Title: Duo's Request
Chapter: 3
Author: Bard of Dellenfel
Disclaimer: talk about a downer, always having to remind everyone that 'no the Gundam boys ain't mine.'
Warnings: AU, OOC Shounen Ai sorta
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Duo sat in limbo, flashes of all of his lives passing before his eyes, he had never really noticed the similarity between them all. He was born, rich, poor, middle class, it didn't matter, at 3 or 4 he lost his parents, abandond and alone he roamed the streets, until his reawakining at 6. In all of the 8000 years of his sealed existance he had only had a few friends that he had let close to him, and every time they died.
8000 years of false emotions, trying to feel, those few times that he thought that he had almost felt for some one, but then they were killed and his chance was gone. It was no use, when Samael had been sealed the reason for feeling had been locked away, possibly forever.
Duo had had many names, but he felt that Duo suited him best, a dual personality. The one everyone saw, laughing, crying, getting mad and the real one, emotions sliding off as though they were water on a ducks back. He had wished that he could have felt for Heero, He thought that he had been the closest with Heero, but again Heero was taken. And Duo still looked for his Samael.
A cry brought Duo back from his memories. Duo sat up in the tree that he was hiding in, watching the warriors of Ganth prepared for battle. They were all still young, untouched by 8000 years. They had fought everyday in this realm, Limbo, training for the coming of their lords.
Duo watched as the boys and girls prepared their weapons, most of them looked no older than 13 many were still 10 or younger, but all seemed ready for battle, the Girls polishing their willowy bows, the boys their swords and battle axes. There were a few war hammers and Duo saw the odd short scythe, A weapon similar to his except the handle was only 3 feet rather than his of 6 feet.
A new sound played across the field and Duo turned to look at what made the sound. At the edge of the battle field a mass of grey and white demons had gathered, their weapons were beautiful and cruel looking, and he could see the thirst for human flesh in the demon hordes' eyes.
In the camp of warrior children the captain of battle raised his arm, a katana in his fist, he shouted "For the glory of God, by the strength of Ganth, For the praise of Samael and the love of Killel"
The shout was taken up by all of the host and Duo shivered at the bloodlust that danced in the air. The Host of warriors charged to meet the enemy, they went to bring honour to their masters, to Him and Samael.
The Girls arrows flew into the ranks of the demons and flamed like lightning as they struck their targets. The boys spread out along the lines of the horde, cutting into the ranks as though the skill of the demons were nothing more than a baby at play. The boys seemed to dance in a shower of demon blood, they reveled in the thrill of battle and called out to Samael and Killel, beseaching them to come to them to witness their battle prowess.
Duo felt a tugging of his soul then, as though his body wanted to answer that call. He had loved these children once, they were street urchins, abandoned by society and left to die. Samael had surprised him, over 8000 years ago now. Samael had built a city and brought all the children over 8, those with out families and he had taught them how to fight, Duo had given them power and the desire to fight. The city of children had been their home as much as it was the orphans home. But Lucifer had destroyed the city and killed the children, after only a few years of its begining.
Again Duo felt the tugging in his soul, the desire to go out to his children and fight beside them, but he remained hidden and calculated their skill. It was great, the horde had outnumbered the warrior children 8 to 1 but the numbers seemed to be almost 4 to 1 now. The tugging in his soul became a demanding throb in his very heart and Duo decided to join the fight.
Duo took up his long scythe and lept from the tree, landing at the edge of the field he strode into the battle. Stripped to the waist like the other children he readied his scythe, when his stance was set he shouted.
In a voice that seemed to drain the very will to live; a battle cry rolled across the field. The blood of the waring children ran cold and the demon horde quailed in fear. All eyes turned to the creator of the cry. Recognition dawned on the faces of child and demon alike, and the differances were vast.
The children cheered and danced the demons shook in fear. "Killel has returned, he has heard our call!" came the cheering of the children. The sun glistened on Duo's sweat covered torso, it danced along the black blade of deaths' scythe. There was no feeling in his eye though and both demon and child worried at the sight. Duo's grin was enough that many on the field lost control of their bladers and fear was struck deep into the demons.
The sky seemed to go black as Duo's wings sprang from his back, the went out wide spanning 60 feet. They soaked up the light of the day and the will to live from all who saw them. Duo charged the demon horde and the violence that ensued was like none the children had ever whitnessed, no quarter was given, everything fled before Duo's scythe.
The young warriors took heart from seeing their lord fighting with them and followed him into the heart of the enemy, killing all that stood or moved infront of them. As the last demon fell Duo absorbed his wings, the light of the day returned and the children felt warmth return to their bodies.
"Victory!" they chanted, they picked Duo up and carried him to their camp on their shoulders, chanting all the way.
As they entered their camp Duo called for a meeting and gathered the leader of the host to the main tent to plan battle.
"You have had eight millennia to train and hone your skills, skills that Samael taught you. Now you will be put to the test, I call you to battle, to fight the minnions of the damned." there was silence after Duo stopped speaking. "Will you fight?"
A cheer went up from all those that were gathered there and they left quickly to ready the others. Duo nodded to himself, //it begins, I will take the head of Damon, and spit in the eye of Lucifer.//
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Quatre stared at Trowa, "what do you mean a 'sealed one'?" he asked. He had regained concousness after a minute or so, and was still a little dizzy.
"I mean you. You were sealed in the battle of heaven, but it was before the last battle, I can sense your seal but I don't know who sealed you." Trowa thought for a while, "probably Killel or Duo I mean, that would explain why you are still sealed."
"Really!" Quatre wondered what his wings might look like, "I'm an angel!"
"It's not surprising really, most people with a gift have a link to heaven. The greater the gift the more likely that they were an angel." Trowa smirked at Quatre's stunned expression.
"Have you ever felt that you had been alive a lot longer than your 15 years or so?" Trowa asked
Quatre nodded, "Does that mean that Wufei is an angel too?"
"No I think he is a demi-god or perhaps a arnel." Trowa answered. Quatre looked a little confused so Trowa explained. "An arnel is similar to an angel the main differance is that they don't have wings. They are usually used for some of the simplier but very daunting tasks."
"Why would you think that Wufei is an arnel, can you picture him doing some simple task?" Quatre pictured Wufei polishing the rubies of the gates of heaven and laughed to himself.
"Well arnels are on the whole stuborn, ornery, although they are very dedicated to the tasks set for them. They rely on mental and physical strength and scoff at those that are weak in spirit." Quatre started to nod, he could see why Trowa thought that Wufei was an arnel.
"I guess that does sound like Wufei," Quatre snickered.
"What sounds like me?" came the Chinese pilots voice from the door. Wufei walked into the living room of the large house to see what Trowa and Quat had been talking about.
"Oh nothing." Quatre said quickly.
"Trowa why are you half naked?" Wufei asked glancing at Trowa's exposed chest, and the ripped shirt on the floor.
"Trowa and I were um just," Quatre started.
Wufei plugged his ears, "not you too! first Duo and Heero now you guys are going at it! Am I the only sane one left?" Trowa turned a deep red and Wufei shook his head. "Am I the only one not getting any!?"
Quatre burst out laughing tears coming to his eyes, "we weren't doing that" Quatre was blushing too, "although, Trowa I think I will be needing a shower a little later, wanna come?"
Trowa stared at Quatre, Wufei's mind brought up a picture of Trowa and Quat in the shower together and ended up getting a noise bleed.
He ran from the room taking a few tissues to stop the bleeding.
"I thought that we were keeping this a secret!" Trowa said.
"We were, but teasing him is too much fun!" Quatre laughed, falling into his lovers arms. Trowa hugged his little lover close as he noticed the tears of joy changed.
"What's wrong little one?" Trowa asked, holding the smaller boy tight to him.
"I'm afraid," Quatre whispered into Trowa's chest.
"It'll be alright, Duo was Killel, but he is still Duo, we haven't lost him. Even if all of Killel returns he will still remember his past lives. he will remember us." Quatre put his arms around his friend and held onto him tighter.
Trowa ran soothing fingers through Quatre's hair as he hummed him a song that he had learned in the heavenly choir. The song was interupted by someone screaming downstairs.
"Heero!" They said together. Both boys ran to the basement to find Wufei under Heero's lifeless body. "Get him off, get him off!" Wufei yelled.
Quatre picked Heero's body up and carried him back into the freezer, Trowa picked the Chinese pilot up off the floor. "What happened to Heero!?" Wufei asked.
"You want the long story of the short?" Trowa questioned.
"Short!" Wufei answered, turning he picked up his spoon that he had dropped.
"What's that for?" Trowa asked.
"Eh? Oh nothing," Wufei answered slipping the spoon into his pocket.
"Ahhh, so you're the thief!" Quatre shouted.
" Kisama! What are you acusing me of" Wufei turned on Quatre.
"My Hagendas! you're the one that has been eating it!" Quatre shouted back. Advancing of the other pilot, all of a sudden Trowa was in front of him.
"You had Hagendas!?" Trowa's eyes glinted, "You never told me you had Hagendas!"
"Ah, well that is to say that, ummm, I..." Quatre backed to the wall as his lover advanced on him. Quatre saw Wufei smirking behind Trowa. "The story, Wufei needs to here what's happened!" Quatre said quickly.
Trowa stopped, "You're right." He said.
Quatre breathed a sigh of relief, "But don't think that you are of the hook my little Koi!" Trowa glanced at Quatre, who shivered.
//I'm gonna get it now// Quat thought.
Trowa and Quatre filled Wufei in on all that had happened so far, but is a simplified version. Trowa had to show his wings again before Wufei would completely belive them, his jaw dropping at the sight of them.
"Amazing!" was all that Wufei seemed to be able to say for a while.
"So what now?" Quatre asked
"We wait I guess, Akito said he had busness in Heaven so he was going to go to talk with Michael and see what they are planning." Trowa was a little nervious, one always was when dealing with God's top angel.
"What about Heero then?" Wufei asked finally thinking of something to say. "why is his body healing, is he an angel too?"
"I'm not really sure, He might be but if he were sealed then he would have died, and just been reborn." Trowa had been thinking about it for a while and still couldn't settle his mind about it. "And I've never felt a seal in him, so I can't see that he is an angel."
"So Killel or Duo was sealed by God?" Wufei asked
"Yeah," Trowa answered
"What would have happened if Michael had sealed him?" Wufei continued.
"....." Trowa made to answer but couldn't.
"well what happened to the Cherubim or Seraphim when they were sealed by one of their peers?" Quat asked.
"Their seals were bound seals, which is different in that it can only be dissolved if it is interfeered with by another angel or...." Trowa looked pole axed, //why didn't I think of it before!// "or a demi-god."
Trowa and the other two jumped as the house shook violently. "What the hell was that?" Wufei asked.
"It came from the basement." Quatre said, the three ran downstairs again quickly. As they got there they saw the freezer shaking with each of the huge vibrations and noise. Quatre reached out to open the door but Trowa pulled him back. The Door burst off it's hinges and crashed into the wall thirty feet away.
The Basement was filled with a blinding light. It came from the now open freezer. It was as though they were standing on the surface of the sun. From inside the freezer walked the source of the light, an angel.
This angel though was unlike any that Quatre had seen yet. The wings filled the basement and they were not extended to their limit, They shone with a golden light that radiated power and strength. Quatre had to sheild his eyes, in this way he made out the face of the angel.
"HEERO!" Quatre yelled running forward he embraced the other boy. "You are an angel, and your alive!"
"Quatre," Trowa spoke in a voice filled with awe. "That's Samael!"
The room grew brighter as Samael/Heero spread his wings and hugged his friend back. "I'm Heero, Samael is what I was, but even then I was still Heero." There was a dull thud as Wufei passed out and hit the floor.
Trowa looked at the unconsious boy and Heero asked, "who locked me in the freezer?"
"Well I thought you would keep better in there, but you were dead at the time so." Quatre said stepping back from Heero.
"Aa, so this is yours," Heero said holding out three empty containers of Hagendas ice cream.
"No! you ate them all!" Quatre wailed, "no fair, I hardly had any!"
"THREE! YOU HAD THREE!" Trowa yelled, "You know I love Hagendas!"
"Well I had originaly bought them for everyone but, well, they were just so good and no one else really goes to the freezer." Quatre stopped talking seeing that Trowa wasn't cooling down at all.
"Next time, I'm going to go shopping with you!" Trowa said, leveling his gaze on the blonde boy. Quatre just nodded and swallowed.
The four boys went back up stairs Trowa carrying the unconsious Wufei. Heero had draped his wings around his body like a great cloak of light. They lay Wufei on the couch and sat down, Trowa had asked what had triggered the transformation.
"I think it has been mainly because of Duo, being an angel he weakened the bindings of the seal and with Damon's murder attempt it tore the last of the binding away. The Seal had been gone over 4000 years ago, it was just the binding holding me prisoner." Heero was neither happy nor sad, he just explained the transformation as though debriefing a mission.
Although it seemed emotionless Trowa could see an over all softening of Heero/Samael's deameanor. Of course it wasn't like the angel of Battle was ever one of the warm and touchy personalities either.
Wufei came to and noticed the other three talking, Heero would glance at the doorways every now and then as though looking for something, not seeing it he would look back to Trowa and Quat.
Heero's wings were beautiful, they still shone with the radiance of the sun but Quatre's eyes seemed to have adjusted to it. "Why are they so white?" Quatre thought out loud.
"Hn?" Trowa asked.
"Heero's wings, they are so white, so brilliant!" Quatre said blushing.
"You are wondering about the tarnish?" Trowa asked, feeling a little jealous that Quat would think so highly of Heero's wings.
"Yeah, I mean Trowa your wing's aren't nearly as big or white, they look dirty compaired to Heero's." Quatre reached out and touched the tip of one of Heero's feathers. The wings vanished and it seemed as though the house had been plunged into darkness.
"Do not touch my wings!" Heero's voice was like molten iron, "they are not for you to touch!"
"But Trowa let me touch his!" Quatre whined.
Heero gave Trowa a weighing glance, Trowa went scarlet but he nodded. "Aa, I see."
"You see what?" Quatre asked, wondering what the two quite boys were talking about, and always without saying a word.
"Trowa will tell you when he wants to." Heero said a smile touching his face.
"Tell me what?" Quatre asked a little exasperated.
"________" The two angels just smirked.
Quatre threw his hands into the air, he knew that look. He would get blood from a stone faster than an answer from either of those two. So instead Quatre started to make dinner for the four of them, "You guys want anything special to eat?" Quatre asked.
"Just you," Trowa said under his breath, Heero laughed and Trowa went red, //Heero wasn't supposed to have heard that!//
After a light dinner and the dishes were done Quatre sat down across from Heero and looked at him, waiting.
"What?" Heero asked after a few minutes.
"Nothing I was just wondering something." Quat answered.
"Well, What is it? You can't touch my wings if that's what you are wanting." Heero watched Quatre closely.
"Not that, I was thinking about their colour. I mean did you not kill or seal any angels? You've killed as a man. It just doesn't seem that your wings should be as white as they are." Quatre finished.
Heero choked on his drink at Quat's comment. "Well there are reasons for that."
"Well can you explain?" Quatre asked
Heero shifted in his chair, looking at the doors into the room, //Where is he?// he thought.
Trowa thought that Heero wasn't comfortable telling it so he started. "Well Quat, Heero or Samael rather was the Arch Angel of Battle, He..." Trow went silent at a sharp look from Heero.
"It is my story, I think I know it best!" Heero got up from the table and went to the living room. Trowa and Quat following.
Trowa and Quatre sat on a couch beside each other Heero sat in his oversized recliner and tried to get comfortable. No matter how he shifted though it just didn't feel right. //It's not the chair, it's the lack of Duo trying to sit beside you in it!// Heero thought.
Heero got out of the chair and paced the room instead. //Where is that boy, he never misses dinner.// Heero had something nagging at the back of his mind but he couldn't remember what it was.
Heero started into his story, Wufei, Trowa and Quat listening intently to it. He decided to start at the begining. "I was and am the archangel of battle, God created my to know how to make war, I was made to kill. Michael was also part of Gods armies, but he too a planning and defensive role. I was battle leader, I was the first on and the last out."
"Since the beging I have fought and killed, I was the second of the angels God created, Lucifer being the first. Lucifer was made with all the beauty of heaven, I was made with all the knowledge of death, destruction and war. Where Lucifer became prince of the morning, I was the lord of the shadows. Unlike the other angels, my wings were black, blacker than the night, when light shone on them they seemed to glisten, God thought it beautiful, and created the stars useing my wings as his guide. Unlike the angels created after me my wings became brighter and softer as I killed. I was made for battle, a tool of destruction, the other angels were made to sing Gods praise, I was to instil the fear of God in hearts."
"Made for battle, made only to kill?" Quatre wiped at a tear on his face, pain and sorrow thickened his voice, "how crule."
Heero laughed. "Not cruel, Kind, I was an angel God had allowed to become more beautiful by destroying, all angels protect, many are set to punish, fewer still to destroy, but only I was allowed to become more beautiful by fulfilling God's will. I have no limits to my beauty, I could have even surpassed Lucifer, the most beautiful of angels." Heero stretched his wings out again, unfolding from his back they touched the walls of the large living room, bathing everything in a glorious light.
"When I fight for God or my love." Heero quickly refolded them as Quatre tried to touch them again, Trowa had grabbed the blonde pilots hand before he had gotten within a foot of them though. "My wings grow more raidiant." Heero watched to see that Quatre would not try to touch his wings again.
"It was for my best friend that my wings now radiate light like the garments of God. Killel, my angel of emotion, the archangel of power." Heero's wings had again stretched out, as though he was unconcous of their movements, they Bathed the room on light and to Quatre it seemed as though they were standing on the surface of the sun. Heero saw something move by the back door and was there before Quatre could blink. He grabbed hold of something as it made a dive into the bush.
Heero brought out a boy, he looked to be about 10 years old, the boy was squirming and kicking to get loose. "Let me down you oaf!" the kid shouted trying to kick Heero in the shin.
"Oaf am I?" Heero gave the boy a shake by the scruff of the neck, "I'm not the fool that got caught trying to hid in a bush!"
Trowa and Quatre arrived in the next instant and saw who it was that Heero held. "Akito!" Quatre shouted grabbing the boy from out of Heero's fist.
"You know him?" Heero asked
"Yes, he is trying to help us find Duo!" Quatre said, Heero's eyes grew large and Quatre covered his mouth, //BAKA! now Heero knows Duo is missing, oh you sure are the brains today!// Quatre was mentaly kicking himself.
"He is missing! He had given up being shinigami, or he was going too, so that would make him seriphim at least, unless he is still sealed, so his aura would be detectable. I will go to heaven, my angel of emotion will surley be able to find some one that exudes as much aura and emotion as Duo." Heero shook his head smiling ruefully, "I'm surprised that Killel hasn't come to me yet, surely he felt my powers released from bondage."
Heero opened his wings, slashing the air with them a portal of light opened, Heero turned to Trowa, "I will go to Killel, he will find Duo for me, although how he will like me having..." Heero let the portal close at the look on Quatre's face, the fact that Trowa's face seemed to resemble a rock didn't help matters.
"What!?" Heero said, his voice demanded an answer, Trowa could feel the desire to speak, and speak quickly.
"Duo is unsealed battle cheif." Akito said, bowing low both knees his head touching the ground. Akito looked up, startled to see he had spoken, but at the look in Heero's eyes his mouth fell open and he continued with the explaination. "Killel is Duo!"
The silence that followed that statment was deafening. no one spoke for fear of what Heero would say. Heero stared at Akito the young angel could feel the sweat rolling down his face, he knew who Heero was now, and Samael had never been known for his forgivness, unless you were Killel.
Akito felt Heero penetrate into his mind, a second was all it took but it felt like a year to the boy. Heero delved Akito's mind reading everything of what the boy knew. After another second Heero looked for something else, even a spark of treason towards Killel and this young angel would now nothing but pain for a thousand millenia. All Heero found was unwavering loyalty.
"Akito you have stayed true, I wuld have you back in my service, if you wish it." Heero waited until the boy nodded, thien turned and walked back into the house.
"What was that all about?" Quatre asked Trowa.
Heero spun on his heels, not quite through the doors, in the time it took to think Heero had drove his fist into Quatre's stomach. The arab doubled over and passed out.
Trowa's wings flashed out, throwing Heero away form the smaller pilot, he steped between Heero and the prone form of his love, ready to die to protect him.
Akito looked startled for an instand but then he too was on the edge of violence, his wings out with a katana in hand. "Enough! Trowa take Quatre to a room and heal him," Heero's voice was commanding and Trowa found he had obeyed before he had even thought.
Laying Quatre out on the bed Trowa noticed blood where Heero had punched his young love. Carefully Trowa took Quatre's shirt off, wincing he could see that the boy's stomach was already black and blue from brusing, the blood came from a small peice of skin that had been torn off. it was where Quatre's birth mark had been. Trowa touched Quat's stomach with delicate hands sending some energy to speed up the healing.
Quatre's eyes flickered then opened, he glanced down to see Trowa's hands resting on his stomach, eyes closed. "Trowa, taking advantage of me when you think I am unconcious, how do you live with yourself?!" Quatre smirked at the face Trowa made. Quatre laughed at his joke but winced at the pain it caused. //Dammit Heero what the hell did you punch me for!//
"Well looks like you'll be fine," Trowa wiped a bead of sweat on Quatre's face, "What's the matter?"
"Light!" Quatre gasped, pain flooded his body, it seemed to fill him to bursting, he arched up as though some one were lifting him by his navel, his heels and head remained on the bed, but just barly. The room seemed to vanisih in the blinding light that filled his eyes. Trowa watched horrified as his lovers body arched up, Quatre screaming pain.
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"What's going on up there?" Akito asked Heero as they came into the kitchen.
"I tore his seal off." Heero said, pouring a glass of water and another for Akito, "I sealed him in the first battle, so I just unsealed him, now we won't have to worry about explaining every detail."
Akito stared at Heero. //oh, I just tore the seal off, thats like saying I just asended to being an arch angel.// Akito knew that Samael had been strong, but to be able to unseal someone, that was next to impossible.
The screaming just seemed to get louder and Heero told Akito that he was going out for a while, there was something that he needed to get.
In half an hour Heero hadn't returned but Quatre's screaming had stopped. After a few more minutes Akito heard steps coming down the stairs, Trowa came in shortly after, carrying a rather pale and limp Quatre. "Where is Heero?" Quatre asked wincing at the remaining pain. //I am going to gut him and see how he likes feeling like his insides are being pulled out of his belly button.//
The front door shut and Heero came into the kitchen with a grocery bag, "I'm here."
"YOU JERK! Do you have any idea how painful that was!" Quatre lunged at Heero meaning to hit him, but Heero simple tripped the pale boy into a shair and droped the bag onto the table.
Heero pulled out five little tubs of Hagendas ice cream, "to say sorry."
Quatre's eyes went wide, "FORGIVEN!" he said, grabbing the first tub and opening it, Trowa just shook his head and handed his lover a spoon.
Chapter: 3
Author: Bard of Dellenfel
Disclaimer: talk about a downer, always having to remind everyone that 'no the Gundam boys ain't mine.'
Warnings: AU, OOC Shounen Ai sorta
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Duo sat in limbo, flashes of all of his lives passing before his eyes, he had never really noticed the similarity between them all. He was born, rich, poor, middle class, it didn't matter, at 3 or 4 he lost his parents, abandond and alone he roamed the streets, until his reawakining at 6. In all of the 8000 years of his sealed existance he had only had a few friends that he had let close to him, and every time they died.
8000 years of false emotions, trying to feel, those few times that he thought that he had almost felt for some one, but then they were killed and his chance was gone. It was no use, when Samael had been sealed the reason for feeling had been locked away, possibly forever.
Duo had had many names, but he felt that Duo suited him best, a dual personality. The one everyone saw, laughing, crying, getting mad and the real one, emotions sliding off as though they were water on a ducks back. He had wished that he could have felt for Heero, He thought that he had been the closest with Heero, but again Heero was taken. And Duo still looked for his Samael.
A cry brought Duo back from his memories. Duo sat up in the tree that he was hiding in, watching the warriors of Ganth prepared for battle. They were all still young, untouched by 8000 years. They had fought everyday in this realm, Limbo, training for the coming of their lords.
Duo watched as the boys and girls prepared their weapons, most of them looked no older than 13 many were still 10 or younger, but all seemed ready for battle, the Girls polishing their willowy bows, the boys their swords and battle axes. There were a few war hammers and Duo saw the odd short scythe, A weapon similar to his except the handle was only 3 feet rather than his of 6 feet.
A new sound played across the field and Duo turned to look at what made the sound. At the edge of the battle field a mass of grey and white demons had gathered, their weapons were beautiful and cruel looking, and he could see the thirst for human flesh in the demon hordes' eyes.
In the camp of warrior children the captain of battle raised his arm, a katana in his fist, he shouted "For the glory of God, by the strength of Ganth, For the praise of Samael and the love of Killel"
The shout was taken up by all of the host and Duo shivered at the bloodlust that danced in the air. The Host of warriors charged to meet the enemy, they went to bring honour to their masters, to Him and Samael.
The Girls arrows flew into the ranks of the demons and flamed like lightning as they struck their targets. The boys spread out along the lines of the horde, cutting into the ranks as though the skill of the demons were nothing more than a baby at play. The boys seemed to dance in a shower of demon blood, they reveled in the thrill of battle and called out to Samael and Killel, beseaching them to come to them to witness their battle prowess.
Duo felt a tugging of his soul then, as though his body wanted to answer that call. He had loved these children once, they were street urchins, abandoned by society and left to die. Samael had surprised him, over 8000 years ago now. Samael had built a city and brought all the children over 8, those with out families and he had taught them how to fight, Duo had given them power and the desire to fight. The city of children had been their home as much as it was the orphans home. But Lucifer had destroyed the city and killed the children, after only a few years of its begining.
Again Duo felt the tugging in his soul, the desire to go out to his children and fight beside them, but he remained hidden and calculated their skill. It was great, the horde had outnumbered the warrior children 8 to 1 but the numbers seemed to be almost 4 to 1 now. The tugging in his soul became a demanding throb in his very heart and Duo decided to join the fight.
Duo took up his long scythe and lept from the tree, landing at the edge of the field he strode into the battle. Stripped to the waist like the other children he readied his scythe, when his stance was set he shouted.
In a voice that seemed to drain the very will to live; a battle cry rolled across the field. The blood of the waring children ran cold and the demon horde quailed in fear. All eyes turned to the creator of the cry. Recognition dawned on the faces of child and demon alike, and the differances were vast.
The children cheered and danced the demons shook in fear. "Killel has returned, he has heard our call!" came the cheering of the children. The sun glistened on Duo's sweat covered torso, it danced along the black blade of deaths' scythe. There was no feeling in his eye though and both demon and child worried at the sight. Duo's grin was enough that many on the field lost control of their bladers and fear was struck deep into the demons.
The sky seemed to go black as Duo's wings sprang from his back, the went out wide spanning 60 feet. They soaked up the light of the day and the will to live from all who saw them. Duo charged the demon horde and the violence that ensued was like none the children had ever whitnessed, no quarter was given, everything fled before Duo's scythe.
The young warriors took heart from seeing their lord fighting with them and followed him into the heart of the enemy, killing all that stood or moved infront of them. As the last demon fell Duo absorbed his wings, the light of the day returned and the children felt warmth return to their bodies.
"Victory!" they chanted, they picked Duo up and carried him to their camp on their shoulders, chanting all the way.
As they entered their camp Duo called for a meeting and gathered the leader of the host to the main tent to plan battle.
"You have had eight millennia to train and hone your skills, skills that Samael taught you. Now you will be put to the test, I call you to battle, to fight the minnions of the damned." there was silence after Duo stopped speaking. "Will you fight?"
A cheer went up from all those that were gathered there and they left quickly to ready the others. Duo nodded to himself, //it begins, I will take the head of Damon, and spit in the eye of Lucifer.//
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Quatre stared at Trowa, "what do you mean a 'sealed one'?" he asked. He had regained concousness after a minute or so, and was still a little dizzy.
"I mean you. You were sealed in the battle of heaven, but it was before the last battle, I can sense your seal but I don't know who sealed you." Trowa thought for a while, "probably Killel or Duo I mean, that would explain why you are still sealed."
"Really!" Quatre wondered what his wings might look like, "I'm an angel!"
"It's not surprising really, most people with a gift have a link to heaven. The greater the gift the more likely that they were an angel." Trowa smirked at Quatre's stunned expression.
"Have you ever felt that you had been alive a lot longer than your 15 years or so?" Trowa asked
Quatre nodded, "Does that mean that Wufei is an angel too?"
"No I think he is a demi-god or perhaps a arnel." Trowa answered. Quatre looked a little confused so Trowa explained. "An arnel is similar to an angel the main differance is that they don't have wings. They are usually used for some of the simplier but very daunting tasks."
"Why would you think that Wufei is an arnel, can you picture him doing some simple task?" Quatre pictured Wufei polishing the rubies of the gates of heaven and laughed to himself.
"Well arnels are on the whole stuborn, ornery, although they are very dedicated to the tasks set for them. They rely on mental and physical strength and scoff at those that are weak in spirit." Quatre started to nod, he could see why Trowa thought that Wufei was an arnel.
"I guess that does sound like Wufei," Quatre snickered.
"What sounds like me?" came the Chinese pilots voice from the door. Wufei walked into the living room of the large house to see what Trowa and Quat had been talking about.
"Oh nothing." Quatre said quickly.
"Trowa why are you half naked?" Wufei asked glancing at Trowa's exposed chest, and the ripped shirt on the floor.
"Trowa and I were um just," Quatre started.
Wufei plugged his ears, "not you too! first Duo and Heero now you guys are going at it! Am I the only sane one left?" Trowa turned a deep red and Wufei shook his head. "Am I the only one not getting any!?"
Quatre burst out laughing tears coming to his eyes, "we weren't doing that" Quatre was blushing too, "although, Trowa I think I will be needing a shower a little later, wanna come?"
Trowa stared at Quatre, Wufei's mind brought up a picture of Trowa and Quat in the shower together and ended up getting a noise bleed.
He ran from the room taking a few tissues to stop the bleeding.
"I thought that we were keeping this a secret!" Trowa said.
"We were, but teasing him is too much fun!" Quatre laughed, falling into his lovers arms. Trowa hugged his little lover close as he noticed the tears of joy changed.
"What's wrong little one?" Trowa asked, holding the smaller boy tight to him.
"I'm afraid," Quatre whispered into Trowa's chest.
"It'll be alright, Duo was Killel, but he is still Duo, we haven't lost him. Even if all of Killel returns he will still remember his past lives. he will remember us." Quatre put his arms around his friend and held onto him tighter.
Trowa ran soothing fingers through Quatre's hair as he hummed him a song that he had learned in the heavenly choir. The song was interupted by someone screaming downstairs.
"Heero!" They said together. Both boys ran to the basement to find Wufei under Heero's lifeless body. "Get him off, get him off!" Wufei yelled.
Quatre picked Heero's body up and carried him back into the freezer, Trowa picked the Chinese pilot up off the floor. "What happened to Heero!?" Wufei asked.
"You want the long story of the short?" Trowa questioned.
"Short!" Wufei answered, turning he picked up his spoon that he had dropped.
"What's that for?" Trowa asked.
"Eh? Oh nothing," Wufei answered slipping the spoon into his pocket.
"Ahhh, so you're the thief!" Quatre shouted.
" Kisama! What are you acusing me of" Wufei turned on Quatre.
"My Hagendas! you're the one that has been eating it!" Quatre shouted back. Advancing of the other pilot, all of a sudden Trowa was in front of him.
"You had Hagendas!?" Trowa's eyes glinted, "You never told me you had Hagendas!"
"Ah, well that is to say that, ummm, I..." Quatre backed to the wall as his lover advanced on him. Quatre saw Wufei smirking behind Trowa. "The story, Wufei needs to here what's happened!" Quatre said quickly.
Trowa stopped, "You're right." He said.
Quatre breathed a sigh of relief, "But don't think that you are of the hook my little Koi!" Trowa glanced at Quatre, who shivered.
//I'm gonna get it now// Quat thought.
Trowa and Quatre filled Wufei in on all that had happened so far, but is a simplified version. Trowa had to show his wings again before Wufei would completely belive them, his jaw dropping at the sight of them.
"Amazing!" was all that Wufei seemed to be able to say for a while.
"So what now?" Quatre asked
"We wait I guess, Akito said he had busness in Heaven so he was going to go to talk with Michael and see what they are planning." Trowa was a little nervious, one always was when dealing with God's top angel.
"What about Heero then?" Wufei asked finally thinking of something to say. "why is his body healing, is he an angel too?"
"I'm not really sure, He might be but if he were sealed then he would have died, and just been reborn." Trowa had been thinking about it for a while and still couldn't settle his mind about it. "And I've never felt a seal in him, so I can't see that he is an angel."
"So Killel or Duo was sealed by God?" Wufei asked
"Yeah," Trowa answered
"What would have happened if Michael had sealed him?" Wufei continued.
"....." Trowa made to answer but couldn't.
"well what happened to the Cherubim or Seraphim when they were sealed by one of their peers?" Quat asked.
"Their seals were bound seals, which is different in that it can only be dissolved if it is interfeered with by another angel or...." Trowa looked pole axed, //why didn't I think of it before!// "or a demi-god."
Trowa and the other two jumped as the house shook violently. "What the hell was that?" Wufei asked.
"It came from the basement." Quatre said, the three ran downstairs again quickly. As they got there they saw the freezer shaking with each of the huge vibrations and noise. Quatre reached out to open the door but Trowa pulled him back. The Door burst off it's hinges and crashed into the wall thirty feet away.
The Basement was filled with a blinding light. It came from the now open freezer. It was as though they were standing on the surface of the sun. From inside the freezer walked the source of the light, an angel.
This angel though was unlike any that Quatre had seen yet. The wings filled the basement and they were not extended to their limit, They shone with a golden light that radiated power and strength. Quatre had to sheild his eyes, in this way he made out the face of the angel.
"HEERO!" Quatre yelled running forward he embraced the other boy. "You are an angel, and your alive!"
"Quatre," Trowa spoke in a voice filled with awe. "That's Samael!"
The room grew brighter as Samael/Heero spread his wings and hugged his friend back. "I'm Heero, Samael is what I was, but even then I was still Heero." There was a dull thud as Wufei passed out and hit the floor.
Trowa looked at the unconsious boy and Heero asked, "who locked me in the freezer?"
"Well I thought you would keep better in there, but you were dead at the time so." Quatre said stepping back from Heero.
"Aa, so this is yours," Heero said holding out three empty containers of Hagendas ice cream.
"No! you ate them all!" Quatre wailed, "no fair, I hardly had any!"
"THREE! YOU HAD THREE!" Trowa yelled, "You know I love Hagendas!"
"Well I had originaly bought them for everyone but, well, they were just so good and no one else really goes to the freezer." Quatre stopped talking seeing that Trowa wasn't cooling down at all.
"Next time, I'm going to go shopping with you!" Trowa said, leveling his gaze on the blonde boy. Quatre just nodded and swallowed.
The four boys went back up stairs Trowa carrying the unconsious Wufei. Heero had draped his wings around his body like a great cloak of light. They lay Wufei on the couch and sat down, Trowa had asked what had triggered the transformation.
"I think it has been mainly because of Duo, being an angel he weakened the bindings of the seal and with Damon's murder attempt it tore the last of the binding away. The Seal had been gone over 4000 years ago, it was just the binding holding me prisoner." Heero was neither happy nor sad, he just explained the transformation as though debriefing a mission.
Although it seemed emotionless Trowa could see an over all softening of Heero/Samael's deameanor. Of course it wasn't like the angel of Battle was ever one of the warm and touchy personalities either.
Wufei came to and noticed the other three talking, Heero would glance at the doorways every now and then as though looking for something, not seeing it he would look back to Trowa and Quat.
Heero's wings were beautiful, they still shone with the radiance of the sun but Quatre's eyes seemed to have adjusted to it. "Why are they so white?" Quatre thought out loud.
"Hn?" Trowa asked.
"Heero's wings, they are so white, so brilliant!" Quatre said blushing.
"You are wondering about the tarnish?" Trowa asked, feeling a little jealous that Quat would think so highly of Heero's wings.
"Yeah, I mean Trowa your wing's aren't nearly as big or white, they look dirty compaired to Heero's." Quatre reached out and touched the tip of one of Heero's feathers. The wings vanished and it seemed as though the house had been plunged into darkness.
"Do not touch my wings!" Heero's voice was like molten iron, "they are not for you to touch!"
"But Trowa let me touch his!" Quatre whined.
Heero gave Trowa a weighing glance, Trowa went scarlet but he nodded. "Aa, I see."
"You see what?" Quatre asked, wondering what the two quite boys were talking about, and always without saying a word.
"Trowa will tell you when he wants to." Heero said a smile touching his face.
"Tell me what?" Quatre asked a little exasperated.
"________" The two angels just smirked.
Quatre threw his hands into the air, he knew that look. He would get blood from a stone faster than an answer from either of those two. So instead Quatre started to make dinner for the four of them, "You guys want anything special to eat?" Quatre asked.
"Just you," Trowa said under his breath, Heero laughed and Trowa went red, //Heero wasn't supposed to have heard that!//
After a light dinner and the dishes were done Quatre sat down across from Heero and looked at him, waiting.
"What?" Heero asked after a few minutes.
"Nothing I was just wondering something." Quat answered.
"Well, What is it? You can't touch my wings if that's what you are wanting." Heero watched Quatre closely.
"Not that, I was thinking about their colour. I mean did you not kill or seal any angels? You've killed as a man. It just doesn't seem that your wings should be as white as they are." Quatre finished.
Heero choked on his drink at Quat's comment. "Well there are reasons for that."
"Well can you explain?" Quatre asked
Heero shifted in his chair, looking at the doors into the room, //Where is he?// he thought.
Trowa thought that Heero wasn't comfortable telling it so he started. "Well Quat, Heero or Samael rather was the Arch Angel of Battle, He..." Trow went silent at a sharp look from Heero.
"It is my story, I think I know it best!" Heero got up from the table and went to the living room. Trowa and Quat following.
Trowa and Quatre sat on a couch beside each other Heero sat in his oversized recliner and tried to get comfortable. No matter how he shifted though it just didn't feel right. //It's not the chair, it's the lack of Duo trying to sit beside you in it!// Heero thought.
Heero got out of the chair and paced the room instead. //Where is that boy, he never misses dinner.// Heero had something nagging at the back of his mind but he couldn't remember what it was.
Heero started into his story, Wufei, Trowa and Quat listening intently to it. He decided to start at the begining. "I was and am the archangel of battle, God created my to know how to make war, I was made to kill. Michael was also part of Gods armies, but he too a planning and defensive role. I was battle leader, I was the first on and the last out."
"Since the beging I have fought and killed, I was the second of the angels God created, Lucifer being the first. Lucifer was made with all the beauty of heaven, I was made with all the knowledge of death, destruction and war. Where Lucifer became prince of the morning, I was the lord of the shadows. Unlike the other angels, my wings were black, blacker than the night, when light shone on them they seemed to glisten, God thought it beautiful, and created the stars useing my wings as his guide. Unlike the angels created after me my wings became brighter and softer as I killed. I was made for battle, a tool of destruction, the other angels were made to sing Gods praise, I was to instil the fear of God in hearts."
"Made for battle, made only to kill?" Quatre wiped at a tear on his face, pain and sorrow thickened his voice, "how crule."
Heero laughed. "Not cruel, Kind, I was an angel God had allowed to become more beautiful by destroying, all angels protect, many are set to punish, fewer still to destroy, but only I was allowed to become more beautiful by fulfilling God's will. I have no limits to my beauty, I could have even surpassed Lucifer, the most beautiful of angels." Heero stretched his wings out again, unfolding from his back they touched the walls of the large living room, bathing everything in a glorious light.
"When I fight for God or my love." Heero quickly refolded them as Quatre tried to touch them again, Trowa had grabbed the blonde pilots hand before he had gotten within a foot of them though. "My wings grow more raidiant." Heero watched to see that Quatre would not try to touch his wings again.
"It was for my best friend that my wings now radiate light like the garments of God. Killel, my angel of emotion, the archangel of power." Heero's wings had again stretched out, as though he was unconcous of their movements, they Bathed the room on light and to Quatre it seemed as though they were standing on the surface of the sun. Heero saw something move by the back door and was there before Quatre could blink. He grabbed hold of something as it made a dive into the bush.
Heero brought out a boy, he looked to be about 10 years old, the boy was squirming and kicking to get loose. "Let me down you oaf!" the kid shouted trying to kick Heero in the shin.
"Oaf am I?" Heero gave the boy a shake by the scruff of the neck, "I'm not the fool that got caught trying to hid in a bush!"
Trowa and Quatre arrived in the next instant and saw who it was that Heero held. "Akito!" Quatre shouted grabbing the boy from out of Heero's fist.
"You know him?" Heero asked
"Yes, he is trying to help us find Duo!" Quatre said, Heero's eyes grew large and Quatre covered his mouth, //BAKA! now Heero knows Duo is missing, oh you sure are the brains today!// Quatre was mentaly kicking himself.
"He is missing! He had given up being shinigami, or he was going too, so that would make him seriphim at least, unless he is still sealed, so his aura would be detectable. I will go to heaven, my angel of emotion will surley be able to find some one that exudes as much aura and emotion as Duo." Heero shook his head smiling ruefully, "I'm surprised that Killel hasn't come to me yet, surely he felt my powers released from bondage."
Heero opened his wings, slashing the air with them a portal of light opened, Heero turned to Trowa, "I will go to Killel, he will find Duo for me, although how he will like me having..." Heero let the portal close at the look on Quatre's face, the fact that Trowa's face seemed to resemble a rock didn't help matters.
"What!?" Heero said, his voice demanded an answer, Trowa could feel the desire to speak, and speak quickly.
"Duo is unsealed battle cheif." Akito said, bowing low both knees his head touching the ground. Akito looked up, startled to see he had spoken, but at the look in Heero's eyes his mouth fell open and he continued with the explaination. "Killel is Duo!"
The silence that followed that statment was deafening. no one spoke for fear of what Heero would say. Heero stared at Akito the young angel could feel the sweat rolling down his face, he knew who Heero was now, and Samael had never been known for his forgivness, unless you were Killel.
Akito felt Heero penetrate into his mind, a second was all it took but it felt like a year to the boy. Heero delved Akito's mind reading everything of what the boy knew. After another second Heero looked for something else, even a spark of treason towards Killel and this young angel would now nothing but pain for a thousand millenia. All Heero found was unwavering loyalty.
"Akito you have stayed true, I wuld have you back in my service, if you wish it." Heero waited until the boy nodded, thien turned and walked back into the house.
"What was that all about?" Quatre asked Trowa.
Heero spun on his heels, not quite through the doors, in the time it took to think Heero had drove his fist into Quatre's stomach. The arab doubled over and passed out.
Trowa's wings flashed out, throwing Heero away form the smaller pilot, he steped between Heero and the prone form of his love, ready to die to protect him.
Akito looked startled for an instand but then he too was on the edge of violence, his wings out with a katana in hand. "Enough! Trowa take Quatre to a room and heal him," Heero's voice was commanding and Trowa found he had obeyed before he had even thought.
Laying Quatre out on the bed Trowa noticed blood where Heero had punched his young love. Carefully Trowa took Quatre's shirt off, wincing he could see that the boy's stomach was already black and blue from brusing, the blood came from a small peice of skin that had been torn off. it was where Quatre's birth mark had been. Trowa touched Quat's stomach with delicate hands sending some energy to speed up the healing.
Quatre's eyes flickered then opened, he glanced down to see Trowa's hands resting on his stomach, eyes closed. "Trowa, taking advantage of me when you think I am unconcious, how do you live with yourself?!" Quatre smirked at the face Trowa made. Quatre laughed at his joke but winced at the pain it caused. //Dammit Heero what the hell did you punch me for!//
"Well looks like you'll be fine," Trowa wiped a bead of sweat on Quatre's face, "What's the matter?"
"Light!" Quatre gasped, pain flooded his body, it seemed to fill him to bursting, he arched up as though some one were lifting him by his navel, his heels and head remained on the bed, but just barly. The room seemed to vanisih in the blinding light that filled his eyes. Trowa watched horrified as his lovers body arched up, Quatre screaming pain.
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"What's going on up there?" Akito asked Heero as they came into the kitchen.
"I tore his seal off." Heero said, pouring a glass of water and another for Akito, "I sealed him in the first battle, so I just unsealed him, now we won't have to worry about explaining every detail."
Akito stared at Heero. //oh, I just tore the seal off, thats like saying I just asended to being an arch angel.// Akito knew that Samael had been strong, but to be able to unseal someone, that was next to impossible.
The screaming just seemed to get louder and Heero told Akito that he was going out for a while, there was something that he needed to get.
In half an hour Heero hadn't returned but Quatre's screaming had stopped. After a few more minutes Akito heard steps coming down the stairs, Trowa came in shortly after, carrying a rather pale and limp Quatre. "Where is Heero?" Quatre asked wincing at the remaining pain. //I am going to gut him and see how he likes feeling like his insides are being pulled out of his belly button.//
The front door shut and Heero came into the kitchen with a grocery bag, "I'm here."
"YOU JERK! Do you have any idea how painful that was!" Quatre lunged at Heero meaning to hit him, but Heero simple tripped the pale boy into a shair and droped the bag onto the table.
Heero pulled out five little tubs of Hagendas ice cream, "to say sorry."
Quatre's eyes went wide, "FORGIVEN!" he said, grabbing the first tub and opening it, Trowa just shook his head and handed his lover a spoon.
