My Beautiful Cherub

"Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour."

1 Peter 5:8

Alright. Before we begin this tale of Biblical proportions (no pun intended, I swear) I feel it's imperative I disclose much warning. D'8

This fan fiction, and all that it stands for, can be seen as blasphemy in the eyes of many western religions, especially Christianity. I myself am undecided about my religion, but nonetheless find theology to be an extremely interesting subject. I do not want you to think I am saying 'There is no God,' I am in no way trying to twist your perceptions of God. However, if you think that this may do so, you're more than welcome to click back at any time.

I will have you know that, being myself an atheist by upbringing, took great consideration to make this fiction as biblically accurate as possible while still giving myself room for my creative juices to flow. It took a lot of work, and I hope it's visible. (However, if some things are glaringly, obviously wrong, just know that...the internet is not perfect...)

Also, this includes yaoi. Like, lemon. And a lot of cursing. So keep this in mind as well!

Anyway, I digress. I hope you enjoy~! I know it has been a joy to work on and release a little religious tension I have going on.

-xxTheInsaneOnexx

Oh and before I forget. Some of this was written while listening to The Final Showdown by Tenacious D and Dear God by XTC.

Irony?

Chapter One:

"So may all your enemies perish, O Lord! But may they who love you be like the sun when it rises in its strength." Judges 5:31

"Shots were fired today in the streets of Tehran, Iran while native and American troops tried to weaken rebellious efforts. Witnesses say the rebels were speaking obscenities, curses and things incoherent, attempting to bring many large corporations down in fire. Troops have shot a total of-"

Matt turned off the television; he wasn't in the mood for this sort of breaking news. Or any news, in general. The newscasters, sitting peacefully behind their desks in their mild-mannered life style began to piss him off more and more as days went on: speaking the news like they knew what was going on, and how to portray it. He could easily figure out for himself what was going on, if he wanted to.

Not that he really did. Ignorance was bliss: a saying he lived by.

The red head leaned back in his recliner, resting his feet on the stool in front of him. He blew out a smoke ring, the grey disk slowly rising and evaporating into nothing. He watched as it went behind the green lenses of his goggles, and sighed.

Where was he?

The blond had been gone for two weeks, much longer than his usual five day trips he took to only God knows where, and it was beginning to eat away at Matt's insides. News about rebellions and violent outbursts only made him worry: Mello could be there. Mello could be in the middle of that shit, and get hurt. And how would he know about it?

He closed his eyes, placing the fag back into his mouth in order to try and calm himself.

"Calm down," he quietly told himself, reaching toward the coffee table for his handy DS, "He's fine,"

The screen turned on, and Matt's goggles reflected the bright white light, as his stylus moved quickly about the screen, to find the game he needed to calm his nerves. This was what he was like without Mello. A wreck of nerves, a horrible hermit and most importantly, lonely. Mello was the only person in the world he really had to talk to, (other than on the internet, as his Facebook friends list was skyrocketing with every minute,) and the loss of his friend...his lover, was something that hurt deeply, no matter how often it happened.

His mind slowly was relaxing, as the pixilated images of his character went about their life, and the 8-bit music came from the speakers-he was beginning to feel better. A slow process, sure, but process all the same.

The sun outside began to set, leaving a red-orange glow on the city of Los Angeles. The day was coming to an end, and the outside traffic slowed to a crawl as husbands and fathers returned home to their expecting families. Families who would have to make sure to catch their son's football game. Families who would sit down and watch television together. Families, who despite their problems, were able to get through it all and sleep soundly, knowing they were well-off.

Matt? Matt was sitting alone in his shit-hole apartment, waiting for his blonde-badass-boyfriend to get home.

In fact, Matt wasn't even sure what Mello did to be raking in any money at all. Whenever he asked, he simply said 'mafia'. When asking further, Mello would either pretend he didn't hear the question, or say 'I lead a group and we do a bunch of illegal shit'.

As to which, Matt would say 'Thanks for that enlightening information,'

Matt loved Mello to death, but sometimes the blond seemed to revel in the idea of pissing Matt off beyond all reason.

When he woke up, the DS had long since run out of battery. The light in the room had faded, and the only spark of light he had in the dark room was from the cars and busy nightlife outside.

He awoke to a noise from the kitchen. There was no doubt he would have stayed in his peaceful sleep until early the next morning had it not been for the sound of someone. Or something.

He rose his head, mumbling lightly in his half-sleep, and glanced around. His bones ached, and he regret falling asleep on his recliner. He regret it deeply. However, the noise he heard caught his attention much more than the pain he had spreading through his bones.

A voice speaking to an unheard other, in a language he didn't understand. Of course, it was what-1 a.m.? He didn't exactly expect himself to understand something right away this early-but he certainly didn't recognize the voice.

Slowly moving out of the chair, he came to stand, and tip-toed to the kitchen, the squeaky floor boards making it quite impossible to be stealthy, and peaked the slightest to see who it was.

"Mell?"

He was pissing me off. He was pissing me off greatly. I finally get back to the apartment, walk in my door, and my phone rings. I had just gotten back from seeing the fucker, and planning with him, and he called me up not three hours later.

The door was left unlocked when I came in, a tendency he really need to stop, and pulled off my boots. The apartment was dark, and I could hear the far-off sound of music, along with the same stock sounds over and over. One of Matt's videogames...and I didn't hear him actually playing it.

He probably fell asleep. Again.

Ignoring the phone call, (if Matt were awake, I would have a hard time explaining it,) I walked into the living room, to a sight I quite expected. Matt, sprawled out on the recliner was unmoving, one hand on the coffee table holding a cigarette. He wore his same wardrobe, yet by the look of the slightest stubble on his chin he obviously hadn't bothered to shave in a few days or so.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed the cigarette he held between his index and middle finger was still lit.

Dumbass...

I picked it up, crushing in my fingers before the ember caught my poor Matty on fire. (I swear, it was only a matter of time). After discarding it into the ashtray, I brought my attention to the game system sitting in his lap. It was blinking red, and was obviously on its last leg. A smirk broke my perfect face, and I turned it off, setting it to the side.

He was so peaceful. I leaned down, as to see him better, and slowly and carefully slid those goggles away from his eyes. Beneath that layer of eyelashes, behind that red hair and beyond those freckles was Matt. My little Matty.

I smiled, and placed my lips on his forehead, pulling back slowly with that same smile on my face. He mumbled something, but didn't waken. So, the smile fading away as quickly as it came, I straightened myself, and withdrew to the kitchen.

In the window on looking the city, I could see myself. I was a mess. My thin frame, covered in leather, looked simply ragged. My hair was beginning to fade, and what seemed to add weight to my figure was the huge, oversized crucifix around my neck. It was probably what hang on my back that just emphasized the exhaust I felt inside, however.

Two pairs of wings spread from the small of my back, two on each side of my being. Well-they used to be wings. They were a mockery of what they used to be- each one looking like a rotting mass of bone and flesh, with black, dying feathers hanging from where they could. I looked like shit, and God knows I felt like it too.

Fucker.

Before I was able to delve into my angst, I felt the same vibration in my pocket, alerting me that he hadn't gotten the message. I cursed aloud under my breath, and took it from my pocket, slamming it open and holding it to my ear.

"Yeah, what the fuck do you want?"

"Oi, calm down princess," BB began, and I could hear the laughter in his voice, "I just needed to ask you about something."

I swear to Mother-Fucking-Jesus-Christ, he was a dumbass. He lived on making me feel like shit. Much like Near.

"Speak to me like that again and I'll rip your fucking head off," I hissed, yet I knew he didn't take it as a threat at all-we were already beyond that sort of fear.

"Sorry, sorry," he sighed into the phone, and I swore I heard movement behind me-must be my imagination, "But I was hoping you'd be able to tell me what exactly the point of Kira is; I don't see him bringing you any further-"

"Mell?"

I muttered a quick 'gotta go' into the phone, before slamming it shut and jumping behind me. There he stood, just as awkward and oblivious as always, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. My heart probably would have stopped right there, had it not been for a happy realization: Matt couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. (Other than, perhaps, I was talking on the phone in some weird language. But Matt was dense...he was probably safe.)

"Hey-sorry did I wake you?" Well, obviously I had. Fuck, I swear, I was an idiot sometimes.

He mumbled something before taking a step closer, looking quite confused. For a moment, I felt my stomach catch in my throat-before I felt his arms wrap around my waist. Blinking, I saw a mess of red hair in my vision...and felt the familiar warmth of Matt wash over me. The scent of cigarettes was overpowering; something I enjoyed.

"I missed you..."

I couldn't help but smile, wrapping my arms around him, bringing him closer and tighter. I kissed the top of his head, an action which always sent a satisfying rush of goose bumps down his spine, and sighed.

"I could say the same thing," I lightened my grip, in order to pull him back to see those eyes of his. He looked up at me, a huge, albeit dorky smile on his face, as he blinked those huge green eyes of his.

"You fell asleep with a cigarette in your hand again," I rolled my eyes, and laughed lightly, "You're such a dumbass,"

"Mello...where have you been?"

The abrupt change in conversation caught me off-guard, and yet it was a similar question asked every time I came back. However, the more frequent I left the more desperate and curious Matt became- something I certainly didn't need right now.

So I decided to change up my answer a little bit, perhaps tell the truth every once in a while.

"Japan," I began, and Matt was surprised, I could see it in his expression, "I had some work to do there, but hopefully," I couldn't help but snarl the last word, "I won't have to leave again for a while,"

Matt thought about it for a moment, and I could tell he was too exhausted to question further. Which was good, because I was too exhausted to answer further. Instead, Matt looked up from his previous spot nuzzled into my shoulder, and left a small kiss on my lips. I didn't have the sexual drive in me as usual-I needed to rest. For a long time.

"Let's go to bed..."

I couldn't argue to that. So with one last kiss I lead the redhead to the bedroom just down the hall, our arms still around each other, wanting the moment to last.

And as I passed the window, the same grotesque image came to me once more. I ignored it, and went on to dream of beauty once more.