Pairings - 1x2x1

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-Meet Me In Heaven-

"Shit! Stupid Raphael says "Tokyo". Well "Tokyo" is a damn big place! Heero Yuy could be anywhere and all I have is a damn picture of him!" Duo shook a fist at the sky. "Damn you, Raphael!" he repeated to no one. Our Duo was right. He was stranded in the middle of Tokyo, totally lost. Not to mention in an alley! How on earth was he going to find a boy he had never seen before in his life, in a big city? Totally stumped, Duo sat on a filthy trashcan lid at the back on the alley he had landed in after his strange travel through space and time.

"Hey, gurl!" Duo looked up at the sound trying to locate it. Standing at the entrance to the alley was a… boy. At least it sounded and looked like a boy to Duo. As the stranger stepped into the light, Duo saw it was indeed a boy. A boy with torn jeans and a ripped red tank top. Duo pointed to himself, eyes murky with confusion.

"Yah, you chick! Wanna make some easy money?" The young Shinigami looked at the strange boy in bewilderment.

"But… I'm a GUY…" he said perplexedly. The other boy looked him over, noting the baggy, black long sleeved shirt and baggy, black pants. The boy raised an eyebrow.

"You ain't a gurl? You shore look it." He said, unconvinced. The boy walked closer to Duo, and the young Angel of Death saw he had ratty, curly, red hair, piercing green eyes, and a malicious smirk. The Shinigami crouched on his trashcan, jaw set and his eyes held a defensive gleam. As if trying to prove Duo was indeed a boy, the red haired boy put a hand on Duo's chest.

"Don't TOUCH me!" the braided Shinigami hissed, slapping the offending hand away. The boy chuckled darkly.

"Well, I've always liked the boys better. And you shore are pertier than most of them. Do ya want the cash?" Finally realizing what the boy meant, Duo shoved him away.

"Hell no, bastard!" Duo's mouth had never been the cleanest thing, but his blatant refusal of the offer had angered the other boy more than the dirty language. Duo saw the raggedy boy in front of him lift a piece of rubble, preparing to hit the Shinigami, just short, dark haired person began walking past the entrance to the alley. Duo did the first thing that came to mind…

"HELP! DAMMIT, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND HELP ME!" Duo saw the boy, as the brown haired person was a boy, at the entrance turn and come running right before the piece of rubble dropped and everything went black.

XX-XX

Heero had been walking past an alley when he heard the frantic yell. He turned his head toward the noise and saw a girl, well he thought it was a girl at the time. She was looking at him out of frantic eyes that he could tell were violet even in the shadows of the alley, but just moments later the eyes closed and she dropped to the ground. He dashed over just as a very familiar boy leant over her.

"Get away from her, Alec." Heero said sharply, pushing the other boy aside to assess the head wound on the girl. Alec moved towards her again, but Heero just pushed him aside and lifted the person into his arms.

The person who was definately not a girl.

"Hah! So even the great Heero Yuy thinks this 'un's a gurl!" Heero looked at his old fellow gang member, just as he made the realization himself. Although he had slightly feminine looks, the face of the boy and stature were definately masculine.

"'e's a boy." Heero looked at the other boy, nodding in agreement, no surprise showing on his face. He adjusted the boy in his arms, brushing a lock of hair that had escaped the braid off his face. Even though this was a boy, Heero still felt that he should at least get him somewhere safe. It wasn't liked the unconsious boy could protect himself from Alec . With this thought firmly in place, he turned to leave.

"Hey! Where ya think yur goin' with 'im!" Alec exclaimed, grabbing Heero's arm roughly. Heero turned and raised his eyebrows, shrugging Alec off roughly. The signal he was sending was quite clear, even to the block headed Alec, "Go AWAY". He then turned back around and kept walking. Alec glared furiously at Heero's back. He ran to catch up with the chocolate haired boy.

"Whaddya think yur doin' with my boy? I found 'im!" Heero sent him a spine chilling death glare.

"He is no more yours than mine. Get lost." He said in a terrorizingly cold voice. Alec kept following the two boys until Heero swiftly turned around and punched him in the stomach. Alec doubled over and collapsed.

"I'll get that boy." he muttered, before standing up and wandering off to find his next victim. Heero looked down at the boy in his arms. The previously lifeless boy instinctively snuggled closer to his savior, establishing he was not unconscious anymore, merely sleeping. Heero nodded slightly at the boy he was carrying, adjusting his hold on him so it would be more comfortable for both of them. The boy smiled slightly, but it quickly vanished as the he turned his head and revealed the gash that had rendered him unconscious. It was quite deep, and Heero could see it would need stitches. He held the boy relatively gently, but a bit more firmly, and began the long walk home.

XX-XX

Duo woke up hours later in a soft, warm bed. He thought as hard as he could, but couldn't manage to process any knowladge for two reasons. For one, his head was throbbing and making it practically impossible to remember where he was. And for another, two icy blue eyes were imprinted on the back of his eyelids and whenever he closed his eyes they seemed to throw off his train of thought completely. He had no clue where he had seen them, but in his mind's eye he could see two, beautiful icy blue eyes. Duo sat, brow wrinkled, struggling to remember what exactly had happened to him... And then it all came flooding back to him. The green-eyed street rat who had attempted to have his way with him, and the glimpse of brown hair and icy eyes. A knock on the door inturrupted his thoughts, and a pretty… NUN walked into the room. The nun smiled at him and handed him a glass of water and a strange, small roundish thing. Duo looked at the round thing confusedly, and the nun laughed.

"Put it in your mouth," Duo obeyed, "now put some water in your mouth, and swallow it all." Duo did as he was bidden, and looked at the nun totally bewildered. She laughed lightly again, misty grey eyes sparkling with mirth.

"It's pain medicine, sweetie. To make your head stop hurting. Now what's your name? I'm Sister Louisa." Duo sighed in relief. At least his headache would go away.

"Duo." He answered softly; he looked around the small room. There were about five beds, not including his. The walls were white with a chalky substance, and the floors were simple tile. Although not very roomy or fancy, Duo liked it. Duo looked at Sister Louisa again.

"Why am I here?" Duo asked. Sister Louisa wrinkled her brow, obviously wondering whether or not she should tell the boy. Duo rolled his eyes in irritation, and winced at the pain in his head.

"I know I almost got molested, but what happened after that? How did I get here? Where is here? Who brought me?" The nun sighed with relief; she obviously didn't want to have to go into that.

"This is the Maxwell Church, sweetie. We brought you down here because we don't know who your parents are. If you'll tell us where you live, sweetie, we'll try to get you home…" Duo rolled his eyes again, once again wincing. Was it really that hard to comprehend?

"Who saved me?" Duo asked trying to keep his cool. But Sister Louisa just kept going, and going and going...

"What is your last name honey? We'll try to..."

"Dammit, who the hell brought me here!" An irritated Duo asked, eyes cold. Sister Louisa gasped,

"Duo! You can't curse in a-"

"Please would you tell me who saved me!" the Shinigami cried.

"A boy who just moved in with the Kriegers down the road." A new voice answered. Both Louisa and Duo turned, to see another nun standing in the doorway. The newcomer stood tall, with kind blue eyes. Her face was slightly stern, yet pretty, and slip of blonde hair had come fallen out from beneath the hood of her habit. The rest of the habit was perfectly smoothed though, and through the stern exteriour, Duo could see a smile attempting to break through. This woman's face was made for smiling, he decided.

"You may go now, Sister. Duo, am I correct, I am Sister Helen." Sister Helen walked over and sat in the now empty chair by Duo's bed.

"Sister Louisa gave you the pain medicine?" Duo nodded at the stern woman. Her expression softened as she saw Duo's nervous facade though.

"Do you have any more questions, Duo?" the nun asked. Duo shook his head vigorously, grateful she had answered the one question he wanted the answer to, and the Sister smiled.

"Well I have some questions for you. What is your full name, for a start?" Duo looked at the woman confusedly, violet eyes sparkling and brow wrinkled endearingly.

"Duo." He answered, bewildered expression still in place. Sister Helen raised an eyebrow.

"No last name?" the boy shook his head. "Where do you live?" Duo shrugged. Damn! I never asked Raphael what to say in these situations, he thought, irritatedly.

"Parents?" another negative. "Siblings?" another shake of the boy's head. Duo bit his bottom lip nervously, didn't this look a bit suspicious? But to his relief, the sister looked sad, not disbelieving. The nun sighed. "I guess you'll be staying with us then, Duo. How old are you?" always having been interested in mortal life, Duo answered with ease. Although he had lived near a thousand years in Hell (and amazingly remained the youngest child of Satan), in mortal years he would be in his mid teens.

"Fifteen, or thereabouts." The Sister nodded; at least it would be easy to put him in school. The local high school was number one choice. Sister Helen voiced her thoughts.

"You'll be put in the local high-school, Duo. Does your head feel better now?" Duo nodded, and the nun helped him up. "Then run along. Go downstairs and meet the other children." Sister Helen urged maternally. With an orphanage of 17 children the Sister had perfect mothering instincts, and she slipped in and out of the so called "Mothering Mode" quite often. She loved all of the orphans dearly, and the children felt in kind about her. The more motherly instinct appeared mostly when she dealed with the younger children, but this Duo was an innocent looking one. Duo ran down the orphanage steps obligingly, and the Sister turned. With an affectionate smiled, she knelt to make the boy's bed.

XX-XX

Heero inhaled and sighed deeply, attempting to clear his mind. Even 14 hours, 2 minutes, and counting after last seeing the mysterious boy, he could still feel the warm breath on his neck and delicate fingers fisted tightly around the fabric of his shirt. Closing his eyes, Heero began to shake his head vigorously. The attempt to get said boy out of his head was to no avail. Now, not only could he feel the boy in his arms, he could see vibrant violet eyes in his mind.

"K'so." He muttered, praying for something to get his mind off things. He jacked up the volume on his stereo, but aforementioned prayer was not answered. Totally and utterly discouraged, the brown haired boy laid back on his bed. Thinking about the teen who had been in his arms hours ago caused him to remember the strange pressure on this boys back. He had disregarded it at the time, feeling that getting the boy somewhere safe was more important, but now he could ponder on it. What had that pressure been? If he hadn't know better he would have said it felt like wings...

"Heero! Telefono! (1)" Heero sat up from his comfortable position and sighed, his past train of thought demolished. He hated having to translate whatever Elise, his younger Italian sister, said.

"Si, Elise." The boy answered stoically after a couple seconds of thought. He pulled himself out of bed, and obediently went downstairs to get the phone.

"E una certa ragazza (2)." His "little sister" stated when he got downstairs. Heero nodded.

"Si, sorella (3). Grazie." The boy took the phone from his younger sister and headed back up to his room.

"Yes?" he asked. He heard an intake of breath, and began a new prayer, the prayer that Candy Apple was NOT on the other end. After all, she did have his papers.

"Heero? That is you, right?" Mariemeia's voice held a note of nervousness. Heero sighed in relief.

"Mariemeia." Another sigh, identical to Heero's, came from Mariemeia.

"Thank goodness! You scared me there! What language were you speaking!" the girl questioned energetically. Heero rolled his eyes at her unnecessary enthusiasm.

"Italian. That's all my foster sister speaks." Heero explained, sitting on his bed. He laid back on said bed and stared at the ceiling of his room, going back to the mystery of the wings.

"Oh! I'm sorry; I didn't know you were fostered. Hey, I was calling to see if you wanted to go to the mall with me and, some friends, and their boyfriends. Do you?" Heero thought about it, trying to decipher what those things on the boy's back could have been could have been.

"Hn." He replied stonily. Mariemeia squealed in delight. obviously taking the single syllable to mean yes.

"Okay! Meet us at the front door in 2 hours, at 12:30…" Heero sighed in annoyance at the fact that he couldn't understand the what those wing-like things could have been! This would call for research... Soon giving up on the mystery for the time being, and attempting to think about the exuberant girl on the other line.

Heero Yuy had no worries. There wasn't a mystery on this earth he couldn't solve with the right equipment.

He smiled. Finally, something to do.

-Owari-

1-Telephone

2-It's some girl

3-Sister