Misjudged Fates
By Forgetfull. Would have only one 'L' but someone already had that spelling and I couldn't think of another name.
Summary: An angel fallen from heaven; A son of Satan banished to Earth and another training to kill in Hell. In the middle of a war between Hell and Heaven, can love bloom? 1x2 3x4 5x? (don't count on that one, can't think of who to put there.)
Warning: Shounen-ai. If you don't like that then don't read, I'm not forcing you to so I don't want to hear if you hated this. Maybe some Lemon later, but that's not a definate. I do however, want to hear comments and even flames, as long as they arn't 'this story is crap', cause that just doesn't help at all. I will gladly accept constructive criticism with open arms though, so please reveiw. Don't think there'll be any Relena bashing, since I don't plan on her being in this fic. And OOCness!
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own Gundam Wing. So please don't sue. Or if you do you can have my very small collection of American currency. It's all I've got, and that's only 'cause I can't spend it over here.
Misjudged Fates
Duo woke up, and tried to get up into a sitting position. He found this wasn't the best thing to do when his head began throbbing and he let himself fall back into the pillow.
Pillow?
He turned to see he was in a room. It was completely dark and he was on a huge four-poster bed. It had dark purple and black drapes hanging loosly across it, and the pillow was about as big as his torso. Looking round the room he saw the curtains which stretched from ceiling to floor, but didn't seem to be holding back any light. It must have still been dark outside. One more thing was in the room. Something that could have been a dressing table and stool, but which had now been transformed into a desk. And sat at the makshift desk sleeping, was the most handsome, mysterious and imposing boy he had ever seen. He immidiately scolded himself for such thoughts. He got up, slowly this time, and studied the boy. He must have found him when he fell. Duo groaned when he realised he had actually fallen, what kind of idiot would do something like that? Him obviously.
The groan woke Heero, and he turned to see the Angel sat up on the bed.
" Are you feeling better?" Heero asked. The noise startled Duo, who had been thinking of a way to get back to Heaven, even though he knew there wasn't one.
" Um, yeah. I'm kinda' confused though. Where am I exactly?" Heero wondered if he should tell him. For it was obviously a 'him', the deep voice proved that.
" Hell." There was a long silence before Duo responded.
" Oh." Shit. It was bad enough that he had fallen from Heaven, but to have become trapped in Hell? As far as he'd heard no-one had ever come out of Hell alive. And even if he did escape, and found a way back up to Heaven, would they let him back in? Of course not. They would think him some spy or assassin. Oh well, he probably wouldn't get out alive anyway, there was no way up. He had to face it, he was screwed.
" It's alright." Heero reassured, noting the terrified expression on the Angel's face. " I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise."
"Thanks." Duo replied weakly. " And you are...?" Heero looked at the floor for a moment, reluctant to speak his title.
" Heero, Prince of Hell and the Underworld. Heir to the throne." Once again their conversation gave way to silence. This was not going well. "Um, you want a shower or something?" He offered, taking in the winged boy's muddied rags and matted hair. Duo looked down at himself, and blushed.
"..." He obviously wanted one, but what was wrong?
" I won't come in. And I won't let anyone else in either." Duo gave him a look of and-I-beleive-you-why?" Look, if I wanted to kill you I would have done so already." It seemed a plausible explanation, so Duo nodded and Heero pointed him in the direction of the bathroom. His en-suit, of course.
Duo went into the bathroom and cautiously stripped, keeping an eye out for any sign of ambush. Finding none, he switched on the mortal machine. They didn't have many in Heaven, unlike Hell, but he could see how it worked easily enough. He jumped when the little jets of water sprayed from the shower cap, but soon stood under them finding them pleasently warm. He washed his hair gratefully, and preened his blood-encrusted wings. Once they were clean he put them back behind him and, like all Angels', they disappeared. Getting out he wrapped a towl around his waist and examined the extent of his injuries. As far as he could see they were all cuts and bruises, and although they were painful, they weren't threatening. Lastly, he brushed his hair. Wincing now and then at a stubborn knot, he finally got it silky. He turned to put his robes back on and realised they were a mess. Ripped to shreds they left nothing to the imagination, they wouldn't be worth wearing. He thought about asking Heero for some, but then he was a prisoner here. Since when did prisoners get clothes? Still it was worth a shot.
He opened the door and stuck his head out.
"Heero?" There was no answer, but Duo saw something on the bed. Gripping the towel tightly he went over to it. It was a note from Heero and some clothes. Black, but still clothes. Duo pulled them on. The trousers were tight fitting around the thighs, but not to bad. The shirt was silk, and was open down to the mid-chest. It had no buttons, but black lace criss-crossed across the opening. There was also a pair of black, zip up boots. They'd do, they'd have to. He picked up the note.
My Father, Satan, has come home. You probably know of him. I should be back soon, and I'll bring you some food. There are clothes on the bed, I don't have any that will fit you, so they're all I can give you for now. I advise you to stay in the room. If anyone else in the palace finds you they will most probably kill you, or put you up for execution. Please stay safe.
Heero
Duo's stomach suddenly let out a huge growl. He hoped Heero would be back soon with that food.
Earth-The night before:
Quatre had slept lightly on the bench for a while. It was a far cry from his bed at the palace, but it had provided enough. He probably would have slept there all night had he not been woken by a loud voice. He had looked up to see a figure running towards him, it was tall, obviously athletic and...Had wings.
" Duo! I..." Damn. Mortal again, but I swore I felt an immortal spirit here. " I'm sorry, I better go."
" No wait!" Quatre called out. He could see a sea green eye under a side fringe of hair that covered the other one. He could also sense the immortal spirit...and the wings were a dead givaway. " Why are you on Earth? Shouldn't you be fighting the war against Hell right now?" The Angel stopped completely, almost to the point where he stopped breathing.
" How do you know about that?" He whispered, worried someone would overhear.
" I'm not a mortal. You didn't honestly think I was did you? I'm sure you sensed me." Quatre was worried. There was and Angel on Earth, one which had obviously got a right to be down there. It hadn't tried to attack him, which most Angels would do automaticly. There must be something wrong. " Has something happened?"
The Angel stood for a moment, seeming to consider wether or not to tell him.
" I've...lost someone." He said.
" Lost..? Oh, an Angel. The one who fell?" Again the boy looked surprised.
" Yes. I shouldn't be telling you this. You, your not an angel...Oh god I really screwed up." He began to back away, and Quatre stood up.
" Please, I can help you." The Angel thought about it, watching Quatre for any sign of a double-cross. Eventually he nodded.
" You havn't seen him have you?"
" No."
" Oh." Quatre sat down on the bench and yawned, placing a hand delicatly over his mouth. Just because he was in exile didn't mean he had to let his manners go to pot.
" I'm sorry. Perhaps I could help you search?" Anything was better than wandering around this boring tourist-town.
" Yes. That would help me greatly. My name is Trowa."
Hell:
Heero came back into his room to see the Angel sitting by the window. The curtains had been opened, probably by the Angel, and he stared gloomily out of them.
" Are you alright?" The Angel jumped but calmed down again when he saw it was Heero. There seemed to already be some form of trust between them.
" There's no sunlight here, is there?" The Angel asked. Heero walked over to the window and looked out on the familiar veiw. The garden, vast and full of trees, was lit by flickering blue lamps. Each one a little peice of art, covered in faces of Greek, Egyption and Roman gods. Similar but plainer ones lined all the streets.
" No. Just the lamps." the Angel looked sad, deprived even. " What's your name?" Heero asked. The Angel looked at him for a moment.
" Duo. Prince of nothing and heir to just about as much. I run, I hide, but I never lie." He grinned. " What about that food, then?"
Heero opened the bag he was holding and pulled out a fresh loaf of bread, packaged of course. He put it on the table and then brought out some cheese, ham and sliced turkey.
" I didn't know what you'd like so I got everything there, but I hope you like fizzy drinks because that's all I could find." Duo took one look at the food and the grin widened.
" It's great!" With that he ripped open the turkey and put it into the bread. Because everything was already sliced and ready to prepare he did it in a ridiculously small amout of time. Like three seconds.
Heero didn't eat anything, declining politely anything offered to him. He would be able to eat later with his father.
" Listen Duo, we need a way to keep you hidden. You can't stay in my room the whole time, and the portals to Earth are heavily guarded. I've been thinking and I've come up with something. The best way to keep something hidden is to hide it in plain sight." Duo wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
" I hope you're not suggesting that I walk outside and put my wings up. For some reason I don't think they would welcome me with open arms." Heero gave him a death glare." Alright, alright what's your plan?"
" My Father always tells me I do to much. He says we pay the servants far more than they're worth because I don't use them."
" And...?"
" I suggest you pose as my personal manservant." Heero said proudly. " No-one would give you a second glance." Duo just blinked at him glumly.
" What do I have to do?"
Earth:
Trowa had ended up taking Quatre to his apartment. Technically it wasn't his, it was rented out by Heaven on a fake name. Trowa told him that Heaven had places all over the world, in case they ended up seiging Hell, and just to keep and eye on things. Quatre was sitting on an old battered arm chair watching the boy in front of him as he laid out maps on the table. Once all the maps were out, Trowa came and flopped onto the sofa next to him.
" He fell around this area." Trowa punched at the area on the map marked 'Warwickshire' with his finger." It's not a very big area, but it's taken me this long to narrow it down to this. If he isn't here in Stratford I'll still have to search Luddington, Evesham, possibly even Birmingham if they got the co-ordinates wrong. I fear he won't be wort saving by the time I find him." Trowa looked at the floor.
" Hmm." Quatre studied the maps." Well, we could search this area here tomorrow. It's just on the outskirts of town so we shouldn't be bothered by anyobody. I looked at the newspapers and there was no mention of an Angel. And trust me, if mortals found an Angel it would be all over the media within the next hour. So he's probably not fallen in a populated area or in the town." Trowa nodded. It made sense.
" Okay, tomorrow we search these fields. I hope you're right."
Hell:
Duo followed Heero down the cold corridoor with his head bowed. His hands were clasped behind his back and he wore a manacle on his right wrist that had a chain going from it to the belt on his trousers-all signs that he was a slave to the palace.
" Are you sure no-one will realise? I really don't think we're gonna' get away with this." Duo said nervously.
" You'll be safer with me than if you sat alone in my room. People go in there to clean, you'd be found instantly." Heero replied, not so reasurringly. Suddenly the corridoor came to an end as they rounded a corner. Duo almost bumped into Heero as he stopped in front of a door.
" We will, however, be found if you do silly things like that. Watch where you're going and don't look anyone in the eye, remember, you're lower class than them. They can have you executed for so much as moving." With that he pushed open the door to reveal a huge hall.
It was decorated with long, flowing sashes of silk in every colour of the rainbow. Tapestries adorned the walls and long, oak tables spread from wall to wall. Every one covered with the most delicious looking foods. Fruits, cakes, meats and fish, you name it, it was there. And there were six tables of it! Women scantilly dressed in indian-type clothing walked around with drinks and little cakes of sweet-mince, they also hung over men like expensive cloaks. There was smoke coming from the blazing fire and millions of cigars, smoked by large men who sat on equally large, fluffed-up cushions. Duo just managed a gasp when Heero yanked on the chain that hung heavilly by his side.
" Keep up." He hissed, and walked into the laughing, chatting, dancing crowd. Needless to say Duo was going to have a hard time that evening, and he definately didn't think he would pull it off.
A/N: Tadaa! Chapter 2, someone asked for it to be up in the next three days, but I can't remember when I posted no. 1 so...
I hope I managed it, but if I didn't then I apologise. Anywhoo, what's gonna' happen in the fancy hall? And how miffed will Trowa and Quatre be when they realise Duo isn't even on Earth, let alone in Warwickshire? Read chapter 3 to find out! (God that sounded like a really cheesy advert for mouth wash or something...)