Kiku Honda sits nervously outside his boss' office. His partner, Elizabeta, has been in there for a while.
Finally, the door clicks open and she steps out, her brow furrowed. In one hand, she clutches a file. She nods at Kiku as she leaves, green heels clicking and white wings swishing.
"Kiku. Come in." His boss, Roderich, pokes his head out the door. He walks in cautiously, sitting when he is indicated to do so.
Roderich adjusts his glasses and sighs. Kiku knows how much he hates his job- manager of angels must get tiring, especially with some of the angels that he has to deal with.
"Kiku, we've decided it's time for your first solo mission." He says. Taking two files from a cabinet, he drops them down upon the desk. "Have a look."
Curious, Kiku opens one up. A photo falls out. It's of a grumpy-looking blond with thick eyebrows, captioned, "Arthur Kirkland." The other one holds a photo of a man with dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes.
Kiku is confused.
"Mr. Edelstein, I am confused. Why did you feel this had to be my first solo mission?"
His hands twitch, like they're just itching to play the piano that stands in a corner of the building. Elizabeta listens to him play sometimes, and even Kiku has caught a few bars every once in a while. "It may not seem like it, but this is a difficult mission. We feel it's the perfect mission to test your skills."
Kiku gulps and nods.
"One more thing: This is top secret. No-one is to know about this mission. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir."
Loud metal music sounds from outside the office just then, and Roderich storms out. "Gilbert! Turn off that horrible music at once!"
Resisting the urge to giggle, Kiku takes the file and walks out to see one of the other angels, Gilbert, dancing and playing broom guitar. "Make me, Roddy!"
Roderich walks over and promptly smashes Gilbert's radio. "Back to work everyone!" He walks back inside his office and slams the door.
A phone starts ringing, and everyone goes back to their respective duties. Except Gilbert, of course.
Gilbert is the angel of music, and that's why Roderich hates him so much. Roderich used to be the angel of music, until around a century ago, when the previous manager was promoted. Roderich took over his job, and they got Gilbert, the epitome of everything Roderich dislikes, to be the replacement.
How did you like my broom solo?" He grins at Elizabeta. It's no secret he has a thing for her.
"It sucked." She deadpans.
His smile falters for a moment, then he shrugs. "Well, I am talented, don't you think?"
"Your only talent is pissing off Roderich, and you know it." Elizabeta shuffles a pile of paper.
"Hello Elizabeta." Kiku greets. "Hello Gilbert." He sits down in his cubicle, beside Elizabeta.
Gilbert runs a hand through his silver hair his red eyes sparkling. "Do you know it was me who made Zayn leave 1D?"
"Yeah. He was the only hot one too." She grumbles. "Do you enjoy making my eternity miserable?"
Kiku feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around. Heracles is leaning back in his office chair, six or seven cats draped over his body.
As angel of animals, Heracles isn't really supposed to have a favourite. That doesn't stop him from owning 216 cats, though.
"Hi Heracles." Kiku pets one of the cats, a calico named Pegasus.
"New mission?" He asks, yawning.
Kiku nods. "Top secret." He clarifies.
"Good luck then." With a swish and a couple meows, Heracles slides away.
Kiku sighs. If this mission is really that difficult, he better get on it. He opens up the handsome American's profile and starts reading.
Alfred F. Jones was born in 1996, to parents Alice and Joe. He gas one brother, Matthew, and they both attend Roundview College in Boston. His main group of friends consists of two Italian brothers, Feliciano and Lovino. He can't stand a student named Ivan Braginski. His interests include sports, fast food, and classic rock.
Okay. So your average, red-blooded American guy. What about this other one then?
Arthur Kirkland was born in London, England, in 1992. He has three brothers, Allastor, Seamus, and Dylan. He works for a popular law firm in Boston. He has a few co-workers who he likes, but little to no close friends, excepting Francis Bonnefoy, a longtime frenemy. His main interests include literature, tea, and embroidery.
Well then. This will be interesting.