Wings and Horns

A/N: I don't own Gundam Wing, etc.

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Alex grabbed for his heart. Closing his eyes tight, he tried to bare the pain that he felt. It was as if someone was trying to pull it out of his chest. Thomas stepped away from his good angel buddy. At times like this, demons and angels weren't allowed to touch. No one ever told these two why. The best Thomas could guess was incase one of them were to drop dead and go back to heaven or hell, the other one wouldn't get dragged with him. After a few minutes, Alex lowered his hands. Breathing hard he looked up at Thomas and gave a slight smile.

"Not like I haven't been through that before, huh?"

"Alex...can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"How did you die?"

Alex started walking down the path. Thomas took step beside him and waited patiently for the good angel to start. Sure it was a rough story for anyone who died, to tell, but sometimes others were curious about your life.

"Well. I forgot how many human years it was, but about a thousand angel years ago, it happened. I was...seventeen I believe. I was a popular kid in high school. Always invited to the parties, always got special attention from everyone, and I was always the one that everyone thought was perfect. I went to church, loved my family, lived the way God wanted me to basically. Everyone wanted to be just like me. Sure I enjoyed all this special treatment, but after a while it got old. I wanted people to know I was just like them. I made mistakes and no one would notice. One night, I went to this big party. Everyone was going to be there. I remember my mother telling me not to go, but you know how kids are. Their parents tell them not to do something and they get this urge to do it."

Thomas nodded. He was just like that. Did the opposite his parents had said. Alex continued.

"I snuck out that night and went to the party. I had a great time. At first I stuck with just drinking soda, but after a while I guess peer preasure got the better of me. I tried a little beer, thought it wasn't that bad, and continued to drink it. I even had a few cigarettes. I was so wasted by the time I decided to go home that I didn't even think about having someone come pick me up. Instead, I got in my car and headed home. It had started to rain and I couldn't even see the road because it was so dark. I remember glancing at the clock and knew that I was going to be in deep trouble when I got home. It was almost three in the morning and dad needed the car for work at three-thirty. So I kicked it in gear and drove faster. I guess I hallucinated or something, but I could've sworn I had seen a deer in the road. So I swerved to miss it, but instead lost control of the car, spun and flipped three times. The next thing I knew, the car was wrapped around a tree totally destroyed. I couldn't move an inch. It was like I was paralized and all I remember before I took my final breath was saying "God forgive me." The rest is history."

Thomas looked at his friend. There were no tears in his eyes. No sorrow or pain from the story that he just told. Instead there was a blank stare. Usually the angels and demons break down crying because they thought they were either to young or wasn't ready to die. Thomas blinked and looked ahead as they still walked.

"You aren't mad that you died so young?"par "No. Why should I be? I mean it was my fault."

"Usually everyone complains that they weren't ready or God did this to them. Why didn't you?"

"Everything happens for a reason, Alex. I learnt, when I got to heaven, that I wasn't the one that was suppose to die. Instead it was suppose to be a little girl that I would've hit when I had gotten back to the side of town where I had lived. I thought better me than her."

"I see."

"What about you? How'd you die?"

"You don't know?"

"Not the whole details. Even though I was there, we don't see how it happens most of the time."par "You don't?"par "Nah. You're gaurdian angel does. We just get details later on."

Thomas laughed at that. Guardian angel. Where was he on the night I was killed then? Shrugging he decided to tell his friend about his own death. It was only fair since his friend had told him.

"Well...let's see. I died a few years after you. I was the opposite of what you were. I always hung out with the wrong crowd, did every possible drug I could get my hands on, drunk like there was no tomorrow. I was with a different girl every week, ya know? Anyways...I went to church on Sundays. Guess God decided to punish me for the way I acted because I ended up dying by a church. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Some robber was breaking into the church to still whatever was valuable. I tried stopping the ba...idiot. Turned out he was armed and I wasn't. The guy shot me and left me for dead. I cursed God, like you said, and ended up going to hell like I deserved. If I ever find out who that guy was, he is going to pay."

"You shouldn't hold a grudge, Thomas."

"Yeah and people aren't suppose to kill others either. Isn't that what the good book says?"

Alex stopped arguing with his friend. Thomas was in a sour mood and would argue everything that the angel would throw at him. He thought it was best if they dropped the subject and continued in search of that outside force. Quatre and Duo were running out of time, and he didn't feel like being locked in the castle for eternity. He knew that Thomas felt the same way. Looking up at the sky, Alex focused on the clouds that floated slowly past. He had forgot what it was like to be a kid without any care in the world. Smiling a little, he thought back to his childhood.

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Happy birthday, Alex! Your father and I couldn't decide what to get you, so we came up with this idea.

Alex let his mom lay the big box down in front of him. Slowly he took the lid off and let out a squeal of delight. A big, brown eyed lab jumped out of the box onto Alex's lap. Laughing, he wrapped his arms around his new puppy.

Thanks mom, thanks dad! This is the best birthday present ever!

You're welcome, son.

Ever since that day, Alex and Hersey,his puppy, were inseperable. They would go out in the back yard and lay around and watch the clouds. At night they would play together under the moon light. Hersey grew quickly. Hersey was still alive when Alex had gotten killed.

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"Hey Thomas. I wanna go check something out at one of the colonies. Wanna come?"

"Sure buddy."

Alex disappeared and Thomas followed. When they arrived on the colony, Thomas looked around. The place was all cleaned up nice. The houses were all rich looking.

"Colony 4? Why are we here?"

"I just got an urge to come here. Come on. Let's go to the other side."

Both angel and demon took off flying in the direction Alex had pointed to. Thomas took in the scenery from above. This isn't like the colony I grew up on. It's so much cleaner and better looking. I wonder why we're here in the first place. Thomas saw Alex was getting ready to land, and looked down at the mansion below them. It was the biggest house on the colony and was really expensive looking.

"Wow! Who lives here?"

"Quatre's dad."

"Why are we here then?"

Alex didn't reply to the question. Instead he went to the backyard. Looking around he smiled. It's the same way it was so long ago. I can't believe it hasn't changed. Alex walked over to a tree that had a house in the branches. The old tree house. I remember when dad and I built this thing. I was eight. I can't believe the Winner's didn't get rid of this old thing. Thomas looked around and tried to figure out why they had come here. He saw something move out of the corner of his eye, and turned toward the object.

"Um...Alex. There's a dog coming."

"It's alright Thomas. Animals are just like humans. They can't see us."

The dog started to wag its tail and gave a little bark.

"Yeah sure. Why's he still coming our way. He looks all excited too."

He looked around and saw no one else in sight. Alex glanced at the dog and stopped in his tracks. No. It can't be. He would've died a while back. Alex and Thomas watched as the dog stopped in front of them and sat down. It was a lab alright. An old one to be exact. Alex bent down and reached out his hand. The dog wagged his tail faster and gave another bark.

"Alex? What's going on?"

"I don't know. Hersey? Is that you old buddy?"

"Bark!"

"Hersey? You know this dog?"

"It was mine from a long time ago. I thought he would've passed away by now."

"Maybe it's a ghost?"

"I don't think so, Thomas. Ghost don't excists."

Hersey licked the angel's hand and scooted closer to the man's body. It really is Hersey. Is he dead?Both angels heard a door open and close. A few seconds later they saw a maid come out with a dish in her hands.

"Hersey! What are you doing over there?"

Hersey turned and gave a little bark at the maid. She smiled and started walking over to them.

"I think we better go Alex."

"No. We're fine."

The maid bent down beside Hersey and let him eat out of the dish.

"Eat up old boy. I'd hate for you to pass away before Quatre comes to visit. He'd be so heartbroken."

"Come on Thomas. Let's go."

"Alright."

Both angels dissipatated and left the maid and the old lab alone in the backyard.

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