Author's Note: I always like to switch the point of view (POV) a lot, so I'll put who's POV it is. If you get confused please make sure you know which POV you are reading from. I will try to make this less confusing than my other stories, but that is kind of hard for me to do. I promise to try though. And I don't have a beta (or intend to look for one), so give me a thumbs up. Please?

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3rd person POV

A boy drifted to sleep among the clouds, dreaming a happy dream. One where he had many loving friends. One where he wasn't bullied for his wings. One where he could live peacefully. One where his words got through to people. One where people saw him for what he was. One where he had something to actually look forward to. He dreamed a gentle dream, warmth and kindness filling his mind. He lay among the clouds sleeping silently, a small smile gracing his lips. No one would disturb him where he lay. Not one soul knew of him here, but then he always kept this place hidden from others with his powers. His powers were strong, and he could have been a full fledged angel if he applied himself. But the boy hadn't approved of this from the beginning, so he always purposely hid his power. He had always been bullied, and because of this he strived to not be seen.

On the contrary, the boy seemed to be an average angel. He never wanted to be known, but it was hard to do. Even when he was an average angel, he wasn't average at all. He stood out quite well, with his wings being different and whatnot. Instead of being colored pure white, his wings were a brilliant shade of crimson and it could almost be seen similar to blood. He was often bullied for his wings, seen as a monstrosity. Often told to die, he bore with it. Each day he was bombarded with insults and threats, but he withstood each day with an immense prowess that was unbelievable. He stood proudly with his wings, standing for what he believed in. Even with all this he aimed to be average. He didn't want to be seen as arrogant, so he made his progress known, even when he could have gone to the top much quicker. He chose to gain wisdom and heart. He wanted to learn patience, something he didn't have much of.

That's why he lay here dreaming of the time when he will be accepted. Dreaming of the kindness, warmth, and respect he wanted to earn. No one knew of this side of him. No one saw the proud side of him. Everyone saw a monstrosity with weird colored wings and average powers. They never cared to see past the thin mask of his. The lies he hid behind each day, seemed to pile up higher and higher. When he couldn't stand it, he would hide and calm down. He always felt so alone in this place known as heaven. Heaven was supposed to be a haven for angels, but it was just the same as the human world. He slept peacefully, not knowing of anything that might have been watching him, and indeed there was something there lurking among the clouds as the boy did. The boy couldn't sense the creature. The creature gazing upon the boy smiled in satisfaction, knowing no one knew of this boy's hideout except him. He knew hiding his presence was a good thing, and if he didn't, the boy would find out who he was. That would be bad for him and the boy. The silver haired beauty slept peacefully among the clouds, and the creature crept closer to him hoping to see him more clearly than usual.

The creature knew of the boy's beauty, but he had never had the pleasure to gaze upon his beauty closely. He was but a few feet away when the boy had started to stir. The creature panicked slightly before making a hasty retreat to another higher cloud, out of view from the boy. The boy woke not knowing of the creature's presence, much to the creature's relief. He stood up stretching his lithe body and crimson colored wings, and the creature watched appreciating the colorful wings. The boy flew away with his full bodied wings, something that was unseen in the younger angels, and the creature sighed seeing his beauty fly off.

the silver haired beauty POV

I was sitting in the tree gazing down into the pond, watching the human world. It was peaceful here, and only earth's assigned angels came here. There was a slight breeze in the air ruffling my wings. I could hear flapping in the distance, and I turned to see a familiar face. "Zero!" My brother called to me as he flew with his pure white wings. It was ironic for me because my brother and I were twins, but I had been born with different wings. He landed onto the branch, sitting down next to me. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be doing your lesson review." I sighed softly.

"I'll do it when I get back. You don't need to worry yourself about me Ichiru." Ichiru was staring at me intently pouting at my words.

"Then let's go back already. Mari is waiting for us to return home." Ichiru tugged on my shirt incessantly, and I stood up. He smiled and held onto my hand as we flew home.

First let me explain how things worked in heaven. There are no houses in heaven. So how do I have one? I live in the human world with my little brother Ichiru. Where are our parents? No such thing. Angels are not born like humans. Angels are created out of pure light by God. Ichiru and I, being twins, were created from the same light, and this was a rare event. Twin angels were rarely created, and even if it were to happen, they should be completely identical. In my case, it wasn't exactly true. Ichiru and I looked the same, but our wings weren't the same. No angel ever had wings that weren't colored the purest white, so it was kind of understandable to be seen as a monstrosity. That doesn't make me okay with it, its just understandable. So moving on, Ichiru and I had been here for a couple years, and we loved living here. Since this is the human world, Ichiru and I had to work to pay for our rent, which wasn't much for me and Ichiru. We had an apartment room in a run down neighborhood, so the rent was lower than what most people worked their butts off to pay.

Having lost track of what I was talking about, let's just start anew. Ichiru and I roomed together, and we had our jobs. I'll talk more about that later on when the chance comes, so let me explain what my job as an angel was to do in this world. I didn't have a major job here, but it was a work in progress. In the human world, I just had to help the higher ups detect the broken hearts of humans. I don't literally mean a broken heart, I mean like if a human had something on their mind and can't pull themselves through. Usually the higher ups would listen to their troubles and heal their hearts. Since I do that, I'm usually wandering around the human world searching for broken hearted humans. Yea... not really exciting. Being an angel isn't supposed to be exciting though, it's... how should I put this?... more gratifying I guess? Okay... moving onto angel powers. Angels only had powers for which they had an affinity with. What I mean by affinity is like a connection to a certain element. The elements are the standard four: earth, water, air, and fire. Can you guess mine? If you can't, I don't think you have been paying attention to my earlier rant on how I look. If you guessed fire because of my crimson wings, you guessed right. If you look at this stereotypically, I fit the description for people that have fire affinities: hot headed, moody, and self centered. I do admit to this however, just not much. I am an excellent user of fire, if I say so myself. The only problem is when I can't control my anger. Things sometimes burn for no reason… Well you get the general idea. If something needs to explained, I'll leave that for later.

I was sitting at my desk reviewing my lesson, as I was supposed to be doing, and I felt a chill. I looked around and saw nothing, to my satisfaction, but I had an odd feeling like someone was watching me. I might be imagining it, but it doesn't do anything good to feel paranoid. I brushed it off as nerves, and I continued looking over my worksheet. I looked at the clock, and it read midnight. I had been studying for about three hours now. I need to rest up for tomorrow's lessons. I had finished my lesson, and I jumped onto my bed enthusiastically. Hmm… Ichiru should be coming back soon. There was a shadow outside my window. "About time," I muttered. I opened my window, and Ichiru flew in. "Hide your wings idiot. What if someone saw you?" I conked him on the head lightly.

"It doesn't matter. No one is awake this late, and I made sure that no one saw me. I'm going to shower ok?" I nodded from where I sat on my bed and watched him stalk off into the bathroom. Each dorm room had its own bathroom that its occupants had to share. Nice isn't it? The moonlight shone through my window, beautiful and enchanting. You couldn't see the moon from heaven. It was nice in this world when you actually looked hard enough to see its wonders. I heard the shower running, and I knew I should rest. I closed my eyes drifting to sleep.

ugh. end of this chappie... i can't do the line separation thingiemabob

And I think its safe to say I'll be back for a little while. I know I have been mean to everybody that reads my fanfics. Don't kill me. o I didn't exactly plan my one (or was it two) year absence from writing fanfiction. I think I just burned out after writing all my cute little stories. (I call them cute because they literally never go past small kisses and touches. I just bring myself to write -ahem- "hot and heavy" situations. I often find myself on the floor rolling around hiding my face from the world while squealing like a retard. Don't laugh! I know some of you readers do that too.) So like yea... I plan to finish this story sometime in the close future. And I might do some expanding in the categories section department. - That didn't make sense. If you want to hear (or actually read) more stories from me, drop me a review. I might just find the motivation to stick around a little longer.