I came up with this while eating dinner on Christmas. I was just staring blankly into thin air (as usualJ) and this just popped into my head. My parents thought I was insane, 'cause I just shouted randomly, "GENIOSITY!" and got this look on my face like I was the happiest person on earth. But they know better than to try to stick me in a loony bin. :P
Chapter One
Mercural sprinted through the city to the headquarters. His wings were moving so fast, all you could see was a blur behind him. Angels parted in the streets so as not to get run over by the fastest angel in existence as he rushed through the streets of Heaven.
At last, he got to the HQ. He stopped before the big oaken doors to compose himself. Once he deemed himself presentable, Mercural knocked on the door before entering. There was just one desk in the middle, and the chair was turned so you couldn't see who was sitting in it, but Mercural knew anyway. He slowly floated over to the chair and bowed.
"Sire." The angel sitting in the chair turned and acknowledged his presence.
"Mercural, sit." The angel swept his hand and a chair appeared. The angel had copper hair and chocolate colored eyes. He seemed to glow, not like most angels, but with a different light, almost of a different color, and brighter.
"Thank you, Sire."
"Mercural, please my son, call me by my real name," said the copper-haired angel.
"Yes Si-Gabriel."
"So my son, what can I do for you?" asked Gabriel. Mercural swallowed (Is that possible, for angels?) and took a deep breath.
"The girl whom I am guardian to, Haru Yoshioka, is planning to kill herself. And no matter what I do, I cannot change her mind. As I am not blessed with the power to read the subconscious, or read dreams, I cannot figure out what is causing her such sadness," he explained.
"And so you need my help to discern what is troubling your young charge, correct?" concluded Gabriel. Mercural nodded.
"Haru is such a sweet girl, and she always helps others. It would be a great loss to the world, and a devastating blow to-" Gabriel put up his hand.
"I never said I would not help you," he said with a smile. Mercural bowed his head and blushed.
Gabriel stood and waved his hand. A scene appeared in front of the two angels. It showed a young woman, maybe in her mid-twenties, with chocolate brown hair sleeping. Her room was in complete disarray, with drawings, papers, and books everywhere. Gabriel twitched his finger and it seemed as if they were sucked through Haru's ear into her subconscious.
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Haru was having her dream again. That same dream every night. It was almost a nightmare, but it wasn't. It was a dream derived from her memory, one of her favorite memories:
She stared at her lap, still crying. It was just so unfair. She saved a cat, and got rewarded with this, an unasked-for marriage, to a CAT. Maybe she was wrong to save a cat…
"Excuse me, would you care to dance?"
"Oh, no, I couldn't, I'm a meowsy dancer-oh no! Now I'm starting to TALK like a cat!"
"Just trust me." She looked up and looked at the cat. His voice seemed reassuring. Trembling, she put her paw in his gloved hand. He led her into the middle of the hall and the accordion player began a waltz. The cat, who had ginger fur, led her in the dance, guiding her gently.
'What is this? I never felt this way before. Being a cat might not be so bad' Whiskers sprouted from her face.
"Careful, Haru. Don't lose yourself. You must believe in yourself. I already told you that, didn't I?" The cat looked down at her, and she gasped; he had green eyes, the same shade as Baron!