And Fade Out Chapter 02: The Belovéd
Book 01 of Angelus Aequus
By Moon Faery & Super Saiyan Alexin
Rating: R
Series: DBZ/GW/R½/TM!/CCS/SM/CB/Fake/FB/ST/GTO
Genre: Epic/Humor
Pairings: @.@ Don't Ask; Just Read. (This part: 1x2x1; 3x4x3)
Spoilers: Plenty.
Warnings: Yaoi; Yuri; Het; AU; OOT; IT; OOC; OC; Shounen Ai; Shoujo Ai; Normal Ai; Lemon; Violence; Humor; Pervy-ness; Blood & Other Bodily Fluids; Under Age insert felony here; Mad Dragons AHOY!; Language
Archived: Moon Faery's Garden & The Kiss of Death
Disclaimer: A statement created solely to save one's ass from becoming lawn for the proverbial legal mower. We do not own SHIT! All materials are used without the permission of their various owners. However, this story line, original characters and plot are OURS. (Holds fic close.) Grrrr....
NOTE: The full, unedited version of the Arc as well as various notes on the story and characters can be found at either of the above websites. This version was edited for adult content so as to make it suitable for FF.N. Ugh. I wouldn't have done it, but it's really the only place available to both the authors where the story can recieve decent feedback.
So far, there have been no changes.
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A Leo was thrown back, crashing into a series of Aries behind it. A burst of static and a brief scream of terror sliced across the open comlinks before the hatch was breached and the pilot was flash frozen. Deathscythe spun around, fighting the lack of gravity as it's pilot over-compensated for the lack of friction by a fraction of a second. Moving quickly, Duo corrected his Gundam in time to slice another Leo in half. Light flared as the fuel line was ignited, burning for a split second before the completely lack of air in space forced it to die.
"The God of Death doesn't go down that easy, mother fuckers!"
Heero fought the urge to roll his eyes, slightly pleased that it was becoming harder to resist his lover's antics. His new training was proving very effective. Of course, whipped cream and layered silk bondage ropes usually were in one way or another.
Quatre, Trowa and Wufei were lined up in a row, forcing the enemy to attempt to go through them before they were able to get close enough to get the satellite within their target range. None of the OZ troops had made it that far yet. Just as another mecha exploded, Heero's attention focused on a single point on his view screen. Something was out of place, and even with his retraining there was a part of him that immediately declared any discrepancies in existence dangerous. The moment passed as whatever it had been passed out of view behind a floating piece of shrapnel. Almost absently, Wing backhanded a suit that had been trying to sneak up on him, eyes still focused intently on the shrapnel. It would reappear eventually, and when it did, he would be prepared.
The speakers crackled to life around him. Someone was flipping channels randomly. "-EERO! Icracklet there! Heeeeeeeeeehisssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeecrackle-popeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrscreamooooooooooooooooooohisssss-snap-crackleooooooooooooooo-"
Heero slammed his fist down on the mute button, a tic forming under his left eyelid. He knew what had been off about the battle now. The thing he had been watching - the thing that had been distracting him from battling Zechs had drifted away from the drifting hulk of what had once been a mobile suit. It was a person in a life suit. A pink life suit.
Heero didn't believe in Gods. Humanity had to take care of itself, as far as he was concerned. That didn't stop the thought from coming to him that someone was laughing long and hard at him right now.
Heero didn't like being laughed at. Pulling his beam saber, he decided that it didn't matter whether or not Relena deserved to die. She was going to, and that was all that really mattered.
Relena used a brief burst from her jets to push across space to Wing, where she attached herself to its foot like some kind of day glo leech. She hated the battle - fighting of any sort, really - but it wasn't nearly as horrible and bloody as she had expected. The fact that most of the human remains from the mechanical firefight were either burnt past recognition or imploded into itty-bitty pieces of matter never really crossed her mind. It was too afraid of being run over by one of the many fantasies of Relena's obsession that were barreling around in her head randomly.
Just as Heero was about to make the downward slice and end Relena's admittedly useful existence, something happened. The first indication he had that something was wrong - more wrong than usually, at least - was a burning sensation in his lower body. Bones that had been purposely removed were hurting, worse than even his broken leg had. It was a splitting, burning thing that was at the same time almost relaxing, in a strange, coming-home kind of way. His fists clenched on the controls, cracking them as the pressure built, rising inside him like a tide. Something ripped inside him, and there was one moment where the entire universe focused down on that one point of exquisitely shattering pain before it faded entirely, taking the sound of his screams with it.
Duo saw the word "mute" blink across the lower corner of Heero's image on his screen in green letters, barely noticing it as he focused on the battle. It just meant that Heero didn't want to listen right now. A few moments later the word vanished. When the sound returned to the cockpit, the American completely forgot the fight he was in as Heero's voice reached levels of volume that should have hurt too much for a throat to utter. Without thinking about it, he sliced another suit open, touching the screen with a quick finger to enlarge the view of Heero to take up the entire thing.
Deathscythe kept on fighting without pause, as if its pilot's hands were still on its controls.
On the screen, Heero doubled up, his head tipping back as the horrible sound of his pain made the speakers inside Duo's cockpit rattle with the strain of it. The screams hit a higher pitch and Heero slumped over his control panel, unconscious. Behind him something long and the same dark chocolate as Heero's hair poked its way over his shoulder, curling over his arm as if it belonged there. Then the screen fuzzed out and faded to black as the transmission ended.
'Something'swrongsomething'swrongsomething'swrongsomething'swrong...'
Practice allowed Duo to ignore the voice. Long-fingered hands blurred over the touch pad as he manipulated the screen's controls, pulling up a view of the battle field from the exterior sensors of the resource satellite they were battling over just as a sensation of gone sliced through him. He gasped as the feeling of loosing himself made his vision double. A quick scan of the scene before him confirmed something his instincts had already declared.
Wing was gone. There wasn't even any debris in the area to indicate that it had been destroyed. It was just... gone.
'Nonononononononononothimnothimnothimnothimnothimminemineminemine...'
Sound - a loud, blaring crash - echoes through the cockpit from the outside without going through the speakers. Silver lightning forked across the battlefield, charring at least three suits before it dissipated. The echoes of the force carried across to the Gundams even in the frictionless environment, rattling their pilot's teeth in their heads as they were all flipped top over teakettle.
Inside Deathscythe, Duo's eyes were glowing silver. A deeply buried set of instincts inside his mind was racing faster than light, jumping from one set of calculations to another, making conclusions and filing information from all eight senses so quickly that Duo himself wasn't aware of doing more than thinking, 'Not without me.' Leaps of reality-faith connected the little parts to the whole, forming a plan while simultaneously executing it, all faster than the speed of thought.
The resource satellite imploded.
That was all it was. A tiny moment of sucking in, and then it wasn't there anymore. A black hole took its place, it's unnatural formation creating a series of intricate silver threads that lined the edge of the "hole", creating a Celtic knot around the phenomenon. Without Duo touching the controls, Deathscythe flicked its thrusters on, sending it into the heart of the hole. It's wake caught up Tallgeese, which tumbled after it.
Sandrock, Heavyarms and Nataku didn't have a hope of escaping. Their proximity to it was too much. Quatre barely had time to shout a warning before five mecha vanished into reality.
As soon as it had completed its duty, the hole vanished.
***
FUCK!
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Silently Setsuna counted Destiny off her list of future customers. She had never seen a being with such bad luck. Really, what was hard about guessing right on one in fifty-google odds when one was a friend of Murphy's?
A brief moment of pity for Heiiro tried to make itself known, but she squashed it. Pity didn't make money. While Destiny ranted, Sailor Pluto once again opened the Gate to Hell and raised her bullhorn. The girls still hadn't managed to fix the feed, and time was short, even for her.
"Attention all beings! Event Two has been decided. The Lost God has blown his cover and The Belovéd has gone home. Please Place your bets on Event Three Now."
