Oh my, I didn't expect the first week of returning to both university and work to be so hectic! I'm sorry I forgot to upload drabbles in the last few days... Here's one for now, and I'll try to make up for it in the next few days by posting an uber large bunch. Enjoy, and please keep reviewing! :)
Week 2: Christmas
2g. Angel
"Has it started yet?"
The girl fidgeted in her plastic chair, and was silenced by her mother.
"You'll know when it starts, Usa-chan. Be patient."
Usagi twirled the end of her hair between her fingers, and was about to ask her question again when the lights suddenly went out. With big, bright eyes, Usagi drank in the sight before her, the white paper cut-outs as real to her as the snow outside, the painted fireplace emanating enough heat that she felt like removing her jacket. One by one, the kids from the orphanage filed in, showing the audience their interpretation of the birth of Jesus Christ.
Then she noticed a boy, just a few years older than her, standing in a corner, wrapped in white. Puzzled by this, Usagi turned to her mother again.
"Mama, who is that boy? Why does he look so sad?"
"It's sad when you don't have a mummy or daddy," her mother explained in a whisper, "and all these children are orphans. The boy is the angel Gabriel, who appeared to Mary in her dream. Now hush Usagi-chan, and listen what they are saying."
Entranced by the distant look in the boy's eyes, Usagi obeyed and fell silent. But her attention was still on the boy, on how messy his thick black hair was, on the way he seemed to sag under the white cloth of his costume. The lonely little boy, a few years older, a few decades wiser, pretending to be a being of light when he was so small and sad... Then, when his glance shifted to the audience and something unknown caught his eye, the boy straightened and changed, as if a ball of warmth had slowly spread through his limbs, touching his insides until he appeared to be glowing...
And at that moment, Usagi knew that he really was an angel.