My Angel
My Angel
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My Angel
Pairings: 1+2, R+1, past 6+2
Warnings: AU, language,
angst, attempted NCS, lemon, some violence, death (not Heero or Duo)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Duo is a struggling
he sees an angel in a field.
Chapter 1: Sighting
Duo managed to draw his sixth character sketch before
throwing his pencil down in disgust.
“This is pointless,” he muttered. He desperately looked
around his studio in his apartment which was cluttered with papers and art
supplies. He tried so hard to feel it, that spark of inspiration, which used to
come so easily before, but now seemed so far away, yet just out of reach. He
sighed. After writing three popular manga series that
totaled over forty volumes, you would think this would be easy, but ever since
the accident, it felt as though his heart was empty. Duo ran a hand through his
auburn hair. His next door neighbors kept pressuring him to go see a therapist,
but he didn’t have the money for it and he didn’t want to go. Quatre and
Duo’s initial reaction to the accident, Quatre would be forcing him to every
club he knew, trying to find him a date. But, what Duo needed right now was not
another boyfriend. He had been seeing Zechs for only
three months, but his death still hurt. At first, when he had gotten a phone
call that his boyfriend had been hit by a truck when the driver had fallen
asleep at the wheel, he had cried and sobbed, locking himself in his room and
cutting off all human contact. But then, three weeks later, he was… over it. He
felt heartless and an overwhelming sense of guilt about that. How could he be
so cold? But no matter how hard he tried, he felt emotionless about it. He now
felt a horrible emptiness, which had always been there; Zechs’
death had only caused to bring it out full force. He supposed that is he really
thought about it, he had never cared for Zechs. Yes,
he was beautiful, but he had never truly gotten into the relationship. So then,
why did it hurt so much? It was the loneliness. And the knowledge that yet
another person had left him all alone. If he thought for even longer, he would
find that he believed that everyone would leave him eventually, that he was
destined to be alone. But then again, he had stopped believing in god and
destiny a long time ago. He sighed again, this time more deeply.
“I guess I’ll go for a walk,” he murmured to no one for
once. Not even Shini was here to listen to his
ramblings, but he was used to talking to his walls. He grabbed his usual black
t-shirt and blue jeans, strapping his black watch to his thin wrist.
‘Note to self: walk for an hour; go to convenience store
and get ramen and soda.’ As he exited his apartment, he looked around
nervously. No one was around.
‘Good, coast is clear.’ He walked briskly towards the
elevator.
“DUO!” Duo winced as he heard his
neighbor call out to him in a, in his opinion, overly cheerful voice.
Right across from his apartment lived Trowa
Barton and Quatre Winner. Trowa was a doctor, a vet
to be exact, and usually minded his own business, unlike his significant other.
He and Duo had an unspoken understanding of each other. They would often get a
bagel in the morning together and when Shini got
sick, Trowa was the first person he went to. Quatre,
however, was a different story. He meant well, but because of his rampant worry
and nurturing personality, he needed to know everything that as going on.
Still, duo let him know when to back-off. Quatre used to belong to a rather
rich family, but they disowned him as soon as they had learned about his
relationship with Trowa. Surprisingly, he hadn’t
cared too much.
“If I had to choose,” Quatre had told Duo, “between my
wealth and Trowa, I would always choose
that if it had ever come between Zechs and his art,
there wouldn’t have been an issue, Zechs
would have had to go.
“I wish had a relationship like that,” Duo would often
think when he was around them. Quatre actually worked in the same publishing
company that published Duos books. He had a comfortable relationship with the
blonde, but when he wanted to be alone, he was such a nuisance. Times like,
well, now.
“Duo! Where are you going?” Duo
Quatre queried as soon as he came within talking distance.
“A walk and to get some dinner.”
Quatre frowned.
“Duo! Please tell me you’re not
eating ramen noodles again!” Duo blushed. Guilty as charged.
“Duo, please promise me you’ll get something decent for
once! A steak or something; I know you can cook. Heck, I’m going to come over
when you get back and make sure you didn’t get anything that requires a
microwave, you hear me?” Duo nodded sheepishly.
“Ok, ok, I’ll cook tonight. Hey, why don’t you and
brightened.
“Alright! You know how I love your
cooking!” Duo waved him goodbye and hurried towards the elevator before he
could be stopped again.
About a twenty minute walk from his apartment was a
beautiful field filled with wildflowers. He normally couldn’t go there with
Quatre and Trowa because of Quatre’s allergies and
often went just to relax and be alone. Tonight was chilly and awfully windy,
much to Duo’s disappointment. He shouldn’t have chanced it and brought a
jacket. He was about to turn around when he saw a bluish-red light coming from
the middle of the field. He clenched his fist.
‘Fucking kids! If they’re starting
fires again, this time I’ll smack them around myself! Stupid parents! “They’re
not doing anything wrong”, my ass! Destroying such beautiful flowers, have they
no respect?!’ He ran over to where he saw the light, and then stopped dead in
his tracks. His first impulse was to run. Run back to reality and try to
convince him that he was exhausted and hallucinating. But the artist in him
kept him from budging. He silently wished that he had brought his sketchpad. He
simply stood there and stared at the apparition before him.
hair and the white robes he wore around fiercely, yet the pure white, downy
wings which sprouted in huge, delicate arcs from his clothed back were unmoved.
The light, which surrounded the ethereal
had turned to a deep blue which accented his slightly tan skin and cobalt blue
eyes, which seemed as deep as the lake a few feet away from the edge of the
field.
End Chapter 1