| Hmm I�m trying again with Gundam Wing. Its an AU, Yaoi 6+13, 3+4, 5+N, 1 + 2 + 1, none yet but the next part will have it. Please R +R! Neko Betaed by Wordsmith! Cursed 1/3 In the secret rooms under the dungeon the girl smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. You see the bloody sights of the revolution had stolen what little sanity she had ever laid claim to. Her brother, her own flesh and blood, had led the rebels, betraying her for his lover. Stealing what she felt was rightfully hers. With the last bit of strength in her body she had fled to the secret rooms her mother had shown her once. And hands once used only to heal reached for the darkness to curse them. With steady hands and a glazed look she had reached for the impossibly long and thin silver needle, her aim true and her wound deep, she watched the crimson drops of her hearts blood spill on the floor revenge her last wish. And in the pits of the seventh hell, the souls racked by the deepest torment spat up a curse in the form of a child for the two lovers. Dark enough and cruel enough to be worthy of the sacrifice of a heart so pure. On the dungeon floor a thin line of blood crept thru the cracks in the stone floor and disappeared. In the tapestry of life thin red threads appeared joining with the multitudes of colors and changing the picture just slightly. By the time Nataku, one of the fates, saw the alteration it was to late, for the future had already been told. Horrified that someone had tampered with fate, she called upon the help of her husband the god of justice. On the eve of the anniversary of the revolution, the two young kings of Sank had something more to celebrate. For King Zechs had just given birth to their first-born child. (Don't ask. It's a fairytale okay?) Overjoyed King Treize announced the birth of young Prince Heero. It took only one look to see that Heero was a work of art. He had cobalt eyes that were deeper and bluer then any ocean. His tousled sable hair made your fingers wish to thread thru its silky strands. And his face was truly perfection it was the type of beauty that would drive a person mad if you stared too long. By the time he was six they realized he was more then a pretty face. He proved to be keenly intelligent and could accomplish anything. He was uncannily strong and never cried when he got hurt. In fact, he usually wasn't the first to notice he was injured. Someone else would scream about the blood running down his face, and he would only say "Hn." It was when he was sixteen and his parents were trying to figure out whom he should marry that they finally admitted something was wrong with their son. Something was very wrong. "Now would you rather marry Princess Une, Queen Hilde or Prince Solo?" King Treize muttered pleadingly "Hn" "There must be someone you care for more then the others!" "I feel nothing." "But. what about your father and me? Don't you love us?" King Zechs interrupted with teary eyes. "I feel nothing." So they had taken him to the great sage Wufei. It was a long journey, for Wufei lived alone in the temple dedicated to the god of justice. Said temple was at the top of Crevasse Mountain. "Please mighty sage! Tell us how we can cure our son," Pleaded his distraught parents. "There is nothing wrong with him." "But he does not feel!" pointed out King Treize as he glanced at the sullen teenager standing in the corner polishing his sword "Wing". "It can only be expected for he was born with only half of his soul alive" "Nani! Why?" "It's a curse." "Who would want to curse an unborn child?" "The curse was meant for you." "He is suffering because of us?" "Yes." "What can we do?" "Nothing, he must do it." "Do what?" "He must travel to the underworld and retrieve the other half from the god of death. It will not be easy, for Shinigami is a horrendous creature banished there alone because none of the other gods can stand to live with such a monster. Why, he was even deemed too horrifying to receive a soul mate." King Treize and King Zechs looked at each other then their son. They both knew he would face certain death if he failed this journey but to exist without feeling anything was just a form of living death. "Son?" "Hn." "Your mission is to go to the underworld and complete your soul." King Treize knew if he made it into a mission his son would never fail. "Ninmu ryokai." Was the only reply in that cold voice. |