Guardian Angel
He knelt in shock as he looked up at her from the safety mats and for the first time he felt the pain deep in his heart at what he had done. He hadn't the strength to tear his eyes from her. He felt the wet trickle of a single tear of his own trace its way down his own cheek. In that moment a voice within him told him, you did this. You are the cause of those tears, not her mother or, anyone else... only you. It's your fault. He had made this angel cry. She gave you her heart and you threw it back to her. You will never be able to fix this. Never again will you feel the warmth of her love. And at that moment he knew the truth of those words that haunted him. She was never meant for you.
Angel... he thought back to earlier in the day. She was an angel, everyone had clearly seen it. Everyone that is, but her. Multiple times she had unknowingly spread and flexed those beautiful pure wings covered in downy, soft white feathers. He had initially thought he was hallucinating until Asami had mentioned seeing it also. How could he have possibly known? Did she even know and why was she bound to Earth?
Long ago a prayer had been lifted to the heavens and an answer had been born by the name of Kyoko. The supplicant had been a frightened four year old boy named Kuon that had been kidnapped. His guardian, that had been given to watch over him, knew that his life would be difficult. When she was given the choice to shed her immortality and stand by his side, she took it. She didn't care of what hardships awaited her on the mortal plane, it was a willing sacrifice. Her father permitted it. Few of his children felt love and when they did, he proudly and happily gave them a choice. Perhaps one day all of his children would feel pure love, but until then he would let them go. One by one.
He watched as his new bride entered the grand chapel dressed in her all white gown. For a brief moment he saw her beautiful white wings and her pure white aura that surrounded her. He had seen it many times throughout his time of knowing her. The first time he remembered seeing such a sight was when he was kidnapped at the age of four. He remembered a beautiful girl with long, silky black hair that had taken him in her arms and comforted him until he had been found. The second time was when he was ten and close to being lost to despair. She had come to him in the form of a bubbly little six year old girl who life had not been kind to; yet, she still found it in her heart to only think of him... Her fairy. The next time was when he was twenty-one and wallowing in despair as he sat in the driver's seat of a car on the set of Dark Moon. She had pulled him from the darkness and lead him to her light with the touch of her gentle hands and a soft spoken word. There had been many times after that and he was certain there would be many more.
He watched as his angel approached as a blushing bride and stood before him. Lost in her eyes and her warm glow, he took her hand and they made their vows of Holy Matrimony. His angel. His bride. His Kyoko. A promise made long ago, sealed with a kiss. A promise to protect and deliver. A promise made from love.
That day two fathers would watch their daughter marry, a surrogate father and an immortal father.