Chapter one: Real life
Summary: Demyx's life has always been peaceful. But what happens when he falls in love with a human while he's an angel?
Sea: Okay, I know I should be working on some other stories, but I just can't get into the other ones for some reason. I know two are in notebooks and it just bores me to re-write stories onto online.
Oh well. For this most part, this story is about Demyx being an angel and falling in love with a human.
Why? I don't know. It just sort of popped in my head and I wanted to write it.
Oh well, I hope you guys like the story and such.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned ANYTHING, you would definitely know *wink*
INDEX:
Dreams
Normal talk-human world
Normal talk- angel world
"People talking"
'Thoughts'
A boy, who looked maybe around six grinned goofily down at him. The boy had beautiful blond hair and gorgeous green eyes. His blond hair was styled in a mullet/Mohawk type style. It looked weird but it fit him somehow. His face was rounded and beautiful, just like the rest of him.
But there was only one thing weird about him. He was an angel. No normal human being had celestial white wings. But this was all a dream, right? None of it was real?
Then why did it seem so real when the angel was so close to him?
The angel leaned down across the little bit of gap between him and a boy who looked a little shorter than him with lilac purple locks covering one eye and his other eye a deep dark color. The celestial being smiled kindly at him and murmured something that sounded oddly enough like his name.
"Zexion, come with me?" the angel had said and that's where it stopped a hand extended towards him and a kind and beautiful smile plastered on the beings' face.
With a jolt the lilac haired man who was now in a fifteen year old body gasped as he stared at the walls in front of him. Instead of being in a white room, he was now in a room painted black in a bed with a canopy above him. He was Zexion. He was the lilac haired little boy in his dream. He was in his room.
He heard footsteps hurry to his room and a woman with lilac hair to match his own ran in. "Oh, my baby." The woman cooed softly as she held him against her medium chest. "Are you alright? Mommy heard you scream and rushed right away to you." The long wavy lilac hair that reached her mid-back swished and half fell over her shoulders and a strand stuck on Zexion's shirt.
Zexion sighed and brushed away the stray strand as he looked into his mother's midnight eyes. "I'm fine, mom. Just a weird dream." he explained and the woman hugged him again.
"Oh thank the angels my baby is okay." She said, looking up into his window to stare at the beautiful twinkling stars. Yes, they believed in angels, or at least his mother did. She prayed to the angels every night to bless them while they slept.
Ever since his father died when he was five and a half years old, his mother had also been way over protective, especially if he ever awoken from something that frightened him or if he ever came home with a black eye or broken bone she would DEMAND to know who had hurt her baby so much.
He would always tell her it was nothing or he tripped, but she would always bother him about it until he confessed and then his mother would call their parents and tell what their kid or kids did.
It sometimes got so out of hand, she would demand an apology from either the person or people who beat him up AND an apology from the parents for letting them get so out of hand. Yeah, his mother could be crazy sometimes, but no matter how crazy the woman would seem or be at times, he still loved the woman…. In a platonic, mother-to-son sort of way, of course.
In the angel world a boy who looked literally the exact same as Zexion's dream (except he was now sixteen) smiled down upon the human world. He had just finished his angel duties when he before planting a weird dream into the lilac haired teens head.
Yeah, he did that half to mess with the teen, but at the same time, he did it because he wanted to gain the lilac haired teen's attention without being too obvious, but at the same time without being obvious enough. It was more of a thing that was right in the middle.
Oh well, it was fun doing that to people in his mind. And he loved having fun with people.
"Demyx?" a man behind him called and Demyx paled, knowing who that was.
Turning around, Demyx looked at the man with a nervous chuckle. "Eheheh, Hi Sephy…." Demyx nervously said, scratching the back of his head.
Sephiroth, an overpowering angel raised a delicate silver brow at the teen angel. "What are you up to this time?" demanded the silver haired man calmly.
Demyx gulped and looked down, his sea-green eyes gazing down shamefully at the fluffy clouds he hovered upon. "I was done with my duties and I thought I'd take a peek at the humans…." He said quietly.
The silver haired man rolled his eyes and muttered a small "I should have known" under his breath. "C'mon then…." The man turned and Demyx slowly followed, knowing he would have to explain himself to the angel king.
Sea: Yeah, that's it for now. Come back to see who the angel king is and such! And nope, it's not Sephy *wink*