Author's Note: Sorry it's so short~ It's just meant to be cute. ^_^ I don't own the characters or Angel Sanctuary~
and it's not yaoi. I can't even imagine SevothtarteXMetatron D:
edit: it originally had indenting....but for some reason it's not showing up. T^T
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"Sevy! Sevy!" Metatron shouted, quite loudly, one morning, while rummaging around through various things in his room. He ran over to the opposite side of the room, with his nanny following close behind him. "Now, Metatron, I'm sure he's busy--" She tried to convince the boy to sit still for a moment, but Sevothtarte had already arrived in the room. "Sevy!" the boy exclaimed, running up to him, "I, I have a present for you, Sevy, I just can't remember where I put it..can, can you help me, Sevy?" the young boy glanced up at Sevy. "Er, I suppose so." His voice a little unsure, Sevy agreed.
"Yay!" Metatron jumped up, and, grabbing Sevothtarte's hand, dashed out of the room.
"Metatron, slow yourself!" Sevy cried out as they were speeding down the hallway. Where in the world is this boy-- he thought, as Metatron suddenly took a sharp turn,down the other hall, but Sevy barely saw it coming. Metatron's arm yanked around the corner, as the Prime Minister pummelled face-first into the wall, with a deafening BOOM.
The whole world just seemed to..freeze. Metatron's innocent little eyes grew wide, as he gazed at Sevy. Then, after what seemed like forever, reality hit him. "SEVY!! I-I'm so..SORRY!" the small angel wailed, pulling Sevy's arm. His face in complete and utter shock, Sevy slowly glared at Metatron. "Metatron.." He muttered, frightening the poor seraph. Sevothtarte, calm yourself down. he thought, but his eyes were still menacing. Sighing, he softened his expression. "Metatron, let's continue our search." Sevy said, striding down the hall, with his silver hair flowing behind him. Metatron had to run to catch up with the man, his legs being very shorter in comparison. "Describe your present to me, Metatron."
"Um..well, it's..." Metatron stuttered for a moment. The older man slowed his pace. "Do you even have any idea where this gift is? It could make this very eas--" he started to ask, but was cut off as Metatron tugged Sevy's hand, pulling him lower and into a hug. Metatron giggled, and let go of him.
"But Sevy, that was my present!" Sevothtarte looked at Metatron, then his eyes quickly darted away. Fortunately for Sevy, his mask didn't show a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. "C-come on, Metatron, let's return you to your nanny." Sevy said, taking the boy's hand and leading him back to his room, so his nanny could look after him.