The Devil's Angel

By - Isabella Hayama

"Even the most hated

and sickening beast in the world

has a chance of hope, a falling star,

a brief second of light after the moments of darkness.

But weither the Angel flys back to heaven or stays with the devil

is up to fate and life's cruel play."

- Karina Galano

Chapter 1

(Akito's Perspective)

It was bright outside and the sun was making my vision blurry, making my eyes try to close on their own. I slammed the door closed as Natsumi continued to call out the name she had given me by fate; Devil.

If she wasen't my sibling I would've delt with her a long time ago, but this was yet another one of life's pranks that seemed to play on me everyday of my exsistance. I was it's favorite toy and my suffering was it's fun and sense of life. My life if no real life, it's only excisting. The only reason I haven't killed myself or let myself die or rot was because of my mother.

If she had me and died for it, I wasen't going to let her sacrifise be held prisoner. Even if . . . for me, it would've been better not having been born in the first place. She would be alive, dad would still love and not be such a failure and Natsumi might actually be happy. The only gap and insect here, and everywhere else, was me.

When I reached the school grounds I sat by the fountain and started listening to my music player, I wasen't alert of weither the bell would ring or not. Maybe, I would just end up skippinge enyway.

Then there she was. The pampered Princess, the prom queen, the cheerleader, the girl on the jocks top 'sexy list', japan's number one model, every guys desire, everything any girl would want to be; Sana Karata. Glistening like snow on a christmas day, shinning as if she were a diamond kept and reserved and it was something so natural and unsketched; she let it all flow so naturally.

(Sana's Perspective)

I smiled at everyone and made sure it was that perfect billion-dollar smile I had to perfectly fake every perfectly organized and planned out day of my life. Aya, Mimi, and Tsyoshi were quickley by my side and some other faces I didn't really familiarize with. They were near me for the usual; An autograph, a kiss on the cheak, or a picture with me. Some even offered to carry my books, and to me that was down right pathetic, I never let that come out of my mouth, though.

My eyes wondered around, looking for other familiar faces. I had so many friends that most of them were perfectly familiar. It scared me how frequent the word 'perfect' showed up in my life. It would scare enyone that was in my shoes, everyone else that haden't the experiance dreamed of perfection in so many diffrent ways, especially in the way I lived it, that was what they seemed to call the 'Perfect life.'

The face my eyes were scavangering for like a metal detecter was 'actually' someone in spasific, someone thats name was 'actually' Akito Hayama. I had the urge to look at what he was up to, and only then would I feel in peace in having accomplished this daily goal I had for myself. I could see him now, sitting by the fountain, his eyes wondering around as if he were ignoring something. It was hard to believe that someone that looked like a pure angel was nothing but a beast and michievious boy that did everything in his power for his life to be exactlly what everyone thought it was, the bad boy life.

To me, it was as if he were playing a role for himself. He did all this just to make people believe what he believed he was, the devil taking the form of a human boy. This is what I thought he planed out his life to be, a play, and everyone around him was his audience. Of course, his act would only work on an audience and I wasen't a part of that, I played the role of that one child who snuck in backstage and who was the only one who really got to see the reality of it all and the true face of the actor, even if I really wasen't his friend; everybody talked about him. Everyone new who he was and it was sad that nobody recognized him as Akito but as the devil.

In fact, if I weren't as popular as I was now then he would probably be the most popular boy in school, you never see a girl aproach him only because of his attitude. They were to scared to, enyway. He turned to look at me in annoyance but I was to caught to look away. His expression warned me, but I couldn't, his magnificense was like no other. If only, I knew why he was the way he was. So kept to himself and affraid to let anyone in, maybe then I would fully understand his exsistance.

"Sana, stop staring. I know you want to help him but he won't let himself be helped. He hasen't ever sense elementary school. What makes you think that he is going to change his mind now that were in high school, he didn't in middle shcool either. All he does is cause trouble, hang out with his delinquinte friends, or skip school." remarked Mimi as I guided my attention back to the group. "I'm sorry. Your right. It's useless." I replied not entirelly convinced. Maybe if people would try to persuade their help to him more, he would give in to their kindness. He may act like them, but there was something about him that made him different form them. It was in those hazel eyes of his that just caught me everytime we made eye contact.

We never talked to each other but everytime our eyes meet it felt that there was something there besides just strangers. It felt like a noticing of a familiar face, studying your mind and heart like an open book even if we labeled ourselves strangers on the outside of our little fantasy. That feeling is could only be reached in our unknown world we never knew exsisted and may still not even notice. I wanted to make that world real and actually know th true Akito, even if it would only be for a day.

(Akito's Perspective)

Her eyes were still twined to mine, as I tried to stop this but the stare had persisted. I felt relief when the bell rang but maybe by fourth period I would just hang around the school's basement and wait till' the day ends. In class I sat by my usual seat, alone in the back table. Gomi wanted to sit with me but I regected the offer. Myself was my best company and I need no one else. Sana Karata may be the perfect example for eveyone but when it came to math she was the last person you would want to be your perfect example. She was perfect in everything else, with no flaws or mistakes, but she just coulden't get to fase through math.

"I'll have to make you work with someone who actually does know what their doing, Karata." She looked around then placed her eyeballs on me. "Go work with Hayama in the back, he already has an empty seat next to him.

(Sana's Perspective)

I flinched then noticed him look perfectly calm and serene. I gulped and tried to act as good as he was with the 'cool' look. I made it seem like I didn't think it was really a big deal, enyway. I was number one in Japan's list on acting, so this woulden't be very stressing. I managed to fake everything in any surcomstance. I had to admit, I was absolutley and undeniabley one of the best actors and this would be a sintch.

I grabbed the seat next to him as a cold shivver ran threw my spine, then sat down and organized my things. "I don't get this one." I quivered out of lack of strength. He ignored me and continued listening to his music player. I sighed in frustration. "Can you . . . please explain this for me?" I echoed more properly now. Maybe that's the little push he needed but it still gave no reaction. He grew even more speechless. "Hayama!" I yelled to him as I pulled on his earphones, nobody noticed. How could I act so reckless and dareing if I didn't really know him enough to dare even touch him. "You touch me as if you knew me." he remarked skillfully and irritated by my being fresh.

"But I do. Why, your Akito Hayama, age seventeen. We've been in the same classes ever since elementary school. You sit at lunch table seven, which isn't exactlly the regect table but the scumbag table who label themselves 'tough'. You think your so bad and believe yourself to be a a bad boy or a devil, even." I threw back amazed at how perfect it sounded aloud, and I didn't even stutter. "That's thoughrally predictable, Sana." his voice seemed dry and dead. I flinched again.

"You say my first name so easily, as if you knew me. That's rude and for a person that doesn't consider to be any part of my life you should call me by my last name, Karata." I threw back not noticing that he could say he also knew me. He smirked.

"But I do. Why, your Sana Kurata, age sixteen. You and me, have been in the same damn classes ever since elementary. You sit at table one, which is the popular table the jocks, cheerleader, hotties, and one special famous celebrity sit on. You live the life of spoiled princess that takes everything life has given to her for granted and complaines about it. Sana, is the type of girl who labels herself 'The perfect example.' Your everything every girl wants to be, yet, you still want more?" He mocked, changing my version of the story up a bit. His face had turned serious as he glared directly at me.

"Well, that, Akito . . . is thoughrally predictable." I stammered, not in a mocking tone but finally understanding why he haden't liked what I had thrown at him earlier, everyone had their story no matter how perfect they seemed, even a perfectionist like me had her secret flaws that nobody would notice or point out but a certain Akito Hayama. "Well, then I guess we both know each other to a certain point." He ended as he slipped his earphones back on and put his head down.

"I'm sorry..." I managed to come out. "For what?" he said with his head still down. "For what I labled you, for what everyone labels you." he understood what I meant. "That isn't your fault." I nodded in agreement to his statement. "I still feel that I hurt you when I said it. I'm sorry." I persisted. He sighed as if he were already getting tired of me. "You didn't. I'm used to that type of crap people give me. It's not like it's enything new to me."

I began to think about our past that wasen't even a real past then threw a quick chuckle. He was only looking baffled and at loss of my secret joke. "What?" he questioned. "No matter where we are or how different our labelings may be, we always end up having 'something' twine us together."

"It would be better if there wasen't enything like that, that twine us together. I'm not someone that a person like you shound hang around with." He warned. "Why?" I asked out of curiosity. "Reasons that you shoulden't know." He reasured with no explination, whatsoever. "It's rude to say something to someone then cut them off."

"It's rude to call someone a devil." He threw back and I quieted myself down in defeat. "It's not like I'm going to stop you from following me around or keep it a rule that you can't be with me but I won't be responsible if enything happenes to you and I won't exactlly care about your presance, enyway."

"That makes me feel good inside." I joked sarcastically. He only shooke his head. "I'm only warning you of what you apperantly want to get yourself into." He warned again, now more serious than before.

"You make think you know me but you only know what is predictable for a guy like me. In my real world, it's different."

"How different?" I challenged. "You know, a pretty girl like you automatically mutaits into an ugly beast when you talk. You look so much prettier when your quiet." He mocked. I couldn't tell weither that was an insult or a compliment. Maybe both? I turned around to face his opposite direction and I could see from the corner of my eye, him anaylizing me and studying my body, it was very sickening. "You jerk." He smirked.

"You've Changed." He commented . . . I think. I rolled my eyes in disgust. I didn't notice him look enymore but he looked . . . regretful and alone.

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Beginnings are always rocky but it'll get better, were still not in the good parts ;) I'll get there, Promise !! For now, stay tunned for next chapter! Review please!! Eny Ideas on how I should continue?? Tell me and I'll make it happen if it's good. Eny ideas are helpful.

-Isabella Hayama/Karina Galano