head back to me loved ones. See if they remember old Vinny."
Duo nodded. "Well, let's get going then." He said, glancing upwards before he grinned at Heero. "I'm tired of all this darkness."
*~*
Quatre sighed as he watched the sun rise from where he was mounted on his horse beside the king and Wufei. Zahra and Meiran weren't far behind them, both in a horse drawn carriage with Sally Po and a few servants.
The king glanced at his fire mage, knowing that the blonde was upset, and upset himself because he knew that there was nothing he could do. They needed a healer desperately, and the whole village (assembled behind him) was expecting him to lead them to safety. No, they could not prolong their leave.
However, he glanced once more at the castle and was surprised to see a light shining from the very top of the roof. Narrowing his eyes, he wondered what on earth could be making that light...the sun was rising behind him, barely over the horizon and could not possible be creating this pale blue glow that was steadily growing.
"Wufei, Quatre." He said softly, not wanting to alarm the villagers. "What's that?" He asked, discreetly gesturing upwards.
Quatre's eyes widened when they first saw the light, and he quickly dismounted from his horse as he heard a slight gasp escape from Wufei. Whistling lowly, he grinned as his dragon landed beside him. With a wave of his hand and a few muttered words, all of the villagers backed away from the fire mage as his dragon (in a puff of smoke, a large flame, and a few sparks) grew to be five feet long.
Hopping onto the flaming creature's back, he whistled again and the beast's wings flapped once, twice, before they managed to lift the two off of the ground. It swirled upwards, leaving behind a trail of smoke before it landed heavily on the roof.
Trowa watched the proceedings with interest, glancing curiously at Wufei, who had sent Nataku up after the blonde.
"Croik!!!" Came the cry from the rooftop and Duo's magical laughter filled the air.
Destiny had brought him thus far. He was not meant to be a slave and servant of the dark God of the under realm...no, he loved the light and he loved his friends. The villager's eyes widened and a cheer erupted from the crowds as two sets of feathery wings took to the skies. There was still hope...there was always hope...as long as you had something to believe in.
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THE END
(finally)
Well, I do hope you all enjoyed it...I know I had fun writing it. This chapter is the longest one yet...17 pages on Word. I could've easily broken it into two parts, but I had promised that this would be the last one, so here it is. Finished. *gives a cry of joy*
Please note: this fic will be rewritten!! I've realized that there are a couple of plot holes...so I plan on major editing for it, as soon as I find time. So keep an eye out for improvements!!
Let me know what you thought of it! It's been about a year and a half since I started this fic, and now, 30 chapters and a whole bunch of words later it's finally finished. What did you think?
Anyway, happy reading and writing everyone, and enjoy the summer!
~ Duo's Only Chick
