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-1He looks like an Angel. Rikku had this thought more then once about the blonde student across the room from her. An Angel that God made on one of his particularly artistic days. He's gorgeous. Blonde hair spiked in the style that boys had adopted in this age. Green eyes, or the green eye that wasn't covered by a patch of leather, clear and direct. Tall and broad shouldered, with narrow hips that tapered into muscled thighs. At least she thought they were muscled, she'd never actually seen them. He just transferred into this school, and all the female hearts were a flutter with the newest transfer. It certainly didn't help that he had an exotic name and drove a motorcycle. Gippal, she thought wryly. Well, I can't complain. Rikku isn't exactly a normal name. Still, Rikku couldn't help wondering just what exactly his story was. Guys who looked like him didn't pop up in town every day. She caught herself looking at him, and he met her eyes. Flashing a grin that showed perfectly straight teeth that no normal human possessed, he turned his attention back to the cheerleader who was jabbering on about something Rikku couldn't hear. Yes, she thought, with another glance at him, definitely an Angel, but one who's fallen from Grace. No one was that pretty without selling their soul to the devil.
While Gippal might have appreciated the compliments, he would have choked on his Gatorade if he new just how close Rikku was to her estimation. No, he hadn't fallen from Grace, he was still very much in God's grace. In fact Gippal and the big man were on a first name basis. Gippal worked for him, in the very literalist sense of the word. He was an Angel, an Arc Angel. Sent from heaven to beat down the devil's puppets that walked the Earth. While He was generally a benevolent creature, God had decided that he needed something to combat the creatures that reeked havoc on the world. And so, he created his five first Arc Angels. It was one of these first few that had found Gippal after his family had been slaughtered. Bleeding, and broken, with blood of both his kin, and the creatures that had destroyed them, on his hands, he had joined the ranks of the Angels to defeat them, and ultimately Lucifer himself. It wasn't a bad gig, he never got sick, healed fast from an injury, and he got to see the world. He just had to kill demons every night to do it. Not a bad trade off at all, he thought with a grin. His attention went back to the bubbly brunette and the party she was talking about.
"Oh yea, and Jake, you know the captain of the football team? Well he's like totally going to be there. I bet if you like, talked to him, he'd totally let you on the team! I'm sure you've got great…uh…stamina!" Stamina, right. Well it just so happens that our little capitaine happens to be working for the Devil. And he has a date with my knife.
"Sure, I'll be there Stacy," he grinned at her, and added a wink for good measure. If he was here he might as well have some fun.
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