Yesterday

The Flugel was browsing the strange 'Tablet' that she had basically confiscated from her master. She was a Flügel, and ever since the one true god had banished all bloodshed and changed the way of fighting to games, the Flügel had changed their behavior of collecting severed heads into collecting knowledge. Now, after many years of roaming Disboard, she had seen her fair share of wonderful things, and she had learned a lot. Five years ago, Jibril had played a game with the king of the Imanity, and easily won. She had claimed the library as her reward, and just holed up in there. The library contained many interesting and unknown books, but living on her own had been boring. After she had read almost all of the interesting books that the library had, she just started to reread them. Needless to say that she was extremely bored, and lonely as well.

This had all changed two weeks ago, with the appearance of the new King and Queen of the Imanity. They had challenged her to a game, baiting her in with what they said were 'Over 40.000 books from another world', and after a full day of Materialization Shiritori, she had found out that they had just been toying with her from the start.

They had defeated her, resulting in her losing the library, and them claiming full rights over her. Aside from that, however, she had sworn her loyalty to them. From then on, she had sticked with the two 'Human' rulers of the Imanity. It had already resulted in quite an adventure, taking them to the kingdom of the Warbeast, playing a Game of Nations and eventually claiming the entire Warbeast faction and forming the "Elkia Federation". Now, they were finally back in the Imanity castle, and they had went to their respective rooms some hours ago. Flügel needed little sleep, so she spent most of the nights reading her newly acquired books. This evening she had stumbled upon something interesting, and it had hooked her in for the past four hours already. It was definitely something that she needed to speak about with Sora. It was a romantic story, and she had been surprised to find it on something that was Sora`s.

It had caught her interest, and after she had started the first chapter, she hadn't stopped. The story itself was about a boy that attended something called "highschool" -whatever that was- where he met a girl that made his heart race. Flügel didn't fall in love, as it was called in the book. They would take a liking in others, and maybe even live with them for a certain while, but never before did a Flügel experience the feeling of "Love". Now, while reading this book, Jibril finally had some kind of grasp on what the exact feelings that had weighted upon her chest were. She was not sure yet, and it would take some more research before she would know for sure, but Jibril she knew that the final result of her research would be that she actually possessed the ability to love. That she loved Sora.

There was a soft knock on their door, as if the one that was knocking wasn't sure if she really wanted to knock on the door or not. Sora rose up from the bed, made sure he was not "underdressed" and walked up to the door. Before he was able to reach the door, there was another knock, a bit louder now.

"Yeah, yeah. Hold on for a sec, I`m almost there." He answered, making sure not to wake his sister, who had slipped into sleep several hours ago. Reaching the door now, he pushed the door handle and pulled the door open.

In front of him was the pink haired beauty, Jibril. The Flügel was the girl that had roamed Sora`s dreams during his nights, and his daydreams as well. He rose an eyebrow, and looked at her.

She was blushing, in Artosh` name, she was blushing! She was a godkilling warrior, for heaven`s sake. And now she was blushing like a schoolgirl. She could even feel the heat that was radiating from her face, and she immediately wished that she had reconsidered before knocking on her master`s door. Sora was standing in the doorway, looking as sharp as ever.

"Uhm…" Jibril stammered, cursing herself a thousand times inside her head. Why was she so nervous? What was wrong with her? "Uhm… Can I talk with you for a moment, Sora? There is something I need to ask you."

"So, Jibril. What is it that you needed to talk about? Are you alright?" Sora asked the Flügel, who was floating a few inches above the ground. Sora`s voice had changed from the ever joking one to a more serious tone. The girl next to him had her blush returned to her face right away.

"Well… I have been reading a certain book lately. It was on your tablet, which I borrowed from you two days ago."

"Ah, so that`s where it went." Sora murmured, before moving his wrist, signaling Jibril to go on.

"It was a book named Eberon, and it was about a boy called Arin."

"Yes, I remember reading that a while ago. What is it?"

"This book… It spoke about feelings that the boy had for someone else…"

"It is a romantic novel, it is all about feelings for others."

"I know…" She stayed silent for a while as they continued walking through the palace.

"Sora?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you love me?"

This question, seemingly coming out of nowhere, caught him off guard, and for a moment the Imanity King stepped backwards, looking shocked. This, of course, made the Flügel think it was because of her, and sadness overcame her from the inside. She was pretty sure that what she felt for Sora was some kind of love, but apparently he didn't feel the same.

"I see," She whispered, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. "Forget that I asked this, please." Jibril moved away from Sora and went back to her room, leaving the human staring at her from the doorway, shocked.

Once she closed the door of her own room behind her, her mask broke, and tears started to flow down over her cheeks. She dropped herself on her bed and buried her face into a pillow, effectively muffling the soft sounds of her sobbing. She should never have done this, she was such a fool. She pushed her face even deeper into the pillow and sunk away in sorrow and pain.

Sora was at a loss of words, the girl he fantasized about being together with had asked him if he loved her, and from his first reaction of shock she had concluded that this wasn't the case. From her reaction, however, it became apparent to Sora that apparently she loved him. Sora shook his head. Why were women so difficult… She could just have said that she loved him, instead of turning around it this way, and in the end hurting herself. Although, now that he thought about it, he should have acted differently, or at least called after her when she disappeared to her own room. Instead, he just stood there, as he was still doing. Sora knew that he needed to act, but it was difficult right now. The girl would probably be extremely upset, and angry at him. Not that there would be any other option though, it wouldn't do if Jibril would stay sad or angry in the future. After taking a deep breath, Sora left his spot at the door and moved towards the Flügel`s room.

There was sobbing heard on the other side of the door, making Sora feel even worse for a moment, but also more determined to fix it.
"Well, here goes…." He whispered, knocking at the door.

"Jibril? Can I… Can I come in?"

The normally cheery voice sounded broken as the Flügel answered: "No… Don`t do that Sora, just… Just leave."

"I`m coming in anyway, Jibril. You`re making the wrong assumptions, and you`re slightly overreacting as well…" Sora said before opening the door, finding Jibril on her bed, staring up at him with angry eyes, which were also filled with sadness.
Jibril looked like a mess; her eyes were shot with red, her clothes wrinkled and her hair looked nowhere as beautiful as that it normally did.

The Flügel looked into his eyes, the pain in hers becoming even more clear to Sora. "Sora, please. I don`t want to do this now… I was wrong about you, and these feelings are all new for me. Please, just leave me alone."

The black haired boy shook his head, and walked closer to the bed.

"Jibril, your assumption wasn't wrong, it was just…" Sora shook his head while going on, "I have admired you for a while already, and your confession and question took me completely off guard. I mean, you are so beautiful, and there is no way that I would ever be good enough for you… I cannot make use of the fact that all these feelings are new to you and push you into a relationship that you would regret later on. I don't want to do that to you."

He stood next to the bed were the Flügel laid upon, still looking into her eyes. "It… It would just be unfair, and it will drive a wedge between us, either now or later. I do not want to lose you, Jibril, that`s… It is something that I`m scared of."

The Flügel moved and rose to a sitting position, her face brightening up a little bit. "Did you pick those line out of a game or something? They sound so unlike you."

Sora shot her a smile and shook his head. "Sadly enough, not everything is a game, even in a world that is totally evolved around games. Games are easy, this isn't."

Jibril nodded, and as her expression changed she grasped Sora`s shirt. "This could still be as much fun though."

Sora gulped as he was pulled down by the angel. Before her lips touched his, he struggled a little bit, in a last attempt of making her see reason. Yet as soon as they kissed, his struggles ended, and he focussed on other things.

They had been making out and cuddling for the past three hours or so, and Jibril had forgotten all the nasty feelings she had possessed before. They were replaced with content ones, and also with eager. If this was how love felt, it would be well worth investing time into it. She sighed as Sora stroke her right wing again, moving his fingers over the soft feathers. She noticed that her hair was now completely ruined, both by her mental breakdown and the time that they had spent together after Sora had picked her up again.

The Flügel pushed herself up to his eye level and gave Sora another peck. "So, how do we continue this from here on?"
"You are asking me for relationship advice? You know I`m a no-life gamer, right?"

"Well, that would still give you a headstart over me, I guess?"

"Hah, we`ll make for the best couple ever, Angel."

"Aye, master. We sure do." She replied as they both sank down onto the bed again, forgetting time and everything else that happened outside the room.

Another challenge, and an attempt at writing a lovestory. This is story, opose to "Dear Shirley" is one that I might continue for a few more chapters though. That is, of course, if I can blend it in with the rest of my stories+exams+social responsibilities etc.
Stay Tuned!

-Alsodef