My Temper

At this point, thank god for shorts. And even though my being a tomboy got me into this mess, thank god I am one or I wouldn't have them on now. Death by embarrassment is what might happen to me at this point. The boy who just saved me turns back and, upon seeing my bleeding legs, rushes over to heal them, ignoring that I'd pulled my dress up to high. I could here, though, the laughs and giggles from the people all around, I hastily lowered my skirt and watched as the rather aristocratic looking boy got down on his knees and began using kido on my legs.

The magic stung my legs and weakly managed to flop down on the ground while the healing was in process. I didn't feel like looking at the hundreds of people laughing and pointing at me so I just focused on the boy. He was quite a gentlemen to not even consider look up my dress. Hell, I'm flattering myself, I lifted my dress so high you didn't even have to try and see what was underneath. But ok, I was still wearing shorts, being a tomboy, and not being comfortable with going without any pants on.

"What are you people gawking at? Obviously this girl needs help, anyone one of you want to come help me?" The boy asks impatiently to the crowd.

Everyone suddenly snaps out of their trance and all the light angels begin to rush up to me and help in on the healing and unbinding my wings, some people actually get down on their knees and help pick up the shattered pieces of tile. How important is this boy for the rich people here to get on their hands and knees and do the work of a maid?

I stutter a bit, "Um—You don't have to do this, I'm fine-"

"It's only right for we light angels, the guests, to help you in your time of need," The boy began,

That, had it's double meaning. What he was saying was, back off, or this treaty between our people will collapse. And that's true. I could tell in it in the air. It was thick with an uncomfortable film. People with the white wings where reluctant to talk to those with back and vice versa. They just needed one thing, just one thing, to flip out and not attend this meeting at all. There was always something that clashed between the dark and light angels. Something I can't explain; something that's rooted into both our pasts and has long since been forgot but who's affects still remain. Something happened, and now the dark and light angels are always in war or always talking down on the other.


I stumbled out of the ball room and limped my way over to the railing of the balcony, my bandaged foot still recovering a bit. The party had recovered and there was now laughter and music coming from inside again. I ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes, sighing. I almost ruined the whole fragile atmosphere of this party. It was so very important, too. I slapped off my high heels and angrily threw them off the balcony, screaming at the top of my lungs.

When my arm came back into place from throwing the shoes, I felt a sharp pain running from my back to the tips of my wings. I draw my wings in front of me and I stroke their coal blackness lightly. The binding probably twisted my wings a bit and pulled a muscle somewhere..

"I can heal your wings too," I hear from behind me.

He had his arms crossed and he was leaning up against the door way causally.

"No, not really, they've just been acting up a bit." I fiddle with one of my feathers and dismiss my wings.

I turn back to face him and I notice how amazingly bright his eyes are. Night is the time for the dark angels, but night also makes those fragile light angels glow even more. He has standard hair that a light angel would have; white. But his eyes, those icy-teal eyes, they seemed to scream with light. And it was almost ominous, the way they reflected the light of the moon and glittered brilliantly. This boy, who exactly was he? If he was going to talk to the elders of the dark world, he should be someone of great stature, a prince perhaps? What is he doing talking to me, a dancer and a girl from the other world, no less?

"And your legs?" He asks walking up beside me and leaning over the railing.

"They're fine." I say. I'm trying to end the conversation because people might get the wrong idea. Especially seeing as he seems high in status and we're both from different worlds.

"Right then...So then do you like soccer?"

"No offense, but why are you talking to me in the first place?" I ask.

"Well if you haven't noticed I'm surrounded by adults that a herding my like an animal to and from to meet people. I'd like to take a break for a sec before they find me. You're the only person of my age here so trust me, if I had someone else to talk to, I wouldn't be pestering you right not." He turns and faces the doorway, his arms hanging over the railing.

"How is it you know I like soccer?" I begin after awhile.

"Hmm? Oh, cause of you shorts."

Ah! So he did look! That sneeky bastard! Looking underneath my dress!

I take my hand and smack him in the back of the head.

"Ow!" He whines, "What was that for?"

I hit him again, "Stop it,"

A third time. And he steps back and winces a bit.

"Pervert." I mutter.

"Well aren't you bold. No one's ever said something like that to me," He laughs.

Of course, mean he's obviously so sort of noble so..

"Is that some sort of warning? Cause I'll hit you again if you think status will scare me into submission. I'm not being a mindless puppet-"

"No actually, you remind me of a very stubborn friend of mine. It's comforting..Reminds me I'm not the only one in this position.."

In this position? What did he mean by that. I was about to open my mouth and say something when someone yelled, "Hitsugaya-ouji-sama,"

So he is a prince.

A woman in a light yellow silk dress runs up to the boy, her high heels clacking as she ran.

"Hitsugaya-ouji-sama, if we don't incorporate the following people into our schedule and speak to them within the next 5 minutes, we won't be able to finish conversing by the end of the party-" The woman stops and looks in my direction. She's rather reluctant to acknowledge me but she forces a smile and begins, "Well Hello there, Miss, if you could excuse yourself while I speak to-"

I could tell she thought I was a swine as she let her eyes slide down, examining me. When she stopped at my bare feet.

"Hitsugaya-ouji-sama, why are you associating yourself with such a standard and...Is this dark angel bothering you?"

I interrupted, "So now dark angels are necessarily different from light?"

"I merely called you a dark angel, which is what you are-"

"And should that make a difference? You know, why are you people trying to make a treaty with us when in reality, you think of us as dirt? Are we any less than you just because me have black feathers?" I argue.

She stops herself from saying anything more and grabs the boy's arm, "Hitsugaya-ouji-sama, we must take leave."

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't force me to do things. I can think for myself, and this girl's ideas are rather interesting." He tries to tug away from her.

The lady calls for people and suddenly a horde of people in tuxedos rushes toward the girl to back her up.

"Now you see why I wanted a break," The boy told me.

"A break, is that what this is about? Ouji-sama, you're not a child anymore, you can't keep running away."

"I'm only 12!" He laughs.

The men come closer, their walk becoming faster and faster. They flock to the boy and hold his arms and keep his feet in place. The woman takes a vile out of her purse, is she planning to use a potion? I'm not going to sit back and do nothing.

I take the boy's arm and pull him back, kicking a guy off of him. But it only made all the other come in closer. When I get the boy's arm free, he turns back toward me, but that was too close. And I don't mean, OMG there's a spark and we started blushing and them he grabs me and we jump off the balcony, we're so close that we actually bump teeth. Which I suppose you could count as, yes, you romance lovers out there, a kiss.


Author's Commentary:

Ok, so here's how it went:

I started this story at the same time as, Hello Professor. I promised after that story was done i'd come back and finish this one. Well, the sequel, GPS system began and I really didn't have much time until now. Thanks for waiting, review review review!

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