"Save My Earth"
By yours truly, absent writer.
Yes, that's right, I'm starting yet another story even though I haven't updated my old stories yet. And I will! But first I want to get a chapter or two of this story out of my head to make sure I don't forget it, and I've already planned out the first 12 chapters or so. After that I'm not sure, but this story is going to be a lot longer-winded than my old ones, so it'll be a while before I get there. So bear with me.
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The heaven, even the heavens, are the Lord's: but the earth hath He given to the children of men. (Ps. 115:16)
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"Teacher, where do we come from?" This was the ever-present loaded question Yami had to deal with on a daily basis. No matter what answer he gave there was always an inevitable 'why?' at the end of it. Still, as he had been entrusted with teaching the youngest angels about the world, he would do his best.
"We come from the tree of life, of course. Don't you remember the day you hatched?"
"But why?"
Yami groaned and flared his wings, and the air currents generated easily knocked the youthful-looking angels through the air. He wasn't the Angel of Wind for nothing, though he rarely used his powers. The one who had asked the question sputtered and flapped his half-formed, downy wings in vain to right himself, "I mean, I asked onna the other teachers about why some of us look a little different, like Sere…serenity and he said that when a boy angel and a girl angel get together they---" With another sharp flap Yami cut him off before he could start corrupting the rest of them.
"Let me guess, you were talking with Marik?"
"AND NO OTHER!!" a shout echoed down as another angel approached. Unlike Yami he had tanned skin familiar to angels of fire but his pure white wings that burst from his shoulders were identical. Despite the gaudy jewelry he was fond of wearing it was easy to recognize him anyway, the aura of withering heat immediately clued you in.
As soon as he got within a few yards Yami started herding the younger angels behind him as in his enthusiasm Marik could very well blow the still-developing feathers right off of them.
"Have you been messing around with my lesson plan again? It's hard enough to explain these things what with your talk of…uh…" he suddenly became aware of the dozen or so eyes watching him curiously below windswept locks, "birds and the bees" he finished lamely. He groaned as the children began to clamor over what the birds and the bees were exactly.
"You…you…" he growled, turning to face Marik who was still smirking innocently.
"Wise instructor?" he offered.
"Idiot! That's humans, not angels! And furthermore—' Yami began ranting incoherently. Ever since Marik had gained the rank of High Thrones he had been constantly traveling to Earth and back, which was where he was getting the jewelry from.
Why is he so interested in humans? He thought to himself before the sight of Marik distributing candy (probably stolen) from some human store to his students sent him off on new levels of anger.
A few memorable minutes later Yami had hurled Marik a few hundred yards away with his winds and recollected his class around him in the relative safety of the upper gardens.
Though they were normally used as training grounds the shaded areas would do as a classroom, and today he would at long last tell them what exactly lay below the cloud cover they were so accustomed to.
"Does anyone know what Earth is?" A few chubby hands raised timidly.
"Yes, Mokuba" as he pointed to one of the younger angels with long black hair.
"I asked Serenity and she said that it was…a whole other world! And it's got angels like us only they got no wings and then something about going to sleep and—"
"Yes, that's exactly right" Yami interrupted him there.
"The beings down there are called humans, and there are a few portals between their world and ours, but only some of the higher angels like myself can go through them. I usually don't but as you may have noticed Marik likes to—"
"Well you need to just culture yourself a bit more" said Marik as he popped up out of nowhere, looking on slightly worse after his ordeal. One of his signature golden earrings had been blown off, and Marik fingered his ear agitatedly.
"Ah Yami! The piercing's sealed up again! Just because someone doesn't like cramming his inflated head through the portal doesn't mean you do this!"
Yami sighed and rubbed his temples slowly. He was too tired to even drive off Marik again.
"Anyway, as I was saying, this guy visits Earth way too often. And as Mokuba mentioned, humans are like us in intelligence and in the soul that is immortal. But the difference is that they can die—"
Marik jumped in here, "Yes! And you know what I found out?! After they die their soul, which is identical to ours, just goes wandering around after they die! Like it all meant nothing—"
Yami cut him off, "The difference is that they can die, which they all do eventually, and their soul goes to wander in limbo, which is basically a blank space between the worlds—
"So in other words they just get thrown away, like trash. It would be kinder to kill them. And you know, since they're like us they can commit crimes too, but it doesn't matter what they do, they all end up in limbo…" Marik huffed angrily.
Both angels were riled up now, and to prevent any real fighting which could hurt the younger angels they both sat down and stared down over all of Heaven to calm down. Still grumbling about Marik and puzzling over his passion for these 'humans', Yami caught sight of two angels flying side by side in the corner of his eye. He turned his head to gaze at them fully, and noted how they were gliding gently on the thermals, their wingtips just barely touching, an intimate gestures among the angels. He sighed, If only I could and his thoughts drifted to one other of the great angels of Heaven. Beside him Marik was still cooling off, and at the sight of those two angels he too began to mull on some other secrets. They had finally quieted into a tense truce when--
"Drop something?" and a familiar golden earring was jangled right in front of them, held by two thin, pale fingers. They both whirled around.
"Bakura!!"
The children scattered around and regrouped behind Yami and Marik as they were not as familiar with this angel. He was said to be very understanding and everyone they knew seemed to care for him, but nevertheless as he sat on the left hand of God they were still nervous. Supposedly he had the power to manipulate water.
The said angel towered over them, in brown boots and a long blue trenchcoat that fell to his knees and buttoned across his chest and throat. He hovered slightly in the air without even moving his silver wings, one of the more unique colors in Heaven. His dark clothing served in contrast to his pale, almost clear skin and wild white hair.
And in his gloved right hand he held one of Marik's earrings.
With a triumphant gaze he added, "I found this…floating in the breeze when I came back from the throne room. Fighting again?" he teased Marik and Yami, both of which had descended into a slightly embarrassed silence. Noting the unnatural quiet, he tossed the earring at Marik and said, "What's with you guys? Arguing about Earth again? And you'd better hide those earrings, here comes Kaiba…"
He straightened up to greet the taller stern-looking angel who was coming right at them, or rather, right at the guilty-looking Marik like a hawk on a mouse.
"Marik…" he said calmly once he arrived, ignoring the children who were struck in awe at being in the presence of all 4 great angels as well as Yami and Bakura, "Have you been to Earth again?"
"Yeah…"
"For what?"
"To…" he racked his mind searching for an answer. "To explore the excessive consumerism found there?"
"The only excessive consumer here is you, Marik!!!"
He immediately began yelling and the plants sprouting in the garden started growing long, nasty-looking thorns and began wrap around Marik's feet. With a sigh Yami and Bakura began picking up the younger angels who had yet to learn how to fly properly out of the way of the thorns who had already reached knee-level.
Smiling slightly Bakura set down two of them in one of the more friendly-looking trees that was less likely to succumb to Kaiba's will/torture Marik and then headed out of the shade to the practice range.
From beneath his coat he drew out a long, somewhat unremarkable sword and gripped it in both hands. He twirled it once, twice, and then it began spinning in circles with a flick of the wrist and the dull metal began to shine. The shine of light reflecting off the water that suddenly began flowing out of the blade, and with a heave Bakura swung the sword into the ground. The water that had been peacefully spinning the air a moment ago followed the blade into the ground and began bursting out of cracks heading toward a distant target. A faint thud sound was heard as the target was split into pieces and Bakura turned to face the struggling Marik, who by now was up to his kneck in the vines which were curiously resistant to the flames that kept bursting out between them.
Kaiba was focused entirely on him, apparently determined to actually kill him this time. Bakura stabbed his sword into the ground again, and for a moment nothing happened. Yami looked at his feet and saw the formerly lush earth suddenly go dry and turn into dust, and he looked at the vines wrapped around Marik. Rather than wrap around his throat like Kaiba was likely trying to do instead they were drying out and their leaves and thorns were crumpling and falling to the ground.
Kaiba saw what was happening and looked between Marik and Bakura, clearly unable to decide between which to kill first. At last he snapped his fingers and the vines were released, and Bakura drew his sword back from the earth, allowing the water to replenish itself.
"We still need him alive to pay back his debts" he said with a smile, sheathed his weapon, and took off to the levels below.
The others were left wondering what they could have done against that, as Bakura rarely, if ever, showed any sign of his power.
"Hi everyone!!!" and the rest of the group turned to see the new arrival. The high-pitched voice told them immediately that it was Serenity, one of the few female angels living in Heaven. The new generation that was in Yami's class was all males, albeit immature ones, and said class was already eagerly stumbling to grab onto Serenity's feet. She gave them a warm smile but sternly told them to go play below, and Yami gave them a gentle boost with a warm gust of wind. They struggled in vain, some using the female angel as an anchor but within a few seconds all were scattered like dandelion seeds.
Though not a member of the Great Thrones Serenity still held a high position among them. She was lacking any elemental affinities, but she had an uncommon insight and understanding of character that allowed her to easily bend anyone to her will. As a result, she served as a negotiator in all arguments, though as of yet none had erupted into fighting, except in Marik and Kaiba's case.
Upon landing she took note of Marik's disheveled, aka massacred appearance and the changed position of the trees.
"Was Bakura here?" she asked eagerly as the cracks in the ground were unmistakably his handiwork.
"What do you want him for?" Yami asked as Marik was still pulling dead leaves out of his mouth, which apparently had been trying to choke him.
She grinned sweetly. "Nothing, really. I just wanted to say hi!!! Also, we have some sort of meeting to attend. Apparently somebody," and she slanted her head meaningfully at Marik, "has been complaining about the status of Earth". Immediately the aura around Kaiba fouled, but subsided when Serenity dragged them all away, following the faint light trail Bakura had left behind.
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First chappie finished! Anyway, some of you may have noticed that I borrowed (stole) the title from a manga series. I haven't read that series, all I know is that is has something to do with the moon and it has a great cover. Don't expect any plot similarities, though it could happen.
I got the idea for this story from a friend and it's going to be one of my more talkie-type stories. Usually I prefer action but this one's more for drama. You don't have to read it if you don't want to, and if you do be sure to review. It's the only way I know if anyone is actually reading this. And no worries, I'm busy now but once summer comes I'll be writing all the time so all my stories will be updated. Maybe even the one that I left on hiatus cough ditched. It's not YGO, if that's what you want to know.
R&R EVERYONE!!!