Chapter 1: Sleep
So, I have like no idea where I am going to be going with this and any tips or suggestions would be oh so welcomed. :)
Title comes from John Legend's All of Me.
Kyoya Ootori had been watching over mankind since the old days, and he could honestly say he was disgusted by them. They were disorganized and frivolous, only seeking to gain attention for their accomplishments and never realizing the suffering that surrounded them everyday.
It had been three years since he had been assigned to mentor over a younger angel who had become a guardian angel. Becoming a guardian angel was more painful than any other job in heaven because it threatened the restraint on emotions needed to sustain grace. Tamaki was one of the few angels who chose to become one, and Kyoya was beginning to see why. The blond was fascinated with humans and their interactions and customs, and it was a wonder that Tamaki had not fallen yet for his interest in mankind.
They had enlisted in Ouran High School, where Tamaki claimed he would be able to sense his Protected without tipping her off, and Kyoya honestly found himself wanting to strangle the blond when he made a host club without telling him. They were angels! Not human consorts.
It was during their third year in Ouran that he finally met Tamaki's Protected. It wasn't that angels were forbidden to see Protected, but Kyoya had no interest in meeting another selfish human, unworthy of a guardian angel.
Tamaki had been trying to tell him something all day, but they were constantly interrupted and Kyoya had been busy analyzing the club's funds to sense the Protected was impossibly near. When Haruhi had opened the door, it was her scent that made Kyoya look up. A soft, sweet almost flowery scent wafted into the room and Kyoya could feel his protective urges rising. Whenever a Protected approached another angel, the angel felt compelled to protect them.
The cheap clothes and unkempt hair had been a dead giveaway as to who the person was: Haruhi Fujioka, the new scholarship student. The only thing he hadn't known was that this was Tamaki's Protected.
After she had been fixed up and given new clothes, everybody was able to see her for what she truly was, a beauty. Later, after everyone had left for the day, Kyoya approached Tamaki who was busy grooming his fingers, singing happily to an American tune he had discovered.
"That was your Protected?" Kyoya asked, lifting an eyebrow as he sat down next to Tamaki, taking one white wing in his hands to groom. They weren't as long as a fully developed angel but they were slightly longer than his arms.
"Yes. Her name is Haruhi. Isn't she just adorable?" Tamaki cooed as he took one of Kyoya's giant black wings to run his fingers through. The older angel allowed it as he straightened out the ruffled white feathers.
"Why aren't you with her right now?" Kyoya asked coolly. Tamaki's wings froze under his touch and he began backing away. "Tamaki, she is your Protected. You are to be with her at all times. The fact that you are here instead of watching over her makes me question your commitment."
Tamaki frowned and disappeared, presumably to Haruhi and Kyoya stood up from the couch with a sigh, tucking his wings behind his back again. Then suddenly a smell hit his nose and his eyes widened. Haruhi.
He calmed his expression and followed the scent until he arrived at the dressing rooms, one of them closed. Soft snores emitted from there, and Kyoya recognized them immediately as Haruhi's... and Kyoya sighed in annoyance as he searched for Tamaki's presence and found nothing. The idiot must have been running off to find out more about humans instead of actually tending to his.
Without making a sound, he opened the door and found Haruhi sleeping with her knees pressed to her chest and Kyoya's lips thinned before he slid an arm around her knees and another around her shoulders, lifting her easily. Too easily. Kyoya frowned as he realized that he didn't sense any of the unease one usually felt when picking up a Protected. This could only mean that Tamaki wasn't around her enough to affect her aura, and the older angel was becoming increasingly worried about the girl.
Her figure was skinny but she was too light for a girl her age and Kyoya frowned. As he took her to the main room, he silently called for Tamaki. The guardian angel appeared next to him and flushed with shame as he saw the sleeping girl in his arms.
"I was going to go to her, but I needed to run an errand." Tamaki defended himself as he reached for Haruhi but Kyoya took a step back and instead placed her on the couch. He turned to face the blond who looked offended that Kyoya hadn't given her to him.
"I'm beginning to question your ability to protect her. She is underweight and her aura seems untouched."
"I'm working on that." Tamaki bit out.
"You have been guarding her for three years, Tamaki and if this is her state now, I would hate to see her back then."
"Kyoya, calm down." Tamaki tried to soothe but their conversation was interrupted by a sudden intake of breath. The angels turned to Haruhi and she sat up with a yawn.
"Ootori-sempai? Suoh-sempai?" She rubbed her eyes and Kyoya pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"That couch costs 500 yen, Haruhi, and your sleeping on it will add another 200 to your debt."
That seemed to wake the girl up who instantly stood up and scowled at him. Then she looked at her watch and sighed.
"I have to go, sempais. See you tommorow." With that she began walking towards the door, but Tamaki ,of course, had to make a spectacle.
"My daughter, don't go!" He begged, tears in his eyes, and Haruhi huffed before exiting.
"Follow her." Kyoya said and Tamaki nodded before disappearing again, hopefully this time to actually protect Haruhi. It was strange that the angel was holding back so obviously.
He took out his notepad and made a note to watch the interactions between Tamaki and Haruhi. Something was off about those two.
I'm not going to lie. This was commissioned to me write angel!OHSHC and this was what I came up with. There will be more chapters.
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