Fire and Flame: Prologue
Pairing: Yaoi. Maybe KatoxMika, not sure yet.
Summary: After the end of AS, Kato had been rebuilt by Uriel and now broods most time over Kira. Until Uriel decides to get him a trainer. Meet Michael, the very grumpy andconstantly sleep-deprived Archangel of Fire and War.
„You are really troublsome."
Kato didn't look up from where he sat on the stairs, leading to Uriel's private little garden. The Archangel of Earth stood before him, his dark skin colour contrasting nicely with his black hair. Doll, now occupying the body of a little animal, sat on one of his crossed arms and stared down at the blonde junky with piercing black eyes.
"Oh shut up, I did nothing wrong! Why are you pissed now?", Kato asked and titled his head up to look at Uriel.
"Your soul, your feelings, they are a mess.", the Angel of Earth stated. "You still feel betrayal."
"And? Gotta problem with that?"
"No. You just seem to want revenge that badly I decided to get someone to train you."
Kato scrutinized Uriel sceptically while a puff of smoke left the end of his cigarette.
"I think you will understand each other quite well. Michael will come by in two hours. Be ready in time."
While the Archangel stalked out of his garden, Kato tilted his head back further to watch the higher branches swing lightly in a warm breeze.
Michael? He remembered the kid vaguely; red hair, monstrous sword and something with fire, right? The little red-head seemed to have some kind of connection with Luzifer but at that time Kato had been to delirious from his dying body to pay any mind to their banter.
So Uriel thought it would be a good idea to let the kid train him. Kato snorted at the mere thought of it. In what should Michael train him? Swinging swords the size of one's own body around, or what? Or doing these fire tricks he seemed to be so fond of?
There was a slight creak and Kato was rattled out of his thoughts. He looked around but couldn't find the cause of the noise. Another creak. And another. And then suddenly something crashed trough the glass roof of the garden and sent flying sharp splinters everywhere. Kato scrambled out of the way with a yelp, his cigarette falling from his slack lips. There was one word over and over repeated in his mind /Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!.../ and at the same time was said out loud by Michael, who had, indeed, just added a very undecorative hole to Uriel's glass roof.