Rated: R, because this ain't no damn kiddy fic! P
Warnings: Lots and lots of angst, bad language, blood and gore, ecchi, lime, religious undertones, sap, supernatural stuff, violence, and yaoi!!! And to top it off the whole thing is AU! D
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine, I admit that unfortunate
circumstance, therefore don't sue. Leave me alone! . The little
monologue/poem-type-thingy in this chapter is mine though. No takies
without permission. ^^;
Papercut, Crawling, With
You, One Step Closer and My December are all copyrighted to Linkin Park, and I
thank them very much for writing all those songs because they fit perfectly
within the fic. ^_^
I wanted to write this since I always wondered what GW would be like with fantasy rather than science fiction. Like... what if Heero really
was a fallen angel? Or if Quatre, being so rich and all, was a member of royalty? And what if by chance all the characters
(even Treize and Noin) were around the same grade in high school? Ages have been
changed for my own amusement, and yes, Solo is ALIVE. Deal with it! C&C is always craved and appreciated.
There
are many indiscreet (and some flaming obvious) parodies and inserts from the
real GW everywhere in this fic.
How many can you find? ~_^
Side note: There is a lot of religious stuff roaming in this fic. Ranging from mentioning God and the Devil, Heaven and Hell, to a religion class in the school where this takes place. I do not mean offend anyone in having a story heavily revolving around some of this. I personally have friends of many religious backgrounds, and all of this is written for entertainment, so please do not take any of this personally if it offends you. I only do this in creative license. So there. Now fuck off.
The five pilots - along with most of the other GW characters - are living before the times of war to live out their lives without space colonies, without Gundams,
and without guns mysteriously hidden in spandex shorts. Rather than being
amazing Gundam pilots and OZ generals, more.. intriguing.. powers have been
attained. Which enemies will become allies? Or vice versa? With a simple twist of fate what once seemed impossible is no longer so.
This is a tale Of Angels and Demons... those of the physical world, and those that exist in one's mind...
F a l l e n - A n g e l
And suddenly I was aware.
Aware of... everything.
The sensation of falling
The warm white light
Going further away from me
piercing, slow, helpless
White feathers scatter
From limp heavy wings
Where am I?
I can hear a voice
...it's calling me.
Violent awaking
Is down up, or up down?
Tender eyes try to focus
Blinded by harsh wind
The voice...
what is the word it calls out to me?
...Angel...
My wings are gone...
*****
"Father,
what is that?" the princess Relena stood at an open window that fateful autumn evening, and
she watched as a white-hot light shot from the clouds in an
instant's flash. She heard a loud splash in the distance, blinking innocently as the object made contact with the sea.
"It's merely a shooting star, dear... Why don't you make a wish?"
"But I heard it land. What if someone's hurt? I must go look!"
"Dear... wait!!"
Relena ran outside into the fading light, chasing what seemed to be sparkles left in the sky from where the object had fallen. Her pace was quick from her home as she prayed that no one was injured, heading for the docks on the beach.
*****
A loud
crash
A snap and a crack
I am aware
I can feel
And all I feel is pain...
A ragged-looking teenage boy had washed up onto the shore, slowly coming to, coughing and sputtering. He looked up into the eyes of the princess before him for but a moment, before raising his hand to hide his face sending out a bright white flash and disappearing from the area.
The princess was left baffled, the flash having wiped her memory of why she was even there. Small waves of salt water caressed her bare feet, though she could swear the water seemed to contain another diluted liquid... shining and silver.
*****
On the other side of the beach, the boy lay flat on his back clenching his fingers in the sand, looking up as a dove flew overhead by the first star in the sky that night, dropping a white feather at his side.
"I-it hurts..."
*****
