Angel of Death

Friday was…perfect for lack of better word. The school day had gone off without a hitch…as did the date that followed. They had gone on a date every day after school had gotten out. This day hadn’t been any different, but when Trowa had brought Quatre back to his house, saying goodbye had taken them much longer than it usually did. The blonde was standing on his porch, with only the porch light to illuminate the night. He looked like an angel standing there in the only light in the dark. He was laughing at something Trowa had said and then…the laughter was cut off.

Trowa knew he shouldn’t have leaned in to kiss the boy, but he was so beautiful in that moment that he couldn’t help himself. The blonde’s lips were just the right softness under his, Trowa could almost imagine what the boy‘s tongue would taste like, though he didn‘t try for a taste. The brunette forced himself to pull back after only a few seconds. He hadn’t wanted to make the kiss anything more than what it was; the blonde’s first kiss. Well, Trowa couldn’t say he knew for sure that it was the boys first kiss…but since he had never been on a date before, the green eyed boy thought that it was a fairly safe bet to make.

“Umm…” Quatre couldn’t say much else. Trowa had just kissed him. Quatre could feel his face flushing. “I’ll see you on Monday.” Quatre stated quickly before opening the door. He was about to shut it behind himself without waiting for a response when his brain registered that Trowa had asked something. “What?”

“Are we still going out after school or would you rather we didn’t?” Trowa nearly held his breath as he waited for the answer. It wouldn’t have done any good. He should have waited to kiss the blonde. It was too soon.

“Oh…you think I want to break up? No-no I don’t, I just…” Trowa watched as a very shy smile spread across Quatre’s face. He was completely embarrassed about what had just happened…but he liked it. He didn’t want to face being that embarrassed in front of the person that would only make it worse. Trowa didn’t expect the blond to grab the collar of his shirt, pull him to his level and give him a light kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you Monday.” Quatre replied again before quickly stepping into the house and closing the door behind himself.

“I like him.” Quatre just smiled as he entered the kitchen where his aunt had spoken from. He knew she had seen them, or at the very least, she had guessed what had just happened.

“Me too, Auntie Iria.” The woman turned away from the sink to stare at her nephew.

“Anyone that can put that kind of a smile on your face has my approval.” She admitted to him, only making the blonde turn a brighter shade of red. Ever since her sister had died, Iria Winner had watched her nephew become completely dependant on her approval for almost everything. This boy that he was dating was bringing out the blonde’s confidence. He normally would have asked her if she thought it was alright for him to go out with the green eyed boy, but he had just agreed on his own, without any input from her. She defiantly approved of him.


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Quatre felt another smile creeping to his lips. The weekend had just flown by. Readjusting the bags in his hands, Quatre felt his face start to heat up again when he thought of what was going to happen tomorrow. He was going to go on another date with his boyfriend. Quatre felt his happiness edge off a little. He supposed he really should ask the brunette if he wanted to be his boyfriend…but they had kissed. The blonde felt his smile come back as he shifted the bags of groceries again. As soon as the light changed so he could cross the street, he would be on his way home, where he would do nothing for the rest of the day but think about the fact that a boy had kissed him.

Quatre couldn’t have been prepared for what happened next. Not even if someone had warned him. He was waiting for the light to change so he could cross and he sort of…tripped. Sort of being that he could have sworn that he felt a hand push against his back.

Quatre tried to brace himself for the impact, but he had fallen right into traffic. As the car hit him, the blonde was more upset about the fact that he would have to miss his date with Trowa than he was about the possibility of someone being responsible for pushing him into the oncoming cars. As he fell to the ground, he heard the car come to a screeching halt, he could feel the blinding pain in his arm, which had taken most of the impact and he was fairly sure that the groceries had scattered everywhere. Just before he blacked out, Quatre wondered if he would get to see Trowa again before he died.


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Trowa didn’t know what to think. Quatre had been so excited on Friday after their date. He seemed like he was really looking forward to going on another date with him. At least, that was what Trowa had though…until the first class had started and he realized that Quatre wasn’t there.

He was somewhat concerned, but it wasn’t until after school, when he pulled out his cell phone and tried to call, that he got really worried. Why wasn’t Quatre answering…or at very least, if he was feeling sick, why wasn’t his aunt answering? Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to start walking toward his apartment. Trowa had this sinking feeling that something was horribly wrong, but he didn’t know if it would be proper for him to go to the blonde’s house. After all, they had only just started dating…and maybe Quatre had decided he really didn’t want to go on that date with him after all. He would just have to wait to find out.

It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that Trowa felt it was appropriate to go over to Quatre’s house. He had tried calling every day and had received no answer. Where the hell was the blonde and why wasn’t he in school? Knocking on the door, Trowa frowned as he stood on the porch waiting. The car that must have belonged to the boy’s aunt wasn’t in the driveway…but Quatre should have been home. Especially if he was sick…unless he was really sick. Then he would be at the hospital.

“Trowa, I didn’t know how to get a hold of you.” The green eyed boy was some what surprised at the disheveled looking aunt that was suddenly hugging him. “I need to grab some books, the doctors said that he should be read to, it should keep up brain activity.” She seemed to pause before she unlocked the door. “I’m sorry…if you want, you can hop in the front seat, I’m just going to grab some books then I’ll take you to see him. I’ll explain everything on the way to the hospital.” Trowa was frozen. So the blonde was in the hospital…but he wasn’t sick as the brown haired boy had first thought. He needed to keep up brain activity? What the hell had happened while he had been in Limbo?

“Did you want to come with me?” Trowa started, he hadn’t realized that he had been zoning out until Iria had started talking to him as she locked the door behind herself.

“Y-” Trowa had to clear his throat before he could answer. “Yeah…if it’s alright with you.” The woman simply nodded, put the books in the back seat of her car and got in to the drivers seat while he just numbly slid into the car next to her. She started talking even before they pulled out of the driveway.

“Oh honey, you were all Quatre could talk about last weekend. He had gone to get groceries for your date on Monday, he said he wanted to try cooking.” She continued with a small laugh. “That boy is a train wreck in the kitchen, so I knew there had to have been something special about you when he said he wanted to cook for you.” She seemed to visibly sober up before her next quiet words. “Everyone who saw him on his way home said that he just fell head first into traffic. The doctors said that if he hadn’t braced himself to get hit, the car would have hit his head and he would have…died…on impact.”

“He’s in the hospital, he got hit by a car…is he going to be alright?” The Tenshi couldn’t bear the thought of having to take his soul so soon. Quatre wasn’t in any way ready for the mind fuck that came along with figuring out that you were dead but still living.

“The doctors said that he’ll be in a coma for as long as it takes for his brain to deal with what happened. They said that there was no real damage, just that he couldn’t handle the trauma to his body, so his brain did the only thing that seemed rational to it. It blocked out the crash. They aren‘t even sure why he can‘t wake up. The doctors said that they weren‘t keeping him in the coma, and if his brain had chosen to block out the accident, then he should still be awake, he just wouldn‘t remember anything about being hit.” Trowa wasn’t sure what to make of this, but he remained silent as he took the books for her and followed Quatre’s aunt up to his room.

“I’m going to run down to the cafeteria and get myself something to eat, are you hungry?” Receiving a small shake of the head, she continued. “If you want to start reading to him…I’m sure he’d enjoy hearing your voice.”

Trowa just stood staring at the bed after she left the room. Quatre was so…empty. His aura was gone, his skin didn’t even have the slightest hint of the light blue color that had been so vibrantly glowing last week. Pushing himself to pull out the first book from the pile and sit next to the boy, Trowa forced himself to start reading. He would deal with the loss of color later. There were only two possibilities, either his brain had already decided that his body was dead and there was no reason for his soul to remain, or someone had taken it. The Tenshi wasn’t sure what would be worse. No, that wasn’t true. If Quatre’s body had decided that it didn’t need a soul anymore, then his soul was already gone. There would be no way to get it again until it was reborn.

“Trowa, you should go home, get some rest. I’ll stay with him.” The brunette paused in his reading. It was dark outside. How had that much time passed without him realizing it? Standing and handing the book over to the blonde’s aunt, Trowa nodded.

“Can I come back to see him again?”

“Of course you can. You didn’t even need to ask. I think I’d be insulted if you didn’t come to see him again.” Trowa gave a slight nod before he left. He should have known something was wrong. At the very least, he should have stopped by earlier to check on the boy. So…what? What would he have been able to do at the beginning of the week that he couldn’t do now? He was worried about the boy…if he was their final Angel, they couldn’t lose him over something like this. Sighing to himself, Trowa made up his mind. He had to report to Shinigami before he did anything else.