Trowa blinked as the stranger helped him out, trying to make out his saviour's face against the glare of the sun. What he saw utterly surprised, and frightened, him.
Staring back at him was a cobalt-blue eyed, brunet boy who appeared to be his age. But that wasn't all; this "boy" had a rather large pair of white wings on his back. Trowa put a hand over his eyes, sitting heavily on the ground.
"Oh crap." he muttered, "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap."
The "angel" watched him, a hint of amusement in his hard blue eyes.
"I'm dead, and there's this angel guy who's going to bring me away." Trowa whimpered.
"You're not dead." The angel interjected, eyeing his tilted car critically. "Far from it, in fact."
"...that's what YOU say." Trowa returned. The angel snorted.
"It's true. Come, let's get the car back on the ground. You have an emergency tire, yes?"
Trowa nodded wordlessly, still not believing that he was talking to an angel. As they strained to lift the vehicle, the angel glanced at Trowa. The youth's light brown bangs stuck to his forehead, elegant eyebrows drawn together in concentration. Emerald green eyes glittered with life and trust and pink lips pursed underneath an aquiline nose.
'Lucky I was on duty.' The angel known as Heero smirked mentally. 'I got this one.'
End of Pt. 2
NEXT!
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Not too bad, ne?
**Wolf**
(:./babaca/rr2)
