Hi guys. So upon looking at my original ending for this story, which would have been the same-old-same-old happy ending, I decided it needed a little spice. Not a lemon, but something that will probably make you scream at your computer screen and wish to do harm to me.

So, are we ready? Here we go!

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Anzu's Avenging Angel

Chapter 14

"Why are you so interested in Atem's business now?" the archangel Gabriel asked his apprentice. Seto was pacing in his Master's study room, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Because he has the entire team looking for Bakura, which is understandable, but why does he have Joey looking for the doorway to Heaven, it doesn't make any sense!" Gabriel's pale blond brows rose.

His hair was nearly white blond with a touch of gold. In the sunlight, it was hard for anyone other than the archangels to look at him. The archangel of truth and the messenger of God, like all the old archangels, were mate-less, which often made Seto a bit jealous. "That doesn't make sense, but he will be a powerful archangel one day, perhaps he would just like to know what was lost, even to us."

"Please, those seraphs know the location; they just don't want to give it up." Seto growled, a soft white glow started to emanate around him.

"That may be so," Gabriel said, walking up to his apprentice, placing a hand on Seto's shoulder. "But you should leave him alone. You and I both know that you're not ready to talk to him face-to-face once more."

"How can he go on?" he snapped. "How can the other archangels already see him as one? Why can they not look at me that way?"

Gabriel sighed. "Because Seto, you lost your soul mate, and that does something to the soul. It may be true that we archangels of old will never know such a feeling, but we can understand it. Atem has no mate, therefore, he is in a much different position than you."

"I resent that!" Seto snarled. A glass vase shattered into tiny pieces. With centuries of patience, Gabriel waved his hand and the vase put itself back together.

"This is your test, Seto. Learn to forgive, because that is what is expected of us angels. Life has a way of making things better."

"How do you know?"

Gabriel smiled sadly. "Because I loved once too."

Set spun around. "But you said-"

"She was not my soul mate, but I loved her, and she loved me. Then one day she found she loved another, she was torn, so I saved her the pain, told her to go with the other man because he would grow old with her, while I could not. At first, I was angry that I could not be with her, but then . . ." he took a breath of air. "But then I came back after a year. She was happy, she had a son and a girl on the way."

Seto leaned against the wall in stunned silence, for this was a new side to his master that not even he'd seen. "Do you want to know what she named her first son?" Gabriel laughed softly.

"She named him after you?"

"Indeed she did. That day I learned something very important. If you love someone truly, than for the good of their happiness that they deserve, let them go. To this day I am happy that she was happy, and in return, I blessed her family and watched over her only son."

"What does that have anything to do with Kisara and I?"

"You said, 'what do I know?' and I told you. Would she have wanted you to hold this grudge?"

Seto felt his cheeks burn a bit. "No . . ."

"Do you think she would understand Atem's ignorance at the time?"

"Yes." Of course she would, that was just how Kisara was.

"Than maybe you see a little bit of what I see, Apprentice." The archangel picked up a simple black bag and a spark of white light flashed over his white robes, changing them into simple jeans and a plain white shirt.

"Master?"

"Michael is with his apprentice, too. I'd like to fight for those children." He turned and smiled. "Are you coming with?"

Seto sighed and shrugged. "Sure." He muttered.

When Anzu got home Atem grabbed her by her tiny waist and snuggled into her neck. 'Don't do that again.'

She smiled. 'I won't.' "I came up with a really good reason why you can't find any seraphs from your list on my tree."

Atem blinked. "Really?" he turned to his Master. "What?"

"The seraphs couldn't age, Atem. So they no doubt turned to each other for companionship. If they had children of their own, then we wouldn't have known because they were so wide-spread."

Atem's jaw dropped. "That actually makes since! It would explain a few odd trees I found too."

"Odd?"

"I noticed that a few relatives seemed to . . . repeat themselves. The same names and such. I figured that it was to honor some dead family member but then I noticed an odd pattern to the names. For one woman it was always Luna, Mahina, Neona, and Oamra and then it starts all over again. Upon doing some research for the names, I found out they mean one thing or have something do with one thing. The moon. Upon looking into our list, I found a seraph by the name of Celina, seraph of the Moon."

"So . . . they died and were . . . reborn?" Anzu asked, because she knew she had all the birth records of her family.

"Yes, and the husband was the same deal, Samson, Levant, Apollo, which is a bit arrogant, and then literally, the name Sun. These two have been finding each other for generations upon generations. Their DNA is different since at least one of them was born into a different family."

"But how do they know to restart the whole naming process?" Michael mused.

"Maybe it's just engrained in them." Anzu suggested.

"But what makes Anzu?" Michael asked. Atem hummed and shuffled through some papers.

"My mother's name was Tina, though . . ."

"That's not what this birth certificate says." Atem said, holding up a piece of paper that said in black ink, Oamra Mazaki. Anzu remembered her grandmother . . . Grandma Neona . . .

"So why isn't my name Luna?"

"Because your birth certificate says Estelle Anzu Mazaki. My guess is your mother just called you Anzu to be lazy."

"That's interesting. Anzu, your father is the sun, your mother the moon, and now you are the stars." Michael mused. "You must have been their actually child to be born to them. Seraphs may be immortal, but they aren't like angels. We are much more fertile then they are. The birth of a new seraph was a cause of great celebration."

Anzu sat down on her couch, hands folded. "So . . . I'm Estelle, seraph of the Stars . . ."

"You sound shocked."

She shook her head. "Well, I grew up knowing I would die some day and now, to find out that I'm the child of former heavenly beings . . ." she leaned back and looked out the window to the rising sun. "I need to take a walk. Alone." She said getting up.

Atem went to go after her but Michael stopped him. "Stop, Atem. Let her get through this herself. She needs to accept who she is on her own, not with someone's help."

"But-"

"The sun is rising. She'll be fine."

Atem was about to argue but an explosion interrupted him. Michael yanked his apprentice away from the shattered wall before a blade of darkness slashed through the air.

"Now that wasn't nice." A sly voice said. Atem froze and was very thankful that Anzu wasn't here right now. "Where's your soul mate, Atem?"

"Heaven, I found the doorway." He bluffed.

Bakura blinked and his brown eyes turned crimson. "Then I guess her heart will break there!" he snarled and charged.

Now, this chapter and the next chapter will be fast pased for a reason. One, I'm grounded and if my dad finds out I'm dead, two, I sat around for most of the day wondering how I was going to show that . . . err, things can uh, happen real fast.

Hopping around was a no-no because I hate it when someone does too much hopping from one pov to the other. It makes the writing look bad...

So I finally said to myself, "I'll just make it fast pased. No one will probably like it but that's a risk I have to take.

So please, I know this is really fast, but bare with it. You'll start yelling at me in the end.