I know there are probably a lot of angels and demons stories…. but I wanted to try my hand at one, so here we go ;)
Misaki Takahashi
Ever since their parents died, Misaki and Takahiro Takahashi had been living… no, surviving amongst the rampant violence of the poor neighborhood they'd been abandoned in. Every day was a struggle, an obstacle to overcome, but as they grew they became more and more able to cope, developing bonds with others around them who also sought to cling to life and thrive in what was a town terribly afflicted by greed and poverty. But now, all of these bonds and struggles seemed so futile, as the robbers closed in with their black masks and stolen knives and demanded the few and sparse belongings of the fleeing brothers.
They'd gotten themselves in and out of this kind of situation time and time again. This occasion was no different until the robbers had called in backup, an extension to their gang— and now Misaki and Takahiro were trapped between the two groups of thugs.
"Give us everything and we'll let you go."
Misaki moved to take off his tattered coat, his hands shaking as he prepared to shed what few things he owned, but his hand was stayed by Takahiro's.
"No," his older brother said, standing stoically.
Nii-chan! Misaki wanted to scream, What are you doing? They've even got their hands on a gun! but he dared not do anything that could possibly draw the wrath of the ruthless men that were currently standing before them. Anything that startled them into action would inevitably result in a good knifing.
Despite his desire to just hand the things over, he knew why his brother was refusing. Without their coats and the few coins in their pockets, the brothers would freeze to death at night, or starve the next day, and even if they did hand over their belongings the men would probably still beat them to death; such was their nature.
But even so Misaki was not one to risk defying them. There was a chance, albeit slim, that they could get out with their lives if they simply played it safe. Yet it seemed that his brother preferred to take this risk rather than hand over their things without a fight.
"We can't," Takahiro said, his voice pleading. "We won't survive—"
"That's not our problem, is it? You know what happens when you refuse us. But I'll be nice and give you another chance to hand over whatever you have."
"No," Takahiro said, and the finality in his voice was clear.
The robbers sneered angrily and raised their weapons, mostly knives and a single gun, but it was clear that the firearm had been stolen when the man had trouble handling it.
This the brothers took advantage of as they tried to escape through the walls of men while they hefted their weapons clumsily, but they were easily overpowered.
"You've just ensured your deaths."
A shot was fired and knives swished through the air. Misaki fell to the ground, blood pooling from fatal wounds and the taste of iron thick in his mouth.
"Misaki! Misaki!" The voice in his ears was fading even as his sight slowly blurred into darkness.
Nii-chan, he thought feebly, struggling to maintain the last threads of his consciousness, but the wounds in his side was too painful and sapped his last remaining energy. He felt like he was falling, and then floating, as he lost all sensation but a harsh, throbbing pain in his side.
Is this what it feels like to die? he wondered with the last remnants of his consciousness. I can't go yet, nii-chan is in trouble!
And somehow he could breathe again, the pain lifted from his chest. A sense of peace filled him. He was still floating, still unable to feel his earthly body, but now there was something— a bright light was within his vision, and it grew steadily bigger as he realized he was approaching it. He knew he was dead— what else could this be?
With a great effort he turned to look the other way, catching a glimpse of his brother as if through water, still alive and attempting to free himself from the hands of the thugs. He reached out, but he was still traveling forward— away from where he so desperately wanted to go. Somehow Misaki realized that where he was being pulled was somewhere other than earth, somewhere where he couldn't see or help his brother, and he fought furiously to go the other way, thinking deep in his heart that it was all for naught. But he found himself slowing, the light disappearing, and strangely he looked down to find he had hands— he had a body. This was progress. Encouraged, he fought back against the nothingness, filled with a rage at the sight of his beaten brother.
I can't leave him.
He didn't know how he'd done it. He didn't even know what had happened. All he knew for sure was that he had most certainly died and come back, and that the men who had previously been assaulting his brother lay dead on the ground before him, ripped open by his blood-red claws.
His brother was unconscious, bleeding from the wounds, but he was still breathing and still alive. Misaki looked at his hands; they were no longer his hands but hands with long, ivory claws protruding from the ends of his fingers. In a moment they disappeared and they again were normal hands— no, not quite normal— the hands of a murderer.
Misaki didn't have time to question anything that had happened. His brother, though not yet dead, was certainly dying and he needed medical attention. A hospital. I need to take him to a hospital… He searched the bodies frantically, looking and collecting what cash he could find to pay for what he knew would be expensive medical bills. When he had gathered a sufficient amount he took his brother in his arms easily, shocked at his new strength, though not daring to touch the man for fear of making his wounds worse.
He did know where a hospital was. But it was so far away, so distant, that he for a moment vacillated on whether to bother trying at all. He looked down at Takahiro in his arms and his resolve was strengthened twofold and bidden by some unknown instinct he leaped into the air, the wind sailing past his face as two wings sprouted from his back. He gasped in pain as the sharp bones and feathers broke through his tender skin but grew accustomed to it, the ache partially numbed by the cold wind of the air as he flew clumsily towards the hospital.
Misaki shivered as he landed, the wings folding neatly back into his back until they disappeared completely. People on the street stared at him in shock and disbelief but he paid them no heed, the only goal in his mind being to save his brother. He paused outside the doors of the hospital, slipping the money into his brother's pocket, before bringing him to the emergency room.
After dropping his brother off, Misaki knew he had to leave because his wild appearance, even without the claws and wings, was drawing strange and suspicious looks from the others. He had to figure out what was going on. He ran out into the street and along different roads, trying to put some distance between himself and civilization. I need some time to think.
Akihiko Usami
The silverette tapped his finger on the table impatiently, sighing. Even in heaven, it seemed, there was always someone to hounding him to work, whether it be his fire-headed editor Eri Aikawa or his new boss, Ryuichirou Isaka. "What is it now, Isaka-san?"
"Akihiko! This is a big deal. Something bad just happened."
"Bad stuff always happens. Especially with you around."
"This is serious! There's a demon loose on earth."
"A demon, you say? How can you be sure?"
"I'm sure because we just felt a massive fluctuation of energy in a certain city."
"Is that even possible?" Akihiko leaned back in his seat, his white wings flaring out to the side as he stretched.
"Don't yawn! This isn't the time to be lax. I don't know how, I don't know why, but there is most certainly a demon running loose in the city."
"Alright. And what do you suppose we do about it?"
"You need to go down there and get rid of it."
"Kill it? Return it to hell?"
"Return it to hell. But if it gives you trouble, kill it. Do whatever you can to contain the damage. You know how destructive those things are!"
"Yes, yes."
Ryuichiro crossed his arms and glared at the other angel. "Akihiko. Since you don't seem to be motivated, I'll tell you another little detailed that will hopefully provide a little incentive. The demon has been in contact with Takahiro Takahashi."
Akihiko's violet eyes widened, through he tried to hide his reaction. "What?"
"Yes, that human you were in love with when you were alive, isn't he? Of all humans, he has the highest traces of the demon's energy."
"No."
"And he's severely injured."
"I'll kill that demon!" Akihiko growled, his wings growing in size.
"Now, now, Akihiko. Remember, take him back to hell, and kill him only if he doesn't cooperate. Anyway, I'm glad you're finally taking this seriously. I need you to go back down to earth and see to it that that demon harms no one."
The great white angel unfurled his wings and they glowed a pale violet that was several shades lighter than his eyes. "I'll take care of him."
"Good luck," Ryuichiro said, bidding him farewell with a wave of his hand.
I have Isaka in as a character already, but should I add a little Isaka/Asahina? idk, undecided so far.
not really sure how this one worked out... advice/feedback is nice c: thanks
