A/N: Hellos. C: It's me again with my rad new smiley face. C: Who says rad anymore? Oh well everyone can get over it. XD So here's the next chapter. It's super mega ultra long. Sorry about that, I guess I got a little carried away. --;; But um...yeah you know the drill. Read and tell me what you think or I'll kill this kitty.

Kitty: Why me?

Me:...I'm not sure.

Kitty:...

Me:...Well here it is! XD

Sadly I do not own the characters in this story. Especially the gorgeous angel spoken of in this story. (sobs)

Broken Saint

Chapter 4

Night Bloom

Yeshua smiled at the smell of the ocean. Mary's meadow was a great place to be. It was calming, relaxing and right next to the ocean. Yeshua had always thought that this place was bulit so weird. God must have experimented with land formations here. He looked over at Mary. She was amazingly beautiful in the sunlight. Her black skin seemed to absorb it, soak it in like a dry sponge does water. It didn't dry out her skin, but seemed to make it softer, smoother, creamier. He smiled at her and ran a hand through her dark hair. His cinnamon skin looked a thousand shades lighter compared to hers. "Mary, you're so beautiful." He said softly, admiring the color of her eyes.

"Yeshua." She said, turning her full gaze on him.

He gave her a lazy smile. "Mary." He answered.

He watched her look down and grab one of his hands. She held his brown hand in hers for a little while before placing another hand on top of his. The look on her face worried him. He frowned a little and tilted his head to one side.

"Mary?" he asked, shocked when he saw a tear slide down her cheek. He wiped it away with his free hand. She looked back up at him and gave him a fake smile that she couldn't hold for long and it turned into a frown.

"Forgive me." She whispered.

And that's the last thing he remembered.

Mary sat at the kitchen table in her house alone Her parents still weren't back and she was starting to worry about them. Where in the world where they? She understood that they had a job to do but come on. She really needed to talk to somene. She poked at the food that Shion had bought for her from a vender that smelled funny. She didn't even know what it was, but it was gooey and stringy so she'd promised to eat it when she got home. She poked it again and sighed at the strange food. She couldn't eat anything, let alone something this strange. She stared at the gray mass of whatever it was and swore she saw it moving. She threw it away and sat back down at the table. She couldn't concentrate on anything. Her mind kept traveling back to the market place. She didn't want to believe it but she new it was true. That purple ball was proof of it.

What was that? She asked herself.

She placed a hand on her chest. Not a scratch. Not one scratch. She sighed and layed her head down on the table and cried.

There was a legend-or maybe it was more like a prophecy than a legend-that she'd heard since she was little. It was about the woman that her people called the Blessed Saint. She was a holy woman, with amazing powers. Her whole purpose in life was to protect her people and it is said that through her, the land will prosper and as long as she's alive the people would be safe from any evil.

However, there was an exception. The legend/prophecy also said that the saint had two personalities fighting for control of her conciousness. One was peaceful, kind, gentle; the things a saint should be. The second, was wild, power hungry, vicious, unrelenting; the complete opposite of everything a saint should be. They were often compared with water and fire; water being life giving and fire being destruction.

If the destructive side or the fire within the saint ever took over, the land would be consumed by chaos.

Mary had never liked the idea of being the saint. She'd always thought the saint sounded sort of broken. Why would God entrust the fate of an entire land in one so...what was the word? Weak? Tormented? The only world she could really think of that fit her was broken.

No one had ever been completley sure if she was the actual saint of the legend/prophecy. She was supposed to have shown signs of power when she was very young. She had once, when she was 5. She and Shion had been playing outside when Shion busted her head open on a rock. Mary didn't know what to do. They were far away from anyone who could help them and she didn't want to leave Shion alone. She sat next to Shion and tried to wake her up, crying and calling her name, but she didn't wake up. She doesn't know why she did it or how she knew what to do, but she placed her hands over the bloody hole on Shion's head and closed her eyes. The whole memory was hazy, but she remembered a blue light and the next thing she knew Shion was awake, asking Mary why she was crying. The big, gaping whole was gone.

Mary sighed. That was the only time anything like that had ever happened. She'd never told anyone, afraid of being sent to a church and taken away from her parents or something. She wasn't exactly sure what she'd been afraid of. The whole idea just scared her.

She poked at the food she'd made while she'd been lost in her thoughts. It was a definite improvement over the gray stringy stuff Shion had tried to feed her before leaving. Why didn't anything look edible? She sighed again in frustration. "Stupid Jewish food!" She said and pushed it away to make room for her head. She didn't want to be broken. A few tears fell down her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

"Stupid Jewish food hm?" A smooth, gorgeous, familiar voice said gently. Mary's eyes flew open and she shot up off the table she'd been brooding on top of all afternoon. "You'd think that you'd at least be used to it by now, seeing as how you've been eating this food since you were born. Oh, and not to mention the whole being Jewish thing."

"Y-Yeshua! I-I didn't mean-"

He smiled at her and she shut her mouth fast, afraid of what else might come out. He looked over at the plate she'd pushed away and picked up a piece of fish. He examined it closely before placing it delicatley in his mouth. He swallowed and stared back at Mary.

"I think it tastes great." He said, taking another piece and putting it into his mouth.

She blushed and turned away from him. Yeshua tilted his head to one side in a way that made him look like a confused puppy. "Mary are you ok?" he asked, taking a cautious step toward her.

"Um...what are you doing here, Yeshua?" She answered, hoping that didn't sound rude and knowing the whole time it probably did.

He smiled again, and Mary could've sworn her heart stopped at the beautiful sight.

"I heard a beautiful woman crying." he answered, wiping the tears off her face. "And I decided that I didn't like the sound. So I came to see what was wrong."

She held her breath when his skin touched her face, he noticed this, chuckled and pulled his hand back.

"You always do that when people touch you Mary?"

Only when a gorgeous angel touches me.

"Um...not all the time." she mumbled.

He smiled again and tilted his head. "You wanna talk about it Mary?"

She gulped. Yes

"N-no, I'll be ok." she said.

Yeshua frowned a little, but it was gone in a flash and if Mary hadn't been watching close enough, she probably wouldn't have seen it.

He looked outside onto the desert for a moment before saying

"It's getting sort of dark Mary, so I was wondering if you'd like to come with me before the sun went down."

Wait, didn't I already say no?

"Wait Yesh-"

"Please Mary? There's something I'd like to show you."

Even though her head was screaming that whatever shewas going to do with the man she was in love with before she was married to the man that made her skin crawl was a sin, the little Shion devil on her left shoulder was screaming "Go for it!"

Yeshua held out a beautiful, brown hand and asked her again. She looked at him and then back at his hand and sighed. Well, it was better than crying and complaining about what she'd called "Jew food" in her frustration. Seriously, what was up with that?

"Ok Yeshua." She said quietly, placing a her hand in his.

His smile returned and he pulled her up from her chair.

"Then let's go."

"The forest, Yeshua?"

"Of course. We have to go through the forest to get there."

Mary frowned. "Where are we going Yeshua?"

He chuckled. "Mary, where is your favorite place to be?"

Mary thought about the question for a moment.

Besides right now, you mean?

"The Ocean." she answered.

"Really?" he asked, sounding interested for some reason.

"Yeah." She said happily, forgetting about the earlier events of the day.

The sun was starting to set, casting the desert into a mixture of deep orange and reds, casting the small village into a vision of dulling embers.

"What do you like most about it?" Yeshua asked as they neared the forest entrance.

She watched the way the color of the sky turned his beautiful silver hair a light orange and the way the darker shadows seemed to cling delicatley on the nape of his neck.

"I like the way it just seems to go on forever. The way it doesn't seem to have an exact end. It amazes me sometimes to know that there are people that live on the other side of it too. I don't know why. I guess it's because I've never been outside the village."

He smiled. "I like that answer."

They entered the forest and it almost immidately blocked out the sun and made everything black.

"Oh!" Mary gasped as she tripped over an invisible log.

"Careful." Yeshua said, humor coating his voice as he caught her arm.

Mary blushed and whispered a small thank you and pulled herself up. Yeshua didn't let go though, and instead wrapped an arm around her waist saying that he needed to keep her close in case she had another clumsy accident. She thought about pushing him off, but the strick, preacher-like angel that usually sat on her shoulder and told her everything was a sin, seemingly lost her voice and melted underneath the warmth of Yeshua's perfect arm. The rest of the walk seemed to go like this. smiling his intoxicating smile and hypnotizing her with his amazing voice while she tried to pull herself out of the trance and actually pay attention to what he was saying. Part of her wished that the suddenly mute angel would wake up and tell her to get his arm off of her and another part wanted...well...a lot more than just an arm wrapped around her waist.

Finally they stopped walking. Yeshua's translucent blue eyes shone amazingly in the night.

"Wait here." he said excitedly.

"Yeshua, wait!" she called, but he was already gone behind the trees. She sighed and looked around. The sun was already gone. The moon was slowly crawling it's way across the sky, sending it's silvery rays onto the forest. She looked around her and noticed that the forest she'd earlier described as almost non-existant was lush and thick. Everything around her looked unfamiliar, and ancient, as if it'd been there for years. How far had Yeshua taken her? Was she even in the same forest?

"Ok." Yeshua said, surprising her and making her jump.

He laughed. "Do you have any idea how fun you are?"

She blushed again. He stepped out of the trees and grabbed her hand.

"What are you so excited about, Yeshua?" she asked, and was surprised at how much easier she was able to talk to him.

"Come here, come here." He said, pulling her closer. "Watch your step."

She giggled at his expression. His whole face was lit up and everything about him seemed to glow with excitement as he slowly lead her through the dark trees.

Finally, the trees started to give way and opened up onto a beautiful meadow. Mary gasped at the sight. The whole meadow was lit up by small glowing bugs that looked like almost like fairies. The light emanating from an invisible source engulfed their whole body and they danced around carefree, casting their beautiful, yellow light on the flower covered floor of the meadow. Mary looked down at the meadow. There was not one place that wasn't covered by a beautiful flower. She bent down to examine the one of the flowers. It was a dark blue with four petals whose edges were outlined in an even darker purple. They swayed gently back and forth even though there was no wind and seemed to reach for the beautiful light of the tiny insects.

"Yeshua, it's gorgeous." She said amazed. She picked up one of the flowers and watched in utter surprise as the flower began to change it's color from dark blue and purple to a bright, shining white.

Yeshua grinned happily. "Those flowers are called Night Blooms. When the sun rises they turn this white color. When they are picked then, they turn blue."

She started out over the meadow. "And the insects?"

"Oh they're the best part." he answered, almost jumping up and down. "They keep the flowers alive. They sort of play off each other. The light the bugs admit keep the Night Blooms alive and in the morning they hide in petals of the flowers when the sun arrives. They won't hurt you." he said capturing one on his hand. "See?"

Mary nodded and took it from his hand. It looked like a butterfly. An albino butterfly with light blue dots at the top of it's wings. Mary smiled and let it fly off her hand into the night. She hadn't been in this meadow 5 minutes and she was already in love with it.

"That's not the even the best part!" he said even more excited than before.

Mary was shocked. What else was he going to show her? He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the eastern side of the huge meadow. "Look Mary." he said.

She squinted in the darkness. The ocean. The same ocean she'd seen from her ordinary desert meadow. She gave Yeshua a confused look. He smiled at her confusion.

"Here." he said holding out his hand.

She took his hand and allowed him to lead her to the ocean. When they reached the water's edge Yeshua released her hand and bent down to pick up some sand.

"Watch this." he said, closing his hand around the granuals.

Mary squinted in the dark. What was he doing? She couldn't see. Why wasn't the moon shining in the right direction? She thought about running back and catching one of those light bug things when he opened his hand and revealed a clear, sparkling crystal.

"Oh Yeshua! That's amazing!" She gasped for what must've been the thousandth time that night.

He handed her the crystal, smiling the same intoxicating smile as before.

"You can do it too Mary, wanna try?"

She stared up at him. This was almost too much to handle at once, but before she could object he'd placed some sand into her free hand.

"Ok, close your eyes Mary and concentrate."

She did as she was told, but nothing happened. She opened her hand to see nothing but sand. She looked up at Yeshua, confused and a little disappointed.

He laughed, "Here, let me help you."

He closed her fingers gently and covered her hand with both of his.

"Try it again." he said gently.

Mary shook her head to clear her mind (mostly of the affect Yeshua's voice had on it) and closed her eyes.

There was a small tingling in her hands and a blue light flashed briefly and faded just as fast.

Yeshua removed his hands and smiled. When Mary uncurled her fingers there, in the palm of her hand was light blue translucent crystal. The same color as Yeshua's eyes.

Mary smiled and let out an excited cry.

"Oh Yeshua, it's beautiful! This whole place is beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it, Mary." he beamed.

She looked out over the almost black ocean.

"...but why did you bring me here?"

Yeshua's beautiful smile fell a little, but didn't disappear.

"I-I was told to bring you here." he said.

"Told?" Mary asked, fear setting in.

As in Wilhelm told?

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you-or maybe you would." he answered, "But, the main reason I brought you here was because I thought it'd make you feel better."

He took a step closer to her. "I've always wanted to bring you here. I know you probably don't like being with me because of your betrothal, but..." he looked out over the ocean.

Mary's heart pounded.

Oh my God, he's not going to tell me he loves me is he? What am I gonna do if he does? I..um... oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

Mary's little preacher angel snapped awake and started naming all the sins she'd accomplished in one night and Mary felt like the Devil himself was going to drag her through this beautiful meadow and take her down to his firey lair.

But there was nothing in the world she wanted more. She wished that she wasn't so afraid of everything. Maybe if he confessed, she'd forget everything. She could try, right?

She watched the worried expression on his face. God he was beautiful. There was nothing in the world that would ever compare to him. The way the moon had finally decided to shine on his skin made him even more unreal. That's when she remembered that he was an angel. How in the world could she forget that? She felt like smacking herself upside the head. She thought about asking him about it, but before she'd decided on it he spoke.

"Nevermind." He said, smiling at her. The smile made her frown. She could tell it was fake.

"Yeshua..." she began softly.

He smiled and shook his head. "I think it's time I got you home, Mary. Thank you for coming with me. It's so beautiful here. Maybe...we could come back sometime."

Mary nodded her head both relieved and dissappointed at the same time.

Yeshua smiled and took her hand. "Well we'd better get you back. We have a marriage to go to in the morning."

Mary allowed Yeshua to lead him out of the forest quietly.

That night she made herself a promise. A promise she knew would probably cause her more problems than not, but it was one she had to make and one she had to keep. She fell asleep thinking about the beautiful meadow, and the amazing angel that took her there.

A/N: Ok, finally done. Finally, finally, finally done. That took freakin forever. Forever! XDDDD

Ok, well anyways sorry for the longness. Tell me what you think. (rolls around on the ground in anticipation) Reviews please! XD