A Demon's Angel
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This is dedicated to malory79080! Enjoy Mal! I've worked really hard on planning this for youuuu! (Since you love Ikari and love Paul. ^.^ ) It's an early b-day present because I don't want to wait til your actual birthday... Instead, my goal will be to complete this fanfiction on your birthday, so...there's a win-win situation, right? ;)
FYI: This fanfic will get an update once a month!
Paul is 18 and Dawn is 16
Those who are unloved fall into darkness. It's not that they choose too, it's that they cannot help the sinking, and falling forever that overcomes them.
Those who are loved rise up. They care for others, and try to spread as much of their kindness as possible to those who need it most.
Autumn leafs fell silently on the sidewalk; a chilly wind breezed lazily through the neighborhood, whipping a small girl's hair in every which direction.
Stopping to brush her hair back, the girl shivered; the red button up coat was nice, but it didn't do much for her freezing legs. She sniffed, and pulled out a handkerchief; the weather always caused her to have horrid allergies. Blowing her nose, she looked around before quickly stuffing the piece of cloth into her pocket.
School had been as slow as usual; she was either ignored, or stared at; perhaps it was her looks? She twisted some of her hair in thought as she walked towards her apartment; since she was living alone, her old orphanage graciously paid for room and board, but she was to take care of upkeep and food; that meant she needed a job. Fortunately, being sixteen, she was eligible for one.
Reaching into her purse, the girl dug around for the keys; it took a bit, but she found them, and fumbled with her cold hands before jamming the key into the lock, and turning it. Pushing the door open, the girl stepped into the foyer, and pushed the door shut, causing it to click upon closing. She dumped her belonging onto the counter in the kitchen once she turned to the right and headed through the door frame.
Neither the thought of school or her job crossed her mind as she hurried to make something for supper. Setting a pot on the stove, she twisted the knob, turning it on, and flames curled up from underneath. She poured a couple cups of water into the pot, and watched as it slowly began to simmer, before dumping a box of noodles in.
The phone rang, and she headed over to it, grasping it and holding it up to her ear. "Yes?" she said.
"Dawn, could you please come down and work a shift tonight?" came the voice of her boss.
The girl blinked for a moment, then responded with a simple-"Yes."
"Good. Come by at five o'clock sharp. Bye now." The phone began buzzing, signaling the end of the call, and Dawn set it back down on the receiver. She yelped as she noticed the water was bubbling over, and quickly turned down the heat. Glancing at the electric numbers on her clock, she noted the time: 3:55. She would have to eat plain noodles and raw vegetables again tonight.
Sighing, she opened her refrigerator and pulled out a plastic container of old broccoli. Dawn stood on her tiptoes and grabbed the closest plate that she could from the cabinet and dumped the content of the plastic container onto its smooth, glass surface. The noodles were done about the time she got back from setting the table for one, and strained them carefully, as to make sure she didn't burn herself. After putting the steaming noodles onto her plate, she ate her food in silence.
Once finished, she washed the dishes, and put them away. It was almost time for her to walk to her job, since it took so long to get there and she needed a head start. Tugging on her coat, she buttoned up the front, and smoothed out the red material before cramming her white cap on her head. The air was getting colder, but she forged through it, clutching her white purse as the wind shoved her too and fro.
She suddenly felt a freezing cold shock shoot down her spine, and she stopped. Looking up in the darkening sky, she saw a tall, lanky figure with black wings floating above her; his eyes were blood red.
Dawn was not one to see things, but she took no chances, and rubbed her eyes; the figure was gone, and she took the appearance of a winged young man as lack of sleep. There was no way anyone could have wings and fly. Rain began to pour, and she dashed for the cafe she was supposed to work at.
Wringing out her hair, she stopped inside the dressing room.
"Dawn?" the manager said in confusion. "Why are you all wet?"
"It's raining," Dawn replied, and hung up her coat to let it dry out.
The woman glanced out the window. "Indeed it is," she said, then turned back to the shivering girl. "Well, as soon as you've changed and got feeling back into your fingers, go and take Leaf's place. She's been working hard all day, and she needs a break; college students shouldn't push themselves so hard when they need to be focusing on studying, but...what can I say."
The manager walked away, shaking her head, as Dawn slipped out of her white hoodie and green jeans and pulled on black slacks and a pressed white button up. Pulling her hair into a ponytail, the teen girl exited the dressing room and headed for the front counter. The cafe was small, and had the air of an upper class establishment; dark green curtains covered the windows and white tablecloths at every available seating arrangement; even the floor was carpeted in a royal blue.
Dawn stopped at the cash register, and smiled at the brunette next to her. "Thank you," the older girl said. "I've been working all day, and I have an exam tomorrow. You're a lifesaver." Wiping her brow, the college girl headed into the back to change and leave.
She stopped and looked back. "Is it just me Dawn...or do you look like an angel today?"
The blunette just frowned at her. "I...don't think I do," she replied.
Leaf shrugged. "Take it as a compliment," she said. "I'm surprised you don't have boys falling for you one after another."
Dawn waved as Leaf left, and turned back to her post. Ever since she had hit the age of thirteen, boys ignored her, acting as if she didn't exist; girls only talked to her if they had too, but it wasn't out of hate or anything like that; she just didn't matter to them.
The sound of the bell ringing signaled Dawn to look up at a new arrival. A young man in a adorned in black walked in with his hands in his pockets; the hair that haloed around his head was a deep purple. He headed over to Dawn, and looked up at the menu above her head. Dawn blinked; he resembled the figure she'd mistaken as real only a while ago. Perhaps she could see the future?
She shook her head, and glanced back at the customer. He spoke, but she didn't hear him.
"E-excuse me," she said. "I didn't quite catch that." His eyes finally flitted over to catch hers; they were blood red.
She suddenly felt a shock go through her, and jerked back, bumping into the coffee machine behind her. Why was she acting like this? He just had an odd eye coloration, she should just take his order and give it to him.
"Sorry..." she said. "I had a chill."
"Some chill," he said, and she pursed her lips. He gave her his order, and she made it for him quickly, and handed the red eyed man his black coffee. In exchange, he gave her the appropriate amount for the drink. His fingertips lingered when they placed the money in her hands, and Dawn could've sworn that she felt them burn her. She smiled at the customer, and he gave her a curt nod before heading over to a seat and setting himself down.
Dawn let out a wispy sigh, and went back to work as more customers slowly leaked in, trying to escape the sudden downpour and warm themselves up with something hot. Dawn was handing a rolled up receipt to a business woman when she felt eyes on her. She glanced over and saw the red eyed young man was sipping his drink at looking at her. Dawn quickly turned away and handed change back to the woman before her and told her the same line she always said: "please come again!"
Dawn was cleaning the coffee machine when she heard the door open; turning, she watched as the red eyed figure disappears out into the gloom. She stared after him. She didn't know why...but he seemed like a dark angel; mysterious, yet beautiful at the same time.
Dawn entered her apartment; she was tired and felt her eyes beginning to close on their own. Dropping her belonging in the entryway, she stumbled to the back of her apartment for a quick bath before heading straight to bed. Lucky for her, it was Saturday tomorrow, and she wouldn't have to get up until she woke, for her shift was late in the afternoon.
After blow drying her hair, and slipping into a plain tank top and monkey printed pajama pants, she dove into bed, and curled up, snuggling into the warmth of the sheets. Sleep over took her quickly, as she was exhausted.
She knew not of the figure standing on the roof of her apartment complex, whose black wings were spread, blocking out the light of the moon.
~Fin Chapter 1