The Only Think I Live For Is You
A little angel sat on a small wisp of cloud watching the sun set. His golden tipped pure white wings fluttered behind his as he thought about life in general. He spoke to the setting sun. 'Why am I alive?' The confused little angel didn't have any friends but that was all because of his wings. The gold tips shunned him from any friends. The kids at school were laughing at his because of his height or rather lack there of and his hair, which was black and red tipped but to top it all off he had blond bangs, at first but then when he showed his wings ultimate rejection was now on his shoulders. He felt lost.
He looked down and saw what his teachers called the Land of Unknown for no one went down there and came back.
'Maybe it would just be better if I went down there. I might be able to find a friend.' A second thought shot across his mind. 'Who would what to be friends with me? Oh well it's worth a shot.'
The little angel stood up. He flapped his wings and started to fly. He hovered for a while looking back at the only home he had every known when a huge ball came flying towards him and hit his wing. The little angel heard a crack and fell; he just far enough away from the edge of the cloud to avoid contact and further injury his already broken wing. He fell all the way towards The Land of Unknown.
He started to realize that not only was he escaping a world that tortured him but he may also die. 'Damn I never thought of where I was planning on landing.'
He looked down and saw that he was getting closer and closer to the ground. He got really lightheaded as he rushed though the atmosphere. The little angel then retracted his wings with much difficulty but he didn't want to damage them any more. Within the last second of hitting the ground he felt arms grasp him.
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A young angel walked along thinking about what his father had said to him. The whole having someone to live the rest of his life thing was a little scary considering that all the females here were freaks (and that was putting it nicely). But he did have to choose a partner soon or another family would take the thrown. Something he didn't want.
The angel sat down on a rock close to the edge of the lake. He brought out his wings to look at them. They were black and tipped a ruby red. Because of the second colour he was given great respect. All his family had the tipped wings. His father's were tipped a royal blue colour and his late mother's used to have a bright purple tip.
A tear ran down his cheek as he thought about his mother. She had died a few weeks ago and being so close to her this was harder on him then anyone. He wiped away the tear. He looked upwards toward the sky or as teachers told him the Land of the Gods. He cursed them for taking away his beloved mother. He was about to turn away when a falling figure caught his eye. The figure got bigger and he saw something that looked like him only had a few less bangs. Just before his little look alike hit the ground, the black winged angel reached out and caught the falling angel.
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The black winged angel put the white winged angel down. The white winged angel looked up at someone who looked exactly like him but with a few extra blond bangs that stood up in the back and had black wings with red tips instead of his white with gold ones. And was taller and had sharp crimson eyes that looked with at him with concern. The shorter could see that the other was very handsome.
The taller spoke first. 'Are you ok?'
The white winged angel spoke softly. 'Yes thank you. For saving me I mean.' He blushed and looked down at his bare feet.
The taller smiled at this move. 'What's your name?'
'Yugi. What's yours?'
'Yami.' He looked up then back into the innocent violet eyes belonging to the other.
Yugi looked up towards the sharp crimson eyes that belonged to the handsome Yami. He then saw the taller look towards his former home. He looked towards the sky.
'Where did you come from?' He thought about what he had just done to the Gods. 'Are you a messenger from the Gods?'
Yugi's eyes widened at the question. 'Oh no I lived up there.' He tilted his head up to look at his former home. 'No one wanted me up there. I was just about to fly down here when a ball came flying at me and broke my wing.' He brought out his wings to show the older his oddly angled white wing. Yami gasped at the wings.
When Yugi heard the gasp he quickly pulled his not broken wing around him and looked down in shame. 'Great just great,' he thought, 'Not only was I laughed at up there now I'm gonna be laughed at down here.' But it really surprised him at how much it hurt to have Yami laugh at him.
Yami saw that the younger was upset. He easily bypassed the wings, as there was only one of them, and put a finger under the little ones chin, tilted his head up and saw the little one crying. He felt strange, like drawn to the little one, he hated that Yugi was crying. He pulled Yugi into a hug and wrapped his wings around the pair. Yugi was startled by the action but grasped the back of Yami's leather shirt and started to cry.
'Yugi what's wrong?'
Between sobs he managed to choke out, 'Nobody wants.me. around. I shouldn't . even be.down here. All. I'm doing is.' The rest was cut out by his sobbing even harder into Yami's shirt. The taller scooped up Yugi and sat on the rock he was earlier. He put Yugi into his lap. Yugi finally stopped sobbing but tears still ran down his cheeks as he looked up at Yami.
'You don't even want me here. You were gonna laugh at my wings too. Everyone does.'
Yami suddenly understood what Yugi was talking about. 'Oh, Yugi, no. I was just surprised that they were white. Everyone's wings down here are black. I really like them. He put his other hand out to touch the wing that was still somewhat around Yugi. He was surprised when as he touched it the wing became jagged.
Yugi was surprised when Yami started to touch his wing and tensed but he saw that Yami wasn't going to do any harm to him and he relaxed and his wings became soft and wavy. He then realized what Yami had said.
'You- you like my wings.'
Yugi smiled when Yami nodded. Yugi leaned closer to Yami. He felt safe with him, happy and very attracted to him. Yami looked down at the little angel in his arms. It was then that he realized just how beautiful he thought the fallen angel was.
Yami then realized what time it was. 'Yugi. um I have to go home. You want to come? We can heal your wing for you.'
Yugi smiled and nodded. Yami stood up and started to flap his wings but then saw Yugi look down in shame. 'Yugi?'
'I can't fly.'
'I know, I was going to carry you if that's ok.'
Yugi brighten at the thought of being back in Yami's arms. The older angel reached out and scooped Yugi up into his arms. He kicked off from the ground and flew into the air. He laughed a bit when Yugi gasped and gripped him a little harder.
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A little angel sat on a small wisp of cloud watching the sun set. His golden tipped pure white wings fluttered behind his as he thought about life in general. He spoke to the setting sun. 'Why am I alive?' The confused little angel didn't have any friends but that was all because of his wings. The gold tips shunned him from any friends. The kids at school were laughing at his because of his height or rather lack there of and his hair, which was black and red tipped but to top it all off he had blond bangs, at first but then when he showed his wings ultimate rejection was now on his shoulders. He felt lost.
He looked down and saw what his teachers called the Land of Unknown for no one went down there and came back.
'Maybe it would just be better if I went down there. I might be able to find a friend.' A second thought shot across his mind. 'Who would what to be friends with me? Oh well it's worth a shot.'
The little angel stood up. He flapped his wings and started to fly. He hovered for a while looking back at the only home he had every known when a huge ball came flying towards him and hit his wing. The little angel heard a crack and fell; he just far enough away from the edge of the cloud to avoid contact and further injury his already broken wing. He fell all the way towards The Land of Unknown.
He started to realize that not only was he escaping a world that tortured him but he may also die. 'Damn I never thought of where I was planning on landing.'
He looked down and saw that he was getting closer and closer to the ground. He got really lightheaded as he rushed though the atmosphere. The little angel then retracted his wings with much difficulty but he didn't want to damage them any more. Within the last second of hitting the ground he felt arms grasp him.
~*~*~*~*~
A young angel walked along thinking about what his father had said to him. The whole having someone to live the rest of his life thing was a little scary considering that all the females here were freaks (and that was putting it nicely). But he did have to choose a partner soon or another family would take the thrown. Something he didn't want.
The angel sat down on a rock close to the edge of the lake. He brought out his wings to look at them. They were black and tipped a ruby red. Because of the second colour he was given great respect. All his family had the tipped wings. His father's were tipped a royal blue colour and his late mother's used to have a bright purple tip.
A tear ran down his cheek as he thought about his mother. She had died a few weeks ago and being so close to her this was harder on him then anyone. He wiped away the tear. He looked upwards toward the sky or as teachers told him the Land of the Gods. He cursed them for taking away his beloved mother. He was about to turn away when a falling figure caught his eye. The figure got bigger and he saw something that looked like him only had a few less bangs. Just before his little look alike hit the ground, the black winged angel reached out and caught the falling angel.
~*~*~*~*~
The black winged angel put the white winged angel down. The white winged angel looked up at someone who looked exactly like him but with a few extra blond bangs that stood up in the back and had black wings with red tips instead of his white with gold ones. And was taller and had sharp crimson eyes that looked with at him with concern. The shorter could see that the other was very handsome.
The taller spoke first. 'Are you ok?'
The white winged angel spoke softly. 'Yes thank you. For saving me I mean.' He blushed and looked down at his bare feet.
The taller smiled at this move. 'What's your name?'
'Yugi. What's yours?'
'Yami.' He looked up then back into the innocent violet eyes belonging to the other.
Yugi looked up towards the sharp crimson eyes that belonged to the handsome Yami. He then saw the taller look towards his former home. He looked towards the sky.
'Where did you come from?' He thought about what he had just done to the Gods. 'Are you a messenger from the Gods?'
Yugi's eyes widened at the question. 'Oh no I lived up there.' He tilted his head up to look at his former home. 'No one wanted me up there. I was just about to fly down here when a ball came flying at me and broke my wing.' He brought out his wings to show the older his oddly angled white wing. Yami gasped at the wings.
When Yugi heard the gasp he quickly pulled his not broken wing around him and looked down in shame. 'Great just great,' he thought, 'Not only was I laughed at up there now I'm gonna be laughed at down here.' But it really surprised him at how much it hurt to have Yami laugh at him.
Yami saw that the younger was upset. He easily bypassed the wings, as there was only one of them, and put a finger under the little ones chin, tilted his head up and saw the little one crying. He felt strange, like drawn to the little one, he hated that Yugi was crying. He pulled Yugi into a hug and wrapped his wings around the pair. Yugi was startled by the action but grasped the back of Yami's leather shirt and started to cry.
'Yugi what's wrong?'
Between sobs he managed to choke out, 'Nobody wants.me. around. I shouldn't . even be.down here. All. I'm doing is.' The rest was cut out by his sobbing even harder into Yami's shirt. The taller scooped up Yugi and sat on the rock he was earlier. He put Yugi into his lap. Yugi finally stopped sobbing but tears still ran down his cheeks as he looked up at Yami.
'You don't even want me here. You were gonna laugh at my wings too. Everyone does.'
Yami suddenly understood what Yugi was talking about. 'Oh, Yugi, no. I was just surprised that they were white. Everyone's wings down here are black. I really like them. He put his other hand out to touch the wing that was still somewhat around Yugi. He was surprised when as he touched it the wing became jagged.
Yugi was surprised when Yami started to touch his wing and tensed but he saw that Yami wasn't going to do any harm to him and he relaxed and his wings became soft and wavy. He then realized what Yami had said.
'You- you like my wings.'
Yugi smiled when Yami nodded. Yugi leaned closer to Yami. He felt safe with him, happy and very attracted to him. Yami looked down at the little angel in his arms. It was then that he realized just how beautiful he thought the fallen angel was.
Yami then realized what time it was. 'Yugi. um I have to go home. You want to come? We can heal your wing for you.'
Yugi smiled and nodded. Yami stood up and started to flap his wings but then saw Yugi look down in shame. 'Yugi?'
'I can't fly.'
'I know, I was going to carry you if that's ok.'
Yugi brighten at the thought of being back in Yami's arms. The older angel reached out and scooped Yugi up into his arms. He kicked off from the ground and flew into the air. He laughed a bit when Yugi gasped and gripped him a little harder.
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