Heaven's Intervention

Author's notes: This story is inspired by a novel I read ages and ages ago. I actually had a story with that concept in mind after I read the novel but I didn't got a chance to continue it. Anyway, I rewrote it and changed the characters into Aoshi and Misao. So, read on and tell me what you think. Your reviews and comments will decide whether I'll continue the story or not since I'm still experimenting and new to writing a fanfic. Ja!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here. All are Nobuhiro Watsuki's creations. Anything that isn't recognizable as Watsuki-sama's is mine.

Prologue

It would be completely irreversible. What was done is done. I've been sent to do a mission and am expected to return with good results. I have to act based on both my instincts and not let my emotions surface. I must hide what I truly feel because I know she will be mine when the time comes. I just have to be patient and do what I must for the moment.

I'm Aoshi, Misao Makimachi's guardian angel. We were born at the same time so she was given to me. It rarely happens here in heaven that cherubs are given their ward. But my situation, or rather our situation, was one of those rare circumstances since we were born/created at the same time. So, we grew up together. She, playing on earth. I, trying hard to keep her safe from harm.

So now, I'm a full-fledged guardian angel with four other wards, and Misao, a famous designer. When we were both young and I still don't know the extent and limits of my powers, I always push the hollow spot on the back of her neck if there is danger. From then on, I do that if there will be something wrong with her meetings and appointments even if I know now that it's against the rules.

Well, there is one danger that Angel Michael had to send me down to earth. He said that I am to be a mortal but I won't die unless that danger is over. I just remained passive and tried to look bored until he pointed out my "danger signals". My eyes snapped up to meet his stern gaze but I was surprised to what he said next.

"Since you're also closely watching your other wards, I didn't take it against you and just left you be."

So that's why I haven't been reprimanded. I just remained expressionless but I know that he knows he hit home. Anyway, we're back to the matter at hand when he told me that I am to go right at this moment. I still can't get the idea of how it would feel being human when my body suddenly jerked. I looked around and saw that I'm already on earth, inhabiting a man of wealth. I don't know where I got that idea but thousands of information seem to fill my mind as I sat up from the bed I was sprawled on and experience first-hand the sensations only a human can feel.

Already knowing what to do, I took a bathe and let my self be dressed with the help of my valet, Hanya, while he recite names of who confirmed their attendance in the party that I will be hosting later that night. I was only hearing names and not really listening until he said Misao's name. I straightened up upon hearing her name while he put on my coat, but kept my face free of emotion lest Hanya notice my interest in her. Finishing his report and helping me dress, he bowed briefly then left my room.

I looked at myself in the mirror and started reciting to myself memories that I have acquired since I borrowed this body. My name is Aoshi Shinomori and I own the biggest computer company in Japan called Oniwabanshuu, Inc. I am its CEO and I'm currently standing on the penthouse of an 85-floor building that is Oniwabanshuu's head office, situated at the heart of Kyoto. I work one floor below and this is my private quarters wherein I stay on weekdays. My house is on an island nearby, accessible only by water or by air. That is where the party will be held tonight.

Then there's Misao Makimachi. She's my personal designer and a friend. One of the few that I have. She lives with her grandfather Nenji Kashiwazaki, or Okina as we often call him, in an estate just outside the city. Her grandfather served my father before he took care of the orphaned little Misao when I was already starting high school. They continued to live with the Shinomori family until Okina decided it's time for them to live independently. I oftened their then small house before I was too busy with work. Now, I only see Misao when she presents me her new designs or when I need help in choosing an outfit for an occasion.

Satisfied with what I know, I walked out of the bedroom, grabbed the sandwich Hanya held out to me, then headed down to work.

A/N: So, what do you think? Should I continue or not? By the way, some notes on personifications that I used. A cherubim or as I used here, a cherub, is said to be, or rather thought of to be a baby angel. Angel Michael is the head of the archangels. Any other questions will be welcomed. Thanks for reading!