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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 Five

As the hologram flickered and vanished, Shinigami and Heero stared at each other, a new understanding in each other eyes. Cobalt eyes closed as the arms holding him tightened in a grip that said he was never going to be let go. Somehow, it didn�t bother Heero all that much to be protected by Shinigami, by Duo.

Heero was still asleep when Shinigami awoke, slipping silently out of the bed and over to the closet where he kept his clothing. Dressing, he pulled an extra tunic out and concentrated for a moment. Opening his eyes, he smiled to see three sets of smaller clothes created the cloth of the original, leaving some spare to fall to the floor. The manipulation of matter had always been simple for he and his siblings, and Hikari was already picking it up with speed.

Shinigami turned back to the bed and frowned. Heero was already shivering from the absence, and apparently a nightmare. He crossed the room and laid a hand on the mortal�s shoulder, the touch both waking him and stopping the shivers. �Good morning, Heero.�

�What-?� he asked, staring wide-eyed and tense at Shinigami and around the room before apparently remembering the events of the prior day. �Good morning, Shinigami.�

�I made these for you to wear so you wouldn�t have to keep borrowing Hikari�s things,� Shinigami explained, handing the clothes to Heero. It felt right to talk to Heero despite the fact that neither could understand a word the other said. �It�s my day to supervise the training of the younger students today, so you�ll be coming with me.�

He picked Heero up as soon as he�d finished dressing, grinning at the grumbled �I�m not a child, you know. I can walk.�

Breakfast, it turned out, was not nearly as a formal affair as dinner had been, consisting more of grabbing food and a spot at a table before the next person could, and there was quite a bit of shoving even after one was seated. Heero was saved from being smothered by sitting between Shinigami�s legs in front of the thankfully low table, different than the table at dinner. Despite the fact that he was seemingly in charge of the place alongside Yami, Shinigami ended up having a full-fledged debate with a male bearing three ears on each side of his head and wings covered in bronze scales who had a habit of using his spoon as a medium to make his points. Shinigami ended the argument by reaching forward and pinching the creature�s nose shut for a few moments before letting go and watching him catch his breath. �That�s why you want to have two openings to breath through when you require air.�

The next room Heero was taken to was larger than any hanger he�d seen, with high ceilings and many spots with uneven terrain. Twenty or so creatures of various size and race where lined up to great Shinigami stiffly, each already holding some sort of bladed weapon with practiced ease. These weren�t new to the idea of fighting, but Heero could tell that they were not nearly as well trained as those who had sat at the head table with them at dinner the night before. The words of Duo�s hologram rang in his ears. �You are at the Forsaken Academy of Assassination.�

Shinigami set Heero down next to him before removing a cloth wrap from around his hips. Blue eyes were wide as they watched the cloth double in length as it ran through Shinigami�s hands, becoming half as wide at the same time.

�Hold still,� Shinigami said as he began to wrap the cloth around the mortal, keeping hold of the ends as he crouched down with his back facing him in clear instructions to climb on. Heero was quickly tied onto his back between the wings, but not without quite a few grumblings. �Oh, stop complaining. We saw what happened last time I stepped away from you, and I need to have my hands free.�

Shinigami held his arms out in front of him and grinned at the gasp that issued from the small creature�s mouth as his �tattoo� began to rise out of his skin, black and silver forming into a deadly scythe that floated lazily into his grip like a trained pet. �Alright, let�s start up. Saran!�

The named student flew forward to attack him and the class began.

Heero was thankful when Shinigami stopped fighting directly with the students and paired them off to practice together. It was with a shared sigh that he moved Heero from his back to his lap, sitting cross-legged on the grass. How there was grass on the inside of a spacecraft, Heero didn�t know, but if it was possible on the colonies, he supposed it was possible there. Shinigami took hold of Heero�s hand and splayed it against his own palm, comparing the sizes. The pilot remembered Duo�s fingers being longer than his, but thinner. Those fingers moved to trace a design in the back of Heero�s hand, and both gasped as a pattern briefly flashed into life on both pairs of hands before fading back.

�So it�s true then,� Shinigami whispered, wrapping one hand firmly around one of Heero�s. �There is no other way I could be marked in such a manner if at all.� Heero was suddenly seized in a fierce embrace, held against Shinigami�s shoulder. �I will always protect you.�

�Headmaster, there�s a man to see you in your office,� a young woman said quietly, interrupting them. �Your brother is already there with him.�

�Thank you, Ti, for telling me,� Shinigami said, standing up and stretching his wings out. Heero couldn�t help but to be impressed by the wingspan he possessed. �Celina, take over for me.�

Shinigami�s mood remained light and jovial until they passed through the port, where a silver ship that didn�t quite seem to really be there if one looked directly at it was docked. The word that the winged man spat sent chills through Heero�s body as they sped through the hall and flight corridor, Shinigami�s expression blacker than his clothes. Reaching his office, he tore the door open, barely remembering to hold onto Heero as his other arm reached out the grab onto the stranger�s shirt, lifting him several feet from the ground. �What are you doing here, Rill?�

Looking at the man, Heero immediately decided that he did not like him. Blond hair fell just past his shoulders in golden waves to make the Greek gods envious, as would the perfection of his skin have. But the blue eyes, twin oceans of depth as they were, made the mortal nervous when they turned on him being held in Shinigami�s other arm. �Surely this is not behavior to exhibit in front of a child, Mith. But oh, he�s not a child, is he? So fine, I�m sure any courtier would pay their title to possess him.�

Snarling, Shinigami threw the man across the room, where he tore a tapestry hitting the wall. Heero was set down and carefully shoved behind him. �Never even think about touching him, faerie.� Heero recognized that word, and the way Shinigami spit it out confirmed his suspicion that Shinigami did not like the man. �And never call me Mith. It�s a name I�ve left behind in my past, where it belongs. It�s a name your kind gave me. I�ll have nothing to do with it.�

�Calm down, little brother,� Yami ordered from his desk. He held up a hand of peace, waiting for the braided man to calm down. �Rill brings a request from the Faerie queen, and you may wish to look at the reward, not to mention the task, before you turn it down completely.�

�Fine, give me the letter,� Shinigami said coldly.

Picking himself up, the faerie man withdrew a small gem from his clothing, placing it in Shinigami�s hand, but careful to not actually touch him. Personally, Heero didn�t like having him so close, and with good reason as he leered down at the mortal when Shinigami was busy fiddling with the gem. �May I ask as to how you came across such a deliciously delicate creature?�

�No, you may not,� Shinigami said without looking up, placing the gem atop of what turned out to be a computer screen, where the mentioned letter appeared, written in a script Heero could not make out. �He is none of your concern.�

Heero was glad that Wufei was not there to witness his hiding behind Shinigami. He�d never live it down. The violet-eyed man read the letter before removing it and closing the gem in his fist, which glowed for a faint second. When the stone was tossed back it its original carrier, there was a small, glowing character on it that hadn�t been in place before.

�You accept then?� Rill asked, not really waiting for an answer. �Good then, my lady queen will be pleased. We will send you the details with another messenger shortly. Until then, honored gods protect you.�

�Wouldn�t accept their protection if they offered it,� Shinigami said, making Rill hiss in smothered rage. �Now get out.�

Seeing Shinigami�s expression, Rill left so quickly that Heero doubted he could move any faster.

�How I hate them,� the man whispered to himself, once again lifting Heero into his arms and brushing a hand over his cheek. �Brother, I�m not in the mood to continue lessons today. Could you take over down there for me? I�ll watch over the office.�

�You shouldn�t let them rile you so much,� Yami said, standing and walking to stand before the two. �I know what they did to you and our sister, but you seem to forget that all of those responsible or either dead or wishing they were. I�ll bring up some lunch for the two of you later so you have plenty of time to cool that temper of yours.�
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