(*Laughs nervously* Yeah...um...attempt at a ZechsXduo ficcy so if you want me to continue I will...and *twaphs Sailor Bluestar* Duh, your fic is really good! me like! and I like the pic of Zechs *nosebleed...major nosebleed* Adu!)
Pairings: 6X2 and implied 1X2
Rating: pretty everyone friendly at the moment
Category: Yaoi, Au...la *insert more stuff here later*
Disclaimers: I do not own anything! MAUH! And I'm poor if you want my home wrecker of a dog that's all you get if you sue me. Oh yeah...I have horrid grammar, if something gets messed up in there...gomen
"Can you move your arm a little more to the right?"
"Like this?"
"Yes that's good"
Do you know when things seemed to be getting worst and then at the worst moment possible, were you feel like your life as of now is gone? Your soul crushed and your body withered? Yeah sounds like usually life for people like myself....Well at the time I heard that voice 'Duo Maxwell this is your life'.... Eh heh no just kidding.
No...lets see, after a painful breakup with my exlover Hiiro (Heero, Hero, however you people spell it now) Yui I moved from Japan back to my home, New York. I thought maybe I could take up the art career that I wanted so badly, or maybe just to start over, fresh. But hey, you know life and it never happens that way...with me at least. I applied at many art schools. It was always the same thing...I didn't have the stamina or the money to join. I was out of work and my small apartment wasn't holding up, as I wanted it too. I mean it's a charming little place. But whoo...the bills to run water in here are tremendous. So all in all, I was out of work, out of school and in with a broken heart. Till that one day, that day that changes your life and confuses the hell out of you. Where God sends you something to help your life that would be anything then ordinarily.
It was raining that night, it was dark depressing and lonely...a good day for a lot of coffee. I was in my apartment that looked luminously over the city. I sat at my sill looking out my massive window finishing one of my not-so-great drawings. It was dark and my art was dark. It wasn't a good day. My gun laid at the side of me. When I draw I always had it there. I was a nobody, I was unlovable, couldn't get work, couldn't even get in a school. I was worthless...maybe today. It wouldn't hurt right? Pull the trigger and it will be all down with, my life, for I had none...I had no purpose. My fingers grazed the cool smooth metal of the pistol; this is the most honorable way out ne? I put down my pad and picked up the heavy instrument and held it firmly to my temple.
There was a knock at my door and I shoved the gun under the cushion of the sill and slauntered to the door and opened it. I really don't get company, except if it was a bill collector or a sales man. You know how much we love them.
"I don't...waaaa...."
My eyes widen as it meet with a pair of ice blue ones. He was gorgeous, this man standing at my door; long wet stunning blonde hair that stuck to the sides of his face and his bareback. Sharp angularly muscles were chiseled in his pale flesh and, again his eyes, the most beautiful crystal blue I have ever seen. Although, his arms where crossed and pressed tightly against his chest indicating he was cold. Watery blood trickled down his face and he had a gash on his right arms that also ran with bright blood. Some light scratches imprinted themselves on his lean body and also, the ripped bottom of what seemed to be a tunic was covered in a tint of pink from the red lquid. The man also had massive ivory wings; they started at the top of his head and fell to his ankles...an angel....
"Are you…"? I stuttered, "An A-Angel?!"
The man's low husky voice boomed lowly, "I've had taken a spill and I wanted to know if I could dwell here till my wounds heal"
Isn't this funny? Of all the places on New York? He picks the third to the last floor, room 212, in the middle of the hall to pick a place to stay. But hey....heaven works in mysterious ways...wait that was God never mind. Still stunned, I let the man in and trotted to my bathroom grabbing a clean towel and made him sit on my couch. I told him dry himself when I got clean cloths and some bandages. He was bigger then me so the only thing I had was a giant blue sweater that was once Hiiro's. It matched his cobalt blue eyes so well. I shook the thought from my head and grabbed a pair of boxer shorts. Then the next stop, the bathroom, I snatch what I thought was needed and went back out to my living room, then sat next to him.
"Are you...ah here..." I placed a damp warm washcloth on his forehead, he pulled back and winced slightly but them eased back into his comfort stage. I dabbed his head a little. He needed stitches badly, same with his arm. I did the best I could dry and fixing the angel. He didn't say anything to me in the meanwhile. His eyes just watched me as I cared for him. I help him get into the shorts and sweater and ended up cutting slits in the back for his wings
After cleaning his wounds I stepped back to look at him, "Are you okay? That fall seemed to have hurt...do you need anything else?"
He sat up, still not saying anything and glanced around the room, fanning his large wings behind him.
"Ahh.... are you, um from" I pointed up to the ceiling, "like up there?"
The angel nodded, "Yes, I came from Heaven…"
"What, if you don't mind...happened to you?"
"I was doing rounds in the mortal world when the sudden storm hit and I was thrown off balance and fell to the ground."
"Why...my apartment? I ask nervously, his gaze descended upon me that sent chills down my spine. He was so beautiful, yes, he had to be one of the Gods creations, and the way he moved, looked and, talked. He had major wounds and he still could walk with an eternal grace.
"It seemed to be the right place for the right time"
And that was the only answer I got from him. His eyes seemed to glaze with lost of blood and sleepiness. I helped him into my room and soon realized my small twin mattress was ill designed for his wings, but we had to make do. He slept in my room as I slept on couch. This was going to be interesting.