Cali: HELLO EVERYBODY! *grin*

Cienna: ... Someone's had too much sugar.

Die: Actually, I think that person'd be Jaden...

Jaden: CHEETOS!

Cali: WHAT? WHERE? I WANT CHEETOS!

Cienna: Okay, so I guess Cali's into is up to me... this story is co-written by Cali OzeraKaulitz... who's currently on the hunt for Cheetos...

Die: Chazz, do the disclaimer!

Chazz: Why?

Die: BECAUSE I SAID SO! *shoots lazer beam from eyeballs*

Chazz: ... Neither Black Die nor Cali OzeraKaulitz own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX.


Chapter One: Holy Aura

The girl stepped into place at Bastion's side, keeping an even stride. "Bastion Maisawa."

He looked at her oddly, narrowing his slate-gray eyes in confusion. "Yes?"

She peered at him with tawny eyes. "You cannot enter the Academy as a full angel. Your life will be your forfeit."

"What are you talking about? Haven Academy is the safest place in the Lower Realms for our kind!" His voice dropped down to a hiss, well-aware of all the ignorant humans surrounding them.

"Trust the advice of Gabriel." She said calmly, though a small smile twitched its way onto her face.

"Gabriel was a traitor and a fool."

Her smile grew. "Maybe, but he still knows more than you." She then shrugged. "However, the fate at stake is yours. It is your choice."

He threw her a glare, stopping at the gate. "You don't know anything about me. Why should I trust you?"

"I never said you should. But if you value your life, I'd suggest taking my advice."

He sighed heavily. "Well then, how do you suggest I get into the Academy, hmm? No demon in his right mind would pretend to be me, and I've already registered for Slipher."

She shrugged, reaching over and pulling a blur to her side. "Bastion Maisawa, meet Jaden Yuki."

The boy in question squirmed, whining, "Hey, I gotta get in there, I'm gonna be late for the deadline, and… oh it's you. What do you want this time?"

She gave him an appraising look. "Hello, Jaden And aside from your idiocy, I need something from you."

"… If it's my virginity, I gotta say no, Cienna."

She shook her head, appearing minorly disgusted. "No, Jaden. Not even remotely what I had in mind."

The boy cocked his head, showing off the orange part of his hair. "I'm listening."

"It's something you won't even notice, in fact. And you'll receive another. Just not your own." Her hold on the back of his jacket remained firm.

"What? What is it? I wanna know what it is!" The boy was bounding around inside her embrace, looking like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Jaden." She sighed. "Calm down. It's just your aura."

His green eyes grew wide. "I've never done that before, how do you do that? How? How? How? How? How?"

Her hand moved to his arm, gripping it so tight that the blood stopped flowing. "Shut. Up."

Bastion groaned, slapping his forehead and peeking through his fingers. "I'm giving my aura to this guy? Gods, we're screwed."

"Hey!" Jaden protested, "I'll have you know I outlasted a squirrel in a staring contest!"

"Jaden… you're… an imbecile." She sighed. "It's only until we're out of school. I'll return your aura then."

Bastion nodded, looking Jaden over. "So what the hell are you?"

"He's half angel." Cienna cut in for him, brushing her hair from her face. "Just keep your wings hidden for as long as possible."

The black-haired male nodded. "Because Nephilim have smaller wings than angels, right?" he asked, wanting clarification on a fact he remembered gleaming off some moldy tome from a library.

"About half-sized, though Jaden's are a little bigger than most." She nodded. "Now can I do this? We do need to arrive on time."

He sighed. "Very well, Cienna. I'd rather not have to go home and explain to my parents why I missed out on attending the Academy after getting the highest score on the entrance exam in years."

She nodded, closing her eyes and muttering to herself in ancient Latin. Her body lifted a few feet off the ground. Bastion shuddered at the magic he could see but didn't interrupt, the veins inside his feathers making the shafts quiver slightly, a normal occurrence since his white feathers were normally extremely sensitive to magic.

Her eyes snapped open, their usual golden brown faded to black. Her voice was deeper with a husky echo to it, "It is done." With that, she dropped to the ground gently and when her eyes reopened, they were their usual color. "You should be fine."

Jaden looked down at himself. "I don't feel any different. Are you sure it works?"

She gave him a firm glare. "You doubt me?"

"No no no no no," he reassured, his hands coming up defensively.

"Good. Now I suppose we should go." With a single glance back at the boys, she left them behind.

Bastion pulled his coat closer around him, turning to Jaden. "Well? Shall we?"


Chazz flexed his large black wings from where they came out from a pair of slits cut in his blue uniform jacket. "You ready, Zane?" he asked, throwing a glance over his shoulder at his fellow demon.

"I suppose." He replied, pushing himself away from the wall he leaned against.

Chazz smiled darkly. "I'm going to enjoy scaring the crap out of all those losers."

Zane laughed. "You always do."


The little blue-haired boy bit his lip as he stood to the side of the arena, not really wanting to go to the school but also not wanting to face his older brother if he didn't make his way into the school.

Cienna stood beside him, having wormed her way through the crowd to the front. She offered a small smile, immediately turning her attention to the Admins standing on the other side of the arena.

"Next," Zane called boredly, the worn bronze pentagram sitting in his hand, and firmly ignored the sounds of his partner Chazz pushing other children into a pool of holy water.

Cienna sighed when no one moved, most scared of the pain. She walked towards the dark haired male. She offered her hand, palm up. Preparing herself to bite down her screams.

He slapped the metal against her wrist, waiting patiently for a few moments before snatching it back. "Go over to Chazz," he directed with a jerk of his head. "Next."

She rolled her eyes, turning back to watch Jaden approach the male after her. She shook her head in pity. "He's gonna die." With that, she turned towards the raven-haired male. She stood at his side and watched the girl under the water wriggle in pain.

Chazz smirked at the new victim, stealing up behind her while she was distracted by the cry of "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, ASSFUCK, THAT FUCKING HURTS LIKE FUCKING HELL?" Jaden could be quite eloquent when he was in pain.

She writhed under the water, forcing herself not to open her mouth and scream. After a few moments, she pushed herself out of the water. "Holy shit."

Chazz didn't even wait for her to get out before he shoved the other boy in from earlier, his large white wings falling open as he submerged and clung to her neck. She choked, scrambling to unhook his hands from her throat. "Dammit." She gasped. "Kid…"

"Can't swim!" he yelped, clinging tighter with his silver eyes wide.

Without warning, Jaden surfaced from behind them, spreading his wings out so that he could use them to help float. "Hi Cienna, who's your new boy-toy?"

She shot him a glare, "Jaden. Help me get him off me. Now."

"Fine, fine," the brunet grumbled, reaching around to support the other side of the small blue-haired boy.

"Chazz," Zane called, sounding vaguely interested, "you should probably let them clear out the pool before you push someone else in." The other black-haired demon shot him a glare out of black eyes but refrained from shoving another child in to join the three until after they were climbing up the ladder in the side.

She glowered at the raven-haired demon but instead turned her attention to the blue-haired boy, gaze softening a bit. "Who are you?"

"Syrus Truesdale," he confessed, leaning heavily on Jaden.

"Cienna Oliver." She replied. "And the idiot you're leaning against is Jaden Yuki."

"You have really small wings for an angel," Syrus murmured softly.

Cienna rolled her eyes. "Yeah. He's the runt of the litter." Her eyes fell to Chazz again, watching him push kids in with sadistic joy. She then looked in Zane's direction only to see Bastion making his way towards the pool. She breathed out slowly, "Oh Gods…"

Chazz froze when he saw the male walking over, the black and slate-gray eyes locking for a prolonged moment with enough heat to light a fuse. Suddenly, the demon snarled, launching himself at the angel and throwing them both into the pool with his hands around the other's neck, his black wings extended out behind them.

"No, dammit!" Cienna launched herself after them, diving into the water and wrenching them apart despite the burning sensation tearing at her skin. She dragged Bastion to the surface, heaving herself out of the pool before him.

"What the hell is your problem?" Bastion spat, coughing out some of the water that had gotten into his lungs. Chazz's answer took the form of another flying tackle into the pool.

Cienna glowered at the water for a moment. "Bloody hell." She shook her head and dove, again wrenching them apart. She threw Bastion over the side of the pool and hefted herself out of the water again, wringing out her hair. She glanced down at her skin, which had turned a raw pink, with a small groan. "God dammit. Why the hell do I have to do this?"

She snarled at Chazz as he pulled himself out of the water. Chazz shot her a snarl of his own, revealing a pair of vampire fangs despite his own pinking skin before Zane reached down and pulled his fellow demon out of the water by the collar of his dark blue jacket. "My apologies for my friend," he pronounced. "He's not the best-tempered of people."

Cienna rolled her eyes but nodded. "I can see that." She threw a glance at Bastion. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," he coughed, looking rather like a drowned cat.

"Good." She sighed, glancing down at her skin with disdain. "Let's get away from the pool, eh?"

"Oh, that looks really bad!" Syrus cried, rushing forward. "I guess you're a demon, huh?"

"Idiot!" Chazz growled. "She's a half-demon, not a full-blood!"

She shot the dark-haired boy a glare, but refused to respond to him. She looked at Syrus. "Half, actually. I just burn more than most." She grinned at him, wincing as the skin on her face protested. "Let's just get away from that damn pool."

"Come on," Jaden said, smiling. "You can help us set up our dorm room in the toolshed!"

"Our?" Syrus repeated confusedly.

"Of course!" the brunet laughed. "I'm not going to sleep on my own, and I'd rather room with you than any of the others!"

Since Chazz looked like he was already planning on attempting to drown Bastion again, Zane instructed, "Go on, Chazz, you should probably get those looked at before continuing." He raised his voice. "We'll be taking a break, everyone. Please, use your time wisely while we handle some technical difficulties."

Cienna rolled her eyes. "Technical difficulties my ass." She shot the boys a look. "We'll go to your dorm for now, I guess."


"Wow, this is a pretty cool place!" Jaden gushed, bouncing around the room with his wings making flapping sounds behind him as the wind rushed through his pristine white feathers.

The blonde girl grabbed him by the collar of his jacket. "Calm down, Jaden. I have uses for you and would really rather not have to resort to silencing you permanently."

The brunet stared at her with wide green eyes quickly filling with tears. "I thought you liked me, Cienna!" he whimpered. "Why don't you like me?"

She sighed. "It's not that I don't like you, Jaden. The fact is, you're a nice guy, but you make me want to bang my head against the wall sometimes."

"Did you hear that, Syrus? She doesn't like me!" He turned to the poor blue-haired boy, burrowing his face in those sky locks.

She shook her head. "Oh for God's sake, Jaden. It's not that." She set a hand on his shoulder. "Really, I do like you."

The brunet didn't answer, instead burrowing deeper into a blushing Syrus's hair.

"Jaden…" She sighed again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. But really, Jaden, you're making poor Syrus blush."

He muttered something unrecognizable, nuzzling the boy's hair again and still refusing to look at her.

"I really am sorry, Jaden. But you know what I'm like." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She was both legitimately sorry (for the most part) as well as fully aware that she'd need him in the future.

He started shaking, wrapping both his arms and his wings around Syrus, whose blush darkened considerably with the action. "Do you love me?" he asked quietly, sounding so broken-hearted it would've likely made even Chazz and Zane soften.

She gave him a surprised look, but answered honestly, softening. "Like I would a little brother."

"And you, Syrus?" His voice grew even sadder, if that was even possible.

"I—I mean—I just met—and you're…" The boy stumbled for words.

"Aw, that's okay, Sy, I love you too!" he chirped, bouncing away and onto his bunk.

Cienna's eyes widened, looking so angry she was about to explode. Her voice dropped to a menacing growl. "Jaden."

He gave her a sheepish smile. "Um, I was just playing? Don't get mad, Cienna, there's a witness!"

She pinched the bridge of her nose with a growl. "Oh. My. Gods, Jaden." She leaned against the wall. "If you were anyone else you'd be dead right now."

Syrus looked between the two of them. "Is this sort of thing normal?" he asked hesitantly, sliding into the bunk below Jaden's.

"Unfortunately, whenever he's around, it happens at least twice a week." She gave the brunette a frustrated look. "But usually more like three or four."

"But you still love me, right?"

She shot him a glare so cold it could have been made of liquid nitrogen. "Don't push your luck, Jaden." Her fingers rose to her ear, fiddling with one of the many piercing that adorned it.

"You're so meeeeeeean!" he cried, climbing down into Syrus's bed. "I'm sleeping with Syrus so that you don't slit my throat while I sleep or something!"

Syrus flushed bright red at the words. "Jaden, I—I don't think…"

The girl cut him off. "Oh c'mon, Jaden. I'm not gonna freaking slit your throat. I have targets far more important than you."

"So? I'm not taking any chances."

She rolled her eyes. "Right now, I'm going for Mister-Tackle-the—" She cut herself off. "Some-Random-Student."

"Oh," Jaden said. "Good luck with that!"

She shot him an appraising look. "You know how creative I can get."

There was no response, mainly because Syrus was too scared to come up with anything and Jaden was already asleep, his head pillowed on the smaller boy's shoulder and his white-feathered wings acting as a blanket over the both of them.

She rolled her eyes. "Goodnight, Syrus. And good luck with him." She offered the smaller boy a smile and left their dorm, heading towards her own dorm.

Syrus made a frustrated noise, resisting the urge to bang his head against the headboard.


"What the hell did you do all that for, Chazz?" Zane asked later that night, storming into the dorm room they both shared. "Crowler was on my ass about letting one of his best students throw himself into a pool of holy water not once but twice in five minutes."

The demon just looked up from his bed, his raven hair a little messier than usual due to the fact he had been sleeping off the effects of earlier in the day. "Huh?"

"You practically drowned that angel kid, and while I understand that, why the hell would you put yourself in that water too? And more than once?" He dropped himself onto his bed with a loud, aggravated sigh.

Chazz let out a growl, his black wings starting to come up threateningly. "This doesn't concern you, Zane."

"Considering the fact that Crowler's on my ass about this, you've made it my concern." The tips of demon horns appeared on the top of his skull, pushing thick strands of hair away.

"I don't have to tell you anything, Zane! You never told me what your problem is about that little blue-haired angel brat of a brother."

Zane's glare turned to action as he leapt across the room, pinning his roommate to the wall. "That was never in anyway regarding you." He snarled, fingers tightening around the raven-haired boy's arms. "Crowler never made it your problem."

Chazz's fangs were hitting his bottom lip now, but Zane had been careful not to put himself within a lunge distance of those dangerous canines. "Let me go, Zane!"

Right as Zane was about to bark out a reply, the sound of a fist on wood echoed through their room.

The two demons looked at the door for a long moment, Chazz taking the opportunity presented to lunge forward and give a harsh bite to the other demon's jawline, drawing blood. The person on the other side of the door waited a few moments, then proceeded to knock again, obviously aware that the boys were inside and impatient to boot. Zane let out a hiss at the bite, knocking his roommate further back into the wall as a hand came up to cover the wound. Chazz let out a pained yelp as he collided more heavily with the plaster, his fangs shortening with the sensation.

More impatient knocking, followed by the door opening. Cienna stood in the doorway with raised eyebrows and a hand on her hip. "What pissed you two off?"

"None of your business," Chazz hissed, jerking away from the other demon and storming off, the door slamming behind him.

She stared after him for a long moment, then turned her gaze back to Zane. Her eyes zeroed in on his hand on his chin. "He bit you."

"Yeah, he does that when he gets pissed. I'll be fine though." He went back to the bed, throwing his jacket over a desk chair. "Was there something you wanted?"

"Well there was, but the person it was directed towards just left." She sighed, running a hand through her bright hair. "This isn't going where I thought it would."

"Nice to know Chazz is so popular."

She laughed darkly. "He's an asshole."

"Isn't that the truth?" His wings, protruding from a slit in his shirt, stretched, the black feathers ruffling softly. "If you want to get him, you'd better leave now. He can run pretty damn fast when he wants to."

She rolled her eyes, though the part of her that was derived from Gabriel noted the beauty in Zane's dark wings. "There's no point trying to talk to him while he's like this. He seems to be more unreasonable that what I can assume is normal."

"Actually, it's an improvement from his usual arrogance," he reassured her, combing through the feathers with his fingers.

"Dear Gods." She sighed, forcing herself to look at his face rather than his wings.

"You said it," he agreed, pulling out a feather here and there with a slight wince and dropping them to the bed. All of them were crooked or broken in some way, no doubt as a result of the thrashing of some of the more responsive angels and Chazz.

She stepped farther into the room, hypnotized by his wings. Without another thought concerning it, she reached out and ran her fingers through the soft feathers.

Zane let out an unconscious purr, not realizing she was petting his wings until his fingers brushed hers, making his light mercury eyes widen with alarm, though he couldn't bring himself to wrench the appendages away from the welcome touch.

She continued to run her fingers through the feathers, hardly noting the brush of skin on skin. Even the quiet sound of appreciation didn't jerk her from her admiration.

Against his better judgment, he breathed, "What are you doing?"

She jerked out of her reverie, fingers freezing. "Oh… oh my gods, I'm so sorry…" She pulled her hand back slowly.

Instantly, he let out a noise from the back of his throat, his wings instinctively jerking back to meet her hands again. "Don't stop," he panted. "It felt… nice."

She turned pink at his words, an uncommon color on her. "A…alright." She reached out again, starting a little farther over. She ran her fingertips through the velvety appendages.

"I wouldn't mind if you stayed the night here," he offered. "Chazz won't say anything if he comes back, which I doubt since he's so pissed at me right now that he's likely going to sleep on the roof tonight."

Her pink turned to a darker red, fingers pausing abruptly. "Um…"

He let out a pleading whimper that was quiet enough that the noise barely managed to escape his throat, his wings automatically shifting against her hand to try to get the pleasant feeling back.

The red in her face turned so dark she could barely stand it, returning her fingers to his feathers. "I… Are…" She stuttered.

"Hmm?" he hummed, relaxing as he sat down on the bed, doing everything he could just to stay upright.

"Are you sure you want me to…?" She sat uncertainly on the very edge of the bed, looking up at his face and noting that he was handsome himself. Her hands shook ever so slightly.

"You're a half-demon, right?"

"Yes."

"Then," he continued, flashing her a dark smile, "I have no problem with it."


Bastion: Why have I almsot died twice in the first chapter?

Cali: Plot, darling. Plot.

Cienna: Right. You guys aren't just sadisitc jerks...

Syrus: And why the hell am I Jaden's roommate?

Cali: Well something had to be semi-canon...

Zane: Canon is for losers.

Alexis: I like cannons!

Die: ... Zane, reward-offer, now.

Zane: ... Uh... We'll give you Chazz...'s Jacket. I guess.

Die: O.O MINE!

Zane: Or not... Uh... Oh, we'll give you some of my broken feathers. :P

Cali: Hell naw! Those are mine!

Zane: ...WHAT THE HELL?

Chazz: Well, it could be worse. She could be stealing your clothes...

Die: *guilty look and throws jacket behind Bastion*

Cienna: Um... how about... A FLYING HAIRY MEATBALL WITH WINGS!

Die: THAT CAME OUT OF JADEN'S ASS!

Jaden: Who said what now?

Cienna: Nothing. We're in the middle of class, go back to sleep.

Jaden: Kay. *falls asleep on Syrus*

Syrus: WHAT THE HELL?

Bastion: ... yeah, I'm out of here.

Cienna: ...me too.

Die: Me three, I wanna read some yaoi inspiration! *goes off to go get some ChazzxBastion*

Cali: Right... Well, thanks for reading! *grin*