Beyond Heaven
Author:
ForeordainedDestiny
Category: yaoi… adventure… supernatural angel, demon and monster stuff…
Rating: R… For now… *laughs evilly*
Pairings: 1x2… And the rest will come out in their own good time…
Warnings: yaoi… YAOI… Y-A-O-I… Get it? Got it? Good.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the
copyright owners. They're not mine!!! *sniffs*
Feedback: I luv any and all kinds of feedback! Please review!
Notes: The start of something which I hope turns out to be a good fic. I
completely made up a new universe… *waves* Plus, I hope you enjoy it!
Here goes…
Beyond Heaven… Here is a place where divine and cursed immortals remain at the mercy of no one, not even the Gods. They run wild and free, as they were born to, with the Nameless Ones watching their kinds flourish and grow into captivating and terrifying creatures of legend. One, the race of beautiful and seductive demons; another, the cruel angels who rule the land and the skies; and the beasts that live in the shadows, waiting patiently and silent for their turn for glory in the land where anything can happen.
Obsidian eyes looked up as the owner closed the book. A knowing smirk grew on his face as he traced the inscription on the faded cover.
"This is the legend… I am an Angel and the war has just begun." A whisper, hardly a voice at all, sounded then.
Silvery feathers fell to the floor as the One stood and exited the vast library of literary works. A dark black cape ran from his shoulders to the floor, following wherever he went. On the other hand, the clothing not covered by cape was dark colorings of clothing set in mage-style: A tunic, along with a pair of breeches. But what set him apart from the others was his simple yet elegant looks. He had semi-long ebony hair pulled into a tight, short ponytail and what didn't fit in it hung about, framing his oriental face. His eyes were depthless, seemingly endless pools of oblivion that one never ceased to drown in. The pale neck was adorned with a small golden chain with a jade ornament hanging from it.
The wings, from which feathers fell, were beautiful. It was the only was one could describe the furry and silvery appendages originating from in between his shoulders. The Angel, as his race was called, walked towards a large door and opened it slowly. He strode into the other room.
"Mage Chang, what have you to say? The council is at a loss at what to do and desperately needs information on the situation." A voice boomed from a high spot and echoed through the chamber.
The mage looked up, taking in the tall seats arranged in courtroom fashion, with high-ranking Angels sitting upon them. Their faces were grave and worn, and definitely elderly.
"Well… If the Council will permit, I would like the permission to deploy 01 and send it to scout out the Demon area." There began a loud roar of discussion at the mention of that number, or was it a name? "Perhaps with it, we can find out some true answers." He was now silent, awaiting their judgment.
An elder, clearly the head of the council, with a long bead and piercing eyes, regarded him carefully. He cleared his throat and gave his answer,
"The council now gives its permission for Wufei Chang to deploy 01."
Wufei bowed slightly,
"Thank you. You shall have your information as planned." With a flick from his cape, he turned and left the room.
"More wine… More wine… That's all they say…! All fools… The whole lot of those damn Angels!" Hurried muttering was heard down the halls as someone raced down them, carrying a tray of wine and several glasses skillfully. The being was obviously a slave. Its body was covered by old, ragged robes, but not so terrible that they couldn't be seen in the very place it served. A door creaked open, being pushed by a foot, seeing as its arms were preoccupied.
"Ah, there you are, Slave. What took you so long?"
The slave let out a small snort of disgust and served the three Angels the wine. With that, he stepped away and bowed. Looking at the floor, he waited for the dismissal.
"'Tis nothing, M'lord."
"Very well. You may leave, for my meeting is not yet over," the master waved him off.
Amethyst eyes angrily lit, he turned around and scampered off, a long chestnut braid of hair following behind. Having exited the meeting, he sat down outside the door.
The slave was no ordinary slave. One could easily tell that from the smothered magical aura that surrounded him. The aura was part evil and part something else that was unrecognizable to Angels who did not know what he truly was. He was a Demon.
'I'm going to escape today… I'm going to escape from this wretched floating castle of Angels…' He got up and started to run. Surprisingly, the halls were empty. Of course, all the Angels would be gone, having left to discuss the new crisis at hand.
Looking amongst the white clouds, the slave breathed freedom. But that breath hitched in his throat when he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he froze as he gazed upon the creature before him.
The servant could see a dark figure with metallic black wings sprouting from its shoulders and long black cloak covered everything else that might have been seen. The hood was drawn up, shadowing the being's upper face, but once he looked closer he could see a chin with perfectly sculpted yet expressionless lips. Its gender was undeterminable, but the servant didn't care about that at the moment. All he wanted to do was escape.
"Who are you?" He asked under the guise of calmness, taking tiny steps backward, ever ready to escape.
"Halt. Slaves are not permitted to leave," It stated emotionlessly with a cold undertone. Definitely male.
The slave froze. He had been found out!
"Oh… Well, I… I was just looking down at the ground, Sir…" He lied.
"State your name and status."
"I asked you first…" The servant whispered under his breath. He could of sworn that he saw the creature's head tilt slightly in a gesture of confusion… Nah.
"State your name and status," It repeated stonily.
"Duo… And I'm a slave…"
Duo bit his lip nervously. Usually, if it was a normal Angel guard, they would jerk his ass down to the prisons for a few days. What kind of creature was this guy?
"01!" Came an interrupting shout. And surprisingly, the creature turned in response.
Yet another Angel came storming down the hallow halls. This one wore a red, silver and black uniform, bearing the rank of a General. Long platinum blonde hair cascaded down his back and his blue eyes were intense, staring straight ahead at the cloak-clad creature. And, like most Angels… He was just plain gorgeous. His wings, however, were odd-colored, being a pure white then fading down to a dusty, almost dirty-looking, grey.
"Where have you been? Mage Wufei had just let you out and we turned away for one second… Then you were gone! Don't you want people to be able to trust you?" He reprimanded.
"I give to you an apology, General Merquise. It will not happen again," It replied, inclining its head.
Duo cleared his throat noisily to get their attention.
"Now… I can tell that you guys have your own business to attend to… I'll just be moseying along…" he said, trying to excuse himself.
The general now noticed the slave standing there and his eyes roved across Duo cautiously.
"What were you doing here with 01?" he questioned.
The braided Demon slave's face gave the deer-in-headlights expression and he laughed nervously, amethyst eyes blinking innocently.
"Nothing, Sir. I had just completed my duties and was just about to return to the barracks."
General Zechs Merquise looked skeptical and strode over to him, standing over him like a watching hawk. He bent down until he and Duo were eye-to-eye,
"We shall see…" There was a pause as the general stared into his face, analyzing him. "You're a Demon slave… We don't have many of those around here…"
"I know that, Sir. Me and a few of my friends are the only ones of my kind here," Duo replied, playing with his braid absently.
"How fortunate… We don't need many like you around. You Demons may be beautiful and powerful, but we Angels hold more power than you ever could."
'I seriously doubt that…' Duo added silently.
"Hmmm… Anyways, I don't have time to waste on you. Come, 01…"
The creature moved to walk behind the general, silent as always. Duo noticed that the black wings hung a little lower now, less lively, and frowned.
'What was all that about?'
Shaking his head, Duo ran off, slinking in the shadows this time, careful not to be seen. He pushed open a small trapdoor and stepped out onto a small balcony. It was very small and looked like it could only hold one or two people, but that wasn't why it was unique. The fact that it jutted out from the floating Angel fortress and left the explorer standing in open air, nothing holding them back from falling but a small fence caught Duo's attention.
'Now for the final act… I'll be free from this horrible place and can go back home… And once I do, I know all the secrets to the fortress… The Demons will destroy both the Angels and the Beasts and conquer this land for ourselves…'
Duo closed his eyes and, without a moments hesitation, jumped off, free-falling thousands of feet. A purple aura surrounded him and he began to float to the ground, in no danger at all.
Once he landed, a sigh escaped the lithe body and he sank to his knees in relief. The dull brass bands of enslavement cracked and fell off him. He was free…
TBC…
Author's Note: Well? Did you like it? Be sure to tell me what you think… And, I'm sorry that I made Zechs such a bastard… *huggles him* I'm sorry! Its just that the Angels don't like the Demons very well… *laughs* And we haven't even met the Beasts yet! Won't that be fun… *chuckles*
In the next chapter I'll get more into Duo's past and homeland… And, strangely enough, he happens to meet the emotionless cloaked figure known as 01 once more…
See you later!
