The Secrets of Two
I unfortunately don't own the G-boys; if I did I would be much happier, wallowing in money. But I don't so don't bother suing; I don't have anything, I'm a poor college student people! Unless of course you want a couple blood thirsty dust bunnies....I got plenty of those. Comments are always appreciated....craved actually. REVIEWS!!! I NEED REVIEWS. Uh...sorry....I'm ok now. So please, review; let me know what you liked, what you didn't, the good, the bad and the ugly basically. However flames will be laughed at, so I wouldn't even bother.
A peal of thunder cracks through the night air followed by a bolt of lightning. A storm raged around me, a hurricane to be exact. Most would run and hide from the rage of such a beast; but I have never fit into the 'most' crowd. Most humans have a loving family, most humans have a reasonably peaceful life, and most humans don't have to fight in a war hell most don't even know a war is going on. But most of all; MOST humans are living, and most humans weren't Gods. You laugh, I am serious. At one time, long ago, I was a god...not just a god but THE god; the most powerful and feared of the deities. I ruled over the gods to the north; same as I ruled over the humans who named me a god. At one time, my people ravaged the land, conquering and plundering any we wished. We were once feared throughout the northern regions. However, time is an enemy to all things, even ageless gods. The humans that had once worshiped my brethren and I stopped their plundering; no longer were their battle cries heard in the heavens. The Vikings slipped away; and with them the memory of their gods. While my brethren left for the other world, a world were we slept and spent our existence until we were completely forgotten; I lingered. I had no desire to waste away from boredom in a form of nonexistence. Instead, after centuries no millennia of watching the creatures known as humans, I decided to join those beings who had once given me such power. I did not interfere in their lives; I merely walked through their world, observing how they lived. Until the day I ran into that damnable and yet blessed priest. It was late in the evening and I was observing some humans. They were acting very peculiar; there were four human males holding down a fifth, who was struggling helplessly. Standing at the feet of the pinned man was undoubtedly a priest of some sort. About ten feet away, held by four other man, were three other humans, a young pretty pregnant female with a head full of pale blonde hair and two men one of whom had dark hair that fell into one eye while the other had blonde hair like the woman, both of whom were yelling at their captors and trying to free themselves. The priest held up a large staff with a cross circled by a thin piece of ash seated on the top of the staff. It was rather ancient looking; all of this, I think that these men must have been placed in the wrong century.
"Oh God give me strength to dispel this demon..."
I blinked, he was doing an exorcism?? Really, who the hell did those anymore? I perched on the side mirror of a car, close to these confused men, and watched. I had never before seen such a performance. Suddenly the man lunged forward and forced some sort of liquid down the pinned mans throat. Then he stood and resumed his chanting. How bizarre...
"May the power of Christ compel you!!!!!!" The priest shouted; pointing his staff at the poor man. To my surprise the man jerked, as if he had been physically hit. Again the incantation was shouted, and again the man responded. Several more times this happened, the poor mans back was almost completely bowed. He screamed. The woman covered her ears and hid her face in one of the men's chests. I winced slightly; I knew that scream. That was the scream of a dieing man. Then the priest shouted the incantation once more at the top of his lungs, and the dieing man lay still. I felt the cold chill as the man's soul flew by me; I shuddered. What a way to die. At the movement of my feathers, the priest's focus zeroed in on me. I regarded the man with disinterest; he was a fool...
"So, that's where you got to...demon..."
....and he was completely insane. ME? A petty demon?! How dare that fool insult me! He began his chant again, I stared at him. Suddenly wishing that I could cast that fool into the void for is idiocy. Mistaking a god for a demon. Humans have no respect for omens. Here I am, in the form of a Raven, a symbol of death, and this fool thinks I'm a demon. The Universe obviously is having a great laugh at my expense. I could feel the energy that this mad man/ idiot priest was collecting; and I knew that I would be able to stop the attack. For the love of all Gods; I was worshiped at a God of Sorcery as well as of Death; this fool obviously didn't know who he was messing with! I gathered my magic to my; before the priest finished conjuring his magic, I released mine. The Energy bolt I sent at him flew straight and true; slamming into the man's chest. The so called "Priest" burst into flames. However, I miscalculated one thing; where all the energy that HE created would go. Unfortunately since it was targeted at me, that's exactly were it went. The Energy slammed into me hard enough to make me loose my physical form and go flying backward....straight into the woman. Or rather, straight into the woman's unborn child....a child that was dieing. In the process of capturing their victim, the men had hit the woman in the stomach hard, injuring the unborn child. Now, I was the one hitting the child, yet, I did not pass through him like I should have. No, instead the child had latched onto me. Never before had I ever seen nor heard of such an occurrence; yet instantly I understood it. Yet still developing the child knew it was dieing and it knew that it did not wish to go into the darkness yet. It wished to see the light that the angels had whispered to it since its existence began. In my weakened state, I could do nothing as the child absorbed me, and the ancient god Odin and the unborn child became one....
"Odin!" A cheerful voice called, just as the dark aura of the being flowed over me like an icy stream. I glanced at what appeared to be a young human male as it came to stand beside me. Yet, I knew differently; the being in front of me was not male...nor was it human. Actually, out of the three other humans we shared this house with; I was the ONLY one who knew the truth. That the creature in front of me was both female and a former goddess named Shinigami.
"Hello, Shinigami," I said, smiling at my friend. When I had first met the buddle of mischief known as Shinigami, I was reminded of Loki, and was wary of her. Yet as time progressed, and I was forced to spend more and more time around the girl, I became rather attached to her. Out of everyone I knew, she was the only one who knew my secrets; and I was the only one who knew hers...the secrets we kept for years from both our family and our friends.
"You know," Shinigami said, her voice cheerful and thrumming with energy, "If the guys found us out here, they'd think we're nuts. They'd prolly lock us in a loony bin too...with padded walls and everything..." I looked at her, a grin tugging at my lips as the image of the trouble the girl would get into in such a place. The girl's middle name was trouble. It was always amusing to watch her antagonize the other men in our rag-tag team. Trowa ignored her, Wufei argued and chased her around the room, and Heero...well Heero had pointed a gun at her and told her he was going to kill her. That had not gone over well. It took a lot and I mean A LOT of mental sweet talking to get Shinigami to leave that 'challenge' alone. All the while she had never lost her smile, even though inside she was sharpening her claws, readying to strike. Yuy has no idea how lucky he is. Shinigami isn't exactly the nicest deity in the Universe, especially once she's pissed. And trust me the things that were running through her mind were enough to send chills up Aries's spin. I had never thought I would meet someone as sick and twisted as the Greek god of War, but seeing what things the disarming innocent girl-child beside me was thinking of doing...let me tell you what...I will NEVER piss off Shinigami...no thank you...I rather like my manhood where it is, along with all my other body parts, thank you very much.
"Yeah, they probably will, but who cares, it's not like we couldn't leave whenever we wanted..." I reminded her; reluctant to leave my spot. Shinigami settled down beside me, "Good point." We sat in silence for several minutes. If any of the three men in the house knew that we were silent, then they would think something was seriously wrong. Since, according to them, we never shut up. HA! They don't know the meaning of silence. Until they spend a couple millennia floating around in the void, they have no idea what silence is. "It's almost a pity that the guys are here" Shinigami states, gazing up at the swirling clouds, "AS much fun as they are, if they weren't here we could go ride the winds, and play in the storm..." I nod my head in silent agreement. To ride the winds and dance among the lighting was exhilarating, one of the few times that we could drop our masks and be the beings we were, instead of hiding behind these human forms. I sigh, a sigh that is echoed by my partner.
"Quatre! Duo!" A voice calls from inside the house. Simultaneously, we heave a sigh. So much for a relaxing day watching the storm... Quickly we clamor down the roof and swing lightly into the open bedroom window. Just as I am setting my feet on the floor, a knock sounds at the door. Duo walks swiftly and gracefully over to the locked door and pulls it open; Wufei pokes his head in. "Trowa's made dinner, if you want any." He said, then "What were you doing??"
"WE were watching the storm..." Duo said, giving Wufei a charming smile giving him big innocent eyes. How those three had not guessed she was female is beyond me. No one could pull the 'puppy dog' look like a woman, and Duo had turned it into an art form...humans are so unobservant. You would think that the meter long braid would have clued the men into the fact that Duo wasn't male...but instead, they just assumed that it was because she was an American and was trying to make a statement. Have I mentioned yet, how unobservant humans are? I honestly don't know what else Duo could do to tell them that she wasn't male, except jump up and down with a big neon light yelling "I'm a Girl" at the top of her lungs. It was one when Duo snickered that I realized I had said that out loud.
"No mate, I doubt that would even work...this is Mr. Silent, Mr. Perfect, and Mr. Justice...they're prolly assume I was being a 'baka' again. Oh well, more fun for me, no?"
I grinned and followed Duo out the door. Definitely more fun this way, since the expressions the men made as Duo flirted shamelessly with them was priceless...
I have honestly now idea where this is going...it just popped into my head while was attempting to work on Eternal Darkness. But tell me what you think; should I continue, or scrap it? And in any case, I'm not sure if I like the title, so if someone would like to suggest one, then please do so. Like I said, I don't know where I'm going with this, so it could be a while before I update it...though still please review!!!! .....Yawn.....it's 2:30 in the morning...definitly time for bed...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz