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Chapter Two
Katan watched his master pace back and forth, his own agitation slowly growing. The man before him was in quite a state because of his ever-vexing sister, Alexiel. Katan's wings twitched and he snapped to attention as his master called his name while in mid-stride.
"Katan! Why? Am I not beautiful, magnanimous? Why will my sister not entertain me for even an instant?"
Katan's arctic blue eyes flashed and he tucked a stray strand of his shoulder length silver hair behind his ear before answering.
"My lord, she doesn't even deserve you."
He had tensed for the blow because he had insulted his master's most fervent possession but nonetheless, it was harsher than he had anticipated and it was dealt with enough force to knock the angel off of his feet from his kneeling position.
Katan wiped the blood away from his lip and regretted for only an instant that he had withheld the real reason for Alexiel's absence. If Rosiel knew that she was dormant in a human body as he had been before Katan had found him, then the angel would rampage on the whole human race trying to find her, regardless of the steep cost to himself.
Katan, as a fellow angel, could not let the Regent of Heaven be so careless. The angelic ranks were in disarray and the Holy Lord was quick to anger at the slightest mishap. All this because the second highest in command was MIA. Heaven needed him but would not take him back if he had his sister in tow.
Rosiel was still seething, his wings flexed and his face flushed becomingly. Even at his worst, Katan thought, Rosiel was always the most beautiful with his waist length wavy silver hair and sparkling violet eyes. Rosiel bent down and cupped Katan's face in his lithe hands. His eyes softened.
"Did I hurt you Katan? I am sorry. If you hadn't come to find me like you always do, I would have been stuck in that human body, not truly myself. You are always there for me."
This said, Rosiel placed a chaste kiss to Katan's lips and helped the angel stand. Katan forgave his master. He could never be angry with him. His master could do no wrong.
Not with everything that Rosiel had done for him…he was of the higher ranks because Rosiel had plucked him from the lower ranks when he had been tossed away, of no worth to anyone. Rosiel had seen him and had taken pity on him. The inorganic angel had given him everything, and this would never be forgotten and could never be repaid.
"Katan… tell me I am beautiful."
"You are the most beautiful, my Lord Regent."
In a flurry of feathers Rosiel whirled around and around, much as a ballroom dancer would to music that was only in his head
"Ah ha ha! I know it true for everyone tells me so", he swooned in ecstasy.
Snapping back to business, Rosiel sent him away. Katan obeyed and shut the Sanctuary door behind him. He was about to make his way down the hall towards his quarters when a pair pale of arms encircled his waist and held him back.
"Oh look what I've caught, a fallen angel. Do I get to make a wish?"
Katan rolled his eyes.
"That's only a myth and you know it."
He turned in her arms and encircled his wings around them, which was something the little human seemed to like. And indeed, she was quite a fetching young girl with her strawberry blond tresses that barely reached the small of her back in lustrous waves. Those startling green eyes, the hue of purest jade, and her lithe figure made for the aesthetic appeal that most angels coveted. All in all, he was quite taken with her presence but her disposition was a bit grating at times.
She pouted at his words. He sighed.
"Well Rosiel doesn't seem to need me for a bit so how about I spend a little…quality time with you Sara", he questioned, giving her body a lustful once over. She laughed lightly and allowed him to scoop her up and sweep off to his bedroom.
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Kira had finished his business, i.e. looking for a certain Kaito and not finding him. He had scoured the whole of the Honshu district, but Tokyo was a big place and offered many places to hide. Kira had even made an effort to look in at Kaito's favorite haunt, a bar deep in the heart of the city.
Frustrated and feeling slightly inadequate, Kira headed back to Setsuna's house to make the rendezvous and pick up the younger boy. But as he neared the apartment complex, loud crashes and a heightened voice alerted him to trouble that was brewing. He flew up the stairs three at a time until he reached Setsuna on the fourth floor. His blood ran cold; the commotion was issuing from the boy's apartment.
The door was ajar and he had just to nudge it open to see the damage that had been done. If a mother is God in the eyes of a child, then this God was a vengeful one indeed. Setsuna was bent in the fetal position, covering his face loosely with his hands harboring the blankest of expressions in his still visible features. His mother was beating him with everything that was in her near vicinity. When nothing else was around to be thrown, she began bludgeoning him with her fists and her feet. Her screams echoed in that emptiness that was Setsuna's hell.
"It was you! You are the cause of my pain and you always have been. You take after your father. Both beasts! Both incestual beasts! You were the one who pushed my darling Sara out the door with your filthy intentions!"
She stopped screaming to beat him a little more and then continued when she had caught her breath.
"You are not even fit to lick the filth off her beautiful feet. You should have left, not her. Anyone but her! You don't deserve to live! Just die! No one will miss you….Die! Damn you!"
"I know mother. I know. I'm sorry."
His words came out in just above a whisper. His mother's shrieks at this point were barely intelligible. Her voice suddenly softened drastically, and she bent down to whisper words like poison honey into Setsuna's ear.
"I could make it quick and easy. It is my duty as your mother to give nothing but the very best to my son."
She smiled as she whispered these venomous words and seemed to manifest a meat cleaver in her hand out of nowhere. Her son laid there waiting patiently to be butchered as she raised the cleaver an instant before Kira reacted. Sudden insatiable fury coursed through his veins in that moment like the coldest of hell fires. It was the most consuming thing he had ever felt, even when set side by side with his loathing of Rosiel.
He had been rooted to the spot in shock that a mother could even act this way. Kira had never had a mother but he had always imagined them as being kind and caring. A figure one could place their love and trust in, not this demon of vengeance that knelt before him now about to carve her own son open.
As a child, Kira had only had his father, and his father had always strived for the best in him and for him as a single parent. Certainly not a soccer dad, but he had been someone that Kira had always been able to go to in this life.
She swiped down, fast and hard. But with an expert maneuver Kira got to her before she let the blow fall. He caught her at the wrist and lifted her bodily off her feet. He squeezed her on the bone joint hard enough to disengage the weapon she clung to, but not hard enough to shatter her wrist like he so desperately wanted to do to the rest of her.
She met his gaze undaunted, lifting her chin and somehow managing to look down her nose belligerently at him, though he was a good four feet taller than her.
"Who are you? What authority do you have here? What do you want?"
He grit his teeth and brushed off her barrage of questions, pressing forward with his own statement.
"If you ever touch Setsuna like that again, or even think of speaking to him in such a vulgar fashion I will make personally sure that it's that last thing you ever do. This I can promise you. Now, I'm coming back here tomorrow, and with Setsuna's permission, I'm going to help him gather his clothes and such. I'll take your son off your hands for you since you can't seem to suffer the his presence."
The glitter of malice in her eyes was almost enough to cause him to lose control and backhand her right there and then. But, gritting his teeth once more, he managed to resist. He released her arm and bent to gather Setsuna's again crumpled body into his arms. He stepped out of the threshold again. She kept silent the whole time.
Then, right before he was out of earshot she shrieked:
"Fine! Take him! But if he returns here without you he dies! You fucking faggot! You both deserve to die…Burn in your own Hell!"
She continued her verbal onslaught from afar and Kira shrugged it off. He smiled and with regret muttered a, "Yeah, I only wish lady", under his breath.
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They were back at Kira's pad before long. He was still boiling over in fury and indignation. The older boy couldn't even fathom how a mother could pull that crap.
Setsuna had fallen asleep in his protector's arms. Kira felt warmed that Setsuna felt safe enough to be completely trusting with him. But his warm fuzzies were short lived as he set about preparing to dress wounds on a body that should never have been inflicted with such earthly things.
The younger boy's injuries from the previous night were opened again and the new ones springing up looked just as vicious. He kicked his door open, though not roughly enough to waken Setsuna. Setting the frail boy down on his bed he made a quick trip to his bathroom.
He would not bandage the kid until after he was clean. In the proverbial sense, even Kira felt dirty after witnessing the treatment Setsuna must have had to deal with on a regular basis. If he could scrub off some of the blood, maybe the ice around the other boy's heart would melt a little.
"Stop being silly, you just want to see him naked."
He cringed at himself for the half-truth then bent down and twisted the knob, watching as the water ran languidly into the deep basin. He was temporarily lost in his own thoughts until the tub was nearly full. He cranked the knob again so that the faucet would stop running and was satisfied with the billowing perfection.
Kira went back to Setsuna and stripped the clothes carefully off of his scarred body. Then, scooping him up the older boy gently placed his angel into the warmth that would soothe his aching form. Setsuna automatically shuddered and gasped as he slid into the steaming water. With the tenderest of expressions Kira left him to fetch fresh clothes and a towel. He was called back however, as Setsuna whimpered. Kira knelt by the western style bathtub in concern.
Blue eyes fluttered open and he parted his lips as if to say something but only a hoarse whisper issued forth.
"What is it Setsuna? What do you need?"
"Stay with me…"Kira's heart felt like it had just skipped a beat as he traced out the words that the younger boy mouthed weakly. He smiled, thinking he must have imagined it and made to get up but Setsuna reached out and clutched at his sleeve with all of the meager strength he could muster, willing his senpai not to leave his side. Kira cupped Setsuna's face in his hands and took a moment to study every feature of the fallen angel's face.
His bruised lips were slightly parted and the steam from the water accumulated becomingly on his body. His eyes were shut and the lashes casted delicate shadows over the blemished ivory of his skin. Kira's breath hitched. The damp blond hair hung like heavy spun gold, cascading down around Setsuna's flushed face. No longer able to stand it, Kira leaned forward and ghosted a kiss against Setsuna's lips, damning himself and the consequences he knew would have to be paid later.