Prologue
Well hello there! Nice to see somebody's taking their time to read my first (crappy-ass) fanfic. If you don't like yaoi (boy x boy) then for fuck's sake don't read this. This is pretty much full of pairings. Kyle pairings, to be exact. He is SO uke, and no, he does not belong with your fucking Mary Sue. If you want him to be with your fucking Mary Sue, go write a fanfic with your fucking Mary Sue as the main character. Got it? Oh, and by the way, they are all still 9-10 in this fic.
Oh, and by the way, they are all still 9-10 in this fic (for the people who are too lazy to read the short-ass Author's Note)
NO-ONE'S POV
"Oh, Gerald, he's perfect!" the redheaded woman told her husband as they smiled down at their newborn son. The only source of light in the room was the bright glow of her fiery wings, which were currently folded behind their backs.
The tiny hour-old baby yawned and wriggled closer into the warmth of his mother's chest. Right now, he looked like any normal human child, but as he aged he would develop his own pair of blazing wings and powers. But something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
Gerald's gentle smile fell. "But he isn't safe…we can't expose him to the others." He looked back at his own wings, which were not flaming like Sheila's. Instead, they were white and feathered. He was an angel, not a phoenix.
Ever since they were born, the angels and phoenixes have been locked in a violent war, and it was forbidden for an angel and a phoenix to be in love. Or even friends, for that matter. If his son was found out…he would have to be killed.
Sheila looked down sadly at the boy in her arms. "I know…" she said, quietly, "…but it's so hard to look at him and know that I'll never be able to hold him like this ever again." A few tears began to stream down her cheeks, but she wiped them away with her free hand.
That night, Gerald flew out into the mortal world at night and left his child at the doorstep of a couple he knew couldn't have kids. The wife had been caught in an unfortunate accident and had to have her womb removed.
He rang the doorbell and flew off as quickly as he could, back to Sheila. They were probably going to be found out eventually…but at least they could leave their son out of this. He could never know about who his real parents are.
Be safe…Kyle…
That night…
Alicia Broflovski walked over to the door. Who could be visiting at this time? She opened it, just about ready to question whoever it was. But all she saw was a small basket at her doorstep. Confused, she picked it up and a small piece of paper few out.
She quickly caught it and looked at what it said, thinking it was probably a letter of some sort. But all it said was one word: Kyle. Her confusion only rising, she brought the basket inside. "Honey, somebody left a gift outside our door!" she called to her husband.
He came downstairs and saw the basket in her hands. "Well, what's inside?" he asked. She shrugged, and then carefully lifted up the lid of the basket. She expected something like flowers or maybe even fruits, but what was inside shocked her completely.
Eyes widened in shock, she lifted the fragile child out of the basket. He had gorgeous red curls, and she couldn't wait to see what his eyes looked like. It was like an angel had come down to Earth and granted her one and only wish.
"Keith…it's a baby!"
As the couple celebrated together and cooed over their new child, Alicia couldn't help but see a flash of white outside her window.
END OF PROLOGUE
Well, that was short and crappy. I promise the rest of the chapters will be longer; I just didn't know what else to write. So anyways, I'll see you in the first chapter!
XOXO
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