Chapter Nine
Author: An3maePhreek
A/N: So. seems like a majority of you still want me to review reviews. so I will :P Oh be sure to check out mai new story for those of you who don't know "Behind the Mask" and also please take a look at "Unlived" by FCohnig. It is very neat.
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Darkness... I'm drowning in it. Unprecedented calmness filled me, and I relaxed, the burning tension that was once unbearable... gone. It felt like I was floating... drifting in a never-ending stillness. I felt at peace. As suddenly as this peace came, it went. A whimper shattered the mute haven...
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A prone figure Amidst the daze of dawn Enveloped in sweet, Of sweet surrender...
A living soul Trapped, beheld Within a barrier Of broken dreams...
A never-ending story Of unfulfilled love Of repeated tragedy Of fate and destiny...
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A wave of calmness swept over him, leaving Heero utterly complacent. A sense of awakening slowly persuaded him to open his eyes. With eyes fluttering, focusing, the clarity penetrating his senses, he found himself looking at the perfect sky. The blueness, the drifting clouds, the gentle rays of the sun falling upon him; it all added to become utterly picture perfect.
As he slowly pushed himself up from the supine position, taking in his surroundings, his eyes perused the familiar landscape. He sat in a field of grass and clovers as far as his eyes could see, and no one in sight. The sheer expanse of emptiness left a feeling of isolation, yet it was comforting in a way, knowing that he was alone in such a vast territory. He lay back down, relaxing, reveling in the silence and the flawless expanse.
"I could stay here forever," he whispered to himself... The surroundings put his body at ease and his mind slowly drifted into the unconscious. But before he completely fell into the grips of dreams and fantasies, he caught a glimpse of a raven-black feather floating down upon his face...
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...At the coronation ceremony, the gods have all arrived and seated themselves in their rightful thrones. It was a custom in the heavens that when a god tired of his daily labor, he may choose one in his stead from the mortal realm. The ceremony was one that gave the other gods a chance to evaluate and either approve or disprove of the new selection. A vote is then held as final decision to whether the mortal was worthy of being a god. If the council passed then the mortal would assume the newly vacant position.
However in this ceremony, not one but five mortals would make the ascension; this was the first time in a thousand years. Due to the unusual circumstances, they have decided that they would go with the order: Life, Chaos, Justice, Peace, and Death, leaving the absolutes at opposite intervals.
The room was splendidly adorned, the walls were covered with magnificent tapestries, and the floor was a colorful mix of marble and red carpet. For this celebration, the entire hierarchy was invited. Sunlight filtered into the different areas of the room.
The atmosphere was tense, and the excitement was barely veiled. But everyone quieted down as a harp began playing, announcing the arrival of the first candidate. Its soft and soothing melody entered the minds of the audience, appeasing the restlessness that encompassed the room. Its song escalated until it appeared to reach the zenith with a chorus of harmony and melody, burning with intensity. and then abruptly stopped...
The doors opened, and in stepped a hooded figure. It caught the eyes of the spectators, and all eyes were on it as it began walking down the aisle towards the council. With each step, the carpet under his feet hissed and the anticipation grew even more. until it finally reached the end. It seemed to be waiting for something, as it stood still. Eternity seemed to pass until a nod from Jehovah seemed to be the signal. The figure drew away the hood and cape with one sweep of his arm, and in turn, taking the breath of everyone away, for underneath the cloth, perfection existed. The clothing in his hands was thrown carelessly to the side.
Mussed chocolate locks fell over cobalt blue eyes, lips made for kissing, a face carved by an artist's hands and every girl's fantasy, a slender but built torso, and sun-kissed skin. the very epitome of flawlessness. The silence was deafening... until... from the council, an unison of voices.........
"What makes you the best candidate of Life?"
The stoic countenance and unperturbed features did not give away anything. His reply, though concise, shocked everyone.
"I am not. Because I am not, therefore I am."
All awaited the decisions of the Council... the first to speak...
"Paradoxical, my boy, paradoxical. A fair piece of a conundrum you are... I, Gabriel of the High Council, bringer of Death, pass you."
There was slight pause before.
"Interesting... In the deserts of life, there lay possible impossibilities... I, Hashne of the High Council, holder of Peace, pass you."
"What is the truth but the opposite of falsity, however what is the false, but everything except the truth? ...I, Seraphim of the High Council, wielder of Chaos, pass you."
With three of the council passing the candidate for Life, the bystanders held their breath for the last...
"...The existence of Life guarantees the existence of Death, yet Life is taken for granted while Death is the inescapable... I, Orpheus of the High Council, defender of Justice... pass you."
And so Jehovah smiled... and the candidate known as 01 was passed. He advanced and knelt at the feet of the very being he would be.
As the crowd quieted down, a flute began playing... melodiously, an enchanting tune.... It trilled and fluttered... reaching ridiculous octaves until a shrill note shattered the peaceful serenade, making everybody that was entranced, flinch.
This time, the door creaked open just enough to let a person slip through, and in stepped the second candidate... again hooded. With each step it took, the ground beneath him shook. The shaking stopped the second he reached the end of the walkway. With a nod from Seraphim, he slowly drew away the hood and cape, handing it to the closest cherub. When he looked up, everyone was slightly shocked.
Gravity defying cinnamon brown hair hung over one side of his face, but that was not the only thing obstructing everyone from seeing his countenance. What appeared to be a clown mask covered half of his face, leaving one emerald green eye. Caramel skin, firm lips, and a slender build... all gave a sense of calmness. But the mask told another story.
The Council asked in unison.
"What makes you the best candidate for Chaos?"
Nothing.... and then...
"...In the chaotic world we live in, what to send it spinning again but silence?"
"Opposites of the same coin... I, Jehovah of the High Council, cradle of Life, pass you."
"Words may be worth silver, but silence is golden... I, Orpheus of the High Council, defender of Justice, pass you."
"The bringer of peace is none other than chaos, for the meaning of peace is to bring an end to chaos... I, Hashne of the High Council, holder of Peace, pass you."
"...And I, Gabriel of the High Council, bringer of Death, pass you. However, I will keep my comments to myself this time."
. ..And so passed the candidate known as 03. He walked forward to the feet of Seraphim, and bowed. He did not kneel though, but stood next to the throne of Seraphim.
For just a split second, all was silent... as everyone strained their ears, listening for the arrival of the third candidate. It seemed hours had passed, though in actuality it was only a few minutes... .until the sound of distant drumming came through the air.
Speculations at this almost drowned out the sound of a violin playing mellifluously... just slightly softer... Its haunting tune escalated and rose to a crescendo, its enthralling music enveloped the audience, leaving ambience in its wake. The drum kept the tempo and the unusual duet created an intensified... emotion. Peaceful, yet intensely so as it wasn't...yet was. As it reached the end, the drums thinned out and the violin just sort of drifted away, relaxing everyone present in the room...
The door slowly opened and this time, two hooded figures walked in. One seemed to be floating as the other... had weighted steps. It's walking was... heavy. The difference between the two was dangerously apparent, yet natural in its own way.
As both reached the end, they stopped before stepping beyond the first row of bystanders. The wearisome walker lifted his hood back to revel a stoic face. His hair shone brilliantly; raven black locks cascaded like a waterfall around his shoulders. Eyes, proud and defiant, stared ahead at the Council.
When the murmurs began anew, the revealing of the one next to him began. The once floating form stilled, and its cloak pooled at its feet, baring a face of an angel. Golden locks framed milky skin. Large, aquamarine eyes were apparent under long lashes. Cupid's lips completed the picture.
And once again, the compelling voice spoke...
"What makes you the best candidate for Justice?"
The one with raven locks spoke... his eyebrows arched up as if questioning...
"I am here... therefore am I not the best candidate for Justice?"
A nod and then another question.
"And you. What makes you the best candidate for Peace?"
No words came from his lips, but his downcast eyes looked up and stared straight at the throne of Seraphim... or more importantly, the being standing next to it.
With imploring eyes, and drops of crystalline rolling down his cheeks, he just looked.
Emerald green eyes gazed back into aquamarine, and with one outstretched hand, Chaos spoke.
"Come."
And with that one command, the angelic being flew toward him, flew right into his arms, and lay his lips onto the one who held him...
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A/N: Okie Dokie. this is my apology for delaying this chapter. I made it twice as long. or I think it is. oh well. hope you don't stop reading. summer school is a bummer. well. don't forget to scroll down and look for your name or pseudonym (false name), but only if you reviewed the previous chapter.
Asaroth69: oh boy. I know you're going to chew me out for this one. hehee. Aneways. I'm sorry for the HUGE HUGE delay. and this is my apology. so forgive me??? With Pocky sticks and strawberry whip cream on top??
Kaori-chan: gomen nasai!! BAD CHRISTINE BAD BAD.. Aneways. yea. I get that a lot from my friends. you know the LEMON hint hint. hope you keep on reading. and reviewing *wink wink*
Newmoon: Yes. I am evil. evil hope you didn't wait too long for this chappie.
The Black Gatomon: Thank you thank you. and once again thank you. Keep on reading ne??
Collective2220: Yes. it has been a VERY long time. sorry bout that. I just haven't the time. well. I won't explain myself. because they are a bunch of excuses that I could have probably done without. but this is a longer chapter. hopefully that makes up for the delay.
Nightengale: lol. I agree . duo with wings is totally hot. *drools* . aneways. well hopefully this chapter clears up a bit of those questions. hehe.
Vialana: hehe. sorry didn't update *soon*. but I did update. and this is hopefully a good chapter. hehe and satisfies your wishes..
Dark faerie: thank you. here's more.
Kinoshi: yea it was. this is longer.
Jenn: Getting there. hehe. slowly but surely.
Siyris: thank you *blush* I don't usually get compliments like that. hehe. well. here's the update. hope you like it.
Astrom: 1) that won't be answered til the next coupla chappies. sorry, 2) umm... hehe how do you put this. well.. I can't answer that just yet. 3) okay. the basic plot I have now is that Duo is Zeu, but Heero doesn't know that, and Heero is the reincarnation of Lucifer. which you could probably deduce from this chappie. and there is more explanations to come. promise! 4) sorry . privy info. I'll give you the 411 in l8ers chappies. so hang on tight. you in for a ride. hehe
Chibi- gurl!: thank you. and yes. I tend to do that a lot.
Subzero: thank you. hope you enjoyed it a lot. *wink wink* lemons do rock. that was my second one. hope its okay. well. to your question. no. I am not a pro, but I do love GW. hehe. and actually I just love most Anime in general. but I always loved writing too. ehehe
Nyaru: thank you. here the next chappie.
Now for all you other readers. hopefully this slakes your thirst for the next chappie. Well. since this is extra long. could I have extra reviews. Pretty please with a chappie on top?? I will update when I have twenty reviews. and if there are more. then it will be just as long as this one. promise. hehe
A/N: So. seems like a majority of you still want me to review reviews. so I will :P Oh be sure to check out mai new story for those of you who don't know "Behind the Mask" and also please take a look at "Unlived" by FCohnig. It is very neat.
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Darkness... I'm drowning in it. Unprecedented calmness filled me, and I relaxed, the burning tension that was once unbearable... gone. It felt like I was floating... drifting in a never-ending stillness. I felt at peace. As suddenly as this peace came, it went. A whimper shattered the mute haven...
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A prone figure Amidst the daze of dawn Enveloped in sweet, Of sweet surrender...
A living soul Trapped, beheld Within a barrier Of broken dreams...
A never-ending story Of unfulfilled love Of repeated tragedy Of fate and destiny...
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A wave of calmness swept over him, leaving Heero utterly complacent. A sense of awakening slowly persuaded him to open his eyes. With eyes fluttering, focusing, the clarity penetrating his senses, he found himself looking at the perfect sky. The blueness, the drifting clouds, the gentle rays of the sun falling upon him; it all added to become utterly picture perfect.
As he slowly pushed himself up from the supine position, taking in his surroundings, his eyes perused the familiar landscape. He sat in a field of grass and clovers as far as his eyes could see, and no one in sight. The sheer expanse of emptiness left a feeling of isolation, yet it was comforting in a way, knowing that he was alone in such a vast territory. He lay back down, relaxing, reveling in the silence and the flawless expanse.
"I could stay here forever," he whispered to himself... The surroundings put his body at ease and his mind slowly drifted into the unconscious. But before he completely fell into the grips of dreams and fantasies, he caught a glimpse of a raven-black feather floating down upon his face...
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...At the coronation ceremony, the gods have all arrived and seated themselves in their rightful thrones. It was a custom in the heavens that when a god tired of his daily labor, he may choose one in his stead from the mortal realm. The ceremony was one that gave the other gods a chance to evaluate and either approve or disprove of the new selection. A vote is then held as final decision to whether the mortal was worthy of being a god. If the council passed then the mortal would assume the newly vacant position.
However in this ceremony, not one but five mortals would make the ascension; this was the first time in a thousand years. Due to the unusual circumstances, they have decided that they would go with the order: Life, Chaos, Justice, Peace, and Death, leaving the absolutes at opposite intervals.
The room was splendidly adorned, the walls were covered with magnificent tapestries, and the floor was a colorful mix of marble and red carpet. For this celebration, the entire hierarchy was invited. Sunlight filtered into the different areas of the room.
The atmosphere was tense, and the excitement was barely veiled. But everyone quieted down as a harp began playing, announcing the arrival of the first candidate. Its soft and soothing melody entered the minds of the audience, appeasing the restlessness that encompassed the room. Its song escalated until it appeared to reach the zenith with a chorus of harmony and melody, burning with intensity. and then abruptly stopped...
The doors opened, and in stepped a hooded figure. It caught the eyes of the spectators, and all eyes were on it as it began walking down the aisle towards the council. With each step, the carpet under his feet hissed and the anticipation grew even more. until it finally reached the end. It seemed to be waiting for something, as it stood still. Eternity seemed to pass until a nod from Jehovah seemed to be the signal. The figure drew away the hood and cape with one sweep of his arm, and in turn, taking the breath of everyone away, for underneath the cloth, perfection existed. The clothing in his hands was thrown carelessly to the side.
Mussed chocolate locks fell over cobalt blue eyes, lips made for kissing, a face carved by an artist's hands and every girl's fantasy, a slender but built torso, and sun-kissed skin. the very epitome of flawlessness. The silence was deafening... until... from the council, an unison of voices.........
"What makes you the best candidate of Life?"
The stoic countenance and unperturbed features did not give away anything. His reply, though concise, shocked everyone.
"I am not. Because I am not, therefore I am."
All awaited the decisions of the Council... the first to speak...
"Paradoxical, my boy, paradoxical. A fair piece of a conundrum you are... I, Gabriel of the High Council, bringer of Death, pass you."
There was slight pause before.
"Interesting... In the deserts of life, there lay possible impossibilities... I, Hashne of the High Council, holder of Peace, pass you."
"What is the truth but the opposite of falsity, however what is the false, but everything except the truth? ...I, Seraphim of the High Council, wielder of Chaos, pass you."
With three of the council passing the candidate for Life, the bystanders held their breath for the last...
"...The existence of Life guarantees the existence of Death, yet Life is taken for granted while Death is the inescapable... I, Orpheus of the High Council, defender of Justice... pass you."
And so Jehovah smiled... and the candidate known as 01 was passed. He advanced and knelt at the feet of the very being he would be.
As the crowd quieted down, a flute began playing... melodiously, an enchanting tune.... It trilled and fluttered... reaching ridiculous octaves until a shrill note shattered the peaceful serenade, making everybody that was entranced, flinch.
This time, the door creaked open just enough to let a person slip through, and in stepped the second candidate... again hooded. With each step it took, the ground beneath him shook. The shaking stopped the second he reached the end of the walkway. With a nod from Seraphim, he slowly drew away the hood and cape, handing it to the closest cherub. When he looked up, everyone was slightly shocked.
Gravity defying cinnamon brown hair hung over one side of his face, but that was not the only thing obstructing everyone from seeing his countenance. What appeared to be a clown mask covered half of his face, leaving one emerald green eye. Caramel skin, firm lips, and a slender build... all gave a sense of calmness. But the mask told another story.
The Council asked in unison.
"What makes you the best candidate for Chaos?"
Nothing.... and then...
"...In the chaotic world we live in, what to send it spinning again but silence?"
"Opposites of the same coin... I, Jehovah of the High Council, cradle of Life, pass you."
"Words may be worth silver, but silence is golden... I, Orpheus of the High Council, defender of Justice, pass you."
"The bringer of peace is none other than chaos, for the meaning of peace is to bring an end to chaos... I, Hashne of the High Council, holder of Peace, pass you."
"...And I, Gabriel of the High Council, bringer of Death, pass you. However, I will keep my comments to myself this time."
. ..And so passed the candidate known as 03. He walked forward to the feet of Seraphim, and bowed. He did not kneel though, but stood next to the throne of Seraphim.
For just a split second, all was silent... as everyone strained their ears, listening for the arrival of the third candidate. It seemed hours had passed, though in actuality it was only a few minutes... .until the sound of distant drumming came through the air.
Speculations at this almost drowned out the sound of a violin playing mellifluously... just slightly softer... Its haunting tune escalated and rose to a crescendo, its enthralling music enveloped the audience, leaving ambience in its wake. The drum kept the tempo and the unusual duet created an intensified... emotion. Peaceful, yet intensely so as it wasn't...yet was. As it reached the end, the drums thinned out and the violin just sort of drifted away, relaxing everyone present in the room...
The door slowly opened and this time, two hooded figures walked in. One seemed to be floating as the other... had weighted steps. It's walking was... heavy. The difference between the two was dangerously apparent, yet natural in its own way.
As both reached the end, they stopped before stepping beyond the first row of bystanders. The wearisome walker lifted his hood back to revel a stoic face. His hair shone brilliantly; raven black locks cascaded like a waterfall around his shoulders. Eyes, proud and defiant, stared ahead at the Council.
When the murmurs began anew, the revealing of the one next to him began. The once floating form stilled, and its cloak pooled at its feet, baring a face of an angel. Golden locks framed milky skin. Large, aquamarine eyes were apparent under long lashes. Cupid's lips completed the picture.
And once again, the compelling voice spoke...
"What makes you the best candidate for Justice?"
The one with raven locks spoke... his eyebrows arched up as if questioning...
"I am here... therefore am I not the best candidate for Justice?"
A nod and then another question.
"And you. What makes you the best candidate for Peace?"
No words came from his lips, but his downcast eyes looked up and stared straight at the throne of Seraphim... or more importantly, the being standing next to it.
With imploring eyes, and drops of crystalline rolling down his cheeks, he just looked.
Emerald green eyes gazed back into aquamarine, and with one outstretched hand, Chaos spoke.
"Come."
And with that one command, the angelic being flew toward him, flew right into his arms, and lay his lips onto the one who held him...
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A/N: Okie Dokie. this is my apology for delaying this chapter. I made it twice as long. or I think it is. oh well. hope you don't stop reading. summer school is a bummer. well. don't forget to scroll down and look for your name or pseudonym (false name), but only if you reviewed the previous chapter.
Asaroth69: oh boy. I know you're going to chew me out for this one. hehee. Aneways. I'm sorry for the HUGE HUGE delay. and this is my apology. so forgive me??? With Pocky sticks and strawberry whip cream on top??
Kaori-chan: gomen nasai!! BAD CHRISTINE BAD BAD.. Aneways. yea. I get that a lot from my friends. you know the LEMON hint hint. hope you keep on reading. and reviewing *wink wink*
Newmoon: Yes. I am evil. evil hope you didn't wait too long for this chappie.
The Black Gatomon: Thank you thank you. and once again thank you. Keep on reading ne??
Collective2220: Yes. it has been a VERY long time. sorry bout that. I just haven't the time. well. I won't explain myself. because they are a bunch of excuses that I could have probably done without. but this is a longer chapter. hopefully that makes up for the delay.
Nightengale: lol. I agree . duo with wings is totally hot. *drools* . aneways. well hopefully this chapter clears up a bit of those questions. hehe.
Vialana: hehe. sorry didn't update *soon*. but I did update. and this is hopefully a good chapter. hehe and satisfies your wishes..
Dark faerie: thank you. here's more.
Kinoshi: yea it was. this is longer.
Jenn: Getting there. hehe. slowly but surely.
Siyris: thank you *blush* I don't usually get compliments like that. hehe. well. here's the update. hope you like it.
Astrom: 1) that won't be answered til the next coupla chappies. sorry, 2) umm... hehe how do you put this. well.. I can't answer that just yet. 3) okay. the basic plot I have now is that Duo is Zeu, but Heero doesn't know that, and Heero is the reincarnation of Lucifer. which you could probably deduce from this chappie. and there is more explanations to come. promise! 4) sorry . privy info. I'll give you the 411 in l8ers chappies. so hang on tight. you in for a ride. hehe
Chibi- gurl!: thank you. and yes. I tend to do that a lot.
Subzero: thank you. hope you enjoyed it a lot. *wink wink* lemons do rock. that was my second one. hope its okay. well. to your question. no. I am not a pro, but I do love GW. hehe. and actually I just love most Anime in general. but I always loved writing too. ehehe
Nyaru: thank you. here the next chappie.
Now for all you other readers. hopefully this slakes your thirst for the next chappie. Well. since this is extra long. could I have extra reviews. Pretty please with a chappie on top?? I will update when I have twenty reviews. and if there are more. then it will be just as long as this one. promise. hehe