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Death and His Pilot	By : Coffeetailor Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

Chapter List
- 1-Travel
- 2-Arrival
- 3-Shinigami
- 4-Dinner
- 5-Assignment
- 6-Language
- 7-Colonies
- 8-Flight
- 9-Calm
- 10-Bound Souls
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Death and His Pilot

Chapter Four

He didn�t understand just what had happened, a thing that unsettled the pilot, but this man, Shinigami, was Duo, without a chance of doubt. Despite the new differences in his lover�s size to his own, the touch was the same as he had come to know and cherish. Sighing, Heero allowed himself to lie boneless against Shinigami�s chest, resting his head on the black-clad shoulder. At least some things hadn�t changed; most of the things that made Duo� Duo, were still present.

The two men carried Heero along with them as they went along with the boisterous crowd into a large dinging hall, where several hundred already were sitting, though they all stood in unison as Yami and Shinigami entered, making a gesture that Heero figured to be a sort of salute.

There were five empty chairs at the head of the largest table, one of which was smaller than the rest. Heero was set down on that one while his guides took seats on either side of him, Shinigami raising a glass of what looked like wine in a toast, calling out, �To victory!� His announcement was met with cheers as everyone else in the hall took their own seats, many casting curious glances at the small boy between their headmasters.

At Yami�s prompting, Heero served himself some food close to earth fare in appearance, using the time to watch the other creatures at the head table. Each and every one moved with the grace that could only be seen in a seasoned assassin, some even more skilled in stealth than he. Until then, Heero had only seen it in Duo when he was on a difficult mission, or when he had yet to notice Heero�s presence. What was this place?

�Your companion is very beautiful, Headmaster,� a woman said, leaning over to speak to the braided man. �I have never seen his like before. Did you meet him on your last mission?�

Shinigami shook his head. �We�re not sure where he came from. My brother tells me that his name is Heero, but we know nothing else, except for the fact that he seems to think my hair is a leash.�

The woman sent him a mischievous glance from beneath her lashes. �I�m sure that he�ll have the entire school jealous once word gets out that you let him so much as touch those locks of yours, much less wind them around his hand as he does. You may want to keep an eye on him, both for his safety from revenge and kidnapping.�

�Believe me, Taita, he will not be leaving my sight until I figure out the mysteries surrounding him,� Shinigami promised, slinging an arm around the surprised mortal and nearly making him drop his cup. Taita laughed as Heero once again grabbed hold of Shinigami�s braid, wrapping it around his fist and holding it to his chest possessively, fixing her with steely eyes. The effect, however, was quite ruined when he was pulled onto Shinigami�s lap and tucked under his chin in a loving fashion and the blue eyes softened once again.

�You know, if he weren�t so fragile, I would suggest making him one of us,� Taita said, eyes washing over the small form. �He has the spirit for it, that�s for sure.�

�Maybe he already is, but among his own people,� Shinigami suggested. �Size aside, he looks like he would be strong, so it makes sense. Don�t you think so? From his reactions, I don�t believe he�s every flown on wing before, or seen anyone who can, for that matter.�

At the end of the meal, the majority of the diners split into at least a hundred groups, each heading down a different hallway. Some seemed tired, as though they were going to retire for rest, while others, including the ones from the head table, had voices that rose in volume like Duo when he was about to leave for a party, as was the case.

�I had him put up in Hikari�s room earlier,� Yami said as the three reached the office, ridding himself of his outer tunic as he walked. �You could leave him there for the night.�

�No, I think I�ll keep him with me,� Shinigami said, holding Heero closer to himself. �It feels like the right thing to do for some reason. I don�t want to let him go.�

Yami�s smile was all too knowing in both of the other males� opinions as he passed the threshold into his bedroom. �Forsaken ones keep you, brother.�

�And you,� Shinigami said with a wide yawn, using his foot to open and shut his door. He let Heero drop down onto the wide bed before flopping down himself to remove his flight shoes. Removing his tunic, he went on to do the same for Heero, whether or not the mortal wanted it. The leggings followed, leaving the pilot in his boxers, which Shinigami left alone after raising an eyebrow at them. He stood, stretching before moving to take his own off. As the soft fabric fell silently to the floor, Heero stared.

Whatever this version of Duo was, he was genderless, at least in human terms. His chest was flat without nipples, and his legs met seamlessly, neither male nor female, and without hair. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, Shinigami held an unearthly beauty Heero had never seen before, not even in his own version of his lover. Perhaps it was the wings, or the way his skin seemed to glow in the fading light.

Heero looked again, eyes widening. There was no �seemed� about it. Shinigami was glowing, and with a light that looked to be as much part of him as his skin and eyes. It was as though he was made of light and it was merely leaking through the illusion that was his body.

The human boy found himself distracted from his thoughts as the winged man grabbed him around the waist and Heero was pulled against his bare front. As was Duo�s habit as well, Shinigami curled around the pilot with an arm holding him close to his chest in a possessive and protective gesture. With the difference in size, however, it now made Heero feel like a living teddy bear rather than a lover.

�Why does this feel so right?� Shinigami mused aloud. Heero shifted around to face him and his arms shifted accordingly. Violet eyes looked Heero over, catching on the pendent handing around his neck. He cupped it in his hand, a question clear in his eyes despite the language barrier. Heero nodded, undoing the clasp so that Shinigami could get a good look at the locket. Pale fingers fiddled with it for a moment before he found the clasp and opened it, gasping as he saw the picture. �He looks just like me. Now wonder you were so startled to see me, Heero.� Then, to Heero�s surprise, he began to read the inscription on the opposite side. �Behold the greatest treasure of the god of death in all of his beauty��

His words seemed to trigger something, for a small hologram formed over the writing and a miniature Duo Maxwell stood before them, bowing low to each before speaking to Shinigami. �Greetings, Shinigami, this is you. Sounds odd, I know, but I am you from countless years in the future. Don�t bother talking to me; this is just a recording triggered by your voice speaking the pass phrase. There is much that I have to explain to you, so listen closely because this message will not repeat itself until this locket returns to the point in time that you originally started it.�

Heero watched in shock and fascination as the musical language rolled off his lover�s tongue. How had Duo known it, and how had he known exactly where they would be lying in order to bow directly to them? It seemed an hour before the hologram turned from its look-alike and to Heero, smiling. �Hey, Heero. I bet you miss me already. In fact, I know you do, and that you have at least a billion questions. First of all, the time and place you are currently in is over a hundred trillion years in the past at the Forsaken Academy of Assassination. Yes, Shinigami is me in my past. One of the only lies I have told anyone on earth was that I was human. As for what I am, and what my family is, you�ve probably already guessed this evening.�

He paused, choosing his words carefully as he spoke again. �Stay with my younger self and you won�t have any more attacks like you did earlier. When we joined together for the first time, we created a sort of bonding between our souls. Normally, being separate for short periods of time wouldn�t be a big deal after that, but Shinigami does not yet possess his half of the bond, and yours calls out for it, for him, so stay close with as much contact as possible. I�ve explained some things to him as well. I�ve stored several other messages in the locket that can only be activated later on, and will trigger on their own practically. Be strong, Heero, and don�t worry about being weaker than them. I love you.�
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