Title: Heavens in love
By 星らぶ
A.N.: I don't own anything
Summary: An angel falls in love with a girl from an ancient prophesy. The consequences of their actions will lead to struggle and loss.
Important Note: This is the first story I ever written; I have posted this story in 2008 on FFnet, under a different account and pen name. If you feel the need to be sure that I am the same person, I can message you a proof (file creation data and the email from FFnet when it was first posted).
Important Note:
The Japanese words for this chapter:
愛してます(aishitemasu)/愛してる(aishiteru): I love you, お願い(onegai) : please, 私を抱け(watashi wo dake) : hold me, はい(hai):= yes, 有難う(arigatou): thank you,
The Italian words for this chapter:
Signore : sir, Signora: lady, Scusa: sorry
Chapter 1: the birth
She was watching from her castle down to earth again, as her wings covered her nudity. She loved to look upon the earth, she loved humans, she envied their ability to love and she was finding them so damn beautiful in their mortality.
She had never thought of cutting her wings for one of them, though. She brushed her hand over her short blond hair and rolled her sparkling green eyes in that thought.
The thing was that she liked mortal world! Even though, she loved to fly freely against the wind and spreading her white wings into the blue sky; when she was going to explore the human life, culture, music and poetry, a strange happiness was filling her heart. She had been in the opera once and she almost cried her heart out, over excitement.
Angels had such freedom, to explore the human kind or even get involved with humans, but there was a catch. If they would get too close to human feelings and desires, they would lose their wings and will be banished in mortality in human form.
Pfft! She was bored of all those punishment stories. In her eternal life, she had heard of one or two fallen angels, and she wasn't even sure if the rumours were actually true. After all they were only human myths! After that thought she recalled another myth, or a so called prophesy about the birth of a human girl, with aqua hair, so graceful that an angel would sacrifice their wings for her love; also her birth would cost her own mother's life.
'What a sad prophesy.' the blond angel thought.
She decided to look down the earth again just to clear her mind. Why was she even thinking about all these stuff today of all days.
She was tracking down for some familiar faces, she focused for a bit and there they were! Oh yes! She had been watching this particular couple for the last three human years. It had been long since the last time she had set her angelic eyes upon them.
This time there was something different; her belly was so big and rounded. She had seen such things in human women before; oh! Right, now she remembered, that was the reproduction system of human beings.
'This is so beautiful.' she thought. She remembered she had seen them when they first met, and fell in love immediately. She remembered the day they made love for the first time and the love and passion they shared afterwards. And now this! She felt her heart skip a beat. She had been born from light, she had no mother or father and she had the form of, what someone would call, a five year old in human years, and her growth took less than two human years to finally take her final form that resembled a twenty years old woman. There was no sense of time in heaven, but she was able to say that she had lived in that form for thousands of human years. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and gazed upon them once again.
He was a nice and handsome man in his middle twenties, with long straight aqua hair tied in a ponytail, decorated with a big bow, and wide black eyes full of concern and love for the lady next to him. His face had the characteristics of a European man.
As for her, how could she even put in words her beauty, her Asian features combined so nicely with her silky black hair that ran down her waist in curls, which looked like the waves of the deep ocean. How could anyone describe those eyes, full of kindness and maturity, coloured like the most talented painter in the world had taken the blue of the evening sky and had put it gently into his most precious painting.
Her love for the man beside her was written all over her calm face. Her figure had the air of a true lady; that wasn't surprising though, since she was one of the most respected ladies in Japan, her name was well known, Kaioh Ayaki that would be. He met her in one of his trips to Japan; he was an English Lord and ambassador, by the name Viktor Barkys.
'Human names…' she thought, they sounded so beautiful in her ears. Her name was Wind. She was named after the element, her element, as all her fellow angels were named after all earth's elements. There was only one angel for each element. She was the Wind Angel.
"So what, I am just a lousy angel, with no human name," she felt an aggressive loneliness in her angelic heart.
"Human myths, say that when an angel bonds with a human soul then they will learn their human name." why was she even thinking that those myths could be true and she could have a human name? She shivered and looked again at the lovely couple.
She wanted to know what this woman carried in her womb. She focused and she could see; it was a girl with wavy little hair, like her mother's. She couldn't see the colour due to the redness of the womb though. Suddenly the infant opened its tiny eyes and gazed on her. That shocked her so she looked away immediately.
She decided to go for a flight to clear her mind. For heaven's sake how could she even think that the infant could see her, that was impossible, wasn't it?
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It had been a week since the last time she watched them. It was March the 5th, 1696. They were spending their evening in the theatre; they would go to rest after the play. Ayaki didn't feel very well. She was at her seventh month of pregnancy and the baby was giving her hard time the last 3 days. They travelled a lot; they loved to travel and learn about other countries and different cultures. They were in Damascus, when Ayaki found out she was pregnant for a month. They slowed down their travelling speed and they finally stopped at Cremona, in North Italy, two months ago. They decided to have their baby there. Cremona was a very beautiful city and a lot of their favourite events took place there; Italian Opera nights, Orchestra concerts, theatre and, of course, restaurants with delicious Italian cuisine. They had even rent a small apartment to be more comfortable.
They went back to their apartment after the play; Ayaki went straight to bed, she really didn't feel well. Few minutes later, Viktor joined her. He hugged her from behind and kissed her neck; his fingers ran down her delicate body and ended upon her belly; he caressed her with love.
"I love you." he whispered in her ear.
"Aishitemasu, Viktor," she said and covered his hand with her own. They fell asleep like that; in the warmth of their epic love.
The blond angel hadn't noticed the huge smile on her face, nor the speed of her heartbeat. She liked their languages' games so much; they both could speak the other's language; but they loved to express their feelings in their mother tongue. She closed her sparkling green eyes and lost herself in thoughts of them playing their games.
A scream of a well known female voice, woke her up from her daydreaming. She looked down the earth, with those green eyes of hers, wide open. It was Ayaki; she was screaming in pain, Viktor had woken up and he was trying to calm her down.
"My baby, my baby is coming," she managed to say between tears and pain.
"What? So soon, you are only in seventh month!" he exclaimed in fear and surprise.
"The midwife, call for a midwife...onegai," she said. He responded immediately. He went down to the owner's apartment and asked him where he could find a midwife.
"I got the best midwife of the town as my wife, signore!" The old man said and called his wife.
Back to their room, the midwife asked for some things and also sent the men out. Viktor before leaving he picked up his pocket watch without looking at it and went to kiss his lover. She opened her eyes and she said to him.
"Please, take care of our baby, and never blame it, if anything happens to me…Aishiteru yo Viktor…" she fainted as the delirium of her high fever controlled her senses. Viktor couldn't reply; he was shocked with his lover's words.
"Scusa, Signore, you have to go now."
He went out of the room; he looked at his Al-Din pocket watch, which he bought during their trip in Damascus, after they found out that Ayaki was carrying their baby; the time was two in the morning of March the 6th. His lover's words jump into his mind; what did she mean by that? He knew that it was very dangerous to have a baby at the seventh month of pregnancy, but she, and the baby, could survive this, right? No, no, he rejected all those thoughts and walked up and down the hall nervously. He looked at his watch again. This watch could count minutes, it was an extraordinary invention of that period. They haven't been more than five minutes since the last time he checked.
The angel from her castle had straightened up her wings in shock, how could that woman know that she would die? It was really sad. She watched as the midwife's assistants, and daughters, made the anaesthetic herbal drink and gave it to the pregnant woman, who slept immediately. They also burnt a sharp big knife on the candle's fire.
"What do they need the knife for?" she asked herself, but the answer came too sudden when she saw the midwife cut open the rounded belly carefully. One of the girls was looking after the woman's breath and heartbeat. The midwife took the tiny infant carefully in her hands.
The little baby-girl started crying and as the midwife wiped the blood from the baby's head, the blonde's angelic eyes could see the aqua curly little hair on top of the infant's head. The midwife gave the baby to one of the girls. She was the oldest daughter so she was in charge to cut the umbilical cord; she placed the strings on the cord and cut it, as the midwife sew the stitches on the woman's belly to close it. After a while she sent the youngest girl to call for the father. Ayaki had a high fever and she was still asleep from the anaesthetic.
The blond angel felt so warm and her happiness appeared in her wide grin. The joy she felt was new to her; she looked upon the infant and she tried to remember if she had ever felt that way before. No she hadn't felt that way when she travelled in the most beautiful places on earth, nor when she tasted the cultures of the world, oh how much she loved opera, but no, not even close to what she felt at this moment. Not even when she was flying freely into the blue sky, she had felt such happiness. She hadn't realized that she was glowing. She was glowing gold like the stars in summer's night sky, and she had spread her beautiful white wings in their full length.
Viktor went into the room and he looked at his pocket watch, it was almost three in the morning. The girl, who was taking care of the baby, gave the infant to him; he carefully took the baby in his strong arms as his heart skipped a beat, when he saw the sleeping little girl, who had his hair colour and it was as breathtaking adorable and beautiful as its mother. He felt the tears of happiness running down warm on his cheeks.
The blonde looked down at him and she knew exactly what he was feeling; she knew because she was feeling the same; the same joy, the same happiness; she twitched her spread wings and caused few feathers to fall. She couldn't stop staring at the baby girl.
Viktor took another look of his daughter placed her in the cradle and then he turned to his lover. The angel's eyes followed the man.
Viktor thanked the midwife and the girls.
"She has high fever, Signore, it was a difficult birth, it was good that she was in her month." said the midwife in heavy accent.
"But she wasn't in her month, she was just seven months." replied Viktor in disbelief. "What? How could that be?" the shocked midwife took a look at the baby and continued.
"But the baby looks nothing like a premature; she might look tiny but still not as tiny as a premature." Viktor looked at the woman and tried to figure out what she was talking about.
"What is that suppose to mean?" he exclaimed but his voice was noting but a whisper. "Signore, the baby seems to be completely healthy and you don't have to worry about it…" she sought deeply and continued,
"But Signora…"
"What about Ayaki?" he demanded.
"Scusa Signore, but for Signora, such birth in seventh month could be fatal." Viktor's opened his mouth in shock, but he couldn't outer a single word.
The blond angel shivered at that and then she saw Ayaki moving on her bed.
"Signora is awaken, my job here is done, Signore, I'll leave you alone with her." the midwife said, as she stepped out and closed the room's door behind her.
Viktor turned and faced his lover; he kneeled at the side of the bed, took her hand in his own and kissed it gently.
"Ayaki, how are you feeling my love?" he asked her with all his love in his sweetest voice.
"How is the baby, Viktor? I want… I want to see it," her voice weak but full of concern.
"Don't worry my love, she is healthy, our baby girl is absolutely healthy," he smiled when he saw the happiness in her eyes.
"Wait, my love I'll bring her to you." He stood up and picked the sleeping girl from the cradle and went back to the bed. Ayaki looked at her baby and she didn't have to tell Viktor that she wanted to hold her. Viktor understood by looking in her eyes; he placed the baby on Ayaki's chest and stayed there staring at them.
"How beautiful," the angel thought and smiled again.
"My baby girl, forgive me, I have to leave you before I even get to know you," said Ayaki as her eyes were filled with tears. Viktor kneeled again and embraced his lover and their baby like he didn't want to let them go ever.
"Ayaki," he said between sobs.
"Viktor, love her for me too, onegai," she was crying
"Never blame her; it isn't her fault that I have to leave you."
"Ayaki, no, Ayaki, please no," he cried.
"Love her for my part too, Viktor," she breathed heavily and continued,
"I'm feeling cold Viktor, watashi wo dake…"
"Ayaki, Ayaki!" He said when he saw her eyes closing.
"Aishiteiru, Ayaki," he said louder and woke up the baby girl who just grabbed one of her mother's curls with her tiny fist.
"I love you Viktor, and I love our…" a pause in her voice,
"Our…our, Michiru," a smile took place on her pale face.
"Do you want to name her 'Michiru'?" Viktor asked sweetly.
"Hai," came her weak answer.
"I promise you, my love, I'll take care of our baby, our Michiru," he assured her as he touched her cold pale cheek.
"A-ri-ga-t…" her voice disappeared as she breathed her last breath. Viktor stayed there and cried silently for hours to come.
The blond angel felt her tears run down her cheeks. She brought her knees to her chest and embraced her body with both hands and wings. She stayed there gazing at the dead woman and her lover. It was so sad, her body trembled from crying. She looked up; it had started raining, like the sky was feeling the angle's tears.
The blonde looked again at the room. Viktor had placed the, now awaken, baby girl in the cradle. He went back to his dead lover, placed a last kiss on her cold lips and covered her with the sheet completely.
She looked at the baby one more time. A smile appeared in her face again. She could see the baby's eyes; deep blue, like the evening sky. That girl warmed her angelic heart; so tiny, so graceful, with that little aqua hair on the top of her head. 'But, how sad that her mother died…' that sounded familiar.
"Wait a minute…" she whispered as her eyes became wider and her mouth ajar.
"It Can't Be!" she exclaimed.
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