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Fallen Angel
The forest seemed lit up that night. The moon
seemed to cast shadows among the branches of trees, forming spiralling patterns
on the grassy floor below, a carpet of moss and twigs, with the occasional log
or branch from a fallen pine. Everything was silent. Even the animals that
resided in the area seemed to have gone quiet as the realisation of something
new hit them first. The birds stopped singing to look up at the sky, insects
stopped chirping and buzzing, laying stock still in their hiding places, larger
creatures held their breath as they awaited whatever was about to happen, even
the stars had stopped twinkling to form small lanterns to help guide whatever
was coming. Only one thing seemed to live. The boy.
Among the branches,
moss and grass on the ground, lay a flaxen haired boy. His eyes were closed as
his body lay twisted on the floor, the air around him seeming more alive with
the expectation of his awakening than his own body did, his breathing barely
visible. His skin was pale, unnaturally pale, but beautiful in its hue, not
seeming unhealthy, just precious. His hair, a blonde of the purest form, that
sparkled with millions of colours in every different angle from which the light
was able to reach it. His eyes finally fluttered open, revealing long dark
lashes covering deep azure eyes, a million feeling rolled into one gaze. His
lips parted slightly, as if trying to form a word, but nothing seemed to be
working. He twisted his neck to look down, concealing a small gasp at a twinge
of pain. And the animals in the forest covered their eyes as for the first time
he saw his broken wings. The white feathers, like his hair shimmering a
different colour with every shaft of light, had been torn and broken ruthlessly,
blood tingeing the soft white down, purity corrupted by the very substance that
kept him alive. Tears formed in his eyes at the sight, the pain not yet there,
but the image alone causing him to merely begin realising the situation. He
raised a palm to his cheek to wipe away a tear, discovering instead the full
extent of his injuries caused by his fall. The blood covered his face, sticky
against his soft skin. He wasn’t sure if it was from wounds on his face, or his
wings which he had been laying against. Summoning all his strength, he pulled
himself to his feet. His legs were wobbly, seeming to be unable to support his
slim frame, the weight of his dead wings on his back causing him more anguish.
As he gazed steadily on the floor, a shadow appeared before him. Shaking, he
looked up, to reveal two figures he knew well from talk, but not from personal
experience.
One of the figures, dressed all in black, with a cross held
tightly in his hand, and large violet eyes which hushed all those made contact
with them,. was a slim framed, angel faced boy, who’s long chestnut hair
cascaded down his back, rippling as he moved giving the same effect as a
waterfall, a truly dazzling sight. But the boy knew that this was no angel. His
companion was a solemn figure, who carried the scythe belonging to his friend,
and who’s own cobalt glare was enough to pierce a persons heart from the inside
out, to drive them insane with their own hatred.
"Quatre…." The first boy
spoke quietly, moving forward so that he was eye to eye with the barely standing
blonde boy.
"Shinigami.." Quatre barely whispered back, casting a nod at
the scythe holding companion "Heero.." Heero nodded back, but his eyes did not
change. This meant they were here for good reason, business if you will. Quatre
looked back at the boy who now was now holding his chin "Duo.." These two were a
pair of Shinigami’s servers.
"Poor baby…." Duo whispered, kissing Quatre
on the forehead. Quatre shuddered, the boys kiss feeling so warm to his skin,
but leaving him feeling cold inside. "Angels aren’t supposed to fall in love.
Love is a human emotion ,God created love for humans, not for us, not for his
servers Quatre." Quatre was sure he could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but
let out a small gasp as he realised his tears were falling down Duo’s cheeks.
"What happened?" Quatre whispered.
"You fell Quatre." Duo cried
more, his tears not belonging to him but falling heavily none the less. "Heaven
couldn’t hold you when you kept pulling away. You were in Gods hands Quatre, and
you fell from his grasp." Duo’s crying was becoming more violent. "Your wings
are broken now. You cannot return" Quatre felt dizzy, blood seeming to rush to
his head. "I’m sorry Quatre, we were sent here to -" Duo couldn’t continue as he
fell back, caught into Heero’s arms, all of Quatre’s pain overwhelming him. He
looked at Heero, whose eyes were still unchanging. Did this mean there was worse
to come? Quatre could only imagine…
"Forgive me Quatre." Heero looked up.
"Duo said he would hold your pain for you whilst I did this, but he never
realised it would be this bad" Quatre glanced at where Heero had left Duo
kneeling on the ground, his face in his hands, his whole body shaking as he
cried uncontrollably. When Quatre managed to pull himself away from the painful
sight, Heero was no longer standing in front of him. "I’m sorry" he heard
Heero’s voice sound, but before he could respond, Duo grabbed his attention once
again as he threw himself to the ground, his entire body racked with sobs at
some new pain. Quatre heard a small thud behind him, and turned round, his eyes
widening in shock as he saw his wings laying on the ground behind him. They
seemed so lifeless now, yet he could still feel them as if they were still a
part of him, as if they were still connected somehow. Quatre bit his lip as he
felt himself tremble slightly at the sensation of the blood pooling around them,
running down his back and across his shoulders. The only remnants of them ever
physically being his were the small stumps of bones still on his shoulder
blades, the sight of the ripped flesh and exposed bone making him feel quite
ill. Heero held the large scythe forward so that Quatre could see how he had
removed his wings. Taking from his pocket a delicate cloth, seeming
inappropriate for the task, Heero swung the scythe back towards him, wiping
blood from its blade. And as the blood was absorbed into the cloth, Quatre felt
his wings no more. Heero walked past Quatre and picked up Duo ,holding the small
boy closely, protectively, draping him over his arms.
"Duo?" Quatre asked
nervously, concern in his voice at the chestnut haired boy who was not even able
to hear him now, his eyes clenched shut in pure agony. "I’m sorry Duo… " Quatre
said honestly as he realised it was his fault Duo was like this. Heero shook his
head
"Don’t worry, he’ll be ok." The cobalt eyed boy slowly stated. For
the first time he looked away, unable to make eye contact any longer as he
spoke. "It will return when we leave." For a moment there was silence as Quatre
thought about Heero’s last words, and before his eyes, Shinigami’s two servers
disappeared. For a moment the silence continued, as Quatre waited for the
inevitable. It happened, and then the pain set in. And in that moment,
everything in the forest came back to life as Quatre fell to his knees and
screamed.
The scream continued as two figures, once laying quietly in
bed, were awoken as one of them threw himself forward, sweat beading on his
skin, struggling to pull themselves away from some terrible nightmare. Quatre
opened his eyes, desperately struggling to rid himself of images still vivid in
his own mind.
"No! No! No!" he yelled, shaking as these memories came
flooding back to him. Why was it returning now? Why now? Oh god it hurt so
bad…
"Shhhh… shhh…" came a soothing voice, as strong arms were wrapped
around him.
"Trowa……" Quatre tried to speak, but was silenced as he felt
himself being drawn towards the taller boy, his face resting against his chest.
Everything seemed to become calmer as he felt Trowa’s heartbeat in time with his
own, Trowa’s own calm seeming to relieve his panic, the tight knot of fear in
his stomach and his chest loosening every time he felt his lover exhale. Still
breathing heavily, he wrapped his arms tighter around the him, not wanting to
ever let go, never wanting to leave this safe haven, never wanting to be out of
his grasp. For what seemed like hours the two sat in darkness together, Trowa
comforting as Quatre came to grips with this vivid dream that he was sure was a
memory. Gently, Trowa pushed Quatre so that he was lying down on the bed once
more, his head placed gently on the pillow. Running long fingers through his
hair, and down his face, Trowa leant forward and kissed Quatre on the forehead.
Quatre breathed in sharply as he felt a warmth inside him, as well as on his
skin. Trowa was now laying on top of him, covering him as if hiding him from
some strange monster, a protective stance, as he leant to the side and whispered
in his ear.
"It’s ok….. I’m here. Don’t be scared." Quatre continued
breathing heavily as Trowa continued "I love you Quatre. You know that, don’t
you?" Quatre nodded. Trowa pulled up Quatre’s hand from where it lay at this
side, bringing it forward so that he could kiss it as he spoke "And so you know
that as long as we are together we will both be alright. Nothing can harm us"
Quatre nodded again, a small smile growing on his face.
"I love you too
Trowa. I love you more than anything." He paused as he thought back over those
distant memories and what he used to be. Pulling Trowa’s face towards his with
both hands, he kissed him, pressing their lips together for a moment of precious
silence and much needed passion, before he continued. He finally spoke, any
regret in his voice hidden by true meaning of this speech: his love. "Trowa, I’d
give up my world for you."
The End
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