Disclaimer: Sailormoon is most definitely not mine.
Author: Fallen Seraphim
Author's E-mail: KittenXanax@aol.com
Side Author Notes: I'm trying to make this as light as possible. Meaning, if you know nothing about Angelology and Demonology, don't panic. It's pretty easy to understand.

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Angelic and Demonic
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The young raven-haired teenager stared blankly at the teacher as she stacked up several books and leaned her open one against them. She sighed and leaned down; digging through the bag that was leaning against her right ankle. Her black-tainted lips perked up into a smile and she grabbed the silver nail polish. "Seiya Kou…" Seiya's eyes widened slightly.

"Yes?"

"I thought we had a long discussion on this after school the other day," Seiya scowled, a twinge of annoyance glaring in her midnight blue eyes. "You have to pass this marking period or else you'll fail for the entire year," Seiya rested her cheek against her palm, heaving a heavy sigh. The girls in the class put their hands over their mouths to keep from giggling at the thought of Seiya's horrible grades.

"Maybe if you taught us some crap we could use in our everyday lives, I'd actually pay attention to your annoying lectures," Seiya growled low in her throat and slammed her book closed, shutting the girls up and she placed it neatly on her pile. She smirked and stood up from her seat and placed her hands on her hips, mocking the teacher. "'Okay, class, why don't we open up our books and learn shit we already know, hmm? You leaned it once we can sure as Hell learn it again just waste our time!'" The silver haired girl next to Seiya shook her head and sank her face into her hands, groaning to herself. Seiya grunted and grabbed her bag, stuffing her books inside. "See if I put up with your boring crap," The class instructor opened his mouth only to have Seiya sharply cut him off. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Go to the freakin' principal's office for my 'foul language' and 'refusal to participate appropriately'. I only get told every other day," Seiya rolled her eyes and walked to the door and opened it, walking out of the classroom, slamming the door just to get her point across. The teacher coughed softly at the silence of the class. A pale hand raised into the air.

"Yes, Yaten?"

"Why is it that she ALWAYS has some sort of valid point, and you NEVER know how to respond to it?" The instructor's eyebrow twitched and he sat as his desk, closing his book.

"The rest of the period will be spent as a study," The instructor sighed and rubbed his temples. "That Devil child will be the death of me someday."

Yaten sighed and pushed her hair behind her ears, staring absently at the clock. She peered over at the violet-eyed girl who was scribbling on her paper like mad; obviously afraid she was going to lose the answer to the question she was answering. "Taiki, what in Heaven's name is all the rushing about? You usually take your time." Taiki's head shot up, and she turned her head slightly to look at Yaten.

"Well, the answer can't really be found in a book considering it's based upon one's personal theory to the subject. And I had this marvelous train of thought concerning my own theory to the specific subject, and I was afraid I was gonna lose it so I thought I should write it all down, despite its sloppiness. And I was half way through it before you decided to pipe up your cute little voice and kill it all!" Taiki snapped her pencil in her hands as her eyebrow twitched. Yaten's eyes widened slightly. She hadn't hear Taiki speak that long in ages.

"S-Sorry," Yaten replied curtly a slight flush of embarrassment developing on her pale cheeks. Taiki snickered at her reaction, obviously taking it as some sort of cruel, sadistic torture of guilt.

"Don't worry about it. It'll come back to me." Yaten nodded and turned her eyes down to the book that was laid out before her.

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Four sets of eyes stared at Yaten through the school windows. "Is that the girl we were looking for?"

"All right, all right, we found her, can we go home now?"

"To such a relatively boring job, Raphael? Really, you need to get out more. This is something new. Well… somewhat," Michael glanced at all his Angelic comrades. "Okay. Maybe not."

"As if you're one to talk, Michael. Really, why are you so giddy anyway?"

"Would you two stop bickering," Uriel hissed through his clenched teeth. "We're doing this whether you like it or not. You should like it anyway. We're bringing joy and a feeling of compassion to somebody's heart. How selfish of the both of you. I expected better of you, Michael. And Raphael, you are definitely more compassionate and graceful than that act you just put up," Michael and Raphael shrank back slightly from Uriel, unsure of what to make of his sudden spurt of anger. Gabriel looked on with an amused look in his smoky gray eyes as he twined strands of his brown hair through his fingers. Michael pushed back red locks of long hair out of his amber eyes and regained his composure, suddenly finding an interest in the cloth of his robes.

"Sorry, Uriel, I promise I'll never do it again," He muttered lamely. Gabriel bit his lip, but really couldn't help what slipped from his cherry-tainted lips.

"You sound awfully pathetic for the leader of the Celestial Army."

"What did you just say?" Michael's hands clenched into fists, giving Gabriel the same piercing glare he gave Lucifer as he revolted. Gabriel's eyes widened slightly and avoided eye contact with Michael as he shuffled behind Uriel; his hands protectively clamped to Uriel's wings like a child would clutch a 'safety blanket'.

"I was just kidding, Michael, really. You're a very, um," Gabriel thought for a moment, before he piped up again. "Justified chief in command." He smiled weakly at Michael as he rested his chin on Uriel's shoulder, removing one of his hands from the soft, white wings and running his fingers through Uriel's bleach blonde hair. Raphael stared for a moment before he shook his head and peeked in the window again. He scanned his blue eyes over the several students that sat at their desks, and the few young girls who stood in small groups, gossiping. He frowned for a moment, wondering where humanity ever went. His eyes laid upon Yaten and he stared intently at her. He didn't notice when Uriel, Michael, and Gabriel joined him at his side.

"All right, get serious. We have no time to fool around. We were sent here for a purpose."

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Yaten looked up from her book and blinked. "Taiki, did you ever have that feeling that somebody was watching you?" Taiki reluctantly tore her eyes away from the pale white pages of her novel and stared at Yaten for a moment.

"Yeah, why? I mean, we are in school. Of course people are going to watch every move you make sometimes," Yaten nodded slowly and sighed as she put a hand to her temple. "Is something on your mind? I'm always willing to try and help." Yaten shook her head slowly.

"I just have that weird watched feeling. It's giving me an upset stomach," Yaten muttered sultrily. Taiki nodded slowly and glanced around the room.

"I don't see anybody staring at you specifically. You're just paranoid." A smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"You're probably right," Yaten glanced out the window

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Should I continue or what? Gimme your opinions. I am throwing Seiya in, she's a main character in the story, but I found it better to kick it off with Yaten rather then Seiya. No, there will be no shoujo-ai or yuri in this fanfic. It's not that type of fanfic. In the next chapter, you'll find appearances from the demons/fallen angels Mephistopheles, Usiel, Asmodeus, and of course Lucifer [Satan] himself. And anybody who has a problem over the fact it's dealing with religious crud don't waste my time to flame me in reviews or in e-mails. Just don't read it if you have a problem with it. For the record, it's mostly based off main Christian theology. (Despite the fact that I'm not Christian.)