Title: Angels' Wings are Green
Author: kawaiichiisaikitsune (pirate-kiari)
Rating: K+
Pairing(s): RentonxEureka
Summary: Renton Thurston is an average boy of 16 years. And recently he's been feeling weird things and seeing something with wings; green, butterfly-like wings. AU. RxE (based off the anime series)

Something that just suddenly hit me and I liked the idea, though it may be kind of random. Obviously it's a multichapter, but how many is beyond me. There's barely even a real plot at the moment, but hopefully no more than two to four chapters. But I love Eureka Seven. Such a fab show. XD

Disclaimer- I don't own Eureka Seven. Shame.

.Angels' Wings are Green.

.Chapter One.

Renton Thurston was an average teenage boy. He went to school, he had friends, he had a part-time job, he lifted on occasion, he had dreams; he was as average as they came. Or so he thought.

The sixteen-year-old stared blankly down at his history book as the teacher blabbed on continuously about whatever or whoever was on the page. He didn't hear a word of it, absorbed in the alternate world his mind created for him. Only when a long piece of chalk slapped against his forehead did he awaken from his daydream and look up at his history teacher. The middle-aged man was scolding him for not paying attention and the class around him was stifling their laughter. He was in trouble. As if that wasn't new.

With a sigh, he revved the motor of his scooter, backpack and reflection board settled on his back. Now that detention was over with, he could head out to the field to do a little lifting before he had to head over to the garage. He went to the field of rolling hills daily to practice his lifting. It was the number one spot for the best trapar-waves in Bell Forest. Lifters were few in the suburbs, so they were always empty and welcoming to him.

Renton lived with his grandfather, Axel Thurston, who was a popular mechanic. He had no one else. His mother died after his birth and his father died some time after that when he was too young to truly remember him. Apparently his father was a great man, but all he had to go on were words. He'd had an older sister too, but four years ago she went off to college and neither he nor his grandfather had seen or heard from her since. So he lived with his grandpa, the only family he had left.

But it wasn't all bad. Even though Axel was sometimes a mean and gruff old man, he gave his grandson a job at the garage he owned as another mechanic beside himself. And he was good at it; following in the man's footsteps even. Of course, that made Axel rather proud, but it didn't make him any more lenient on the teenager.

As almost every impressionable high school student had an idol, Renton Thurston was no different. His idol, like many others, was Holland Novak, the leader of the Gekkostate, a harmless rebellion against the United Federation. He absently dreamed of the day when the gray-haired man would come to go lifting with him and then ask him to join the Gekkostate. Of course, he knew that there was one in a million chance that Holland would come knocking on his doorstep, let alone Bell Forest in general. But a boy could dream.

"Damn," the teenager cursed as he fell back on his butt, the ref board rocketing forward a second on an invisible wave before falling to the grassy ground itself. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair with a sigh, picking himself up and dusting off his dark brown cargo shorts. He'd left his red and pinkish jacket with his scooter so that only the thin white hoodie he wore underneath it could get stained by the grass. He thought that a smart idea, so that his guardian wouldn't scold him for returning home with another stained jacket.

Sprinting over to get his board, Renton saw a figure. It was small and petite, sitting on the edge of the nearby cliff with their legs dangling over the side, swinging back and forth. The sun shone so brightly behind the figure that they were cast in a shadow that masked any and all real features from the human eye. However, he could tell that they had something against their back that glittered faintly at him.

Tearing his eyes away, he scooped down to pick up his ref board. When he looked up, however, the figure he could've sworn was there a second ago was gone. Eventually shaking it off, he went back to lifting.

After a good couple hours, the brunet sauntered back to his scooter. He slung both his board and backpack over his shoulder once he'd fitted his jacket back on and started up the noisy motor on the small vehicle. Taking a seat, he rode down the dirt path that would lead him back to the one-lane street back to the garage. As he drove down the memorized lane, his mind began to wander.

His grandfather threw something of a fit when he arrived at the garage some minutes late. He said something about work etiquette and responsibility, but the words went in one ear and straight out the other. After about a couple minutes of pointless scolding, the teenager was sent to do some work.

Renton Thurston stared up at the large LFO that was his recent project. The mechanical being was supported by beams on either side of him with a little dock to his cockpit so that his repairer could get to it. One of his arms lay disconnected on the floor by his feet, the other limp at his side. His head seemed to be bowed and his eyes closed with sleep. His large body looked beaten and old; tears and loose wires and chipped paint scattered about. He was a wreck that was currently being fixed by a high school student with special talent.

The giant humanoid machine was a rare specimen known as the typeZERO. The teen had found him secluded under a cliff that jutted out at the top and supported shadow beneath it. He was slumped and badly beaten with no pilot to speak of. Amazed, the brunet took in the injured being and vowed to fix him up and make him as good as new. Being called the typeZERO, however, made it a very press-worthy deal. So as to keep him a secret from the presses and the government, he was renamed the Nirvash.

The fixing of the famous LFO was a profitable project, but cut off from the government, media, and any other buyer or customer, every penny came right out of the Thurstons' pockets. However, Renton felt that in the end it would be worth it. His grandfather could only hope it really was.

Axel grunted demandingly, gaining his grandson's attention as he knew the difference between the old man's many grunts. "Renton," he nearly growled, "I want you to run out for me and get some supplies."

The brunet's eyebrows furrowed and his lips jutted out a bit in a slight pout, "Can't you make that other guy do it?" He received the famed look and deep scowl, making him back down with an uneasy, nervous smile. Then he grumbled, "Fine, I'll do it. What do you need?"

Renton's grumpy mutters were muffled by the roar of the motor of his scooter as he rode down toward the shop area of Bell Forest. The Thurston Warehouse was rather cut off from the rest of the suburbs, secluded on a small hill and some distance from the bulk of the main city. Therefore, it was a good, long ride to the market in which the teen could grumble and mutter about his stiff old gramps.

He'd been given a list of the needed items and a pocket of money needed to buy all on the list. Along he brought his backpack, completely empty to be able to carry all the items together. They were all small items, mostly inexpensive and not heavy in the least. He figured it'd be a quick trip, so he parked his vehicle in a mainly vacant lot and began his walk toward the chain of stores he had to visit.

"Thank you! Have a great day!" the store merchant called after him as he exited, backpack slung over his shoulder once again. He waved briefly to the large man before leaving with a satisfactory grin. He was nearly finished with his errand.

Paying little to no attention to the surroundings around him, the brunet stepped out into a lane of the large streets. The merchant yelled after him urgently, nearly jumping out from behind his counter, as a fast coming truck sped in his direction, wailing his loud horn in warning. Abruptly looking up, the boy was like a deer caught in headlights, jaw loose and unconsciously awaiting his doom.

Suddenly, there was an odd warmth on his upper arm. Soft, invisible fingers squeezed his skin as he was tugged from before the rapidly approaching vehicle. All thought was lost on him as his senses honed in on the unusual sensation tingling in his upper arm. A hand had been there, he was sure of it; someone had saved him from the impending doom. But who?

The young mechanic tossed his head about, looking all around him for the mystery person who'd saved his life. No one but mildly concerned citizens stared back at him. Goosebumps splayed across his flesh as he got the oddest feeling of definite uneasiness, a feeling that had become increasingly rare in his boring life. The feeling was disrupted as the earlier merchant ran up to him.

"Are you okay, kid?" he questioned, offering a hand to the boy who'd been sitting on the sidewalk in his confusion. The helping hand was accepted.

"Uh, yeah." Renton was unsure of what to say. He blinked blankly at the large man who was very relieved.

"Certainly had me worried there, kid. Fancy you jumping out of the way at the last minute," he nearly laughed, "Look both directions before you enter a street next time, will ya?"

The other nodded, not knowing what he could say. Apparently there hadn't been another person responsible for his safety from the truck, by the man's words. Perhaps he'd imagined the invisible touch. But it'd felt so real...

The motor roared with life as the Thurston kid sped down the dirt road in a haze. He paid slight attention to the empty roads, watching the dirt and rocks rocket pass beneath him and his vehicle with more interest. There were many oddities rumbling around in his head and confusing his already baffled mind; such as what happened some few minutes ago. It was too much, he felt.

Renton stopped completely, letting his vehicle run motionless as he leaned on his foot, staring to the side of him. There was a distinguishable figure standing on the hill a relatively short distance away. He stared in wonder.

The figure was shapely, the curves of a growing woman carved into the pale skin that happened to glow in the warm evening sun. Obviously a female, she had silken hair of a honeydew green color that fell in sheen locks in and around her face, just barely grazing her sloped shoulders. Her cheeks were tinged a rosy pink with life and her lips appeared soft and sweet as they reflected the warm light of the sun. The beautiful violet-pink eyes which she possessed spoke volumes to him without her uttering a word in a voice he was sure sounded simply angelic.

She was donned in a plain white dress that hung loosely at mid-thigh, sleeves to her palms and the neck nearly off her shoulders. Her feet were bare, cool as she stood in the long grass of the rolling hill. The most interesting aspect about her, however, were the wings sprouted from her back. They resembled large butterfly wings, but of what looked more like a gel consistency as they glimmered and shined from the sun's rays. They supported the only colors of green and pink, much like her hair and eyes, in a symmetrical pattern.

Absently, he wondered if she could fly.

.tbc.

Flames are ignored, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, and praise is great for the ego. XD