Said I wasn't gonna post it here in ff.net anymore but Garnet-chan sort of
requested this so here it is. ^__^ All subsequent fics will be posted in
the ml. ^__^ http://groups.yahoo.com/groups/swythchanfics.
Author: Swythangel
Email: swythangel@hotmail.com
Title: Heaven in Your Arms
Type: WAFF
Teaser: Happiness is relative just as heaven is. An angel finds out that heaven is more than just a place upstairs as he falls to Earth.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers:
Warnings: Shonen Ai, Yaoi, definitely absolutely AU
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is not mine.they're Koyasu Takehito's, Project Weiß, Kyoko Tsuchiya and whoever else ^-^
Keywords/Pairings: You'll find out at the end of this part! ^__^
And is it Gott? Hell, I know it isn't. You know it isn't. I plead insanity. It doesn't want to come out.
This fic is just another WAFF thing (oh yeah, with such a mushy title what else could it be? ^^;), a stress reliever if you will ^_^ Its terribly OOC but I just wanted to squeeze these two into this relationship that I didn't think of character. Ehehehe I hope you guys like it.
My Christmas present to everyone then back to Gott, really!
It's patterned after Jill Barnett's "Daniel and the Angel" in the anthology romance novel "A Holiday of Love". Yes I read romance novels ^^ at least occasionally. Don't take it against me. *lol*
Heaven in Your Arms
Part 1
The sun was shining down on the Earth, birds were singing, it was the perfect day for a miracle.
Or at least that's what the novice angel thought as he looked around to see if anyone was in sight. Everything looked fine. All around the puffy white clouds no other angel was in sight, only the Pearly Gates, St. Peter's most prized possession, stood, shining in all its pearlescent glory.
He looked right and left and just to make sure, he took a quick peek above him. Nope, no sign of an Omnipotent presence or even an angelic feather!
He exhaled a sigh of relief and jutted out his chin. "Everyone can do it. I don't see why I can't." He kept muttering to himself as he shoved the flowing sleeves of his robe up to his shoulder and bent his arms in supplication, a look of intense concentration on his face.
What Ken, novice angel Ken, was trying to do was to create something he had been expressly forbidden to do.he was trying to create a miracle.
C-rack!
The blast that resulted was enough to rock the heavenly firmament. Small stray clouds that were unfortunate enough to be near Ken were obliterated entirely while others skittered through the sky as a wind of hurricane proportions blew past.
Ken was flat on his back, both arms and legs extended out like he was trying to make a snow angel on the cloud floor, a dazed look on his face as the dark smoke was blown away from his features.
He blinked once, twice then blew at the lock of hair that had dislodged itself to hang over his eyes. He moved his limbs very very tentatively.
Fingers and toes wiggled, neck moved from side to side, heartbeat was normal. Ken sighed. Nothing was broken.
He sat up to try and assess the damage to his surroundings. And was promptly distracted by his halo as it slipped down into his eyes. He shoved it back into place with an irritated growl and proceeded to stand up, smoothing down his robe to cover bare legs and shimmying a bit to straighten out crumpled feathers.
A couple of dappled gray feathers fell out and Ken frowned. "I'm molting again. Darn. Why am I the only angel that molts?" He said, looking up in the sky with a defeated expression on his face.
His monologue was interrupted by a muffled grunt emanating from his left side. There was only one person it could be.
"Omi? Omi, is that you?"
Another grunt sounded.
"Where are you?"
Bare feet popped out from a nearby cloud, colored black by the explosion.
"Oh there you are." Ken trudged the struggling legs. Soon a golden head of hair and big blue eyes surfaced from the cloud to stare at him in a dazed manner, coughing out bits of fluff.
"What happened?"
"Nothing." Ken told Omi, brown eyes refusing to look at him as he stared guiltily somewhere near Omi's right ear.
Omi looked at him skeptically as he turned around and promptly froze in horror. "Dear Lord! Something did happen, Ken-kun!" Omi said in appalled disbelief as he tugged at Ken's sleeves. "Look what you did now."
Ken turned around to look and almost died.again.
"You've broken the Pearly Gates!"
Ken covered his face with both hands as he groaned. /No, no, no. I couldn't have, could I?/ He slowly opened his hands again and peeked through the space between his fingers.
/I could./ His stomach dropped clear through to the Earth. He walked towards his latest catastrophe with Omi clucking negative syllables all the way.
When he was near enough to asses the damage, he stopped, unable to move as he gazed in horrified silence at the Pearly Gates.or what was left of it.
The entrance to the most hallowed place on Earth was, there was no other way to say it, it was in utter shambles.
The gates hung at a crazy angle from its 24-karat hinges. The hinges had been broken in half. It squeaked as it swayed in slow drunken movements almost in time with the crescendos of the hymns being sung by other angels in the distance. What had been meant to seem like angel wings now looked like nothing in Ken's imagination.and the lock.the lock that held the gates together at its center was.
"The lock? Where's the lock?" Omi said, almost in time with Ken's thoughts.
Ken was about to answer when he felt something powdery beneath his feet. Diamond dust winked at him from the pristine white cloud floor, looking like a mound of fine white sand amidst pieces of luminescent pearl. Ken bit his lip in agitation as he pointed at the mound. "I think its there." His stomach dropping further into the pits of hell as feelings sank. "Somewhere."
Omi knelt down and scooped the dust in his hands, the powdery substance forming a small pyramid in his hands.
"That's all that's left?" Ken squeaked out. "It looks like Lot's wife after Sodom and Gomorrah."
"Ken-kun.St. Peter is going to blow like Mount Vesuvius once he finds out. And can you imagine *His* reaction? Your punishment might be even worse than the last time when you had to polish every silver lining in all the clouds."
Conflicting emotions ran through Ken's expressive brown eyes before resolve set in. "He can't punish me if he doesn't know who did it." He spun around, gathering his robe in his hands as he took off. "Come on, Omi. Follow me!"
"M.matte, Ken-kun!"
"Hurry, Omi!" Ken called out to the shorter blond who was still staring with horror at the diamond dust in his hands. "Or He'll think *you* did it."
All the color drained out of Omi's features and he followed after Ken. Omi knew the Lord would never assume he did it. He would know exactly who did. He was omniscient after all but it didn't reassure him so he followed after his best friend.
They glided from one cloudbank to another until Ken finally found what he was looking for.a chubby cumulus cloud. The perfect hiding spot for him and Omi. He motioned Omi inside as he went in, squeezing into the insides of the cloud amidst the icicles and the silver lining.
Omi eased in after him, tucking his knees under his chin as he looked at Ken with uncertain eyes. "Do you think St. Peter'll find us here?"
"Nope. This is the perfect hideout. I found it when I was polishing the silver linings. No one knows this one has a lining at all."
"Sure?" Omi asked again.
"Yes, I'm sure. I hid here the last time and no one found me. Trust me!" Ken told Omi with a confident look on his face.
"Oh," Omi said. "That was the time you were trying to fly and you ran headfirst into Jacob's ladder wasn't it?"
The confidence fell from Ken's features as he hung his head in embarrassment. "If only all the archangels weren't on it all at the same time." He sighed.
"Persia still has that tweak in his halo. And sometimes, usually when he's singing a particularly difficult hymn, it falls into his face." Omi said, laughter dancing in his eyes.
"I know! I haven't been able to look at him in the eye after that." Ken shook his head mournfully. Then after a moment of quiet silence he looked at Omi steadily. "But that isn't the time I was talking about."
Omi stared at Ken with suspicion. "Don't tell me you did something yet again? Please tell me you didn't."
"Promise not to tell?"
Omi hesitated and then sighed as he nodded.
"Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"I'm already dead, Ken-kun." Omi gently reminded him.
"So am I," Ken replied, "but if they ever find out about those ancient scrolls."
"Scrolls? The sacred scrolls? You lost the ancient scrolls?" A horrified look entered Omi's face making Omi's face look almost scary. Not that it scared Ken, he'd seen it enough times to even twitch a feather. That horrified look always came into play whenever Ken told Omi about his latest mishaps.
"I didn't really lose them." Ken hedged. "At least not exactly."
Omi looked at him suspiciously. "What exactly do you mean by 'not exactly'?"
"I dropped them." Ken blushed.
"Where?"
"Deep into the Dead Sea." Ken said, causing Omi's mouth to drop open. "But someone is bound to find them.someday." He rushed in.
"Its just that they were in the way so I just wanted to move them. Then I tripped.I wanted to do something good, honest. I really didn't mean to." A plaintive note was in his voice.
Omi shook his head. He couldn't say anything. He knew his friend had the very best intentions at heart. It wasn't his fault that everything seemed to turn out so.bad.
Something tickled Omi's nose and he sneezed.
"You cold?" Ken asked in concern.
"No," Omi said, clutching at the cause of his sneeze and holding it up for Ken to see. "It was one of these." A dapple-gray feather was in his palm. One of Ken's wing feathers.
Ken's face fell.
Omi stroked Ken's wing feathers, trying to reassure the crestfallen angel. "Cheer up, Ken-kun. It isn't your fault that you're the only angel with a molting season. I think that's what's keeping you from flying. That doesn't make you a bad angel."
Ken sighed in exasperation. "But that doesn't excuse the fact that I'm awful in everything else! I can't sing one single heavenly note, or play an instrument. And you know what happens when I try to perform a miracle."
They lapsed into silence. After all, everything Ken had said was true. Omi couldn't tell lies just to comfort his friend.
From a distance, the lovely musical sound of harp music floated into the cloud. It grew louder and louder, which meant that a cadre of angels was heading their way.
They both ducked and tried not to breathe.
"Glo----ooo--oooo----oooooohhhooooo---ooo--ria! In ex-cel-sis-dey-oh!" came the sound of pure golden voices raised in praise.
"Don't say a word." Omi whispered. "Its one of the archangel choruses."
A loud plink resounded from outside followed by a thunk. The voices stopped singing just right below Ken's and Omi's clouds. They were so terrified they barely even moved.
A beautiful and leggy archangel with flaming red hair by the name of Manx flinched and looked over her shoulder. "Is that your harp strings breaking, Birman?"
Another angel, this one dark haired but no less pretty, frowned down on her harp. "Two of them just broke."
As everyone looked at the harp, 3 more strings snapped in succession. Thwack! Clunk! Ping!
Manx blinked and then looked around. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Ken was around here somewhere."
Ken's heart almost threatened to burst out of his chest in fright.
A second later there was a thundering crack of lightning, followed by another and yet another, lighting up the surroundings with electric blue flashes that lifted the hair from everyone's neck.
Everyone froze.
"My gates!" It was Saint Peter and he was livid, bellowing all over Heaven. "My GATES!"
Ken assumed that the saintly old man had found what remained of the Pearly Gates. Ken blanched as silence reigned for what seemed like eternity. Then.
"Ken!"
Ken's heart dropped.
"KEEEEN! Front and Center!"
"Dear Lord." Omi whispered.
"Don't say it so loudly. Or he'll hear us." Ken countered back in a furious rush. "He'll never find us here."
Even before he finished, light flashed throughout heaven, brighter than a star going nova. It dissipated the cloud and Ken and Omi fell to the ground. When both of them looked up, it was to the censorious eyes of St. Peter.
Faced with the indomitable presence of the Guardian of the Gates, Ken fell to his nervous habit -- chewing on his lip. He raised his left arm and waved at St. Peter weakly. "Er, Hello there, Sir!"
The Saint who was almost always amiable was unusually silent.
"You know," Ken said in haste, "I was just thinking about you and telling Omi here that you would never find us. Ne, Omi?" He poked a numb Omi with an elbow. Omi nodded woodenly.
"How did you find us, Sir?"
Saint Peter held up his hands and dapple-gray feathers fluttered down to the ground. Inwardly, Ken winced as St. Peter turned all-knowing eyes on his. "Ken, someone has destroyed the gates to Heaven."
A shocked expression made its way to Ken's face. "You mean while Omi and I were hiding in that cloud, the Pearly Gates, your precious Pearly Gates, were actually broken? How could that have happened? A stray comet maybe? Celestial avatars?"
It didn't seem like St. Peter believed Ken's innocence act when an eyebrow rose up into his hairline and he plucked something from Ken's disheveled hair. He held it out in front of Ken's face.
It was a piece of pearl.
Ken looked up with velvet eyes full of remorse but St. Peter was adamant. He crossed his arms. "You know that you have been expressly forbidden to make any more miracles." A knowing look entered his gentle eyes. "I assume that was what you were trying to do?"
Ken nodded.
St. Peter started to pace in front of Ken, adapting a manner he normally adapted when he was lecturing. "Angels are suppose to guard, protect and guide the human race. He stopped, just in front of his. "Not wipe it out of existence."
Ken looked at his toes in misery, unable to meet St. Peter's eyes as he whispered, "I didn't try to .not after that fire in Rome.and Mount Vesuvius exploding." He looked up, eyes pleading. "I would never do that again. I just wanted to help."
St. Peter stared at him for the longest while, making Ken more miserable with each passing minute. He almost couldn't bear it. Ken needed St. Peter to believe him. He had to believe that Ken meant no harm to come to anyone, he only wanted to help.
After an infinity of waiting, St. Peter finally took a deep breath and spoke.
"I'm sorry, Ken, but this time, I'm afraid I can do nothing for you."
Ken's eyes shot open. "Nothing?"
"Nothing." There was a note of finality in St. Peter's voice.
"No!" Omi protested. "Surely."
"Nothing." St. Peter reiterated.
All the archangels in the vicinity started muttering and whispering, making a noise that sounded like a swarm of bees buzzing away. In their midst, Ken stood in stunned silence, unable to move or speak as the meaning of St. Peter's words sank in.
"Please, St. Peter," Omi was tugging on the angel's sleeve, " He didn't mean to do it. Surely you can forgive him, just this once."
St. Peter shook his head as he gently disentangled his robe from Omi's clutching fingers. "I am really sorry, Omi, but there is nothing I can do."
Heaven's bright lights dimmed and with it, Ken's naïve sense of invincibility. He knew he had reached the end of the line this time. A cold empty feeling began to permeate him as hope dwindled away. There was no hope for him anymore.
Stinging tears found its way to Ken's eyes then, shaming but unstoppable. He barely heard St. Peter's next words as a dull buzzing sounded in his ears. But the meaning was clear.
/No./
"From this day forward, Ken is no longer welcome in heaven."
/No./
Clank!
Everything around Ken dimmed. Then his halo disappeared.
/No./
A shrill whistle sounded and his wings vanished.
Ken felt like running away but St. Peter's firm look held him in place.
"You will return to Earth."
In the background he could hear Omi still protesting but he couldn't turn around to reassure his friend as St' Peter's hand descended on his head. "To a time and place where angels fall."
"No, please."
They were the last words Ken uttered before everything turned black and he lost consciousness.
TBC ^___~ Comment onegai? Like it? Trash it?
I know the story isn't that original but I just thought it would be nice. Jill Barnett never had Schuschu, Farfie and Nagi to complicate the plotline. And I was thinking of putting in Yotan, and Ran as angels.extras and all hehehe Should I just stop right now?
Oh and did you guys know it was Crawford? *lol* Or did you think it was going to be Ran? ^__^v
Author: Swythangel
Email: swythangel@hotmail.com
Title: Heaven in Your Arms
Type: WAFF
Teaser: Happiness is relative just as heaven is. An angel finds out that heaven is more than just a place upstairs as he falls to Earth.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers:
Warnings: Shonen Ai, Yaoi, definitely absolutely AU
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is not mine.they're Koyasu Takehito's, Project Weiß, Kyoko Tsuchiya and whoever else ^-^
Keywords/Pairings: You'll find out at the end of this part! ^__^
And is it Gott? Hell, I know it isn't. You know it isn't. I plead insanity. It doesn't want to come out.
This fic is just another WAFF thing (oh yeah, with such a mushy title what else could it be? ^^;), a stress reliever if you will ^_^ Its terribly OOC but I just wanted to squeeze these two into this relationship that I didn't think of character. Ehehehe I hope you guys like it.
My Christmas present to everyone then back to Gott, really!
It's patterned after Jill Barnett's "Daniel and the Angel" in the anthology romance novel "A Holiday of Love". Yes I read romance novels ^^ at least occasionally. Don't take it against me. *lol*
Heaven in Your Arms
Part 1
The sun was shining down on the Earth, birds were singing, it was the perfect day for a miracle.
Or at least that's what the novice angel thought as he looked around to see if anyone was in sight. Everything looked fine. All around the puffy white clouds no other angel was in sight, only the Pearly Gates, St. Peter's most prized possession, stood, shining in all its pearlescent glory.
He looked right and left and just to make sure, he took a quick peek above him. Nope, no sign of an Omnipotent presence or even an angelic feather!
He exhaled a sigh of relief and jutted out his chin. "Everyone can do it. I don't see why I can't." He kept muttering to himself as he shoved the flowing sleeves of his robe up to his shoulder and bent his arms in supplication, a look of intense concentration on his face.
What Ken, novice angel Ken, was trying to do was to create something he had been expressly forbidden to do.he was trying to create a miracle.
C-rack!
The blast that resulted was enough to rock the heavenly firmament. Small stray clouds that were unfortunate enough to be near Ken were obliterated entirely while others skittered through the sky as a wind of hurricane proportions blew past.
Ken was flat on his back, both arms and legs extended out like he was trying to make a snow angel on the cloud floor, a dazed look on his face as the dark smoke was blown away from his features.
He blinked once, twice then blew at the lock of hair that had dislodged itself to hang over his eyes. He moved his limbs very very tentatively.
Fingers and toes wiggled, neck moved from side to side, heartbeat was normal. Ken sighed. Nothing was broken.
He sat up to try and assess the damage to his surroundings. And was promptly distracted by his halo as it slipped down into his eyes. He shoved it back into place with an irritated growl and proceeded to stand up, smoothing down his robe to cover bare legs and shimmying a bit to straighten out crumpled feathers.
A couple of dappled gray feathers fell out and Ken frowned. "I'm molting again. Darn. Why am I the only angel that molts?" He said, looking up in the sky with a defeated expression on his face.
His monologue was interrupted by a muffled grunt emanating from his left side. There was only one person it could be.
"Omi? Omi, is that you?"
Another grunt sounded.
"Where are you?"
Bare feet popped out from a nearby cloud, colored black by the explosion.
"Oh there you are." Ken trudged the struggling legs. Soon a golden head of hair and big blue eyes surfaced from the cloud to stare at him in a dazed manner, coughing out bits of fluff.
"What happened?"
"Nothing." Ken told Omi, brown eyes refusing to look at him as he stared guiltily somewhere near Omi's right ear.
Omi looked at him skeptically as he turned around and promptly froze in horror. "Dear Lord! Something did happen, Ken-kun!" Omi said in appalled disbelief as he tugged at Ken's sleeves. "Look what you did now."
Ken turned around to look and almost died.again.
"You've broken the Pearly Gates!"
Ken covered his face with both hands as he groaned. /No, no, no. I couldn't have, could I?/ He slowly opened his hands again and peeked through the space between his fingers.
/I could./ His stomach dropped clear through to the Earth. He walked towards his latest catastrophe with Omi clucking negative syllables all the way.
When he was near enough to asses the damage, he stopped, unable to move as he gazed in horrified silence at the Pearly Gates.or what was left of it.
The entrance to the most hallowed place on Earth was, there was no other way to say it, it was in utter shambles.
The gates hung at a crazy angle from its 24-karat hinges. The hinges had been broken in half. It squeaked as it swayed in slow drunken movements almost in time with the crescendos of the hymns being sung by other angels in the distance. What had been meant to seem like angel wings now looked like nothing in Ken's imagination.and the lock.the lock that held the gates together at its center was.
"The lock? Where's the lock?" Omi said, almost in time with Ken's thoughts.
Ken was about to answer when he felt something powdery beneath his feet. Diamond dust winked at him from the pristine white cloud floor, looking like a mound of fine white sand amidst pieces of luminescent pearl. Ken bit his lip in agitation as he pointed at the mound. "I think its there." His stomach dropping further into the pits of hell as feelings sank. "Somewhere."
Omi knelt down and scooped the dust in his hands, the powdery substance forming a small pyramid in his hands.
"That's all that's left?" Ken squeaked out. "It looks like Lot's wife after Sodom and Gomorrah."
"Ken-kun.St. Peter is going to blow like Mount Vesuvius once he finds out. And can you imagine *His* reaction? Your punishment might be even worse than the last time when you had to polish every silver lining in all the clouds."
Conflicting emotions ran through Ken's expressive brown eyes before resolve set in. "He can't punish me if he doesn't know who did it." He spun around, gathering his robe in his hands as he took off. "Come on, Omi. Follow me!"
"M.matte, Ken-kun!"
"Hurry, Omi!" Ken called out to the shorter blond who was still staring with horror at the diamond dust in his hands. "Or He'll think *you* did it."
All the color drained out of Omi's features and he followed after Ken. Omi knew the Lord would never assume he did it. He would know exactly who did. He was omniscient after all but it didn't reassure him so he followed after his best friend.
They glided from one cloudbank to another until Ken finally found what he was looking for.a chubby cumulus cloud. The perfect hiding spot for him and Omi. He motioned Omi inside as he went in, squeezing into the insides of the cloud amidst the icicles and the silver lining.
Omi eased in after him, tucking his knees under his chin as he looked at Ken with uncertain eyes. "Do you think St. Peter'll find us here?"
"Nope. This is the perfect hideout. I found it when I was polishing the silver linings. No one knows this one has a lining at all."
"Sure?" Omi asked again.
"Yes, I'm sure. I hid here the last time and no one found me. Trust me!" Ken told Omi with a confident look on his face.
"Oh," Omi said. "That was the time you were trying to fly and you ran headfirst into Jacob's ladder wasn't it?"
The confidence fell from Ken's features as he hung his head in embarrassment. "If only all the archangels weren't on it all at the same time." He sighed.
"Persia still has that tweak in his halo. And sometimes, usually when he's singing a particularly difficult hymn, it falls into his face." Omi said, laughter dancing in his eyes.
"I know! I haven't been able to look at him in the eye after that." Ken shook his head mournfully. Then after a moment of quiet silence he looked at Omi steadily. "But that isn't the time I was talking about."
Omi stared at Ken with suspicion. "Don't tell me you did something yet again? Please tell me you didn't."
"Promise not to tell?"
Omi hesitated and then sighed as he nodded.
"Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"I'm already dead, Ken-kun." Omi gently reminded him.
"So am I," Ken replied, "but if they ever find out about those ancient scrolls."
"Scrolls? The sacred scrolls? You lost the ancient scrolls?" A horrified look entered Omi's face making Omi's face look almost scary. Not that it scared Ken, he'd seen it enough times to even twitch a feather. That horrified look always came into play whenever Ken told Omi about his latest mishaps.
"I didn't really lose them." Ken hedged. "At least not exactly."
Omi looked at him suspiciously. "What exactly do you mean by 'not exactly'?"
"I dropped them." Ken blushed.
"Where?"
"Deep into the Dead Sea." Ken said, causing Omi's mouth to drop open. "But someone is bound to find them.someday." He rushed in.
"Its just that they were in the way so I just wanted to move them. Then I tripped.I wanted to do something good, honest. I really didn't mean to." A plaintive note was in his voice.
Omi shook his head. He couldn't say anything. He knew his friend had the very best intentions at heart. It wasn't his fault that everything seemed to turn out so.bad.
Something tickled Omi's nose and he sneezed.
"You cold?" Ken asked in concern.
"No," Omi said, clutching at the cause of his sneeze and holding it up for Ken to see. "It was one of these." A dapple-gray feather was in his palm. One of Ken's wing feathers.
Ken's face fell.
Omi stroked Ken's wing feathers, trying to reassure the crestfallen angel. "Cheer up, Ken-kun. It isn't your fault that you're the only angel with a molting season. I think that's what's keeping you from flying. That doesn't make you a bad angel."
Ken sighed in exasperation. "But that doesn't excuse the fact that I'm awful in everything else! I can't sing one single heavenly note, or play an instrument. And you know what happens when I try to perform a miracle."
They lapsed into silence. After all, everything Ken had said was true. Omi couldn't tell lies just to comfort his friend.
From a distance, the lovely musical sound of harp music floated into the cloud. It grew louder and louder, which meant that a cadre of angels was heading their way.
They both ducked and tried not to breathe.
"Glo----ooo--oooo----oooooohhhooooo---ooo--ria! In ex-cel-sis-dey-oh!" came the sound of pure golden voices raised in praise.
"Don't say a word." Omi whispered. "Its one of the archangel choruses."
A loud plink resounded from outside followed by a thunk. The voices stopped singing just right below Ken's and Omi's clouds. They were so terrified they barely even moved.
A beautiful and leggy archangel with flaming red hair by the name of Manx flinched and looked over her shoulder. "Is that your harp strings breaking, Birman?"
Another angel, this one dark haired but no less pretty, frowned down on her harp. "Two of them just broke."
As everyone looked at the harp, 3 more strings snapped in succession. Thwack! Clunk! Ping!
Manx blinked and then looked around. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Ken was around here somewhere."
Ken's heart almost threatened to burst out of his chest in fright.
A second later there was a thundering crack of lightning, followed by another and yet another, lighting up the surroundings with electric blue flashes that lifted the hair from everyone's neck.
Everyone froze.
"My gates!" It was Saint Peter and he was livid, bellowing all over Heaven. "My GATES!"
Ken assumed that the saintly old man had found what remained of the Pearly Gates. Ken blanched as silence reigned for what seemed like eternity. Then.
"Ken!"
Ken's heart dropped.
"KEEEEN! Front and Center!"
"Dear Lord." Omi whispered.
"Don't say it so loudly. Or he'll hear us." Ken countered back in a furious rush. "He'll never find us here."
Even before he finished, light flashed throughout heaven, brighter than a star going nova. It dissipated the cloud and Ken and Omi fell to the ground. When both of them looked up, it was to the censorious eyes of St. Peter.
Faced with the indomitable presence of the Guardian of the Gates, Ken fell to his nervous habit -- chewing on his lip. He raised his left arm and waved at St. Peter weakly. "Er, Hello there, Sir!"
The Saint who was almost always amiable was unusually silent.
"You know," Ken said in haste, "I was just thinking about you and telling Omi here that you would never find us. Ne, Omi?" He poked a numb Omi with an elbow. Omi nodded woodenly.
"How did you find us, Sir?"
Saint Peter held up his hands and dapple-gray feathers fluttered down to the ground. Inwardly, Ken winced as St. Peter turned all-knowing eyes on his. "Ken, someone has destroyed the gates to Heaven."
A shocked expression made its way to Ken's face. "You mean while Omi and I were hiding in that cloud, the Pearly Gates, your precious Pearly Gates, were actually broken? How could that have happened? A stray comet maybe? Celestial avatars?"
It didn't seem like St. Peter believed Ken's innocence act when an eyebrow rose up into his hairline and he plucked something from Ken's disheveled hair. He held it out in front of Ken's face.
It was a piece of pearl.
Ken looked up with velvet eyes full of remorse but St. Peter was adamant. He crossed his arms. "You know that you have been expressly forbidden to make any more miracles." A knowing look entered his gentle eyes. "I assume that was what you were trying to do?"
Ken nodded.
St. Peter started to pace in front of Ken, adapting a manner he normally adapted when he was lecturing. "Angels are suppose to guard, protect and guide the human race. He stopped, just in front of his. "Not wipe it out of existence."
Ken looked at his toes in misery, unable to meet St. Peter's eyes as he whispered, "I didn't try to .not after that fire in Rome.and Mount Vesuvius exploding." He looked up, eyes pleading. "I would never do that again. I just wanted to help."
St. Peter stared at him for the longest while, making Ken more miserable with each passing minute. He almost couldn't bear it. Ken needed St. Peter to believe him. He had to believe that Ken meant no harm to come to anyone, he only wanted to help.
After an infinity of waiting, St. Peter finally took a deep breath and spoke.
"I'm sorry, Ken, but this time, I'm afraid I can do nothing for you."
Ken's eyes shot open. "Nothing?"
"Nothing." There was a note of finality in St. Peter's voice.
"No!" Omi protested. "Surely."
"Nothing." St. Peter reiterated.
All the archangels in the vicinity started muttering and whispering, making a noise that sounded like a swarm of bees buzzing away. In their midst, Ken stood in stunned silence, unable to move or speak as the meaning of St. Peter's words sank in.
"Please, St. Peter," Omi was tugging on the angel's sleeve, " He didn't mean to do it. Surely you can forgive him, just this once."
St. Peter shook his head as he gently disentangled his robe from Omi's clutching fingers. "I am really sorry, Omi, but there is nothing I can do."
Heaven's bright lights dimmed and with it, Ken's naïve sense of invincibility. He knew he had reached the end of the line this time. A cold empty feeling began to permeate him as hope dwindled away. There was no hope for him anymore.
Stinging tears found its way to Ken's eyes then, shaming but unstoppable. He barely heard St. Peter's next words as a dull buzzing sounded in his ears. But the meaning was clear.
/No./
"From this day forward, Ken is no longer welcome in heaven."
/No./
Clank!
Everything around Ken dimmed. Then his halo disappeared.
/No./
A shrill whistle sounded and his wings vanished.
Ken felt like running away but St. Peter's firm look held him in place.
"You will return to Earth."
In the background he could hear Omi still protesting but he couldn't turn around to reassure his friend as St' Peter's hand descended on his head. "To a time and place where angels fall."
"No, please."
They were the last words Ken uttered before everything turned black and he lost consciousness.
TBC ^___~ Comment onegai? Like it? Trash it?
I know the story isn't that original but I just thought it would be nice. Jill Barnett never had Schuschu, Farfie and Nagi to complicate the plotline. And I was thinking of putting in Yotan, and Ran as angels.extras and all hehehe Should I just stop right now?
Oh and did you guys know it was Crawford? *lol* Or did you think it was going to be Ran? ^__^v
