A/N: yes!!! my next chaptered story!!! sorry to those who read My Porcelain Doll that it took a long time to post the last chapter…I'm guessing y'all are saying I should stop writing OliverEnriques…I have too much, don't I? ah heck…can't help it! Because here's another one! enjoy!xD
Wings of Glass
Chapter One
"Hey 'liver…I heard you're entering status seraphus, if I may call it…" Johnny laughed.
Oliver frowned at the nickname. "Yes John, I am…" he answered anyway and sighed as he tried to move the two enormous feathery wings on his back.
The things didn't budge; he couldn't make them. His wings were encased in thick, clear, heavy glass.
"Is…" Oliver began, making his best friend look at him. "Is the exam hard?"
"The one you have to take to get your wings?" Johnny asked, having taken the same test long ago. "It…depends…"
The green-haired angel wrinkled his brow. "What do you mean?"
"The difficulty of the exam depends on the ability of the angel." said a voice.
Oliver and Johnny turned about to see their friend Robert, a purple-haired seraph who had earned his wings earlier than the redhead had.
"What do you know about exams?" the nervous angel asked, eager for information.
Robert shrugged. "The whole idea is simple, really." he said. "All you have to do is perform a good deed and presto…you're one of us."
Johnny raised an eyebrow. "Not exactly. The Boss is the one who decides what good deed you do."
Oliver trembled inside. "I've never met the Boss."
"The good deeds are performed on earth…" the redhead continued, pointing to land far below the cloud they were sitting on. "And usually, the time limit and difficulty are stated in the exam."
The greenette paled. "Th-there's a time limit?!" he asked incredulously.
"Relax…" Robert said. "The Boss has something for everyone." and out of his robe he took a folded piece of paper.
Johnny frowned. "You're the examiner?"
The purplette nodded and gave Oliver the note, who took it with shaking hands.
"Could…could Johnny see it?" he asked.
Robert nodded and the Christmas colored couple read the exam together.
"'Teach true love'?" the redhead frowned. "Damn. You got it hard, Oli."
"The difficulty's 'unknown' and the time limit's 'as long as it takes'? What does it mean?" the greenette asked.
The purple-haired seraph looked over their shoulders and let out a low whistle.
"That's odd…" he said. "The Boss doesn't give special exams on most days…unless…" he trailed off and eyed Oliver's wing span before snatching the exam note from them and heading off to the Office.
The green-haired angel looked clueless as Johnny looked indignant.
"I don't know what to do!" the former told the older seraph. "To whom will I teach it? Where? What about true love? There are many possible interpretations!"
"Don't worry Oliver…" said the redhead. "If it gets too hard for you I'll personally talk to the Boss." and then he added in a more concerned tone. "We're going to help you. Perhaps He'll allow it in these situations…but for now…" Johnny gripped Oliver's smooth shoulders and his hand slipped a bit on its smooth skin. "…you've got to try."
He escorted the greenette to the edge of the cloud, preparing him for Departure.
"Johnny…" Oliver protested weakly.
"I'll tell Robert you left." his best friend replied and pushed him off the sky.
The poor boy had hardly any time to scream as the incredible weight of his wings sped his descent toward Earth.
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The loud rustle of leaves and a painful-sounding thud of something heavy caught the attention of Enrique Giancarlo. The young Italian doctor looked up from the medical book he was reading and saw, to his great surprise, a beautiful scantily clad boy looking like he fell from the tree.
Enrique stood up, mesmerized at the sight. Twigs and leaves were in the strange male's fluff of green hair. The milky pink of his skin was smothered with dirt. Pain was etched on his features and was swelling in large expressive lavender eyes in the form of tears…on his thighs and elbows, ugly blue green bruises were forming…
"Oh gosh!" the blonde man came to and ran to help him up. "Are…are you alright? Can you stand?"
Oliver coughed. "I…I…am f-fine…" he replied softly.
Enrique deduced the boy must be a foreigner. Angels, when on earth, speak human language with a certain strange, broken accent. Otherwise, they cannot speak the language well at all. Humans, on the other hand, cannot see their wings. Instead they can see two red spots of painful swollen skin on their backs. That is why angles prefer to be invisible and silent when helping other people.
Despite the angel's reply, the Italian checked him for fractures, dislocated joints and sprains.
"Does this hurt?" Enrique asked.
"Hurt?" Oliver did not know what the meaning of hurt was until the doctor flexed his ankle.
The patient inhaled sharply, eyes widened at the sensation. "Ow…" he mumbled.
"It hurts." Enrique concluded for him.
"Is…is that…w-what they…call p-pain?" the greenette asked as tears welled in his eyes again.
The Italian frowned at him for a few moments before shaking his head as if to clear it.
"It is pain." he replied kindly before supporting Oliver's back with one hand and placing the other hand under his legs in order to carry him and properly treat him at his home.
"Are you from around here?" Enrique asked as they trekked the empty park they were in, finding the exit.
"Wh-where…is h-here?" Oliver asked.
"Here is called France. I figured your accent was similar to its natives'." he replied.
The boy being carried shook his head slowly, not quite understanding.
"Oh." said the blonde. "Then where are you from?"
The greenette looked up and pointed to the sky with his free hand before looking back at Enrique with his large lilac-lavender eyes.
This gesture made the doctor laugh. Oliver thought it was a good sign and giggled a bit.
"My name's Enrique." said the Italian doctor, flashing a killer smile.
"M-my…n-name is…Oliver…" replied the angel, leaning into his savior's comfortable hold.
TBCA/N: review me what you think as well as your questions incase you didn't understand some stuff in this chapter…enjoy!xD and ciAo…