My, my, it has been a long time hasn't it? I am terribly sorry for the long
wait. School has started so I won't be able to update as much. (Not like I
do much better in the summer) I cleared up some of the typos in the last
chapter ::pats self on back:: (not like you care)
Thanks to all who reviewed. It is always greatly appreciated.
So you guys don't want Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei to die eh? hmmm... read on and find out!
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Warning-yaoi, angst, slight Heero bastardation Mostly Duo POV because I couldn't really think about what Shinigami would say to stuff.
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4 days after Duo finds out he has wings....
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Duo sighed heavily, tears threatening to fall down his paling cheeks. What he wouldn't do to get back to the mortal world. Duo felt like he could even bear to see Heero again after what he did with Relena. Heero must love her, but then why did he kiss me?
He looked out the window onto the landscape for answers. He could see pretty far now and he was quite surprised with what he saw. It was like the mortal world on Earth but everything seemed to have a black tint to it and a dark fog always seemed to linger. Duo thought it was interesting and shamefully admitted it that he wouldn't mind living here. Duo tried pushing his thoughts away from the landscape and back to Heero, but he didn't feel like ever thinking about Heero because when he did all he saw were images of Heero accompanied by Relena right there by his side.
He turned and sat down on a stool in front of a lavish mirror on a dresser. Carved on the wood were beautiful symbols that Duo felt like he knew what they meant but just couldn't place them from anywhere. He slowly turned up to look into the mirror. His skin had paled several hues and his eyes were a darker violet.
The wings in his back were threatening to break through anytime soon. It had already been five days and every day the pain got worse. He would wake up in the middle of the night twitching and writhing in pain, almost ripping the sheets, which he gripped tightly. He tried not to scream, but it was very difficult. He could do nothing as Shinigami continued his sweet, caressing, torture. At least it felt better than the pain.
A head with a pair of stoning black-red eyes snaked over his black-clad shoulder and rested there, peering into Duo's darkened, amethyst depths through the mirror. Duo had gotten used to Shinigami now. He wouldn't admit it to himself but he enjoyed it when Shinigami touched him. He didn't know what he felt, but it was different then when Heero had kissed him. He didn't know why or how, but he felt himself slipping into Shinigami's alluring touch.
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They had searched frantically for him over the last few days and nothing had come up. Quatre was on the brink of tears again. Trowa was trying to comfort him. Wufei paced back and forth. Even though he found Duo aggravating and annoying, the loss of Duo's happy presence was a hard hit.
Relena had decided to stay for a couple of days while they were searching for Duo. Heero knew that Duo had seen Relena and him and he was glad that Duo finally knew that he was not his. He didn't know that this was the effect it would have on him. Duo was acting like a child who couldn't get what he wanted. It was completely and totally not his fault. He had no idea that Duo would have run away so easily from the truth.
"How can he have just disappeared in thin air?" Quatre asked to no one in particular. He and Trowa were lounging on the couches while Wufei sat on the ground across the coffee table from them. Heero and Relena were sitting in the love seat in the corner.
"It seems like he was just swallowed up by a hole in the ground." said an exasperated Wufei. It was already very late, far past one o'clock in the morning. We've filed a missing persons report, but there are just so many that it could take them a year down at the precinct to get around to it, there are just so many."
"Yeah, they're pretty useless to us right now." Trowa acquiesced.
Heero's thoughts were lost upon the matter. He had absolutely no idea where Duo was or why he was still there.
"We can only hope and wait I suppose, although I've never had much faith in both of those matters." Trowa said into the now silent room.
"Yes, that is all we can do right now," consented Wufei.
"We ought to get some sleep, there is no point depriving ourselves of it when we know we can't do anything." Everyone silently acquiesced to Quatre's advice by slowly gathering themselves and heading for the staircase.
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Shinigami sat alone in his still room. He could tell that Duo was slowly succumbing to him and would soon be a complete demon, but first there were a couple of things to take care of before Duo drank the immortal potion that would seal and bind his fate to the Underworld.
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Duo was glad that Shinigami had left. He really needed to think about things. He couldn't bear watching Quatre, Trowa, Wufei, and, yes, even Heero and Relena die right in front of him. It was too much.
All his life he had never truly had friends except for them. His world wouldn't be worth living for, and, sadly, if he wanted to die he couldn't. If he couldn't go home then at least they could come here. He wouldn't mind being Shinigami's as long as he knew his friends would be alive. He didn't once think what they would see as they would watch everyone else die. But how, how would he be able to get them here? He had no clue as to where you went to go back to the mortal world. There was only one thing he could do. For the first time he willing sought out Shinigami.
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How could he make him his? True, his body was his, but what about his mind. He wanted Duo to need him. He had always got what he wanted, but this proved to be more difficult, but then the answer came knocking on his door, literally.
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Duo knocked on the intricately carved door. He didn't know why he knocked. He could have just walked in, but he tried hard to keep to tradition in the mortal world. It made him feel less like a mistressly-like figure. When did a mistress knock? Duo pushed these thoughts as the doors magically opened. He walked in to find Shinigami lounging on a beautiful couch, his raven hair falling in a pool around him, looking good enough to eat. Shinigami beckoned him to sit down Duo walked towards him with slight hesitation, but then continued on. He had to do this to save his friends. He could feel himself stiffening, however, at the sight of Shinigami.
"You know you don't have to knock."
"Yes."
"So you've finally come to me?"
"...no." Shinigami smirked at this and pulled Duo onto his lap. Duo hardened even more. Shinigami feather light touches were driving him insane. He had the mad desire to ask Shinigami to stop playing games and get serious...Duo was disgusted with himself. Why was he thinking of things like these at a time like this?
A jolt of pain brought him back to reality. It was followed by another jolt. He had constantly been feeling pain for almost a week now. At first it hurt so much that he wanted to die. However, over the last couple of days he had almost grown used to it. This was, however, much worse. He could feel it reverberating through his entire body. Duo's body felt like it was on fire, like white hot coals were being pressed against his skin.
"Ah! It has begun!" Shinigami exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. Duo knew what he was talking about. His wings. He could feel them slowly ripping his skin. Duo couldn't take holding it in anymore. He let out a scream because of the excruciating pain. Blood was coating his back and covering his now loose hair. It was like a red river, flowing all about Duo and onto the beautiful silk of the couch. If they had quickly sprouted out with one large jolt of pain, it wouldn't have been that bad, but this slow pain was horrible. Duo felt like he could feel every cell of his epidermis reluctantly breaking apart. He was slipping in between unconsciousness and consciousness.
Eventually he let himself be swallowed by the painless darkness, without even seeing the black wings on his back, glistening in his blood. He could care less right now.
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Shinigami looked at the wings and smiled. At last. He looked at Duo's now passive face that had earlier been screaming in pain. It was worth it. The wings were pretty large, reaching down to about Duo's thighs when relaxed. Shinigami reached out and a little black box appeared in thin air. He carefully opened the box. A beautiful bead hung on a metal hook. It was twice the size of a quarter and when you looked closer into it you could see mist floating around a beautiful black crystal. Reaching out to gently take the end of Duo's right wing, he heated the metal up and pierced it through at the end of the last black feather. The metal curved around and went through the flesh again, securing it. Just another step to make sure you are mine.
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Well there. You have another installment. If you review, I will be encouraged to continue this fic. So please review
Until next time.
Hotaru
Thanks to all who reviewed. It is always greatly appreciated.
So you guys don't want Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei to die eh? hmmm... read on and find out!
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Warning-yaoi, angst, slight Heero bastardation Mostly Duo POV because I couldn't really think about what Shinigami would say to stuff.
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4 days after Duo finds out he has wings....
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Duo sighed heavily, tears threatening to fall down his paling cheeks. What he wouldn't do to get back to the mortal world. Duo felt like he could even bear to see Heero again after what he did with Relena. Heero must love her, but then why did he kiss me?
He looked out the window onto the landscape for answers. He could see pretty far now and he was quite surprised with what he saw. It was like the mortal world on Earth but everything seemed to have a black tint to it and a dark fog always seemed to linger. Duo thought it was interesting and shamefully admitted it that he wouldn't mind living here. Duo tried pushing his thoughts away from the landscape and back to Heero, but he didn't feel like ever thinking about Heero because when he did all he saw were images of Heero accompanied by Relena right there by his side.
He turned and sat down on a stool in front of a lavish mirror on a dresser. Carved on the wood were beautiful symbols that Duo felt like he knew what they meant but just couldn't place them from anywhere. He slowly turned up to look into the mirror. His skin had paled several hues and his eyes were a darker violet.
The wings in his back were threatening to break through anytime soon. It had already been five days and every day the pain got worse. He would wake up in the middle of the night twitching and writhing in pain, almost ripping the sheets, which he gripped tightly. He tried not to scream, but it was very difficult. He could do nothing as Shinigami continued his sweet, caressing, torture. At least it felt better than the pain.
A head with a pair of stoning black-red eyes snaked over his black-clad shoulder and rested there, peering into Duo's darkened, amethyst depths through the mirror. Duo had gotten used to Shinigami now. He wouldn't admit it to himself but he enjoyed it when Shinigami touched him. He didn't know what he felt, but it was different then when Heero had kissed him. He didn't know why or how, but he felt himself slipping into Shinigami's alluring touch.
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They had searched frantically for him over the last few days and nothing had come up. Quatre was on the brink of tears again. Trowa was trying to comfort him. Wufei paced back and forth. Even though he found Duo aggravating and annoying, the loss of Duo's happy presence was a hard hit.
Relena had decided to stay for a couple of days while they were searching for Duo. Heero knew that Duo had seen Relena and him and he was glad that Duo finally knew that he was not his. He didn't know that this was the effect it would have on him. Duo was acting like a child who couldn't get what he wanted. It was completely and totally not his fault. He had no idea that Duo would have run away so easily from the truth.
"How can he have just disappeared in thin air?" Quatre asked to no one in particular. He and Trowa were lounging on the couches while Wufei sat on the ground across the coffee table from them. Heero and Relena were sitting in the love seat in the corner.
"It seems like he was just swallowed up by a hole in the ground." said an exasperated Wufei. It was already very late, far past one o'clock in the morning. We've filed a missing persons report, but there are just so many that it could take them a year down at the precinct to get around to it, there are just so many."
"Yeah, they're pretty useless to us right now." Trowa acquiesced.
Heero's thoughts were lost upon the matter. He had absolutely no idea where Duo was or why he was still there.
"We can only hope and wait I suppose, although I've never had much faith in both of those matters." Trowa said into the now silent room.
"Yes, that is all we can do right now," consented Wufei.
"We ought to get some sleep, there is no point depriving ourselves of it when we know we can't do anything." Everyone silently acquiesced to Quatre's advice by slowly gathering themselves and heading for the staircase.
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Shinigami sat alone in his still room. He could tell that Duo was slowly succumbing to him and would soon be a complete demon, but first there were a couple of things to take care of before Duo drank the immortal potion that would seal and bind his fate to the Underworld.
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Duo was glad that Shinigami had left. He really needed to think about things. He couldn't bear watching Quatre, Trowa, Wufei, and, yes, even Heero and Relena die right in front of him. It was too much.
All his life he had never truly had friends except for them. His world wouldn't be worth living for, and, sadly, if he wanted to die he couldn't. If he couldn't go home then at least they could come here. He wouldn't mind being Shinigami's as long as he knew his friends would be alive. He didn't once think what they would see as they would watch everyone else die. But how, how would he be able to get them here? He had no clue as to where you went to go back to the mortal world. There was only one thing he could do. For the first time he willing sought out Shinigami.
---
How could he make him his? True, his body was his, but what about his mind. He wanted Duo to need him. He had always got what he wanted, but this proved to be more difficult, but then the answer came knocking on his door, literally.
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Duo knocked on the intricately carved door. He didn't know why he knocked. He could have just walked in, but he tried hard to keep to tradition in the mortal world. It made him feel less like a mistressly-like figure. When did a mistress knock? Duo pushed these thoughts as the doors magically opened. He walked in to find Shinigami lounging on a beautiful couch, his raven hair falling in a pool around him, looking good enough to eat. Shinigami beckoned him to sit down Duo walked towards him with slight hesitation, but then continued on. He had to do this to save his friends. He could feel himself stiffening, however, at the sight of Shinigami.
"You know you don't have to knock."
"Yes."
"So you've finally come to me?"
"...no." Shinigami smirked at this and pulled Duo onto his lap. Duo hardened even more. Shinigami feather light touches were driving him insane. He had the mad desire to ask Shinigami to stop playing games and get serious...Duo was disgusted with himself. Why was he thinking of things like these at a time like this?
A jolt of pain brought him back to reality. It was followed by another jolt. He had constantly been feeling pain for almost a week now. At first it hurt so much that he wanted to die. However, over the last couple of days he had almost grown used to it. This was, however, much worse. He could feel it reverberating through his entire body. Duo's body felt like it was on fire, like white hot coals were being pressed against his skin.
"Ah! It has begun!" Shinigami exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. Duo knew what he was talking about. His wings. He could feel them slowly ripping his skin. Duo couldn't take holding it in anymore. He let out a scream because of the excruciating pain. Blood was coating his back and covering his now loose hair. It was like a red river, flowing all about Duo and onto the beautiful silk of the couch. If they had quickly sprouted out with one large jolt of pain, it wouldn't have been that bad, but this slow pain was horrible. Duo felt like he could feel every cell of his epidermis reluctantly breaking apart. He was slipping in between unconsciousness and consciousness.
Eventually he let himself be swallowed by the painless darkness, without even seeing the black wings on his back, glistening in his blood. He could care less right now.
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Shinigami looked at the wings and smiled. At last. He looked at Duo's now passive face that had earlier been screaming in pain. It was worth it. The wings were pretty large, reaching down to about Duo's thighs when relaxed. Shinigami reached out and a little black box appeared in thin air. He carefully opened the box. A beautiful bead hung on a metal hook. It was twice the size of a quarter and when you looked closer into it you could see mist floating around a beautiful black crystal. Reaching out to gently take the end of Duo's right wing, he heated the metal up and pierced it through at the end of the last black feather. The metal curved around and went through the flesh again, securing it. Just another step to make sure you are mine.
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Well there. You have another installment. If you review, I will be encouraged to continue this fic. So please review
Until next time.
Hotaru