This would be my first time making an Eyeshield 21 fic. And I'm making one for my favorite pairing in this series – HirumaMamori. Hehe.
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The two other character here – Rem and Tomoe, as you all notice, are from other animes. Rem is Amane Misa's shinigami in Death Note and Tomoe (Yukishiro Tomoe, in the anime) is Kenshin Himura's first wife.
If you all know the anime Angel Sanctuary (Tenshi Kinryouku), you might be familiar of one character I included here – Seraphim Metatron. You know, the young boy that Sevothtarte (the villain) manipulated. The one supposed to be in-charge if Alexiel and Rosiel were gone. Bla, bla. Enough of that. Anyway, here it is…
"To see the angel in the malady requires an eye for the invisible, a certain blinding of one eye and an opening of the other to elsewhere."
CUT OFF MY WINGS
Chapter 1
Unguarded Mission
We feel isolated and lonely, and it's not necessary. Each of us has a guardian angel who works with us as much as we will allow... but we all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels. God assures us that his angels are always nearby, ready to help. This is what matters. Angels (it's said) would be often unable to tell whether they moved among living or dead. The eternal torrent whirls all the ages through either realm for ever, and sounds above their voices in both. There is, therefore, a more perfect intellectual life in the angels. In them the intellect does not proceed to self-knowledge from anything exterior, but knows itself through itself. So far as the Angels are recipients of that spiritual heat and light they are loves and wisdoms, not loves and wisdoms for themselves, but from the Lord.
It is impossible to see the Angel unless you first have a notion of it. And whoever disbelieves in God and his angels and his books and his messengers and the last day, he indeed strays far away.
The great Seraphim Metatron is the guardian of all guardian angels. Few know his actual features and existence, except his prized assistants – Tomoe, Rem, and Mamori.
Why these three? First of all, they were the embodiment of perfection. Tomoe is a beautiful angel with soft, flowing blonde hair, kind hazel eyes, and an entirely besotting facial feature. No one can object to her loud beauty and grace.
Rem is the young male angel of the group. Made from the softest green grass of the fields in Heaven's fourth circle, his hair is that of the most vibrant green, eyes of deep purple and an entirely masculine, haughty expression that everyone found so alluring. If ever temptation existed in heaven, he is the perfect object of obsession. But no. Love existed however, and many loved him.
Mamori, a young soul of a kind teenager who turned to an angel, is the complete opposite of the two mentioned earlier. She was the only angel who descended from a human being. Truly, her physical beauty is remarkable. She had shoulder-length, chestnut hair, porcelain skin, the most enchanting smile and entirely perfect features. What sets her apart? Her eyes. They weren't kind, piteous, and soft. They were intelligent, assessing, and defiant. Her voice like other angels, was musical, but if she chooses it becomes hard and strong. Perhaps that was why she was Metatron's special favorite. She was different.
These three carried out special missions together. They guarded special humans who are about to be linked by something in their lives.
In other words, they were the ones assigned the most difficult tasks among all other guardian angels. They didn't complain, for dissatisfaction was nonexistent in the Heaven we all cherish for.
Guardian angels such as themselves watch over their human 'partners' in the background. No one can see them unless they choose to let themselves be seen. Every command of the great Metatron should be obeyed without delay and mistake for his word is God's word.
In the three angels' chamber…
"Are you finished Rem-kun?" Tomoe asked gently.
"Yep," Rem said, flopping down the silk bed. "It was exhausting. My first solo mission in the real world, without any of you guys along. It was so boring."
"You know, you're starting to be like Mamori-chan," Tomoe said.
"No one deprived us of free will."
"I know, but this complaining thing isn't like you."
"Sorry. But Metatron-sama said that it was alright to say your thoughts aloud once in a while. He didn't exactly forbid it."
Tomoe sighed and looked at the girl about to enter their chambers.
"Rem-kun!" Mamori said cheerfully, flying to Rem in excitement and wrestling him.
Rem laughed merrily. "Hey! Stop it. You're killing me!"
Mamori chuckled. "How was the mission?"
"That billionaire was a hardened man," Rem said, winking. "But he's no match for my life-changing powers."
"But did Metatron-sama grant your request of being a human?" Mamori asked curiously.
Rem nodded. "I applied to be his assistant for a month. The job was easy, but the women! Whew! They won't leave me alone!"
"It's because Rem-kun is so handsome," Mamori said, kissing Rem's cheek affectionately.
Rem's cheeks reddened slightly. "Hey, hey, stop flattering me. That's bad."
"But you blushed," Tomoe commented, looking at Rem in an inscrutable manner.
Just then, another angel by the name of Lily came to them.
"Tomoe-sama, Rem-sama, Mamori-sama," she said. "Metatron-sama wants to see you."
"Another mission?" Mamori said, exasperated.
"Rem envies you, Mamori-chan," Tomoe said, smiling gently. "You can complain incessantly."
"I do not!" Mamori said.
"So do I!" Rem added.
"Hai, hai," Tomoe said, waving her hand in defeat.
The three went off obediently, meeting their master.
"You called for us, Metatron-sama?" Tomoe said.
Seraphim Metatron faced his favorite team of guardian angels and smiled at them. Anyone who was given the honor to meet this celestial being face to face was sure to tremble in awe in his presence. His aura bespoke of power, gentleness and intelligence. And to think, he's only one of God's chosen few to govern parts of heaven. What if you meet God Himself?
An angel with the most stunning light purple hair and softest chocolate-brown eyes – a beautiful young man – that was Seraphim Metatron.
"I have a special task for the three of you," he said. "I won't be calling for you if any angel could do it."
"It is our pleasure to do anything you desire us to do Metatron-sama," Rem said, bowing slightly.
"Lately, that hasn't been the case, has it, Rem-san?" Metatron said, smiling at the other young man.
Rem blushed. "I am deeply sorry for complaining so much, Metatron-sama. Any punishment would be accepted."
"No need," Metatron said. "You are already forgiven by God before you had that thought. And I see Mamori-chan's influence is truly contagious."
"Ne," Mamori said, pouting.
Metatron chuckled. "Alright, straight to the mission. I want you three to guard three Japanese beings on Earth. They seemed to be entangled in something quite difficult. And this time, the subject of difficulty would be in Mamori's hands?"
"My hands?!"
"Of course. Rem and Tomoe's special tasks are over. You are the only one left."
Mamori frowned. "Hai, Metatron-sama."
"Where's your fiery spirit, Mamori-chan? Don't be so down. You can do this," Metatron encouraged.
"Who are the people, Metatron-sama?" Tomoe asked.
Metatron waved his hand and presented three floating clouds showing three humans. The first one was that of a teenage boy with unruly deep brown hair with a look of constant confusion and fear on his face. He was walking towards a storage room alone.
The other one was that of a girl with dark blue hair and a constant smiling expression. She wore roller blades and was skating along the street on the way to school.
The third was a bit unusual. It was a laptop – the portable computer device angels often talk of wishing to have in heaven. His face was completely covered. Judging from the way the human sat, or rather slumped, it was a young man. A few of his spiky, blonde hair was poking from behind the laptop as he furiously typed away. A couple of 'pops' were heard indicating that he was chewing gum.
"The other one seems so wild," Rem observed.
"Well, they are your mission," Metatron said. "The boy in the first show is Kobayakawa Sena, a boy constantly bullied and lives his life in fear. He is now having the change of his life because he is taken as an American Football running back in his school's team, the Deimon Devil Bats."
"American Football?" Rem exclaimed, grinning. "Sweet!"
"Now, he is secretly given the role Eyeshield 21 and is now a star known by many students. Although no one knows Sena is Eyeshield 21," Metatron continued.
"Cool! Secret Identity!" Rem said again.
"And he will be guarded by Tomoe-san."
"Why not me?" Rem said, frowning.
"Patience, Rem," Metatron said. "This girl is Taki Suzuna. She's a cheerleader of the Deimon Devil Bats American Football club and she recently found her missing brother in America. She is now undergoing her life changes when she fell in love with Eyeshield 21. But she still has to find out that this boy is Kobayakawa Sena."
"Oh," Mamori said. "How lovely."
Metatron smiled. "And you will be guarding her, Rem."
"Okay," Rem said. "As long as she's related to American Football. I love that human sport!"
"So you love violence?" Tomoe said.
"No!" Rem argued.
"And I guess this last boy is mine?" Mamori said.
"Yes," Metatron replied. "His name is Hiruma Youichi, the person responsible for these other two people meeting together. And other people for that matter. He is the captain and quarterback of the Deimon Devil Bats. His characteristic that'll make this task challenging for Mamori-chan? He manifests the devil himself."
"Nani?" Rem and Tomoe chorused.
"That's not too bad," Mamori said. "There're more people in the world who're worse than him. And he's still a high school student."
"I wouldn't be so sure, Mamori-chan," Metatron said.
And as he said that, the boy named Hiruma's hand shot out from behind the keyboard and grabbed a gun, toying with it in his fingers.
"That's probably a toy gun," Mamori said.
As if to prove her wrong, an earsplitting shout came from behind the laptop. A blur of blonde hair and Hiruma Youichi was gone from sight.
But his voice still floated in the air.
"What are you doing here, you fucking shrimps?! GO TO THE DAMN PRACTICE ALREADY!" he shouted, followed by a tirade of gunshots and the sound of yelling people and a stampede.
Tomoe gasped. Rem snorted. Mamori frowned.
"Good luck!" Metatron called out as his team left.
"Hiruma Youichi," Mamori said, massaging her forehead.
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