Even Angels Can Fall

Chapter 3: Prize

GW fanfiction/ fantasy/ Yaoi (6x2) (1x2)

Author's Note: Again, the story is still "memory". Thanks for your reviews folks! I especially want to thank Duo Yuy-Chang and Lady Cyllan for sticking with me through both my GW fics.

Heero sat, glaring at the scroll, hanging so innocently on the wall. The damn cryptic prophesy that had caused such a rift between he and his brother. Personally, he had no desire to become the Master of Shinigami, but his brother was nothing if enamored with the thought of possessing the most powerful creature in the universe.

…And the mighty dark God,

Light God of Death,

Captive to the Heavenly Star,

His Master,

Shall hold the world in his hands.

The Heavenly Star, one of the inherited titles that both princes received. Personally, Heero thought that it had to be Zechs. After all, with the silky gleaming snow-white mane of hair, fair pale skin, and the icy blue eyes with gleamed with intelligence, his brother looked like a heavenly star. He had thick rumpled chocolate locks, olive skin, and dark blue eyes. Although, he had been called handsome by others, he knew for certain that he looked nothing like a star, much less a heavenly one.

"Heero!" The door to his study banged open and a golden figure barged into his room.

The prince loosened his grasp on his knife hilt as the intruder turned out to be one of his close friends, the noble angel Quatre. The gentle blonde's eyes were huge and the usually cherub-like face was serious and shocked looking. His stomach clenching, Heero waited for the news, knowing it was bad and probably important to upset Quatre like this.

"Zechs…He caught…" The blond angel struggled to get the words out. "He caught the Shinigami!"

"What?" Heero said, feeling sucker-punched. His body shivered unconsciously with dread. "Where? How? The arrangement to meet with Shinigami is suppose to be two years from now!"

"He found him in the Silver Forest. Heero, go to the Eternity Room, your brother's there. You know…you know that Prince Zechs cannot claim him without any opposition…please…"

The prince felt a sour taste in his mouth. He loved Zechs as a brother, but the angel was totally ruthless in getting anything he wanted. And for how long had Zechs been dreaming of claiming the Shinigami, who was currently helpless to resist as he hadn't reached the time to access his full power…?

The great white wings spread out in a flash at the discomforting thought and folded in front of him as he quickly chanted a spell to teleport. In a flash of blue light, Heero found himself standing in behind a marble column in the Eternity Room. He strode out, to stop in shock.

A beautiful fallen angel was struggling in his brother's crushing grasp as he was being forcefully kissed by Zechs. A rich, gorgeous mane of silky chestnut hair fell down his back, between a pair of elegant midnight-black wings, one of which was evidently broken or sprained by the way that it was held so awkwardly at an unnatural angle. Large stunning amethyst eyes gleamed like jewels with unshed tears of fear or panic, which contrasted with the pale smooth skin of his almost elfin face. Fascinated, Heero followed the graceful arch of the white neck, where he noticed the ugly collar around the fallen angel's neck, the only thing that seemed to chain the fey creature to reality. Shinigami was truly captured and helpless...

Heero stopped breathing, his heartbeat loud in his ears.

Here, here was the Shinigami. Here was a creature with breathtaking beauty and power that he had the power to possess. Shinigami could be his. Shinigami would be his…

The trance he was in by the seductive thoughts was shattered as Zechs tore the fallen angel's shirt. The stark overwhelming fear in the exquisite eyes of the Shinigami as the sound of ripping silk sounded harshly in the air reminded Heero what he came here to prevent.

Steeling himself, Heero raised his voice and spoke.

"Enough!"

His brother seemed startled, and released his hold on his captive, who collapsed by his feet, the delicate body noticeably trembling with relief. Zechs caught his look at the Shinigami and gave a slight sneer. He'd always suspected that his brother would try to get Shinigami for himself, despite Heero's adamant protests. Icy blue eyes narrowed in fury as they glared at his brother. Heero met his gaze unflinchingly, although a small part of his heart died. Zechs had never directed such a look of hatred at him before.

"Didn't someone ever tell you to knock before entering, little brother?" Zechs said venomously.

"How dare you." Heero growled, remembering what he'd barely manage to interrupt. Cobalt blue eyes narrowed. "How dare you touch what is mine."