Stop The World
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Shounen ai Gundam Wing

Title: Stop The World Part 1
Rated: PG-13?
Warnings: A.U., shounen ai 1x2 of course with background 3x4 and Rx13 [that was weird to write], weak storyline, cliché storyline, and a lot P.O.V. switching... what did I forget... No angst. I could call it drama... And sap. I think they're all in character...

Description: An angel is accused of a horrible crime, and is banished to Earth where the truth plays out. This was supposed to be a mystery/thriller with no real suspense or thrill to it... The plot is weak ::grumble:: ^^

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PART 1

It was a pure moment. Untouched and perfect. The Earth spun as it always did; never motionless, always turning. But that moment seemed to make everything stop. Halting according to my shock... and my fate. I could hear them laughing at me-- the Fates. Everything was amusing to them.

I was not amused. My world was crashing down around me-- it was so unbelievable, so untrue! But even God makes mistakes. Or his subordinates do. And they were my superiors in every way. Greater in aura than any other novice angel.

I arrived in chains. The iron was cold and heavy against my wrists, and as they dragged across the marble they screamed.... or was it me? The walls of the Guardians were tall, and white; blinding even to me. They were normally warm and welcoming, these walls of angels... My bare feet however, padded against cold stone, and I shivered. I had never been cold before.

Nothing tangible led me through those halls. Every knowledgeable angel could navigate them by heart. I was called here, because the chains had formed; molding themselves from the light and binding my wrists tightly... I had watched calmly... But I wanted to scream.

The chains and I screamed down the hall to the door at the end where I had never been. It was as much a mystery to me, as to any of my fellow angels, the ones that traveled free among the heavens, while I stood chained, and panicked. I had never felt panic, before.

"Enter, Accused."

All voices in the heavens were melodic. Soft, yet firm; likened to bells or beautiful music, or love... I was afraid of this soft baritone. It echoed in my ears with foreboding clarity. I entered, because I was commanded. The chains were muffled in the presence of the Guardian, as was I. I would not speak, nor could I, in his presence...

"You are accused of Earthly Liquidation. Your interference has been reported. Investigated. Condemned. Level One Angel you are removed from the Echelon of Ephemerals; as is punishment for all Interference, you are banished to your point of interference. It is unknown at this time of possible compensation of liability."

So many words, spoken without sympathy without retribution. He was terribly indifferent, and it blew my mind. I'm being banished for murder-- on Earth!? I've never left his realm, I *cant*--

The angelic figure, bowed comfortably over his golden desk, did not respond to my frantic, silent questions, nor did he lift his golden gaze to acknowledge my mere presence. The wings poised importantly behind him rustled as they folded. My own were trembling; folded tightly to my back for comfort... There is no comfort, I realized. I.... I am condemned.

"The Echelon is not without concession," the Guardian sighed. His head raised, and I met his fiery gaze somehow. His beautiful face tilted as he studied me, the criminal, the fallen. I blinked... I'm fallen.

There were tales of the fallen angels. The angels that were born with an inexplicable dark half to their soul. It was an uncommon birth, but it happened. They were wrong for the heavens. Too dark for the light, too light for the dark.

Interference in the Earthly realm was a common offense for the fallen. The Earth dwellers were a conglomeration of foreign emotions actions and devices. They were infectious, in a way, and intriguing even to the most pure of angels.

The fallen were attracted to mystery, and they were drawn to the Earth... They used the angels' only way of traveling through realms. They fell... And so were deemed the fallen. They were

"always falling," I finished brokenly. I was a little surprised at my ability to speak but other emotions soon stole over me. Emotions that were irregular for an angel. I was afraid. So, so afraid. I was shivering too. It seemed as if the marble floor were freezing me.

"How can I be fallen," I murmured quietly. "You've made a mistake."

The Guardian's pale brows rose slightly. He was insulted at my accusation, rude and unexpected. I was not rude, however. I only speak when necessary, marking me as a rather unsociable angel-- but not fallen.

"You're mistaken," I continued with my protest, even as the Guardian stood from his desk. I gripped my chains in tight fists. I lifted them, and they glittered in the light that was always present in the heavens. I trembled.... "I'm not fallen," I insisted. The Guardian watched me in my helplessness. The Fates began to laugh again, and the grating sound of their laughter seemed to irk even him.

"The Guardians don't make mistakes, angel," he replied slowly.... The world stopped with his next admission. "And you, are mistaken." I managed to breathe, once, and shallowly, before he finished, and raised one golden hand from the desk before him. "You are fallen."

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End part 1. Title is based on a line from the song 'Peace Is Just A Word', by the Eurythmics. ^_^V