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Death and His Pilot	By : Coffeetailor Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Travel
- 2-Arrival
- 3-Shinigami
- 4-Dinner
- 5-Assignment
- 6-Language
- 7-Colonies
- 8-Flight
- 9-Calm
- 10-Bound Souls
- 7
- 8
- 9
Death and His Pilot

Chapter Eight

Flight

They returned directly to Shinigami�s office after the bath, where Yami was waiting patiently. �It�s time to get packed and ready to go. I�ve already informed the staff and students of our departure.�

�Have you contacted our dear siblings yet?� Shinigami asked, Heero following him into his bedroom.

�They�re expecting us for dinner and we�re to bring Hikari a new story,� Yami said, standing at his brother�s doorway. �How do you want to travel? We�re too far away to take Painless even if we used the Circle Winds.�

�Then we�ll just have to fly ourselves, won�t we?� Shinigami said, flashing a grin over his shoulder. �Heero can hold onto our bags and I�ll carry him. I do need to start getting used to his body after all.�

Yami laughed, seeing the glint in his brother�s eyes. �Just try to find a way to warn him, or you�ll scare the poor boy to death.�

�Oh, forgot to tell you, I figured out Heero�s language,� Shinigami said, suddenly remembering. �His necklace has a bunch of messages recorded on it, for me no less. I�ll tell you the story on the way over.�

�You�d better, little brother,� Yami said, walking into the room and poking the braided-man in the stomach. �Or else I may just have to show Heero here exactly where you�re ticklish, or just how to trap you in a box.�

�You get trapped in those just as easily as I do, Yami,� Shinigami pouted, shutting his closet shut with a note of finality. �There�s a reason that mirrored boxes aren�t allowed in Sersirrin and even normal mirrors are carefully documented.�

Heero glanced between the two of them in frustrated curiosity, once again wishing that he could understand Tongues as easily as Shinigami had learned Japanese. �What are you talking about?�

�Nothing you need to worry about, love,� Shinigami said, bending down to lift Heero on one arm while the other held his bag. �Now, the mode of travel we�ll be taking might� be a bit alarming, but there�s nothing to worry about. I won�t let anything happen to you.�

�Do you mean those ships in the port?� Heero asked, scowling at being treated as a child again.

Shinigami laughed softly. �No, not quite. They�re not fast enough, so Yami and I�ll be flying.�

�You�re faster than your own ships?� the human asked, a little confused.

�It depends on what form I take in flight,� Shinigami said, smiling. �With simple wings, no, but the way we will be flying, yes. However, it�s a rather personal thing to carry another person that way, and most people can�t take bare space like my family can. That�s what the ships are for. On the bright side, you�ll be able to see my true form.�

�Just what is your true form?� Heero inquired. �You don�t even change when you�re sleeping.�

�But Heero, it�s when I�m sleeping that you can see a little of what I look like,� Shinigami replied. They followed Yami out the door, which shut seemingly on its own.

�All you do is glow,� the human muttered, trying to figure out the mystery presented to him. When they arrived at the port, Heero was set down and both bags were set near his feet. �What now?�

�Now, you just wait and try not to be frightened,� Yami said, understanding the mortal�s tone if not his words. �Shinigami, keep an eye on him.�

Already starting, Shinigami nodded before closing his eyes. He didn�t really need them to see, and they�d been told that they were frightening during their transformation.

To Heero�s eyes, the two brothers were beginning to dissolve into air, their section of the port brightening considerably as they did so. The utter look of peace of their faces was all that kept the pilot from panicking. It wasn�t long after they�d disappeared completely that Heero felt what seemed to be a hand playing with his hair.

�Shinigami?� he asked the air, feeling the other�s laugh. �Where are you?�

Everywhere, Shinigami replied. Or rather, he thought it was Shinigami. The voice, no longer sound, was different but not at the same time.

Light began to concentrate around him, actually lifting the human from the floor and cocooning him much like Shinigami�s wings had earlier.

�You�re light,� Heero whispered in awe, hugging his legs to his chest. �Pure energy.� A soft laugh escaped his lips as the thought triggered a memory. �Wufei was right all along.�

He�s getting it, little brother, a second voice, almost recognizable to be Yami�s, added in with a chuckle. We�d best be going. Our dear sister may be even tempered most of the time, but not when she�s worried about us.

You may sleep if you�d like, Shinigami�s voice whispered in his ears. I�ll wake you before we arrive.

�Thank you,� Heero murmured, closing his eyes once again. He hadn�t been getting nearly enough sleep and definitely needed the extra rest. Besides, Shinigami was warm.

When Heero opened his eyes again, waking, it was to see Shinigami solid once more, carrying the mortal boy in his arms. Noticing that his charge was awake, Shinigami stopped walking, his brother with him. �Good morning, little one.�

�Is this were your sister lives?� Heero asked, looking around to take in the thick forests around them. The scent of tropical plants was thick in the air.

�This is were they live,� Yami said, nodding.

�You taught him already?� Heero said in surprise, whipping his head back around to stare at his future lover.

�It was something to do on the trip,� Shinigami said with a shrug. Setting Heero down on the thick moss below their feet, the immortal pointed to a pool of water. �Go see what else I did.�

Casting a confused glance over his shoulder, Heero walked over to the still water and looked down at his reflection, gasping in surprise. Not only had a gold wire choker been woven over the base of his neck, but his ears had been pierced as well, all without him noticing. Callused fingers, suddenly smooth, felt for the backs of the loops running through his ears, and found each to be an unending ring of metal with a small emerald-like stone dangling from each, as well as from the choker.

It was then that he noticed a change in his clothing as well. In place of the practical if odd tunic and leggings was a piece of clothing that seemed nothing short of a glorified loincloth, two long panels of silk joined by several inches at his hips and leaving his legs completely bare save for a purple ribbon wrapped up each leg and stopping at his knees. Heero breathed a sigh of relief when he felt his familiar scars still in place, even if they had been rendered invisible. Gold adorned arms crossed over a bare chest, Heero scowled up at the amused assassin in front of him. �And just what is this?�

�That, beloved, is what the people of this world expect of the bride of a god, which is what they think my family to all be. Don�t complain so; you look even more beautiful now that you aren�t hiding yourself under all of those clothes.�

�And my hands?� Heero pressed, raising them in front of him, palms up. His face was red from Shinigami�s comments. Him, a bride? �How did you change them?�

�Matter is matter, Heero, and we can manipulate any of it, even flesh,� Yami filled in. �How do you think we create our bodies?�

Heero was silent as they walked through the forest, the new information being processed in his brain. Just how powerful were they? And if, as they�d said, Shinigami was the younger version of Duo, how long had he been living alongside a being powerful enough to be a god?

�Cheer up, Heero, or they�ll think that you don�t want to be my bride,� Shinigami whispered, taking Heero�s hand into his own.

�They?� Heero asked, looking up. He followed the purple gaze to where a large crowd of people waited for them at the edge of a roman era city, most of which were already staring at the �child� walking beside their �god.�

�Lord Yami, Lord Shinigami, we welcome you back to this realm,� an old man, the first Heero had seen since his arrival in that time, said with a reverent bow, his wrinkled forehead brushing against the ground at their feet. After a moment, he raised his eyes to sneak a glance at Heero, and gasped. �He is no child!�

�I should think not,� Shinigami said with a laugh, motioning for the old man to stand. �I would never take a child to my wedding bed.�

The man stammered, beat head at his mistake. �I apologize, my lord. When we saw his stature from a distance, we assumed-�

Yami held up a hand and the man silenced himself. �Do not worry, priest. You are not the first to think him a child, and the first had no such noble intentions as you do.�

�What�s going on?� Heero asked, glancing between the three much taller males.

�Just a few formalities, Heero, nothing to worry about,� Shinigami explained. �They kiss our feet, we act benevolent, and then we head through town to meet up with the others at the temple.�
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