A Fallen Angel
Chapter1: The Fallen Angel
By: Akira006
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon! !
Hotaru walked through the dark deserted streets of the back alleys of Tokyo. She wasn't afraid at all. She was
protected by her gang, the Dark Angels. She smiled, remembering the tattoo of black wings on her shoulder. She held her
jacket tighter around her as an eerie wind picked up. She walked through the puddles of dirty water and didn't care that the
air was nothing but smog. This was the part of town where you didn't come unprotected else you could possibly lose your life.
Hotaru looked at her feet and continued walking. Her eyes widened when she noticed she had just stepped in a puddle of . . .
blood. She gulped and looked around nervously. She gripped the pistol in her jacket tightly. She carefully walked forward and
kept her eyes open and her senses high. She kept on walking and looked down again. It seemed like whoever it was, was dragged
and she was going in the direction of which she would either find a body or a dying person. Hotaru didn't know wether to go
forward or not. If she took the long way, she would have to pass by the Les Miserables gang, the Dark Angel's enemies. It's
ok, if she saw anyone, she would run and not look back. She convinced herself. She continued to walk forward trying to keep
looking forward and not for a limp, bloody corpse. She was about to be out of the alley and sighed before she heard a low
moan of pain and agony. Her heart was suddenly in her throat and she was frozen in her tracks.
Hotaru heard the moan again followed by a weak, " . . . h-Help-p . . ." She started to slightly shake. She couldn't
just leave whoever it was to die could she? But she didn't want to see whoever it was either. She didn't want to be a part of
it.
She sighed heavily and called out, "Is someone there?!" Well, duh! Baka, there's a person dying in this alley! She
mentally hit herself.
She heard the same low, hoarse" . . . h-Help-p . . ."
"Where are you?!" She asked as she looked around nervously. This was definently a bad idea. A while of silence went
by. "Hello?!"
"H-h-He-re!" The voice called out as loud as it could. Hotaru looked in the direction of the voice. She saw a pile of
boxes stacked so as to hide something. She knew that's where it was. She took one step and then another before stopping in
fear. " . . . h-Help-p . . ." Was the same low moan. Hotaru closed her eyes tightly before sighing and walking forward
bravely. She moved a few boxes and peeked over the rest. Her eyes met a guy just about her age, maybe older, lying in a
puddle of his own blood. He had one eye open and it looked so sad that Hotaru felt like crying for this poor guy. She moved
the rest of the boxes quickly and knelt next to him. She could feel his cold blood go through the knees of her pants and meet
her skin. He was terribly wounded and wouldn't live without intense medical attention. Hotaru gulped. She couldn't possibly
get this guy to the ER in time to save him. There was only one option left, but she didn't want to do it. Her eyes met his
again and she wanted to help him so badly at that moment. She closed her eyes and brought her hands to his body, one resting
on his heart, the other on his forehead. She concentrated her energy and felt sparks of energy on the tip of her fingers.
She concentrated her energy into her hands which soon glowed a beautiful purple light. She then transferred enough of her
energy to the guy so that he would live and she would actually be able to walk and not faint. She sighed heavily and brought
her hands to rest on her thighs as she looked down at the guy. His eyes blinked open and he focused on her face. He sat up
and looked at himself. Every terrible wound was now only a scratch or cut.
"How are you feeling?" Hotaru asked at last.
He looked up at her. "Am I alive?" He almost whispered.
Hotaru nodded and stood up. He stood up as well and his eyes never left her face. He looked down at the puddle of his
blood. He wasn't sure if this was the one he was looking for. Only one question could answer that. "Are you angel?" He asked
suddenly.
Hotaru smiled proudly. "Dark Angel." She let the shoulder of her jacket fall down to reveal the tattoo. "Who are you
anyways?"
The guy took a sideways glance. "I have no name . . . but if you must call me something, I'm known as Serafin."
"Well, Serafin, I really need to be going." Hotaru said turning around to leave.
"Wait." He said and grabbed her wrist. "Please, wait."
Hotaru turned around and just then noticed how incredibly handsome he was. He seemed to always look at her eyes. She
looked down to avoid that.
"I don't . . . have a home."He pleaded.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about that." Hotaru said looking up. Bad idea because she became lost in his
deep silvery blue eyes. She suddenly wanted to run into his arms, but of course restrained herself.
"I don't remember who I am . . . I can only remember as far back as this week . . . I can explain it . . . I feel
like-like you're the angel I've been looking for . . . because I'm a . . ." He trailed off. Hotaru was surprise at that
moment to just then feel his aura. "I feel yours too." He commented as though he read her mind. Hotaru took a step back and
looked him up and down.
"Who or what are you?" She asked in fear.
He shrugged his shoulders hopelessly. "I'm a fallen angel."
Hotaru smiled and shook her head in disbelief. "A fallen angel? Yea, right."
His face was serious and he pointed. Hotaru looked where he was pointing and gasped. His blood . . . it was silver.
She quickly looked at him.
"Please, help me . . ." He pleaded. Hotaru turned around and began walking.
She looked back at him, "Aren't you coming?" He smiled and walked beside her. There was an awkward silence between
them. Every now and then Hotaru would glance at him. He was certainly handsome enough to be an angel. His deep silvery blue
eyes and dark brown, almost black hair. Hotaru finally saw her apartment and reached in her jacket, pulling out her keys. She
led him up the stairs to the fourth floor and down the hall. She unlocked her door and walked in. He followed behind her in
silence.
"Uh," Hotaru started. "Are you hungry or thirsty?"
He looked at her and shook his head.
She felt like he wanted to say something and Hotaru had to keep containing these urges to kiss him and for him to
hold her. "Would you like to take a shower?" She asked.
"Yea, thanks." He replied. Hotaru just realized what a sexy voice he had. She mentally hit herself. No, you are not
falling for this guy!
"I'll get you a change of clothes. The bathroom is down the hall and the second door on your right." Hotaru said
before turning around and walking to her room. She had some clothes that her old roommate, he was a guy, had left. She
grabbed a white shirt and some jeans. Hopefully, the guys were about the same size. She heard the shower running and her
heart was in her throat. Why did he make her feel this way? She knocked on the door and soon it opened to reveal Serafin with
a towel wrapped around his waist. Oh, my God! Hotaru's eyes widened at his lean muscular body. The light glistened off his
wet skin. His wet hair was now in his eyes. He had perfectly formed abs and-and Hotaru suddenly wanted to see what was
underneath the towel . . . Dear God . . . Hotaru's knees were about to go out. She quickly handed him the clothes and walked
out, closing the door behind her. She walked over to the couch and sat down on it. She whimpered at the fact that yes, she
was falling for this guy. She turned on the TV and flipped the channels. She didn't notice Serafin walk in and sit next to
her until she felt the couch go up a little. She looked over and felt like swooning. He hadn't buttoned the shirt up all the
way so it was showing part of his chest. The pants fit him perfectly. She just then noticed he had on a long necklace with a
pendent. The chain was thin silver and she couldn't tell what the pendent was though. She hadn't realized, she had leaned
over and grabbed the pendent and was looking at it. It seemed to be glass, but looked like it had a creamy white mist inside.
Suddenly images started flashing before her eyes. They were horrible images . . . people were dying horrible deaths . . .
pleading for their lives . . . knives where being shoved into the people . . . fire was burning everywhere but yet it was
infinite darkness . . . the last showed a black cross that seemed to be made of dead vines with thorns coming out of them
. . . silvery blood was slowly oozing out of a cut in a red gem in the center of the cross . . . a bright light flashed and
she felt so at peace . . . suddenly she felt like she was falling . . . the darkness was enveloping her and the light was
slowly fading before everything went black. Hotaru quickly looked away and was gasping for breath. Everything was suddenly
spinning. Hotaru fell forward and felt a pair of strong arms pick her up. She was being carried somewhere. Everything was
flashing and she couldn't focus.
She didn't know why but she whispered, " . . . Serafin . . ." Before everything went black.
A/N: I think I'm gonna stop it here . . . please review!
Chapter1: The Fallen Angel
By: Akira006
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon! !
Hotaru walked through the dark deserted streets of the back alleys of Tokyo. She wasn't afraid at all. She was
protected by her gang, the Dark Angels. She smiled, remembering the tattoo of black wings on her shoulder. She held her
jacket tighter around her as an eerie wind picked up. She walked through the puddles of dirty water and didn't care that the
air was nothing but smog. This was the part of town where you didn't come unprotected else you could possibly lose your life.
Hotaru looked at her feet and continued walking. Her eyes widened when she noticed she had just stepped in a puddle of . . .
blood. She gulped and looked around nervously. She gripped the pistol in her jacket tightly. She carefully walked forward and
kept her eyes open and her senses high. She kept on walking and looked down again. It seemed like whoever it was, was dragged
and she was going in the direction of which she would either find a body or a dying person. Hotaru didn't know wether to go
forward or not. If she took the long way, she would have to pass by the Les Miserables gang, the Dark Angel's enemies. It's
ok, if she saw anyone, she would run and not look back. She convinced herself. She continued to walk forward trying to keep
looking forward and not for a limp, bloody corpse. She was about to be out of the alley and sighed before she heard a low
moan of pain and agony. Her heart was suddenly in her throat and she was frozen in her tracks.
Hotaru heard the moan again followed by a weak, " . . . h-Help-p . . ." She started to slightly shake. She couldn't
just leave whoever it was to die could she? But she didn't want to see whoever it was either. She didn't want to be a part of
it.
She sighed heavily and called out, "Is someone there?!" Well, duh! Baka, there's a person dying in this alley! She
mentally hit herself.
She heard the same low, hoarse" . . . h-Help-p . . ."
"Where are you?!" She asked as she looked around nervously. This was definently a bad idea. A while of silence went
by. "Hello?!"
"H-h-He-re!" The voice called out as loud as it could. Hotaru looked in the direction of the voice. She saw a pile of
boxes stacked so as to hide something. She knew that's where it was. She took one step and then another before stopping in
fear. " . . . h-Help-p . . ." Was the same low moan. Hotaru closed her eyes tightly before sighing and walking forward
bravely. She moved a few boxes and peeked over the rest. Her eyes met a guy just about her age, maybe older, lying in a
puddle of his own blood. He had one eye open and it looked so sad that Hotaru felt like crying for this poor guy. She moved
the rest of the boxes quickly and knelt next to him. She could feel his cold blood go through the knees of her pants and meet
her skin. He was terribly wounded and wouldn't live without intense medical attention. Hotaru gulped. She couldn't possibly
get this guy to the ER in time to save him. There was only one option left, but she didn't want to do it. Her eyes met his
again and she wanted to help him so badly at that moment. She closed her eyes and brought her hands to his body, one resting
on his heart, the other on his forehead. She concentrated her energy and felt sparks of energy on the tip of her fingers.
She concentrated her energy into her hands which soon glowed a beautiful purple light. She then transferred enough of her
energy to the guy so that he would live and she would actually be able to walk and not faint. She sighed heavily and brought
her hands to rest on her thighs as she looked down at the guy. His eyes blinked open and he focused on her face. He sat up
and looked at himself. Every terrible wound was now only a scratch or cut.
"How are you feeling?" Hotaru asked at last.
He looked up at her. "Am I alive?" He almost whispered.
Hotaru nodded and stood up. He stood up as well and his eyes never left her face. He looked down at the puddle of his
blood. He wasn't sure if this was the one he was looking for. Only one question could answer that. "Are you angel?" He asked
suddenly.
Hotaru smiled proudly. "Dark Angel." She let the shoulder of her jacket fall down to reveal the tattoo. "Who are you
anyways?"
The guy took a sideways glance. "I have no name . . . but if you must call me something, I'm known as Serafin."
"Well, Serafin, I really need to be going." Hotaru said turning around to leave.
"Wait." He said and grabbed her wrist. "Please, wait."
Hotaru turned around and just then noticed how incredibly handsome he was. He seemed to always look at her eyes. She
looked down to avoid that.
"I don't . . . have a home."He pleaded.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about that." Hotaru said looking up. Bad idea because she became lost in his
deep silvery blue eyes. She suddenly wanted to run into his arms, but of course restrained herself.
"I don't remember who I am . . . I can only remember as far back as this week . . . I can explain it . . . I feel
like-like you're the angel I've been looking for . . . because I'm a . . ." He trailed off. Hotaru was surprise at that
moment to just then feel his aura. "I feel yours too." He commented as though he read her mind. Hotaru took a step back and
looked him up and down.
"Who or what are you?" She asked in fear.
He shrugged his shoulders hopelessly. "I'm a fallen angel."
Hotaru smiled and shook her head in disbelief. "A fallen angel? Yea, right."
His face was serious and he pointed. Hotaru looked where he was pointing and gasped. His blood . . . it was silver.
She quickly looked at him.
"Please, help me . . ." He pleaded. Hotaru turned around and began walking.
She looked back at him, "Aren't you coming?" He smiled and walked beside her. There was an awkward silence between
them. Every now and then Hotaru would glance at him. He was certainly handsome enough to be an angel. His deep silvery blue
eyes and dark brown, almost black hair. Hotaru finally saw her apartment and reached in her jacket, pulling out her keys. She
led him up the stairs to the fourth floor and down the hall. She unlocked her door and walked in. He followed behind her in
silence.
"Uh," Hotaru started. "Are you hungry or thirsty?"
He looked at her and shook his head.
She felt like he wanted to say something and Hotaru had to keep containing these urges to kiss him and for him to
hold her. "Would you like to take a shower?" She asked.
"Yea, thanks." He replied. Hotaru just realized what a sexy voice he had. She mentally hit herself. No, you are not
falling for this guy!
"I'll get you a change of clothes. The bathroom is down the hall and the second door on your right." Hotaru said
before turning around and walking to her room. She had some clothes that her old roommate, he was a guy, had left. She
grabbed a white shirt and some jeans. Hopefully, the guys were about the same size. She heard the shower running and her
heart was in her throat. Why did he make her feel this way? She knocked on the door and soon it opened to reveal Serafin with
a towel wrapped around his waist. Oh, my God! Hotaru's eyes widened at his lean muscular body. The light glistened off his
wet skin. His wet hair was now in his eyes. He had perfectly formed abs and-and Hotaru suddenly wanted to see what was
underneath the towel . . . Dear God . . . Hotaru's knees were about to go out. She quickly handed him the clothes and walked
out, closing the door behind her. She walked over to the couch and sat down on it. She whimpered at the fact that yes, she
was falling for this guy. She turned on the TV and flipped the channels. She didn't notice Serafin walk in and sit next to
her until she felt the couch go up a little. She looked over and felt like swooning. He hadn't buttoned the shirt up all the
way so it was showing part of his chest. The pants fit him perfectly. She just then noticed he had on a long necklace with a
pendent. The chain was thin silver and she couldn't tell what the pendent was though. She hadn't realized, she had leaned
over and grabbed the pendent and was looking at it. It seemed to be glass, but looked like it had a creamy white mist inside.
Suddenly images started flashing before her eyes. They were horrible images . . . people were dying horrible deaths . . .
pleading for their lives . . . knives where being shoved into the people . . . fire was burning everywhere but yet it was
infinite darkness . . . the last showed a black cross that seemed to be made of dead vines with thorns coming out of them
. . . silvery blood was slowly oozing out of a cut in a red gem in the center of the cross . . . a bright light flashed and
she felt so at peace . . . suddenly she felt like she was falling . . . the darkness was enveloping her and the light was
slowly fading before everything went black. Hotaru quickly looked away and was gasping for breath. Everything was suddenly
spinning. Hotaru fell forward and felt a pair of strong arms pick her up. She was being carried somewhere. Everything was
flashing and she couldn't focus.
She didn't know why but she whispered, " . . . Serafin . . ." Before everything went black.
A/N: I think I'm gonna stop it here . . . please review!