Awakened
Remiel awoke not under a blue sky, but in Konoha's sick ward. He lay on a bed, the sterile, white folding kind. He thought back to his dream, his inner world...and Selene.
He rubbed his eyes, and the first thing he saw, was the orange sunhat resting on his bedside table.
"It was a gift, from your friend." spoke a voice from his bedside. He turned to the speaker,n
He saw Valdescir trying to light a cigarette at his bedside, his ornate silver lighter clicking in the gloom of the sick ward.
"You know this is a no smoking room, right?" said Remiel in a hoarse voice that didn't sound like him.
Valdescir merely gave a shrug.
After clearing his throat, Remiel continued.
"How long was I out?" asked Remiel, his voice sounding a little less hoarse.
"Three days, you were moaning sumthin' about forgiveness...but other than that, you were out like a light." said Valdescir, finally managing to light his cigarette, which surprisingly did not give off any smoke.
"You need to get a drink." Said Valdescir, gesturing to Remiel's bedside table, where a glass of cold water had appeared next to the hat.
Remiel grabbed it, and gulped it down greedily, spilling some water onto his bare chest.
"Well, the seven sparks want you to return to Nu-Salem as you went on unofficial leave, but it was negated by the fact that you prevented an outburst of Chaos in this realm, and so, they've decided to let you off." said Valdescir as Remiel drank from his glass.
"But I still have to go back, right? Three months are up." Said Remiel after he had finished
"Yes, but I requested that they grant my little request, and well, I'll let them say it themselves."
He pulled out a clear glass mirror out of his trenchcoat, and waited as the connection was set.
A picture appeared on the mirror, a man wearing a very professional business suit, his white blond hair combed over his head.
"They've taken on the forms of lawyers, its apparently rather amusing to them, what with all the references of lawyers going to hell and such."
Remiel heard Valdescir say something under his breath like "Retards..."
"Testing, testing...one two one two...Hello, Remiel, are you there?" the man said in a slight British accent.
"Lord Michael." Said Remiel, bowing his head in respect.
"On behalf of the Seven Sparks, I, Archangel Michael, honor your request for Guardianship of that realm."
"G-Guardianship?" asked a shocked Remiel.
"Yes, your friend here has been bugging us for your guardianship in that realm, and since you seem so accustomed to that realm, we approve." Said the Archangel, a smile playing on his lips.
"That means...I-I can..." stammered Remiel.
"Yes, kiddo...you can stay." said Valdescir.
A look of joy filled Remiel's face, Valdescir smiled as the boy took the news so well.
"I've got to tell Hina- Where's Hinata?" said Remiel, worry clouding over his overjoyed face.
"You really care about that girl, don't you?" said Valdescir as he stubbed out his dying cigarette.
He gave a small sigh, and then pointed to the last bed, covered in surgical screens, the kind that surgeons use.
"The one at the end." Said Valdescir, fumbling in his trenchcoat for another cigarette.
Remiel got out of bed, and walked as fast as his stiff legs would allow. He got to the last bed, and pulled back the screens.
His eyes saw Hinata, lying on the bed. Her skin had taken a sickly pallor, but underneath the skin, lines of yellow surged through her form, following blood vessels and veins. Her black hair was blanching, becoming more of a lavender color. Only the ends remained their original color.
"Val, what's happening to her?" asked Remiel.
Valdescir walked over, and looked at Hinata.
"She's ascending. Becoming an angel." Valdescir said matter-of-factly.
"Wha..How? Did you do this?"
Valdescir shot him a mildly surprised look.
"Nope, she was like that when I took the both of you to the hospital. I felt the pulse of the Divine Flame within her bones. No, this was something you did."
Now it was Remiel's turn to look surprised.
"Me? How did I..." of course, it was then that he remembered his last act before
(before killing Pein)
giving in to his bloodlust. He had shot pure divine energy into the spike, thinking that it would be destroyed. It was destroyed, but apparently, it had another side effect....
This.
"Congratulations, Remiel, you've just created an angel."
