Just for clarification, for the purposes of this world there are three types of beings: Angels, Dark Angels, and Demons. Angels rule heaven and guard life on earth; Dark Angels rule the Darkness and govern death; and Demons rule the Underworld and cause chaos in the world. Dark Angels are not evil in this world; they are just in charge of different things.
Here are some of the pairings in the story for those of you who are confused about the numbers:
1x4 Heero and Quatre
2x6 Duo and Zechs
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
I hope you enjoy this story because I sure enjoyed writing it.
Gundanium Angels
Quatre lay peacefully across his bed, his head hanging just off the end. He was laying on his stomach watching a small ant walk along his floor, his large white wings tucked neatly on his back. He smiled at the small creature as it walked, trying to carry a large crumb of cake across the floor. Quatre always thought it was interesting, the construction of ants. They were one of the smallest creatures in the world, yet they were also one of the strongest. There were times in his own life that he longed for the same strength.
He sighed and rolled over onto his back. Staring up at the cloth covering of his four poster bed, he made a decision. He would no longer be the weakest angel in heaven. He would be stronger, take more difficult missions, and be granted the rank of arch angel. He smiled to himself. Yes, that is what he would do.
A knock at his door interrupted his thoughts. He rolled back to his stomach and stared at the door.
"Come in." He said sweetly.
The door opened and a tall blond angel walked into the room. His hair fell elegantly along his back all the way to his waist and his soft blue eyes shown with kindness. He smiled and leaned against the doorway, his soft wings hidden under his pale yellow cloak.
"Daydreaming again, Quatre?" He smirked.
Quatre smiled and climbed off of his bed. "You know me too well, brother." He blushed slightly.
The tall blond chuckled. "Come on, we have a guest."
Quatre tilted his head in interest and followed his much taller brother out of the room. "Who is it, Zechs?"
"The Dragon Emperor." He answered simply.
"Wufei?" Quatre smiled. "That's wonderful! He hasn't been up in ages."
Zechs chuckled at his younger brother. He always became excited so easily; it was cute. "I think he has something he wanted to tell us. I doubt it was a social visit."
Quatre nodded. That was Wufei, all business. "But it will still be nice to see him."
The two angels walked through the large hallways and into the open courtyard where a young man with jet black hair was bowing to five older men, each with a soft yellow glow around them. Quatre nearly ran over to the Chinese man.
"Wufei! It's wonderful to see you!"
Wufei smirked and bowed to the approaching angels. "The pleasure is mine, sire." He glanced at Zech's and nodded. He turned back to the five men and spoke. "I have a matter of great importance to discuss with you all." He turned to Quatre and Zechs. "It concerns the young Princes future."
Quatre blinked. "My future?"
"Perhaps we should go inside." The man in the center said.
"Hm," Zechs nodded. "Yes of course, Saint J." He followed J. and ushered his younger brother through the large double doors of the great hall following by Wufei and the other four men. The five Saints sat in a row of chairs on top of a platform. Quatre and Zechs sat in two chairs that were on the second level of the platform, behind the Saints and Wufei stood in front of them all.
"Now, what is it you have to say?" Asked the tallest of the men, Saint O.
Wufei took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I seem to have come across a rumor in my realm. The dragons of the heard have brought to me, news from the kingdom of darkness."
The Saints nodded and Quatre's eyes widened. "What about the Kingdom of Darkness? They're not planning an attack are they?"
Wufei shook his head. "Not that I am aware of. No, the news is…somewhat happier than that."
Saint G. cocked his eyebrow. "Happier? What is it?"
"It seems that the King of the depths has finally chosen his heir."
It was Zech's turn to be shocked. "They've chosen?"
Wufei nodded.
Saint S. furrowed his brow. "This is interesting news. After everything that has happened…"
"…And all of the children born to the Dark King…" Saint H. mused.
"It has finally come to this." Saint J. finished. He turned to Wufei.
"Who has the King chosen? Do you know?"
Wufei nodded again. "My fellows tell me that the new heir to the Kingdom of Darkness is actually two men." He paused for effect. "He has chosen the twins."
Quatre felt faint and Zechs stood up. "He can't do that!" The tall blond said, outraged.
"They are his children. He can do whatever he wishes with them." Wufei said, calmly. He turned to the Saints. "You know, as well as I do, what happens when twins are appointed the crown."
The Saints nodded grimly and Zechs collapsed in his chair. Saint J. stood up. "If there should ever be twins to rule the Dark Kingdom, then our power will begin to fail." He turned to Quatre and Zechs. "The kingdom will be left to you. For without our power, we can no longer assist you."
Zechs nodded but Quatre seemed sick. "I don't understand…" He looked to the Saints. "Why are twins so bad?"
Wufei sighed and looked down. "You understand, Prince Quatre, that heaven relies on the union of three, do you not?"
Quatre nodded.
"Well, in the depths, the number 'two' represents the union of Sleep and Death. If those two things were every to come together, then all the people on earth would die the minute they went to sleep."
Quatre gasped and covered his mouth. "We can't let that happen!"
"I agree." Wufei nodded.
Zechs sighed and walked over to Wufei. "Thank you for bringing this information to us."
Wufei nodded. "Of course," he bowed. "I must return to my realm. Please keep me informed if you hear anything." He bowed again and walked gracefully out of the hall.
Quatre stood and ran to stand in front of the Saints.
"What will we do? We can't let everyone on earth die!"
Saint J stood up. "I agree. But you must not worry just yet."
Quatre looked like he wanted to argue but Saint H. spoke up. "Quatre, the prophecy will not come true until the Princes turn twenty. They are still only 17. We still have time yet before the union of two comes true."
"They're…my age?" Quatre asked himself more than anyone else.
Zechs sighed and placed his hands on his hips. "This isn't good…" He turned to the Saints. "Is there anything we can do?"
The Saints were silent.
"I asked if there was anything we can do." Zechs repeated, louder.
The Saints stood up and Saint J. approached Zechs. "I think it's time you heard the whole prophecy."
Zechs and Quatre were escorted through the back doors of the hall and into the records room. Saint S. began digging through files in a large file cabinet and finally pulled out a piece of parchment. Unrolling it, he read the curvy letters aloud.
"When the Union of Two clouds the heavenly skies, call upon the powers of earth."
Quatre walked up and read over the scroll. "What does that mean?"
Zechs placed his thumb and index finger on his chin in thought. "Well…if it's the Union of Two we're trying to prevent…and earth…Hm." He began to pace.
"Well, four is the number of earth." Quatre offered.
Zechs nodded. "But…Hm…" He turned and walked out of the room.
Quatre sighed and turned to face the Saints. "He'll figure it out. I'm sure of it." He smiled with more confidence than he felt and left to follow his brother.
It wasn't that he didn't have faith in his brother, but he wasn't sure there was a solution. He was frightened for the wellbeing of those on earth. As an angel, it was his job to protect them. If sleep became the same as death, he would have no way of keeping them safe. Everyone needed sleep and he couldn't do without death. He sighed. This was a very serious problem. When he stopped walking, he found himself in front of his bedroom. He opened the door and walked inside, collapsing on his bed.
Maybe sleep will help…He thought and slowly dozed into a restless slumber.