~Angels & Demons~

~Chapter 3~

Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara, or its characters!

A.N.: Hey guys, so I have a reason for why I'm not posting recently. Not just one reason, but a lot of reasons…

1. Too busy with school.

2. Laziness.

3. The worst thing to happen to an author… Writer's Block.

The third reason is the main reason why. Writer's Block sucks as most of you guys probably know. I haven't even gotten an idea for anything recently… I'm trying my best to write and update chapters for you with whatever I have as of right now.

Enjoy reading this chapter of Angels & Demons! It's shorter than usual, so sorry for that!

I'll try to update all of my stories ASAP!

Happy Reading!

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A whirlwind of movement happened in just a millisecond. The sudden intensifying glow of angel wings and dark mysterious aura of demon wings exploded in the room. Unfurled wings filled the entire living room, making it hard to move around. The usually neatly arranged furniture was scattered around the living room. Cracked plates, cups, and a teapot sat on the floor, threatening to poke someone in the foot. The platter that had originally held them sat discarded and forgotten on the floor.

Amu's eyes widened in surprise as her own father came barreling towards her. She hopped up from her spot on the couch, back flipped, and landed a foot away from her original spot. Everyone else was farther away from their original positions now, watching the Director with cautious eyes. Amu glared at him, anger replacing her once surprised expression.

"What are you doing here?" Amu snarled.

"Is that any way to greet your father?" The Director asked, a smirk slipping onto his lips.

"I can greet you any way I want to," Amu replied. Her lip curled back threateningly. Her eyes watched him for any sign of charging at her.

The Director made a tsking noise. "Oh, Amu, what has that rat of a man taught you?! You were nothing like this before! He changed you completely."

"He didn't change me. He made me realize who I really am! Unlike you, he speaks the truth. He doesn't lie to me, no matter what. I'm strong, and he knows that." Amu said, crossing her arms across her torso. Her chin tilted up, showing defiance.

"What are you doing here?" Ikuto asked, stepping closer to Amu. His wings had unfurled. The black dark feathers stood out against the white and brighter colors of Amu and Ikuto's home. It shone with an unearthly glow next to Amu's stark white wings. Although it looked like complete opposites, the colors still somehow matched. It was like the Yin and Yang. Ikuto pulled his wings behind him, trying to make as much room as possible for the rest of the angels and demons gathered there.

"He doesn't have to answer to you, demon." A voice ripped its way into the room.

Everyone looked up in time to see Tadase appear in the door way. His red eyes narrowed at them all. A frown seemed to be chiseled into his features. And, one thing was different about him… He had his wings out. His wings were… ugly.

It was muddy colored, yet it was also a white at the same time. The mixing the two colors were not complete. It looked like ash, but darker and lighter at the same time. To top it off, his wings didn't look strong and capable like the rest of the angels and demons. It seemed fragile-like and flimsy. The feathers seemed like they were slowing falling out. The edges were frayed, and each independent feather seemed withered.

Ikuto turned his head away in disgust. All these years, he had wondered how desperate Tadase was to actually convert. Now, he knew. Tadase was a mad man. He was too far gone to realize what he did was frowned upon.

Converting was something all angels disliked and hated. There had only been a handful of angels who had ever tried to "convert". To convert was to change your entire origin to that of a new one. For instance, Tadase went from a demon to an angel. If done correctly, you might be able to get the same kind of wings the race had. However, most of the time, the conversion resulted in failure. To know if an angel or demon had converted was easy. He or she would have wings much like Tadase's. They would be frayed and almost translucent. The color would be off too.

"Your wings, they're…" Rima trailed off, not knowing the word to describe them. In all her years, she had never seen a Converter before. Rima had only heard and read tales about them.

"You're a Converter," Utau growled under her breath. Her black wings stretched to half of their full length. The white spots that dotted them made them seem innocent and warming. The feathers were almost bristling, like an angry or scared cat.

Kukai laid a hand on her arm. "Utau," Kukai chastened. He turned instead to the Director, raising a brow. "Who are you to sneer at that word, Tadase? You're a demon too."

"Can't you see? I'm an angel now!" Tadase said. He looked annoyed, but it quickly transformed into happiness. He smiled as if he was a little boy, receiving a toy for Christmas. They could finally see his wings, his angel wings.

"You're not even half angel, Tadase." Ikuto replied.

"I see what you're trying to do, Ikuto! You're just jealous that I'm an angel now. I'm the same race as your precious Amu." Tadase replied, a smirk crossing his lips.

"It's true, Tadase. You're not even a full angel. Look at your wings. They're dying." Amu said. Her wings were closed in comfortably around her. The pure whiteness of the wings made Amu seem like the stereotypical angel. All she needed was the bright shining halo shining above her head.

Tadase opened his mouth to reply. His face was red. Luckily, the Director stepped in before anything bad could happen.

"Excuse Tadase, he doesn't know anything."

"Sir, I-"Tadase started, but the Director held up a hand, silencing him.

"Don't say anything," the Director said, before turning back to the others.

Tadase nodded, falling silent. Instead, he glared at the rest of the angels and demons gathered there. They proceeded to ignore him.

"Get out of my house. Get out of my sight. GET OUT OF MY LIFE!" Amu screamed. Fury shook her small frame. Ikuto stepped to the side, away from his wife.

Ikuto laid a hand on Amu's shoulder. "Amu… calm down…" He whispered.

Amu turned to Ikuto, tears streaming down her eyes. "Just please, get me the hell out of here."

Ikuto opened his mouth to reply, but his eyes widened. "Amu, watch out!" He said.

Amu turned to see the Director coming at her again. She flew up, nearly hitting the ceiling. All her friends surrounded her, staying near the ceiling too. The Director quickly flew upwards, making them fly outside. They hovered over the house, watching the Director. The Director smirked flying after Amu, using all his speed. Tadase followed right after the Director. He smiled gleefully.

Amu dodged away and beat her white wings quickly. Her friends soared quickly behind her, making sure to protect her.

Thanks you guys. Amu thought, sending the telepathic message to everyone.

You're my best friend, Amu. Why would I not? Utau thought back.

Agreed, we're not going to lose you. Kukai thought. Amu saw him smile.

Don't worry, Amu. We're not going to let them touch you. Rima thought.

I agree with Rima, we're here for you! Nagi thought to her.

No matter what, I'll never let anything hurt you… Amu… Ikuto sent her, and an image of hearts entered her mind. Along with that, the words, "I Love You", were sent too.

Amu smiled, and shook her head. She had the best friends ever. She didn't know what she could do if she lost them. Her friends were fending off the Director and Tadase. Amu slowed slightly, so she could help her.

Don't. They all said in unison.

Amu hesitated.

Go on… we'll catch up with you later, Amu. We promise. They thought once more.

Amu felt a hand clasp her own, and she looked up to see Ikuto. Ikuto smiled. "Let's go, we shouldn't let their attempts be wasted. I know they'll catch up with us soon."

Amu nodded, wiping the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Alright, I trust you." She whispered, squeezing Ikuto's hand.

Ikuto smiled, slowly beating his black raven-like wings. Amu followed along, her pure white wings beating in rhythm to his. Together, they flew over the horizon at a great speed. Amu trusted her gut and Ikuto that they would see their friends again.

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