AN: *dodges rotten fruit and tomatoes* I know! I know! I haven't finished Boys Don't Cry yet! I can't help it, but I had a killer dream the other night that gave me a freaking awesome idea for a new fanfic. I've got writer's block for BDC anyway, so why not start another one? Anyway, here's some background. All of the G-boys live in the same house together, including Zechs. Zechs is about 25, whereas the other guys are all about 20. They all speak English, and you'll find out how that comes into play later on in the first chapter. This is my work of writing, so I get to call the shots! ^_^ This is not a crossover of any kind, and I am forewarning you... if you felt offended by the movie Dogma, then this is not the fic for you. Go read Boys Don't Cry or something else, because this fic involves a lot of religion, and a different uptake on Heaven. You have to possess an open mind to read this fanfic, ok? Anyway, I think I've said enough for now... Enjoy, and please R&R!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own GW. If I did, I would be rich, and have all six pilots in my harem. I do not own Heaven or Hell. If I did, things would be a lot more peaceful. I hope whatever higher being that there is out there, that he (or she) has a good sense of humor. Because if he (or she) doesn't, I'm really... really... fucked.

All was normal for once, now that the Gundams had been put away in an underground base for safekeeping. The endless waltz had come to a pause, leaving the Earth and the Colonies in an era of peace.

Duo yawned as he and Quatre watched the late show. "I think I'm going to hit the hay soon. Tell Trowa, Heero, and Zechs hey for me when they get home, ok?"

Quatre nodded and smiled. For some reason, he didn't feel tired that evening, and flipped through the channels. Nothing on, as usual.

Wufei was already in bed, since he had the day off from the Preventers, just as Duo and Quatre did. Zechs, Trowa, and Heero would be home from work in a few hours, since they all preferred the night shift.

Quatre sighed. "There's never anything good on TV anymore---"

THUNK!

"What the hell...?"

Wufei slammed the door to his bedroom open, standing there in his boxers, with a pair of pants in his hand. "MAXWELL!!" He yelled. "Shuddup in there!!"

Duo opened his door, and stuck his tongue out at him. "It wasn't me, Wu-man, it came from the roof!" Duo pulled his shirt back on and ran down the stairs with Wufei close behind, pulling on his trousers.

Quatre stood and ran for the door, hoping that this wouldn't be the start of more trouble. It had only been a few months of peace so far. Was it going to end so quickly? Slamming it open, he ran to the ladder on the side of the house with the others on his heels, and began to climb it.

Duo followed once Quatre was up, and then Wufei. "Whoa..." Duo breathed.

Quatre rushed to the still figure's side, and quickly checked it. It was alive, but unconscious. Wufei gasped as he saw what Duo and Quatre were rolling over through a mass of bloody feathers, and hefted himself onto the roof, rushing to aid them.

Wufei gently rolled it over, and immediately blushed, along with both of his comrades. It was a girl. Beautiful in every way, with long fiery hair, and a set of enormous white wings. She was also very naked. (^_^)

Duo immediately stripped off his shirt (WOOF!! *drool*) and covered the girl as best as he could. She was already blinking her eyes open, and a look of pain crossed her face. She then noticed the pilots, and the look of pain turned to one of pure fear.

Quatre took a knee in front of her. "We won't hurt you," he assured.

She couldn't understand a word he said to her. "No... no... not again!" She yelled in a different language. "Please, don't hurt me! Not again!" The angel backed up against the edge of the roof, and curled her knees against her chest.

Wufei could see that there were tears in her large emerald eyes, and immediately felt sorry for her. Her left wing was bleeding, and from the way it was folded back, he assumed that it was also broken. "We're not going to hurt you, woman," he said sternly in English. The Altron pilot took a step forward, but the angel only pressed herself closer against the low concrete wall.

"No... please..." She sobbed, and shook her head weakly. She changed languages, desperately hoping that they might understand her pleas, or at least speak in her own language as they tortured her. "No more pain... please, no more." She had been tormented for so long within the depths of Hell that she no longer could tell the difference in where she was. The angel had thought she had escaped, only to find herself surrounded by more people who wanted to hurt her.

Wufei narrowed his eyes in concentration, trying to recall words from childhood.

"Hey, Wu-man!" Duo yelled ecstatically, "That accent! It sounds something like the cursing that you always yell at me before you chase me around the house!!"

"Baka!" He snapped at Duo out of habit. "Damare!"

The angel lifted her head up slightly to stare at Wufei. "B-Baka...?"

Wufei pointed at Duo and nodded, a smile threatening to creep onto his face. "Hai. Baka. Duo-chan ha Kami-sama no baka desu." (For those of you who don't know... Wu-man just called Duo the "God of all Idiots." ^_^)

Duo turned red. "You know I hate it when you do that, dude! Stop insulting me when I can't understand you!"

Her angelic face looked confused, but at least she had stopped sobbing with fear. "Can you understand me?" Wufei asked, stumbling over the words of an obsolete language that he hadn't really used since childhood, save to scream at the Kami-sama no baka.

"Hai... please... don't hurt me... I've had enough. I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me anymore." She looked ready to cry again.

"What did she say, Wufei?" Quatre asked.

He switched to English. "She... said not to hurt her anymore."

This sparked Duo and Quatre's attentions. "But we haven't hurt her," the latter of the two pointed out.

"We know that, but obviously she doesn't," Duo replied. "Tell her that we won't hurt her. That we just want to get a look at her wing and splint it. It looks broken."

Wufei nodded, and turned to the angel. "We're not going to harm you. Your wing... it seems to be broken. We can take you downstairs and splint it."

Was this another trick? She didn't know, and she couldn't seem to sense any malice coming from the trio. She couldn't sense her sister, either. Azriel had managed to get a message to her within the depths of Hell, since she traveled there often, telling her sister that she was coming for her if she had to fight Lucifer himself. She asked Wufei the only logical question she could. "Where am I?"

"Japan, on Earth."

"Japan?? Then why doesn't anyone speak Japanese?" She sensed a trick.

"Since the building of the Colonies, almost everyone on Earth speaks the same language. English. Any other languages have become all but obsolete. I haven't spoken Japanese since I was child." Wufei continued to stumble over the words, but got his point across to her.

She stood, and grimaced against the pain in her left arm and wing. The arm would have to be splinted, too. It was undoubtedly broken in her fall. Duo's shirt fluttered to the floor, and the three boys promptly blushed once more. "I should have been more specific... when am I?"

"When?" Wufei questioned, stooping to pick up the shirt and hand it to her.

She wasn't sure why they were so embarrassed, she didn't know much about human emotions. But she humored the boys and held the shirt up to her chest to cover herself, even though it didn't help much with her holding her arm in place at the same time. "What year is it?" She asked softly.

"After Colony 200."

She shook her head, not sure what that meant. "The eras must have changed while I was in Hell..."

"Hell?" Wufei asked.

She was too deep in thought to answer his question. "How long has it been...?" She wondered aloud. "I was captured just after Azriel took Eric the Red..."

"Who's Azriel?"

She waved at the question as if it wasn't important, but answered it anyway. "My Oneechan, the Archangel of Death."

"Whoa..." He spoke in English. "How long has it been since Eric the Red died?" He asked Quatre. "You're the history buff, not me."

"At least a millennia, maybe a few hundred years more. Why?"

"She claims to have been in Hell that long... and she also says that the Archangel of Death is her sister."

"I don't know about you guys, but I think she's crazy," Duo commented softly. "That would make her the Archangel of Justice."

Quatre shook his head. "She's delusional, that's all. And I'm sure that there is a perfect explanation for the wings. But she's hurt, and we need to give her medical attention right away."

Wufei nodded. He didn't like women, but this one was hurt badly. He got closer to her, and explained what he was about to do. "I'm going to carry you down the ladder--"

She backed away. "I don't trust you." She could feel some of her power returning to her, even in her weakened state.

"Have it your way." He shrugged, and turned to his comrades. "She won't let me take her down the ladder, so I guess we can't be of any help."

Duo's eyes widened, and Wufei turned to see what was going on. "Where'd she go?" He asked.

"She jumped off the roof..." Duo answered in bewilderment as they all rushed to the side.

To their astonishment, she was just fine, but clutching at her wing and muttering a few expletives that Duo recognized from Wufei's constant rantings. They made their way back down the ladder, and trotted around the house.

Quatre moved to help her inside, but not without blushing profusely at her lack of clothing. She looked to Wufei for an explanation.

"He's helping you inside."

"Why? I'm... not too educated in the ways of human emotions." Her fear was gone now that she knew of their mortality. They couldn't harm her.

Wufei shrugged. "It's what people do down here. We help each other."

"Wu-man, what's she saying?" Duo whined. He hated being left out of the conversation.

"She's asking why we're helping her. Now shut up," Wufei explained impatiently. He didn't like the idea of having to constantly be the angel's translator.

"Can't you speak any other language, Tenshi?" Wufei asked.

"You may call me Ara. And I'm not a linguist. I wasn't put on Earth centuries ago to listen, like some angels were. I was sent down here to bear the Sword of Kassan."

"Kassan?"

She sighed, missing Heaven desperately. "Mother... you mortals refer to her as 'God,' I think. And in answer to your previous questions, the language you first heard was the language of Heaven, when I thought that you three were demons. I speak Japanese because that's where I was sent with my sister most of the time. I know a bit of English, but not much."

"Can you speak in English so that they can understand you? At least, if you know what to say."

"I can try... did you find out how long I've been here?"

Duo opened the door, and Quatre continued his slow progress with Ara, letting her lean on his shoulder for support. "Geez... she's heavy for an angel."

Ara caught part of the meaning in Quatre's words, and narrowed her eyes. "Tell him that I'm an Archangel, not a fucking cherub."

Wufei repeated her words in English, word for word.

"Nice language for an angel, too," Duo commented.

Ara repeated her words, and Wufei followed up with the same phrase.

"Nice body, too," Duo added, assuming that she would understand.

She did, and tripped him without hesitation as he walked beside her. "Tell your friend to mind his tongue before I cut it out."

Wufei grinned at her words, and shook his head. "He's like a talking donkey, but the real trick is getting him to shut up."

"What are you guys saying about me?" Duo growled as he picked himself back up.

Quatre helped her into a chair, and turned to Duo. "No time for that, Duo. Go get me an old shirt of yours, but clean, ok? I'll have to rip holes in the back for her wings. If you can find pants that fit her, get those too. Wufei, get me some clean towels, peroxide, hot water, and a needle and thread. Get a couple of splints, too."

The two rushed upstairs to grab the necessary items, leaving Quatre alone with the angel.

"T-Thank you," she said in hesitant English.

"You speak our language?" Quatre asked.

She held her good arm up a bit, with her index finger and thumb close together, to signify that she spoke a little.

Quatre nodded and pointed to himself. "Quatre."

Ara understood this. "Ara," she said, pointing at herself.

Wufei was the first to return with everything the Sandrock pilot needed except for the water. He went to the kitchen for that, and returned with a pot.

Quatre dropped the needle and a long piece of thread in the steaming liquid to sanitize it, and went to the kitchen to scrub.

"How long have I been in Hell?" Ara asked for the third time.

"If what you're saying is true... a long time. Quatre says at least a millennia, probably longer."

She shook her head in dismay. "Without me... this planet has been most likely ravaged by war and unnecessary deaths. I need to contact Azriel." The angel stood and walked to a window. She opened it with her good arm, and pursed her lips.

Wufei covered his ears as she let out a shattering and unearthly whistle. A thud was heard from upstairs.

"What the hell was that!?" Duo yelled, thundering down the stairs with a pair of pants and a clean shirt.

Ara had no clue of what Duo's exact words were, but she got the message. "Azriel," she spoke softly, looking to him. Another piercing whistle was heard, but not from Ara, and both pilots covered their ears.

"What is that noise?" Quatre yelled. He walked into the room, seeing hope in the angel's eyes for the first time.

"Azriel will be here tomorrow." She stated firmly.

Quatre forced her to sit back down, and poured some peroxide directly on the cuts on her wing. He did so as gently as possible, not wanting to do any further damage.

"Ask her to spread out her other wing, Wufei."

Wufei repeated the request, and she did as she was told. All three of them gasped at the sight of her back. It was covered in scars. The Altron asked the question that they all wanted her to answer. "What happened to your back?"

"Cat o' nine tails," she answered simply.

"Didn't it hurt?"

She quirked a brow at him. "What do you think?" The Archangel grimaced as the peroxide bubbled in one of her wounds.

Duo jumped out of his chair, starting for the door. "Did you guys hear that?"

Quatre paused, and listened closely. "Oh shit," he swore.

Wufei understood what was going on. "What do we do?"

"Make sure that he doesn't shoot first and ask questions later," Duo replied dryly.

The sound of the Explorer pulling up in the long driveway was evident to everyone now. "What's going on?" Ara asked impatiently.

They all heard car doors slam shut, and voices that came closer and closer to the door. It creaked open, and Trowa was the first to enter. He just stared at the naked angel, and a blush almost crept onto his face. He stepped inside, followed by Zechs and then the notorious Heero Yuy.

Ara studied each of them, using a bit of her power to sense their natures. She recognized Heero as a kindred spirit right away, and nodded her head slightly in greeting. She didn't need her power to read him; he was the same as she was. A soldier. That she understood.

Neither Heero nor Zechs blushed, but the former of the two caught her gaze in his own and nodded as well. He knew the look in her eyes, it was that of a professional killer.

"What's going on?" Heero asked.

Duo told the story quickly, editing out a few parts about Heaven and Hell to make it sound more believable. "... And so," he finished up, "We're treating her wounds."

Quatre turned from them all and continued to dress her wings.

After a long silence, and a stare down between Heero and Ara, he spoke. "Where did you come from?"

"Oh... I forgot to tell you, Heero. She doesn't speak English. Wufei's been the only one who can make sense out of what she's saying," Duo answered for her.

"What language does she speak?" Heero countered.

"Japanese," Wufei supplied.

Heero nodded. "I took Nihongo in school. I'm fluent."

This surprised all of them, for no one would ever think of Heero Yuy as the studying type.

"Where did you come from?" He asked again, this time in her own language.

"Hell," she said simply.

He almost smirked. "Are those wings even real?"

"They're bleeding, aren't they?" If she hadn't been so drained of power, she would have turned him into a pile of dust to prove her point. Justice hated it when people questioned her identity.

Quatre began to bandage her wing carefully, feeling along the hollow bones. He set the splint in place and wrapped the gauze over it. "Tell her that she'll have to change these every day."

Wufei relayed the message, and Ara nodded her gratitude. "Arigato."

"Duo. Clothes," Quatre ordered.

Duo tore the cloth of an old metal band shirt from the hem to the shoulder so that it would accommodate her wings. He helped her get the broken arm through the sleeve, and finally stopped blushing once she was covered. He held out the pants, and Ara stood, stepping into them. Duo had to pull them up and button them for her. The Deathscythe pilot decided that the angel looked very nice in his clothing.

"Stop staring at me like I'm a piece of meat," Ara snapped.

The corner of Heero's mouth twitched. "He's harmless."

Duo shook his head. "What did she say?"

Wufei spoke quietly with Ara for a moment, and she nodded. She didn't trip over the words that Wufei had given her in English. She spoke them very smoothly, and with enough venom to kill an elephant. "Fuck you, Maxwell."

Duo coughed for a moment in surprise, and shook his head. She looked like an angel, but she certainly didn't act like one.

AN: R&R!