A/N: So, okay, yes, I stoled da title. So what? I'll put it in my disclaimer! So... so... HAHAHAHAHAHA!.:runs away laughing:

:comes back: Anyway, I wanted to try something new. I've been writing a lot of Zelos/Lloyd and some Lloyd/Genis (although you haven't seen it)... but a pair that kind of interested me was Kratos/Zelos. I've read a couple myself, and it's an interesting pair. Both angels, in such pain! Agony! ...hot? XD

Disclaimer: ShimaGenki does not own Tales of Symphonia, or the title of her work. It is not god-like in any sort of way.

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Touched by an Angel

Chapter 1

When Zelos first joined Cruxis, he hadn't thought that it would be so hard. Just release the Cruxis Crystal's power, and... bam! He's an angel! And then a little betrayal follows that up, and he's finally free. A simple task, compared to what really happened.

Unlike Colette, who had to take a long journey to release each seal to become an angel, Tethe'alla's Chosen had been quickly transformed into an angel. First, he lost his appetite. Then, he no longer needed sleep. His voice was gone before the feeling in his hands, which was last. This process was the most painful... because the transformation was so fast, the only actual "trial" he had gone through had been most unpleasant.

As the last of the crystal's power was unleashed, Zelos fell unto the ground, hands gripped for something... anything. Pain that he had never experienced seared through his spine, and the back of his mind was screaming for mercy. But nothing escaped his throat, barren without sound. Gold was glimmering against the cold floor. Suddenly, the floor was no longer cold... no longer anything. The pain was gone. All feeling was gone. He clawed for the floor, he saw his own fingernails digging at the marble, but nothing had pain. Nothing but his empty heart, begging for a leadway. He couldn't feel to get up, he couldn't feel his ankle twist under him as he fell. He didn't realise how tangled he was in his own limbs, and had no idea why he couldn't move. In a way, he could move, but if he was, he hadn't a clue. Not until he saw brunette hair in his eyes, and watched the world shift place as he was (obviously) placed unto his own two feet.

"Are you all right?" the savior asked, his voice deep. Only a nod could show his response. He was nodding, correct? "You won't be able to feel for a while. Just relax, and whatever you do, don't fall. I may not be there next time to help you back up." He walked away. Zelos' conscious tipped slightly because he couldn't say a "thank you," but it couldn't be helped. Zelos headed back to his quarters, back in Meltokio, so Sebastian wouldn't worry about his master.

In his king-sized bed, the Chosen couldn't help wondering about that man. Who was he? He'd been there all those times he'd gone through one of his trials or whatever they may have been called... but he wasn't supposed to really know him, not when he met his "friends," who where expected in the oncoming months, or weeks. Everybody knew Remiel was gonna get his ass kicked. But back to the other man. He usually dressed in a white and blue outfit, sometimes this purple outfit that reminded Zelos of a funny looking grasshopper. But he couldn't fit a name with the face. He wish he could... once he goes back to Cruxis with a voice, he wanted to properly thank him.

'Name... name... maybe it started with a C? Carl, Clayton... no, err... Charles? ...Kratos! That's it!' But until he could feel again, he wasn't leaving his bed. He felt like being a stubborn jerk, and besides, it's not like he was gonna make it to Cruxis anyhow.

The following morning, Zelos could be found clawing away at his arm, trying desperately to gain any sort of feeling, specifically pain at this point. He didn't realise he had made it under his skin under blood started to smear across the fresh wound and under his fingernails. He tried to taste the iron, but if he had made it to his mouth, he wasn't tasting it. This was beyond crazy. He looked at his window as an intruder crawled through, the same man who had helped him the day before.

"Excuse me, Chosen, but shouldn't you be with Cruxis at this point in time?" The redhead shook 'no'. "I believe you are, or Mithos wouldn't be as upset as he-- what the hell are you doing?" His brown eye caught the sight of crimson spilling slowly down Zelos' arm and plastered on his hand. "Creating scars will do nothing except remind you later of this pain, which I'm sure you would like to forget." He walked closer to the bedside, creating a fear inside the younger that he was going to find himself listening to a lecture quietly, or worse. But he watched as Kratos gripped the wound and murmured quietly before casting a first aid, white lights flickering across his face and reflecting in his eyes. He removed his hand, and only a scar remained. "How long have you been doing that to yourself?" Zelos held up a hand fuller stretched out. "Five minutes?" No. "Five hours?" Yes. "No wonder. Here, we should wash off that blood." The experienced angel took out a stained handkerchief from his pocket and casted a light water spell, damping the cloth, so that he could wipe the blood from closed wound, hand, and even on his face. "I don't want to know how you got that around your mouth." When he finished, he tucked the cloth back in his pocket.

As he got up to leave, a hand reached up to grab a leather band on the outfit. He didn't want to go back to Cruxis to look back into two thousand possessed eyes, he wanted to look into these comforting, brown eyes. They were deep with mystery, not emptied with darkness. Kratos had not understood what in the world he was doing, so Zelos tried to speak what he wanted. All that came was a whispery, "Pl...s...st..."

"Pardon?" He bent down closer with his ear down at Zelos' mouth's level. Never before had a voiceless angel tried to address him. "Plehs... stuh..." Desperately he repeated this several times, slower, and with an annoying amount of air blowing into his alert ears. He backed away enough so he could see the answers to his questions.

"Pl... please?" Yes. "Please... st..."

"Stuh..."

"Stay?" Yes! "Chosen, we have a job to do."

"Juhst... won... duh..."

"Just one day?" Yes. Please. He jumped when a head was rested awkwardly on his chest and two arms wrapped for support. In fact, he was pulled down into an awfully uncomfortable position into the bedframe. "Suh... wee..."

"Are you apologizing?" Nod. "It's all right, but... we--"

"Buh... thuh... weh... thnk... yhu..."

"Pardon?" He repeated the aired sentence again. "Buh... by? By the... way... think... no? thank... By the way, thank you?" Yes. "For what? The wound?" No. Well... yes. But... "Oh, you mean yesterday." Yes. "You're... welcome, I suppose." In more surprise, Kratos remained where he was for quite sometime. Neither knew how long they had just been in the same odd embrace. Both could feel the other's awkward feeling, but it was a comfort that they both had needed for some time.

A/N:.:credits/aka Author Notes roll:

Chapters: Sorry Itsshort

Kratos' Costume: Cantremember Cruxisoutfitcolor

Purple Costume: Lookslike Agrasshopper

Zelos Tryingtotalk: Feltstupid Makingsounds

Embrace: Not Homo Comforting

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