Moon: I know. Noone likes author's notes, but here goes. This story will contain yaoi, but not for awhile. graphic yaoi will be otional to read (but posted in this story so you don't have to follow a million links to get to it).

Black was everywhere

Black was everywhere. No light, no sound, no air existed in this horrible void. Only darkness.

A young boy floated in this empty void. He had spiky light brown hair that stuck freely in all directions and framed his peaceful, unconscious face. He had a thin crown of golden laurel peaking out of his spikes. A white robe hung off his shoulders, which was held up by a ruby gem on his right shoulder. The robe was brought in at his waist by a plain brown belt. From the belt, it extended down to below his knee, but had a slit for his right leg. He wore tight, navy blue shorts under his robe, which extended halfway down his thigh. A few inches below that was a medium sized golden ring which accented the complicated golden trim on his robe. Below his knees, he wore light and dark brown sandals that greatly resembled the style of the Greeks.

On his left forearm was a gold and brown protector, attached to which was a backhand protector that wrapped around his middle finger. Hanging around his wrist were two golden rings which glowed slightly. On his right was a basic brown forearm protector. Hi hand clutched loosely at a sapphire bow. The edges were plated gold, and the handle was a basic brown. The bow itself had no string attached. And, protruding from his back, were dove-like wings of a pure white.

This boy was an angel.

"Ow!" The angel yelled at he landed on his head. Quickly righting himself, he glanced at his surroundings with his azure eyes. He was in, what appeared to be, a vortex-space type place. When he glanced down, he saw that he was standing on a clear stage patterned with a glowing purple design. Then, when he looked in front of him, he saw a floating white hand that was easily twice his size.

He wasn't exactly expecting that. "Gyah!" Was his oh so intelligent response. He took a few steps backwards to distance himself from this…hand-thing.

The hand…chuckled a bit. "Ow? Gyah? Let's see if we can get a response out of you that's less…monosyllabic." The angel kept wary eyes on the hand, confused as ever as to how it was talking. "So, what's your name?" It asked.

The angel hesitated. Was it safe to give this hand-thing his name? It was being friendly enough.

"Pit."

The hand made a disapproving sound. "Still only one syllable. Well, Snake did the same thing too, so I guess I can't pick on you. Well, whatever. Let's just see how you fight."

"Fight?" Pit said, alarmed. The hand snapped itself, then floated back to where it could observe better. Instantly, large robots with glowing swords, a round tank thing with scythe-blade arms, these birds with unusually long beaks, and tall people with trumpet-type heads all appeared. They all dove for him at once.

"Gyah!" Pit jumped away from where he had been standing just as all of the opponents hit their mark. Mid-flight, he opened his wings and pushed himself higher in the air. He hovered, still in groggy shock (remember, he was just unconscious) as the monsters dislodged themselves from the platform. The oddly shaped birds immediately took off and aimed for him swarm-style. One came too close, and Pit slashed his bow through it. It immediately poof-ed into smoke.

The birds were pissed that one of their own had been defeated. They shrieked such a note that Pit was forced to cover his ears. Using this advantage, a trumpet man fired at the still-miraculously-suspended angel. His wings got caught in the blast, and he was sent flying higher and higher. The birds swarmed him again. To try to get out of such a vulnerable position, Pit closed his wings and dropped a bit. He whipped his bow over his head and started spinning it very quickly. Every hit didn't damage the birds much, but the damage racked up until they all went spinning away.

Still in his drop, Pit turned to look at the monster-infested platform. One of the armed robots threw away his beam sword and pulled out a beam gun. He took aim and fired at the falling angel. Pit pulled a shield that ha a mirrored surface out and put it up to block. The beam hit, then bounced back and destroyed the robot. Pit opened his wings just out of reach of the jumping robots. He glanced towards the trumpet guys again and noticed they were taking aim. He pointed his bow at them with his right hand. His left went to his right, then drew back an imaginary string. The glowing rings on his left wrist flared and summoned a light arrow on the bow. He fired with years of accuracy practice on the trumpet-men, who all were sent spinning away.

One of the robots had picked up another beam gun and fired on the unsuspecting angel. He got hit and went tumbling out of the sky. Where he landed, the bots swarmed. Out of desperation, the angel pulled his bow in half to make two short swords. He started slashing at any robot that came too close and eventually sent them all flying.

Pit sighed in relief as the danger passed. He put his bow back together and stepped out of his fighting stance to a much more relaxed standing position. Unfortunately, he missed one. The round tank brought his scythe-like arms down the poor angels back. This did major damage but luckily didn't draw any blood. As Pit fell, he rolled and got back up into a defensive stance. The large tank rolled towards him menacingly. Pit took aim and fired at the large monster. The arrow unfortunately only glanced off of the tank's shell, barely damaging it. The large bulk continued its roll as if nothing had happened. Pit panicked and let a few more fly. Its health dropped a bit, but nothing impressive. When it got too close, Pit spun his bow in small fast circles into the large tank. The health dropped quite a bit more, but still not enough. It brought its arms down again on the poor angel. He went flying off the platform, but luckily managed to stop his flight before he got too far away. He spread his white wings and flapped back to try to get back on the platform. He flew and flew and flew, but he was exhausted. His flight just missed the platform, and he fell towards the black abyss below.

Pit had luckily been in this situation before and had a fail-safe. He brought his hands together in prayer. In less than a moment his wings started to glow blue. He floated up to the other side of the platform and grabbed the ledge. He hoisted himself up onto the platform and kneeled there, panting. The tank turned around and started toward the angel. Pit glanced up and saw the advancing tank. He drew his bow, waited for the arrow to charge, and fired. The tank lost a good chunk of health that time.

Pit grinned. He finally had a strategy. He charged again and watched another chunk go down. The tank had been getting steadily closer and was now within its striking distance. Pit flew over the tank as it brought its blades down and struck it with his bow a few times. He landed on the other end of the platform, turned, and fired another charged arrow. The tank turned and advanced again. Pit got 3 charged arrows off before having to fly over the tank. It turned again, still determined to beat him, and advanced once more. Pit fired 2 arrows before the tank got too close. Luckily for him, it had almost no health left. Taking a big risk, he split his bow in two and dashed at the attacking monster. It brought its arms down for the finishing blow, but Pit defeated it just in the nick of time. It froze, then with a roar, faded away.

Pit checked the list of monsters in his head, not hoping for another repeat of the tank incident. Nodding to himself, he re-attached the bow halves and stood. He then turned his azure eyes to the floating white hand.

"Why?" He asked, barely able to form words with his tired body.

The hand chuckled. "Preliminaries, my dear boy. More will come."

And with that foreboding thought in his mind, Pit passed out.

Moon: Sorry, But i had to include a prelim's chapter. Action, romance, and all around plot will appear in the next chapter.