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I Don't hate You

Chapter Two: Possible Suspects

It had been quite awhile since I'd stepped foot on this plane. I looked around and sighed. It was nothing special, but it was definitely different than what I remember. I can tell you now, as much as we knew about how time progressed, I was never fully prepared for the people rushing around me on their motor scooters and bikes. Trying to run over me and my group with those cars and just plain pissing me off.

Feliciano instantly took a liking to the modern world. He also had not been back for a long time, so his reaction to the world was a little surprising.

"Ve~! Luddy, was this the way the world was when you passed?" he turned his big brown eyes to the German. The potato bastard looked at him surprised, "Actually, that was forty years ago or so... so things have really changed …"

Matthew clutched his white bear close. Thinker angels were supposed to be the logical ones in groups. They came up with plans to make sure we did our job and excuses if we got too messy. Since they weren't meant to fight, their wings were larger for a quick get away, but also they were given an animal spirit to help guide them and keep them safe.

Kumajirou was a baby polar bear that I had yet to see in his full form. Much like a lot of people Mattie knew, the bear rarely remembered who he was.

"D-do you know where we're supposed to find these dark angels?" he asked quietly. I shrugged and looked around the street. There was one thing I could tell you I hated about being on this plane as an angel. Angels that either go to, or fall to, Earth, have the ability to shrink their wings slightly so they fit beneath clothing and then place them tightly against their backs.

Seems cool, right? Wrong! It's a painful process if you're not used to it and shirts and jackets make it itch and it's just plain uncomfortable. I scratched my back, careful not to bend any of the feathers on my wings, that was painful!

"Ve~! We need to find an inn or something to set up! I want to room with you, Luddy! It'll be just like a sleep over!" he clutched onto that potato bastard's arm, causing the taller man to blush deeply.

I rolled my eyes and pointed out a motel, "How 'bout there. It looks cheap and we'll most likely be able to stay for awhile with Matt's magic …"

"Who?" the potato bastard asked. I glared and ignored the comment, making my way to the crappy hotel rooms. The man behind the counter looked up and groaned, "Welcome." his tone didn't seem very welcoming, but I didn't care. I was sleepy and wanted a fucking siesta as soon as possible.

Matthew walked up to the counter and stared into the man's eyes. The worker dropped the pen he had been holding and his mouth fell open as his eyes lost their life-like and became dull and empty. He turned away from the counter and grabbed four keys. The man set them down in front of Matthew and returned to his crossword as if nothing had happened. Thinker angels truly had an amazing gift. Matt's was pretty cool, but some of the more powerful angels were ridiculous with their abilities.

I grabbed my key, as did the others and we each headed to our own rooms … except my damn brother, who followed that damned potato bastard to his room.

My room was nothing special, just a bed with sheets I didn't trust and a television set, a small bathroom off to the side and a mini kitchenette. Total crap. The sheets and pillows smelled old and dusty, but it would have to make so while we were stuck here. I groaned and let my eyes fall shut.

Angels didn't need food to eat(often. Sometimes, it would become necessary), but it was more of a pleasure thing. It made us feel more alive to bite into pizza, pasta, or what ever it was the others ate. We did, how ever need sleep. It takes massive amounts of energy to fly and use any type of magic. Which brings me to my next topic: Angel Magic.

Each angel specializes in their own types of magic. Fighters usually summon their weapon, whether it be sword, axe or whatever. Healers magic is devoted to healing, of course, which also takes the most energy. Feliciano was constantly sleeping wherever he could. It was a little annoying but completely needed to store energy he would need later. And finally Thinker magic is psychological or physical, like Mattie's trick to the inn owner, or the eyebrow freak, who's magic was used through 'spells' . Matt most likely just changed the man's memories to believe we'd paid for a few rooms or just took over.

I wasn't clear on if one kept their abilities if they fell, but I knew dark angels worked the same as us. They were created in these same classes, but our rules did not apply and they had very few to follow.

When I awoke a few hours later, we all got together to discuss our plan of action. The group of dark angels had to be no more than three our four, but they were causing a lot of trouble. Many people had been killed in this whole thing and we needed to put an end to it soon. Mattie suggested that we go in the area that night, watch out for suspicious activity and maybe take action if it's deemed necessary.

We all agreed and then we were off. The air was chilly and I frowned, rubbing at my arms. Why had I not thought about bringing a jacket? Feliciano was once again clutching at the German, making me sick.

"Ugh, do you see anything, Matt?" I looked at my blonde friend. He shook his head, "Maybe we have the wrong place?"

"Fuckin-ay …" I growled, standing up and looking around at the old bridge, "This is where that old bastard told me they were supposed to be! What kind of shit is this? Merda!" I swore. Feliciano and Ludwig stood up as well and looked at the abandoned area before us. It was just some stupid lost cause trying to locate these damn dark angels! I thought I saw something out there, but nothing else moved. How strange. I glared at the spot. Maybe they weren't here and that fucking bastard was just trying to get me to leave or something! Maybe he thought I couldn't handle –

"Mattie?" the four of us whipped around and came face to face with a boy identical to Matthew. Well, his eyes were a lighter blue rather than Matthew's darker almost purple. He, too, wore glasses, but his hair was cropped short.

Beside him was a tall, beige-haired man. He smiled a weird smile. It was too happy. In his hand, he clutched a rusted water pipe tightly. I bit my lip seeing the old blood stains.

"Alfred? But … but how?" Matthew shook his head. I had know Matthew Williams for the entire time he'd been dead. He came to us after having been killed in World War Two. He told me he had a twin brother who was separated from him at birth and went to live in America with his father.

Once the war began, neither boy had heard from the other. Mathew died before he could find out if his brother had even been in the fighting.

"Mattie! I thought you had died! And yet, here you are!"

"Alfred." the cold man spoke, "Do not be deceived. You see the creature in his arms, da?" my eyes shifted to Kumajirou and I frowned.

"Oh … oh …" Alfred frowned, "You really are dead still."

"Y-yeah," Mathew started, but he was cut off when the taller man raised his pipe.

"Ivan, you damned commie, stop! I don't care if he's one of them! He's still my brother!" Alfred grabbed the man's arm and held onto it, "You're still new to this, so just listen to the Hero, huh? There's two of us here, and four – no – five of them. I'm not going to fight my brother."

I was confused, but Matthew gasped. "Alfred, you're … you're a dark angel?" there was fear in Mattie's eyes.

"Yeah, I guess not even war could corrupt you?" he laughed lightly, "Come on, Ivan … we need to find your sisters." he grabbed the man's arm and pulled him away.

"That's them." I muttered, "The dark angels we're supposed to kill …" Matthew slid down the wall we had been standing behind and I could see the tears in his eyes. Maybe I should have brought Elise instead …

There was a silence that hung about us as we made our way back to the inn. Mattie didn't say a word, and I wasn't going to push him to say anything. I don't know what I would do if I knew I had to face my own brother in battle. I wouldn't be able to hurt them. I know it sounds weird since we're already dead, but they were all I had left. It's kind of morbid, but I'm glad we all died together, because we're still together in the after life.

The Canadian made his way strait to his room and shut the door quietly behind him. I guess the other two were actually paying attention to him for a change because Feliciano wanted to go cheer him up.

"Ve~! Come on Luddy! Let's go make him smile!" my little brother jumped up and down then turned to me, "Please, Fratello?"

I shook my head, "No. Just leave him alone tonight."

"But …"

"No buts!" I snapped, "How would you feel if it were me? How would you feel if you knew you had to fight me or Savi and kill one of us?" I sighed and looked away, "Just let him think and then you can cheer him up in the morning or what ever."

He nodded in defeat and walked with the potato back to their room. I shuddered just thinking about my brother sleeping in the same bed as that potato. It made me want to puke and kick the potato's ass.

I flopped onto my bed and looked out the window, deciding to let the old bastard know about our failure and discovery. I groaned, my head starting to pound as the short blonde freak my little brother knew tapped on my window.

"Ciao, Peter," I greeted, letting him in. Peter Kirkland was the younger brother of Arthur. Since he had died a lot younger than a lot of people, but older than innocent children, he was made a messenger angel. These angels were usually young teens or older children who would be the in betweens during battles or in daily life (like now). They were equipped like fighters, able to fight when needing to, but they weren't always sent into fights or battles.

"You needed me to take something to the old man?" he shifted his weight. I nodded and sighed, "Let him know that we have possible suspects, but there's a problem. One of them is Matthew Williams' brother." I ignored the 'who' that left the boy's mouth and sent him on his way.

He came back a little bit later almost out of breath and slightly distraught, "He's giving you guys these." he tossed me four cell phones.

"What are these for?" I glared down at them.

"Well, that's where part two comes in. You're stuck here until the job is done, so he's going to keep track of you four through these …"

He still didn't trust me to get the job done? I guess after Matthew's display of weakness against his brother, I couldn't blame the old bastard. But this seemed a little much. I shoved mine into my pocket and tossed the rest on the bed, "What ever." I muttered. I didn't want to be stuck here any longer than we had to be.

Peter left me alone with my thoughts and I felt ready to kill myself. This was a nightmare. If only we could just get it over with!

The next day was an extremely slow day. We mostly planned the actions we would be taking and finally decided to split up. Me and Matt would head into town and find another (though smaller) problem area, while the potato and Feliciano would go back to the bridge. The potato would be fine with a healer, and I could trust Feliciano to run away if things got bad.

"This is it?" Mattie asked, looking up at the run down club before us. People were lined up along the side, waiting to get in.

"Unfortunately." I growled, "let's just get in there and look for anything fucking suspicious."

Mattie nodded and walked strait up to the bouncer and stared right into the man's eyes. He glared back but soon the familiar glazed look over came those eyes and he let us pass, much to the chagrin of the people in line. I couldn't help but laugh at them.

Matthew looked around and clutched Kumajirou close. I could tell he wasn't comfortable and to tell the truth, I wasn't either. This place reeked of booze, sex and desperation. There was several women clinging to anything that would sleep with them.

So far, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Just drunken people getting drunker by the second.

"I-it's all my fault!" I heard a thick German accent yell. I slipped to the bar with Mattie close by.

"Mon Dieu! You need to let it go! Every year you get like this." I glanced over to see a tall blonde standing over his drunk German albino friend.

The albino looked up from his beer, "I didn't ask you to … to … come find me like some child!" he slurred, "I can handle myself!"

The Frenchman sighed and rubbed his friend's back, "Mon ami, you can't do this to yourself anymore. It's been … what … forty-five years?"

"F-forty … forty-seven!" he slammed his hand on the bar.

My eyes widened lightly, "Did ya hear that Matt?" he nodded and glanced over at the man who could not be any older than twenty something, much less forty something. This could be a lead! I'd finally be able to get out of this shit hole.

"Almost fifty years, mon ami." he leaned in and said something I couldn't hear anymore. The albino nodded and rose from the stool and stumbled into his friend's arms. They left the club and I quickly made a move to follow them. I could hear Mattie shuffling behind me, but I couldn't be bothered to make sure he was there. I'd lose the two otherwise. They were headed down the street and I'd have to be swift to catch up to them, but not get caught. Luckily, I was a great runner ...

They turned down an alley way and I slipped up to the corner and peered around … only to fine nothing there but a dead end. I scowled, "Fuckin-ay …" well that proved they weren't human … well, maybe. They certainly weren't people we should take lightly. I turned away from the alley and made my way back to Matthew who was trying to catch up to me.

"Damn this stupid mission!" I growled as we walked back to the inn, "They had to have known I was following! How else would those bastards have gotten away like that?" Matthew shrugged and looked at his feet.

"Why did he assign me to this fucking mission?" I huffed, "I mean, what if there are more than one group of these things? What if they're all together but fucking avoiding each other so we don't get them all?" I tightened my grip on my own arms and wanted nothing more than to go flying or something. I wanted to get away from everything.

"Hey … Lovino," Matthew looked forward, "isn't that Ludwig and Feliciano?"

I looked up and felt my heart drop into my stomach. That damned potato bastard was walking up … with my brother in his arms. Blood dripped from his arm.

"Damn you , you fucking potato bastard!" I screamed running over to them. Feliciano looked at me and smiled, "I'm okay, fratello … this is not mine."

"It's my blood. He healed my wounds, but it left him a little weak. I'm going to take him to bed now …" he started to walk to the room they shared but he turned back, "um, Romano," he was one of the only people I didn't allow to call me by my first name, "I don't remember a thing about that battle ... but who ever it was should not be tken lightly ... I think I nearly died and by the time Feliciano healed me and I woke up ... they were gone. They Souldn't be taken lightly, even if it is that dark angel we met." he opened the door and went inside, leaving me and Mattie with that heavy information. Just who was it we were fighting? What kind of dark angel could take out the strongest fighter we all knew?

I sunk into my bed and closed my eyes. Things went from bad to worse, and there was no silver lining in sight. But at the risk of jinxing everything, how could things get any worse?

Kind of meh ... Idk ... hoping you guys like this chapter -_- re reading the stuff i wrote not long ago and not happy with it. my sister says the story is good, but i'm now trying to fix all my mistakes and make sure all info lines up right and what not ... which isn't all that easy cuz i kept changing stuff as i was writing and forgetting to fix it then, so i'm getting it now... -_- oh well... Antonio will be in the story soon enough, don't worry ^_^

Lady Pyrien