Guardian Angels
It was a tragic accident that claimed the lives of the Gundam pilots. After years of war and terrible bloody battles, their untimely ends seemed almost anti-climactic… How did they die, you ask? Well, it went something like this…
"TROWA!? WHAT DO I DO AFTER I TURN ON THE GAS!?" Heero yelled. For all his great soldier-ness, he wasn't a spectacular cook. He looked at the pot on the stove, then towards the living room where Trowa was sitting at the moment, then back at the pot, then back at the living room, then at the pot, and the living room, pot, living room, pot, living room… Of course, inside his head he was calculating things at a mile a minute, such as the wind direction, the air pressure, and the local gravity in the kitchen, but the result was a Gundam pilot that closely resembled a startled rabbit.
"Ignite it," Trowa replied. Apparently, after all that thinking, he had not bothered to multiply the fact that the gas had been on high for a good five minutes by the fact that gas was, in a very big way, combustible.
From his pocket, the pilot drew a pack of matches. He smirked evilly, plucking one from it's little container.
"Hey, Quatre. Does the air in here seem a little more wavy that usual?" Duo asked, looking over at the blonde pilot. Suffice to say, those were the last words that ever left his lips.
KABOOM! There was no more house. There was no more living room. There was no more cooking pot. And there were no more Gundam pilots.
~*~At The Pearly Gates~*~
"NEXT!" called a young-looking man seated at a judge's desk. The five pilots looked about them and saw no one else. "NEXT!" the man shouted again.
With four equal-intensity deathglares, the boys pushed Heero in front of them and up to the desk.
"Name?" he asked.
"Heero Yuy. Who are you?"
"Saint Peter." He flipped through the huge book in front of him. "I'm going to need your real name, sir. Heero Yuy already came through here."
Heero looked confused for a moment, then thoughtful, then returned to looking confused. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out, so he closed it again.
Saint Peter sighed exasperatedly. "Alright. I'll deal with you in a moment. Stand to the side. NEXT!"
Trowa stepped up to the booth and gave the man a level stare.
"Name?"
"Trowa Barton."
He flipped through his giant book again. "Trowa Barton already came through here as well." Trowa rolled his eyes and stood next to Heero.
"NEXT!"
Duo stepped forward. He looked between his group of friends who already been deemed nameless and the pearly gates.
"Name?"
"Duo Maxwell! You may also know me as the Great Destroyer, the Shinigami, or the God of Death! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Send that one to Hell," Saint Peter frowned and quite suddenly two burly angels appeared from a celestial hammerspace pocket and started to drag him off. "Take me home, boys!" he laughed.
"WAIT!" Quatre and Wu Fei yelled at once. Everyone froze. Telling Saint Peter he couldn't do something was certainly a first, and not something I would recommend.
"Names?" he scowled.
"Wu Fei Chang and Quatre Raberba Winner!" the little blonde boy scowled right back. He wasn't going to let anyone separate him from his friends, regardless of whether they could send him to Hell or not.
"Chang and Winner, eh?" He consulted his big book. "Mr. Winner, you have an excellent reputation. Always kind and considerate. Thinks of others. Empathetic…" Quatre smiled a little under the weight of the compliments. "…but it also says here that you went crazy and blew up a whole bunch of space Colonies."
Quatre raised a finger and began to utter a response, but Saint Peter cut him right off.
"And Chang Wu Fei. It says here you are a strong upholder of justice, and have honored your dead wife to the extent of your abilities. She has been watching over you for quite a while…"
"Nataku?"
"But it also says that you joined Marimeia's side during the latest war and attacked your former comrades."
The Chinese boy's face fell.
"Hmmm… This is interesting…"
The five pilots looked up at the man as he poked through a few things on a palm pilot.
"Shouldn't you be using the book?" Trowa asked.
"Meh, it's only for show." He went right back to his technology-poking. After a few minutes, he put it down and sighed.
"I got an e-mail from God. He says I should give you another chance since you did end that war and all."
"WHOO-HOO!" Duo cheered and broke away from the two angels holding him. He ran up to the desk and looked Saint Peter straight in the eye. The other pilots stepped up behind him and fixed him with more deadpan looks.
"What do you want!?" he cried, holding up an arm as if to fend them off.
"Well, you see, we had a friend come through here a little while ago, and we want to know if we can see her," Heero menaced, reaching for his gun in case of an emergency. Finding it wasn't there, he still tried to hold his semblance of confidence, but it was beginning to crumble.
"Name?"
"Duet Maxine."
"There's no one named Duet Maxine here…"
The boys exchanged worried looks, Wu Fei mouthing the words "I think she went to Hell…"
"Well, what if I told you she never really had a name?" Duo asked.
"Was she ever Confirmed under a name?"
The braided boy smirked a sinister smirk and toyed with the cross around her neck. "Certainly. It was Juli-"
"DUO MAXWELL! OMEA O KOROSU!" cried a female voice. It echoed through their head and reverberated all around them.
"Did I just get yelled at by God?" His question was answered when the pearly gates swung open and a very angry-looking angel with long, unbound chestnut hair and smoldering sapphire eyes stomped out.
"Duet is God?" the five asked at once and Saint Peter face-faulted.
"Julian, these friends of yours?" he asked, dusting himself off.
"…Julian?" Trowa snickered and the others were enveloped in a fit of giggles.
"No, Pete. Not friends… Why weren't they banished to Hell already? You're gonna get fired for slacking off."
The boys straightened up and fixed her with pleading looks.
She sighed. "Alright. I'll give them their second chances. S'what God sent me out here to do, anyways…"
"YAY!"
"Follow me…"
~*~Inside The Pearly Gates~*~
"Sooo… This is heaven, eh?" Duo asked, walking next to the lovely angel that had once been his girlfriend.
"It is now," she replied dreamily. The pilots looked about them, each seeing something different, and for that reason they stuck close to Duet.
"Why is it so… crappy?" Trowa mused, for in his particular vision, heaven was one giant Shop Rite.
"Because you haven't earned it yet…" the un-braided girl replied and took Quatre's hand. The poor boy had to walk through a heaven of nude beaches because of a few measly Colonies and had therefore covered his eyes and was stumbling blindly.
"Merian!" Wu Fei called as he spotted his wife through the chain-link fence of the prison his heaven was. She smiled and then waved as if to say, "Yeah, I'd talk to you now, but you have to earn me first." The Chinese boy accepted this and shrugged, jogging to catch up to the group that had left him behind.
"Here we are!" Duet grinned once they reached another gate. This one was only about knee-height and looked like something that would provide an entrance to the inner confines of a white picket fence rather than the place where the pilots would, heh, 'earn their wings'.
Once they passed through it though, they found themselves smack dab in the middle of the heaven cliché, white fluffy clouds and all. Angels flew past casually, some slowing a moment to greet Duet and check out the fresh meat. The former Washi Ookami pilot clapped twice and all motion ceased.
"Now THAT'S power," Duo whispered as the angels and angels-in-training turned to face and bowed to Duet. She set them back to work with a nod, but her assistant walked right up to them.
"TREIZE!?!?!?" they five boys gasped and Treize smiled.
~*~*~*~*~*~
To Be Continued…
Tori: Maybe even more tonight! But I probably won't get around to posting it… I'm in love with this story!
Ke: You mean more this MORNING!
Tori: You and your crazy American times.
Ke: Actually, teens are hardwired to stay up late at night and wake up late in the morning.
Tori: You mean… it's in our blood?
Ke: In your genes.
Tori: That explains a lot…
