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Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Death

Chapter 1: Falling

Warnings: Angst, death,
violence, NCS (not main characters), angels, God bashing, eventual lemon,
liberties with religion, the ten plagues, and Duo�s episode zero.

Pairings: eventual 1x2, 3+4,
5+2, 5+13, unrequited R+1.

Rating: R

Summary: Duo calls himself Shinigami, but it is not just a name.

Notes: After writing 11
chapters of hentai, I�m taking a little break to work
on this fic. I wrote the teaser four years ago and
still have no idea where this is going, so bear with me. I do not own �Uchuu�, that belongs to Angela
Aki, one of the best singers ever. I highly recommend her. Uchuu
is sung in Japanese, but I have translated it for your reading pleasure. ^^
However, if there is anyone who speaks Japanese and knows this song and feels I
have translated it wrong, please send me a better version for I do not speak
Japanese, I just try my best. When translating this, I thought it would be
appropriate for this fic as it sounds like the
speaker is leading away a dead spirit and Duo is the God of Death. However, I
know that this was not Angela�s intention, I just feel
that it could be interpreted as such.

AC 188

//Yesterday
afternoon I met a girl

in the hospital lobby

�I�m calling out my name to heavens�

she says as stardust appears in the sky

Pulling up my skirt, I sit down next to he

�Why are you crying?� I ask.

Her tears words become words as she replies,

�Because a lost loved one can never return.�

�Come, follow me� I say,
going outside

to watch the change of the seasons

as five moons hangs in the sky

But she wasn�t behind me like I expected

so I give her a hug as if nothing happened

The girl smiles when she sees

the smiling rocks at our feet.

�Little girl, do you believe that is where it all ends?�

You and me, we can go
anywhere

because we exist together

Heaven, oh heaven, oh heaven

You and me, our consciousness

are always bound to each other

Heaven, oh heaven, oh heaven

As for her last words, they
were

�Eternity is now�//

The lone figure walked through
the masses of bodies. The bodies were charred, pus leaking from the black and
red wounds. Faces were disfigured as flesh had been blown away to reveal
blue-black veins, raw muscles and shocking white of bone. Eyes, what eyes were
left in the rotting sockets, were wide in surprise, death swift, yet their
light still lingered. The gore strewn about the dusted fields of wreckage,
glass strewn about melted and cracked stone and concrete, caused no expression
of grief on the figures face. He had seen many sites like this in the past
years. War always made ripe genocide and mass trauma, and it was his job to
collect. Like a seasoned mortician who breaks open the chest cavities of
corpses with not so much as a grimace, he moved from body to body. He sunk a
pale hand into the mess that used to be a living person and drew out long
strings of bright, blue, glowing light. It was only as the light absorbed into
him that he shuddered. Past emotions, thoughts, and memories came into him with
that light as he saw the person�s life before him, permanently etched into his
head. He stood, shaking a little. He went from body to body, hundreds of them,
repeating this process without a word. His shaking increased with each burst of
light into him, but still he finished his work. A few feet away, a single,
large crow sat, perched on a outreached hand, arms
ascending upwards in rigor mortis, its beady eyes watching in cold silence.
Dust moved in great arcs around the boy�s long, chestnut hair, twisted into a
braid, but did not settle on him, his pale skin not marred by a single thing,
as though he were not even there. His violet eyes were dark with pain and pity,
though they held no other emotion, besides weary, like
an old worker, waiting for retirement that would never come. He wore a long,
black cloak, the white feathers of his large, outstretched wings did not move
at all as a harsh wind moved through the field of the dead. He finally reached
the last of the bodies, young woman with large shards of prettily colored glass
embedded into her breast, chest, and legs. One sharp piece of gold and blue
glass stuck out from her right, staring blue eyed, dull in death. Her once
bright gold hair was red with blood, fanned out underneath her. Her torn,
charred hand clutched a gleaming gold cross. He reaped her, the shinning light
entering his chest. He cried out as her soul became one with his, tears falling
onto pale cheeks. He ran thin fingertips along her arm, torn apart by the
exploding glass of the church�s windows. He pried the cross from her burnt
fingers, a couple of them breaking off and falling onto the dust-covered ground
like hard clay. He put the cross around his neck, the gold settling on his
skin, as cold as the metal itself. As the dust, carried by the wind settled,
both he and the crow disappeared.

�� Duo kneeled before a
figure wrapped in pure white cloth who sat on a large throne of gold in a great
hall, the walls decorated in complex patterns of all colors. He presented the
figure with a glowing, blue ball of light which he held in his hand.

�� My mission is complete, my lord. 245 souls,� God, his long
black hair iridescent like grackles feathers and his eyes as gold as the thrown
he sat on, took the light from Duo.

�� Good work as usual, Shinigami,�
though he smiled at his angel, his eyes held no love for his loyal servant. Like
a master looking upon a slave, he expected no less from Duo than perfection,
for failure would only be dealt with in pain and death. �As a reward, I have
another assignment for you. It is much smaller than the last. A family of three
has been killed, a mother, father, and daughter. You will deal with this in the
usual fashion, quickly, and then return to me.�

�� I understand, my lord.�

Duo left the great hall with
a heavy heart. Angels were not supposed to feel this way. They were servants of
God. They were only supposed to do His will. And yet, he felt this horrible pain
inside of him, a deep loneliness, a longing for sleep and companionship, but
mostly for sleep. How long had it been since he had been the God of Death? Centuries? Millenniums? Time in
heaven was a nonexistent thing. Like all angels, Duo had no concept of his life
as a human, his memory being wiped as soon as he ascended. He only remembered
an incredible pain as his wings grew from him, followed by emptiness as his
human emotions were ripped from him. He was given his name, Shinigami,
and sent to work, never to sleep, never to rest. As Shinigami,
he was given one companion, Lucifer, a creation of God, to watch over him. Or
rather, to make sure he did his job. Lucifer�s true purpose was to report to
God about his progress, but in truth, Lucifer seemed to hate God, though Duo
did not know why. It was Lucifer who kept the secret of Duo�s name. From the
killing of the first born of Egypt,
to the Maxwell Church Massacre, Duo had served God obediently. In all of his
time, he had reaped souls, unseen, unknown, until two little boys. God may have
been omnipotent, but he was not omniscient, so he had not known of them. The
first had been a seven-year old boy named Maemi(1). His family had been the first victims of a plague on
L2. He had already taken his mother and father�s souls when he reached the boy�s
bedroom. Maemi was beautiful with typical messy, but
clean, chocolate brown hair, and the most intense, deep blue eyes Duo had ever
seen. Maemi was not quite dead yet, so Duo had to
wait. He was sick with fever, his pupils dilated and his pale body wracked with
seizures. This happened sometimes with people who were sick. They were on the
brink of death, but their souls were still too connected with their bodies for
him to take them. If he did, the soul he reaped would not be intact and thus,
unable for them to join the afterlife. The body would still be alive, but
without memory or emotion. It would have animalistic urges, but no sense of
living. It would be what humans called a �zombie�. As for the soul, it would be
permanently lost in between life and death. So, he had to wait for the body to
die before taking the child�s soul. He was used to it, but it still disturbed
him to watch someone die. Duo was an aberration. �He knew that if anyone besides Luc knew of it,
he would be killed. Death for an angel was different than death for a living
creature. There would be no afterlife, only nothingness. A fallen angel would
be stripped of its wings, branded with the mark of the fallen,
its eyes gouged out and put on display for fifty lifetimes before being
executed. Duo was different from other angels. He was the only Shinigami. This was not abnormal,
there was only one angel of death every time. The last one had fled to hell to
flee God and Duo had taken his place. No, what was abnormal was that Duo felt.
No angel had human emotions, they were immediately
stripped upon becoming angels. But, after five missions, Duo�s emotions had
returned to him little by little. He became somewhat used to his job, but still
these feelings remained. After all of this time of being the angel of death,
feelings of loneliness and depression plagued him. He was weary and yearned for
death. Beyond that, he was a threat to God as a feeling angel. While he served
Him, he still had the feelings to know that such servitude was wrong. He hated
being a slave, further more of being death. With Luc as his only companion, he
yearned for others. So, when he saw Maemi�s eyes, a
beautiful blue, filled with such horrible pain, he felt things no angel should
feel: sympathy, guilt, and worst of all, hesitation. Then, something happened
that would haunt Duo for the rest of his eternal life, Maemi
looked right at him. This was not too strange, many
had looked upon him and saw an empty space. But when this child�s eyes locked
on his, Duo knew that this boy was not staring into nothingness, but looking at
him.

�� Kirei��,
the boy murmured in a hoarse, week voice, his hand outstretched towards Duo.
Against his better judgment, Duo took his smaller hand is his. In shock, their
hands connected. This could not be possible! This boy was not dead, thus he
could not touch him! As long as Duo was connected with heaven, no living being
could see or touch him, yet this boy had. Further more, he felt something, like
something locking into place. A connection. As an
ethereal being, Duo felt the swirls of fate around him. Fate was liquid. It
could bend and stretch when decisions were made, but he felt no change in Fate�s
stream. Was this supposed to happen, then? A strange
warmth blossomed in Duo�s heart, it was beautiful. It felt so right, he though
he was dying.

�� What� is your� name?� the boy managed, his words hesitant
not because of his health, but because English was clearly not his first
language. Though, that mattered little to Duo as he could understand all
languages, even that of the plants and animals. The boy�s accent was thick, but
understandable.

�� Shinigami,� Duo replied. Maemi smiled.

�� Strange name, for one like you.
Have you come to take me?� Duo nodded, tears in his eyes.

�� Why you cry? Are you lonely?� Duo nodded, tears falling. �That bad. One so pretty shouldn�t cry. Don�t you have one
you love?� Duo shook his head.

�� I�m alone. I have no one.� Tears sprung from Maemi�s eyes. Duo felt that warmth increase. That this
child was crying for him, it touched him deep inside.

�� I alone as well. Momma and Dadda are dead. Can we be together? You need someone to
talk to, I like you. Your eyes are honest.� Duo sat next to him, still holding
his hand.

�� Are you afraid, Maemi?� Maemi shook his head.

�� I was, but you came. I not afraid
anymore. If I die, will you stay with me?� Duo shook his head.

�� No, you won�t die,� Duo leaned forward and pressed his
lips against Maemi�s, stealing away his breath.
Something black and wispy, like smoke that was alive, came from the child�s
mouth into Duo�s. Duo choked on it, then swallowed. Duo felt the boy�s moving
soul settle back fully into his body and the color returned to him. Duo helped
him stand.

�� You can�t stay here, you�ll die.�

�� Where are you taking me?� Maemi
asked.

�� To someone who will care for you, protect you.�

�� I don�t want to! I want to stay with you.� Duo simply
pushed back his unruly bangs and kissed him on his forehead, putting him to
sleep.

�� I�m sorry, I�m so, so sorry��

�� Duo left the boy near a campsite on Earth where an assassin
slept. Maemi slept peacefully. Duo knew that the assassin
would soon awake and find him. He only hoped that he would love the boy as he
did.

�� Duo still missed the boy. He thought for sure that he would
never meet another like him, but he did. And yet, he still did not feel the way
he did with Maemi. The second boy was named Solo and
Duo did not save him like he did Maemi. Much like Maemi, Solo had been sick and Duo had had to wait for him
to die. Also like Maemi, Solo had talked to him and
felt sorry for him. Solo had been a street kid and believed that everyone
needed a name and a friend. He promised Duo that, even when he died, he would
find a way to stay with him and be his friend. Because of this, he should call
himself Duo. Duo was flattered, as well as a bit mystified that another human
could see him, and took the only gift the poor orphan could give him. As
always, Lucifer kept his secrets.

�� Are you ok?� Lucifer asked. Duo stared at him. Lucifer was
in his ethereal form, a tall young boy with pale skin, long silky black hair,
and eyes that were completely black with not a trace of color in them; crow�s
eyes, the only part of him that stayed the same no matter what form he took.
Duo nodded.

�� I�ll be fine,� he fingered the gold cross. Lucifer hugged
the smaller boy against him.

�� That�s a lie, you haven�t been fine for a long time.� Duo shrugged.

�� There�s nothing I can do.� He walked toward the door, the
portal to Earth. Luc�s eerie eyes followed him.

�� There�s always a choice,� he murmured.

�� Her name was Kathy. She was six, with blonde pigtails and
green eyes. She had a rabbit named Mr. Muffy and
wanted to be a teacher just like her mommy. Her mommy was dead, her throat slit
and nipples sliced off, her body in the bathroom. Her father was a private
nurse. His dick was floating in the toilet, his head was in the freezer and his
body was on the couch in the living room. Duo immediately took them, their
memories integrating into him. He saw how the man, his brown beard unkempt and
his grey eyes wild, had broke into the house, killed Kathy�s father, and raped
and killed her mother. Kathy was still in her bedroom. She was naked, blood and
semen running down her bruised legs. She was dying, but her body was still
alive. Duo didn�t know why, but this sparked pure dark anger in him and he made
his choice. He shed his angelic form, severing the connection between himself
and heaven.

�� What are you doing?!� Lucifer�s mindvoice
ripped through his head.

�� What�s the good of being an angel if I can�t save the
people who deserve to be saved?!� Duo snapped, his body glowing with fury. He
placed his fingers against Kathy�s crushed throat. Her corporeal body fled from
her and looked at him in shock.��

�An
angel�,� he touched her cheek.

�� I can�t save your parents, but I can save you,� he said,
holding her hand. He led her away from the house, away from the colony to
Earth, into a hospital.

�� What are we doing here?� She asked. Duo smiled at her.

�� You won�t remember any of this. This is all I can do for
you.� They were suddenly in a room. A woman lay on a hospital bed in labor,
blood leaking out of her vagina, her stomach stretched. What the woman didn�t
know was that her baby was already dead. The girl�s spirit body turned to light
and Duo led her into the baby�s soulless body, not yet dead.

�� Are you sure about this?� Luc asked, landing on Duo�s
shoulder.

�� Fuck God,� Duo growled, his wings slowly turning black as
his connection to God had been severed and his body was turning into one of the
fallen and he felt his human memories being returned to him along with his free
will. He had been apart of a tribe living in America, years before the pyramids
had been built. Their crops and animals had all died and their tribe was being
plagued by a disease. His father had believed him to be cursed by a demon and
had sacrificed him against their elder�s will as his mother cried and screamed
in anger�

�� Duo shook his head, clearing his head of those visions.
That was not him anymore. Fuck, how long had he been around for?! No, he couldn�t
think of that, he still had one more thing to do before he disappeared forever
into the human masses� he had to find a man with a brown beard and cold, grey
eyes�.

End Chapter 1

(1)
Maemi means honest one, a testament to Heero�s
live your life according to your emotions philosophy.
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