Misjudged Fates
By Forgetfull. Would have only one 'L' but someone already had that spelling and I couldn't think of another name. My poor, overworked, grey brain...
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?
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: I don't own Gundam Wing, don't hope to, never will do, probably screw it up if I did.
Misjudged Fates
Chapter 3 Woo hu! I never thought I'd get this far so quick!
Hell:
Duo was hungry, tired and...
Completely, out-of-his-mind bored.
Who'd have thought the habitants of Hell could be so unactive? He was stood behind Heero's chair, as was costom of slaves. He'd been there throughout the whole evening, listening to them talk about him being a slave, the war in Heaven, and plans for the future. Heero had been right, no-one gave him a second glance...until his stomach let out a rather large growl. He was still being teased about it half an hour later. He couldn't help it. All this beautiful food in front of him being gobbled up by fat, rich demons while he just stood there, mouth watering at all the amazing smells.
" I should go now father. It's getting late." Heero said flatly, looking up at a granfather clock that looked completely out of place in a room fashioned after an Indian tent.
" Alright Heero, but remember what I told you. Have no pity towards your slave. It'll only land you in trouble." Duo looked at the man with all the hatred he could muster. This man had no pity towards anything, let alone slaves. He'd killed millions of Angels, thousands of his own people, only God knew how many mortals and many more besides. He even treated his own flesh and blood like dirt. Duo hated him.
" Goodnight." Heero stood up and plunged into the crowd, Duo stumbled after him. Suddenly Heero stopped and turned to Duo. " I'm going in there. I'll be out in a minute and you're to wait by the door until I do, understand?" Duo nodded silently, it was all part of the act. Heero turned once more into a door mark 'Men'. So Hell did have public facilities then-A/N: hopefully not as crappy as some of ours here on Earth, eh? Wink wink- Duo lent against the wall outside.
He looked around the room from his new veiw. There weren't as many people there, just a few clustered around tables. So the space by the toilets wasn't a hot spot then. There were a pair of dodgy demons, both surrounded by about five bodyguards, obviously 'negotiationg' some new business. There were five more lounging on cushions, women surrounding them and everyone holding a glass of something alcaholic. Duo couldn't stomach the stuff, it never tasted good either, he didn't understand why everyone drank it.
His eyes finally settled on three men in a corner. They were having a quiet discussion, and the alcaholic beverages on the table hadn't been touched. There was one short one, who had very little hair and was sweating too much. There was another. The only thing Duo could think about him, was how the guy could be so ugly with just one head...
The final man was completely different. He wasn't mortal, but looked completely human in any other way. In fact, he had an aura around him that Duo swore could've belonged to an Angel. His clothes looked expensive, his hair and face were well kept, and he had manners where most other Demons had none. There was no doubt he was a man of a high ranking upper-class. Duo wondered who he was.
Suddenly, the men all up and went, leaving behind the clean table still bearing the untouched drinks. He watched the large, ugly man disappear into the crowd. The other two had completely vanished.
" Hi!" Duo snapped his head around to see a boy of about thirteen peering at him.
" Um, hi?" The boy beamed at him, the long blond fringe he had falling into his eyes. He was stripped down to his waist, where a pair of old trousers were held up by the same same chain belt as Duo, the links following up to join to the manacle on the boy's right wrist. He was a slave.
" Who's your master?" The boy asked cheerfully, leaning against the wall beside Duo.
" Yuy Heero. You?" Duo was cautious, what if this was a test from someone who suspected something wrong?
" Mine's Arai Mariko. Horrible man, only work for him 'cause I have to. And I don't get paid either! Do you?" The boy looked up at him expectantly, and Duo noticed how blue his eyes were, how frail his frame and how he was shivering. This boy's master, Mariko, obviously didn't care for his slaves.
" No. I was bought." Heero had told him just what to say if anyone questioned him, but had said he'd have to improvise if there was anything he didn't know. The boy's grin widened.
" Same. What's your name? I'm Shoichi."
" Duo." Suddenly Shoichi's eyes widened and his grin faltered. He stood ridgid and Duo turned around to see the human-looking man waltzing towards them, his eyes showing anger.
" Shoichi." He said darkly, coming to tower over the small boy who seemed togrow weaker under his shadow. Not even a sound was uttered by the cowering slave beneath him, but Duo could tell he was terrified. He wondered what the man did to his slave to make the blond react so badly.
" Go, have the door open for me when I leave." Soichi jumped into action, practically hurling himself at the door. The man turned to Duo, and looked at him with disdain. " So, master Heero has a pretty little slave now. There are those that would kill for a position such as that, I'd watch my back at all times if that were me." He spoke as though thinking to himself, but Duo knew it was a warning. Wether it was for his benifit or if it was a subtle threat Duo couldn't tell, but he vowed to himself he would take the words seriously. The man stood and studied him for a while and then turned as if his time had been wasted. Like he'd travelled a long way to see a view of a landscape, only to find it burned once he got there.
The door next to him opened, and he fealt the breath he'd been unconciously holding rush out of him as Heero appeared.
" Alright?" Heero asked, noting the almost distressed look on the Angel's face. Duo nodded his head and followed his 'master' out of the room.
A/N: I know, short chapter. But writer's block hit me fast and hard, and I honestly can't get past it. Plus, guess what everyone? I got a brace. Fun. Unless you've had a fixed one you'll never know how painful and inconvinient they are. But enough of me whining, the next chapter will be up very shortly, I am enjoying writing this but I'm working on some hand-written ideas that also take up my time. It takes longer to write stuff out, and I don't think my muses like working on paper. No ideas come when I'm not on the computer, you know? Anyway, please reveiw, it's always great to hear from you all. Some of them have made me consider the plot of the story and now I think I've changed it for the better. So keep 'em coming, they're all good.