July 2000
Title: Do Angels Fly Away?
Author: Asuka
Warnings: This part has AU, Angst, future will have yaoi.
Archive: With my permission.
Feedback: All is welcome and begged for!
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and none of the G-Boys belong to me, never had,
never will (damn!). Belongs to Sotsu Agency, Bandai, and its creators.
"Possession" is a by Sarah McLachlan. The opening poem thingy is part of a
song that I heard on "Passions." I don't know the artist or the title, but
it's a beautiful song. ^
Notes: emphasized words in *...*, italics/thoughts in
/..../ Massive glomps go out to Angel Ikari and Lizard Queen for beta-ing
this for me!! ^^
*grins* Wai~! My first multi-parter fic!! Umm...this is gonna be a songfic
series, with five parts and and epilogue... As always, feedback is always
begged for. ^_~
~*I had a broken heart
Loved you right from the start
Wish you could stay with me for always
Is it true -
Do angels fly away?*~
-unknown-
[Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time
The night is my companion, and solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here and not be satisfied? ]
"I'm not happy here." The figure looked away from the radiating light before him.
"I know," was the response.
"I just wish that Death could die. But I know it's not possible. Somehow I think I'm already dead. As if I've always been like this."
"I can change that...If you're willing," came the almost hesitant reply.
*Anything... Make me forget... I can't live like this anymore.*
[And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
And after, I'd wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear ]
White clouds drifted over the horizons, misty nebulas sweeping across the terrain. In the east, the sun flirted with the moon in the west, gazing diamond spectators hung throughout like a crowd. Light radiated the dimension, mingling with the aqua blue overhead.
Among the brightness of the area, one silent figure stuck out, its blackness a hole in the gold perfection. Behind it, a string of weary blurs trailed, pale and void of color. Soft moans disturbed the quaint music that surrounded the premise. The dark cloaked figure continued on its way, ignoring the chatter, stares, and murmuring around. The destination was reached, and, pausing for an instant to open the gold adorned doors, the character moved to the side, allowing the line that had followed to enter the hall. When the chain finally ended, the being sighed as it shut the door tight, tiredly walking towards the throne room. Dismissing the fiery forms approaching, it walked to the front.
"I can't do this anymore."
The character in front of the darkness blazed with a beautiful golden sheen. Resting his cheek upon his hand, he replied, "What is wrong, my child?"
[Through this world I've stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word to find
The truth enslaved ]
The black figure removed the hood from its head, now revealing itself to be a boy who looked to be about the age of a teenager, glowing chestnut hair cascading down his back, violet eyes clouded with sadness. He took off his cloak, casting it to the side, revealing a similar black robe, two ebony wings emerging from his back. "I can't stand this - my duty. Of all the choirs, I was born into the Power(1), and as Death, nonetheless."
"What's wrong with death? Is there something wrong about the means to an end and a new beginning to the next?"
The dark angel contemplated, chewing his bottom lip as a distraction. "No, of course there isn't. But why was I placed with the job? With this ?" he said, arms gesturing down the length of his body.
"Because it suited who you were to be best."
"How can what I am best at be destruction? People fear me. They hate me. The others reject me as if I'm some sort of plague. I'm not equal in their eyes. Of all of them, I'm the only different one."
"Humans fear what they don't understand. I know it's hard to stomach, but you'll have to accept it. As for your fellow angels, I don't know what to say. I wish I could change them, but perhaps they'll always be like that because *they* too do not understand. Until they walk your path, they never will. And that never can be."
[Oh you speak to me in riddles
And you speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
Your words keep me alive ]
Tears brimmed at the amethyst eyes. "So it will be like this for eternity, then? I don't know if I can take it. Not only the rejection from my own kind, but the position I was given. Do you know how painful it is to take someone's child? To look into their parents' crying eyes as their child breathes their last breath? To take the hand of a dying person whose eyes show nothing but fear? I do. Far too well. And I wish I hadn't been born to take on this damned task. To be cursed not only with this mission, but with black wings as well. It's as if I'm tainted, and the others' purity will be corrupted if they get near me or come into contact."
"I know what it's like. To see your children die...to fall... And I can sympathize because I made it all."
"I'm not happy here." The figure looked away from the radiating light before him.
"I know," was the responce.
"I just wish that Death could die. But it's not possible. Somehow I think I'm already dead. As if I've always been like this."
"I can change that...If you're willing," came the almost hesitant reply.
*Anything... Make me forget... I can't live like this anymore.*
[And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
And after, I'd wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear ]
"Duo," the power before him began, "I think I might know someone who'll understand you completely."
"I seriously doubt that. You said before no one could completely understand me because I'm the only one who'll have to experience what I do."
The light chucked softly, more light shimmering from his body. "Duo, do you know *why* you were given the name you were?" He received a negative responce. "It's because you were born with a counterpart, someone who is like the other half of you."
After a period of silence, Death asked, "Who is it?"
"A fellow angel like yourself, a Power."
"Another angel? Ha, why would it get along with me? All of the angels don't like me." He sighed, "So who is it? Bring 'em out."
The light glowed more intensely as the being's mouth shifted into a smile. "Oh, you'll know. Only you can't meet this angel here."
[Into this night I wander
It's morning that I dread
Another day of knowing of
The path I fear to tread
Oh into the sea of waking dreams ]
"Why not?!"
"Because you will have to meet on the physical realm, not here. To fully understand one another, you will have to go through and share the same experiences."
"And if I refuse?" Duo retorted.
"Then you would miss out on what could be the love of your life. That one being who completes you, knows you fully."
[I follow without pride
Nothing stands between us here
And I won't be denied ]
The small angel was taken aback. Love? Someone, let alone an *angel*, could love *him*? He never had felt that emotion before. Of course, he knew his creator loved him; why else would he have bothered to make him in the first place? But another...?
[And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
And after, I'd wipe away the tears ]
"Sure, why not. It's a heck of a lot better than caravaning the souls of the dead. And what have I got to lose?" /Except all hope.../
His creator's smile widened. "And who knows, Shinigami. It might just work out."
[Just close your eyes... ]
End Part 1
Notes:
(1). Powers were one of the nine choirs of angels. Their jobs were to
prevent fallen angels from overtaking the world and keeping balance in the
universe. Some were angels of life, others of death. (Naturally, Duo's
death, but I made it so that there was only one angel of death. Guess who
his counterpart is. ^^).
So what did ya think?
(:./asuka/angel1)
