Warnings: None really, maybe a tiny bit of angst if you wanna call it that and a tiny bit of shounen ai. I don't own GW, nor do I own the G-boys :::sighs::: No matter how much I wish I did, oh well. :::snaps fingers::::
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Duo sniffled as he watched Heero toss and turn once again in his sleep.
"Ne, Heero. Are you listening you me? Can you even hear me I wonder?" Duo said softly, his voice even more husky then usual because of unshed tears. "Well even if you can't, I'm gonna talk to you because to be honest, I'm going crazy here." Duo wiped at his nose with his arm in an eerily cat-like gesture. "When I was a kid living on the streets of this colony, there was this boy named Solo. He kinda took me under his wing and he became kinda like a big brother to me. I probably wouldn't have made it if it hadn't been for Solo, I had no idea how to survive on the streets. I was starving and nearly to the point of having to turn tricks in order to get some food."
Duo laughed self-deprecatingly. "You probably would look down on me for that, but I was /that/ hungry, and when no one gives a shit about you, you gotta do what you gotta do." Duo closed his eyes as a pair of mischievous and dancing blue eyes seemed to appear in his mind's eye. Solo... " But then... then Solo found me and he helped me to learn how to survive on the streets. We were a scraggly pair, little terrors actually."
A small smile lit upon Duo's lips briefly. "Always getting into trouble, the terrible duo is what they called us. That's how I got my name. Solo, he'd been alone for a long time so he started calling himself Solo. But then when he took me in there were two of us so I decided to call myself Duo. Heh, betcha never thought I'd get my name like that, huh?" Duo sagged against the bed and he laid his head against Heero's hand. "Please, don't leave me." He whispered brokenly and tiny droplets of moisture splashed against Heero's skin unheeded.
"You're what!?" Heero growled and the Duo-Angel smiled enigmatically.
"Actually, that's not completely true." He said softy. "I'm both Life and Death."
"How can you be both?" Heero asked suspiciously.
"There is a thin line between Life and Death just as there is one for a lot of things in life. Like say, pleasure and pain, love and hate. You walk that thin line every day. But on this day, the line has gotten a lot thinner and now, you have to choose."
"Choose?" Heero asked, his cobalt blue eyes confused and unsettled while his face remained impassive as ever.
"Yes, choose. Even as we speak, your physical body languishes away at the hands of a plague you caught when you came to L2."
"Honto?" Heero asked, surprise registering on his face.
"Aa." The Duo-Angel murmured as he gestured and Heero suddenly saw himself lying, sweating and feverish in a bed. Duo was knelt down next to him, leaning his head against his hand and... crying...
"Duo.." Pain and regret clearly registered on Heero's face for once when he saw the small teardrops falling from beneath Duo's long, sooty lashes. The American was saying something but Heero couldn't hear what it was he said.
"So that's the one who is so precious to you." The Duo-Angel's voice broke into Heero's stunned thoughts.
"What do you mean? Aren't you a part of Duo or something? A projection?" The angel-like creature shook his head.
"No, you're the one who gave me this form. You gave me the form of the person you care about the most, it's an instinctive thing that humans do when in an unfamiliar situation like this. You turn to the ones you rely upon to help protect you and to ease your fears. That person for you, happens to be this boy."
"Uso.." Heero said, deadly soft.
"It's not lie, I assure you. You may not be aware of it yet, but he /is/ the most important person to you."
"Who are you to tell me how I do and do not feel??" Heero shouted in a burst of sudden anger.
"Who are you to deny what you feel?" The angel-like creature shot back. "I know you aren't very familiar with emotions, but even you should be able to see that what you feel for this Duo is a lot stronger then mere friendship or camaraderie." Heero scowled darkly and glared at the one standing before him.
"So what am I supposed to do?" Heero asked grudgingly. "How am I supposed to choose?"
"You have to choose between Life or Death." Heero cocked an eyebrow at that.
"Heh, depends on what's on the other side of Death." He muttered and the Angel chuckled. "Oi, what am I supposed to call you?"
"Whatever you like."
"You look like an Angel of Death."
"I'm flattered, but to be fair, I'm also what you would call an Angel of Life." The Duo look-a-like fluttered his wings and his chestnut hair blew in the breeze once again.
"Shinigami." Heero said suddenly. "I'll call you that."
"God of Death and Darkness... also what the one called Duo is called. A nickname."
"Yeah, well since you have those black wings, you look like what I would imagine Death to look like."
"What, no grim reaper with bones instead of flesh?" The newly named Shinigami asked.
"No, that's a ridiculous fairy tale made up by people who were too terrified to face the fact that Death could easily come to them in the form of their own beloved ones." Shinigami looked slightly impressed and nodded his head.
"Close enough, closer then most mortals get, that's for sure."
"Thank you." Heero said dryly as he looked around, he caught something out of the corner of his eyes and spun around. He could have sworn he saw a feather..
"What are you looking for?" Shinigami asked.
"Another one like you." Heeor said as he looked around.
"Oh? No one else should be assigned to Guild you." Shinigami frowned as he too looked around.
"I saw the tip of another pair of wings." Heero muttered but he could see nothing but the inky blackness outside of the light coming from he and Shinigami. The chestnut haired Shinigami suddenly broke into laughter and he walked over to Heero.
"Wings.." Amusement shone brightly in his eyes as he touched Heero's shoulder and pulled a feathered appendage around for the Japanese boy's inspection.
Heero's eyes widened to an impossible size as he stared at the wings that seemed to have suddenly sprouted from his back. Now where the hell had /they/ come from!?
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