I Dreamed of Angels
Part Two D
"Congratulations! You are now a guardian."
The news came quickly for the young angel
who had been patiently for the older angel's return.
"Really? That was fast!"
Before the other could even prepare
himself, the small load was again attached to him as they both fell softly on
the clouds under them.
"Thank you." Quatre said with much delight.
"Even in heaven, you still watch over me."
"Believe me. I've always enjoyed that
responsibility" The older angel answered.
He lifted the still elated angel off of him
and deposited him on a cloud that drifted by.
"Look..." he said. "I've got to prepare you
for this. As much as I enjoy your enthusiasm, I doubt that you know exactly
what to do."
Quatre nodded, looking much like a child
who was excited to learn about something new.
"You will be guarding the soul of a boy."
he began. "Umm, I don't know how to explain this ... how shall I say it? Well,
he's never had a guardian before."
"That's awful!" Quatre said, looking
sorrowfully at the other.
"Don't so that! You're going to make me
cry!" The older angel was teasing but he did get swept away by the other's
expression. He sat beside Quatre and continued.
"It seems that we made a mistake. He's been
accidentally looked over on the list. These kinds of mistakes are very
improbable, but it does happen. Don't worry!" he suddenly piped up. "That means
that he's always been meant for you. Otherwise, his soul wouldn't have come up
just when we were trying to find you a match. Now, isn't that nice?"
Quatre nodded his head again, excitement
being replaced with a solemn expression.
"He's a little unresponsive, a bit sad
even, but I know that you'll make him happy. You will, won't you?" the older
angel asked, shaking Quatre out of his despondent state.
"Of course I will!" Quatre cried out in
defense for his capabilities.
"I don't doubt you, Quatre. I'm sure you
will."
It didn't take long for Quatre to hear
everything he needed to know about the soul he was going to be watching over.
Within minutes, he was able to commit every single detail to memory. Now, there
was only one, important detail left out.
"So, what's his name?" he asked.
"Let me check."
The older angel looked through what seemed
like a file of some sort and then said "... Trowa Barton."
Quatre was stunned at the familiarity of
the name. He had faint memories of a friend he had met years ago. He remembered
a sad, despondent boy dressed like a clown. The events that took place
afterward hit him like a bullet that instantly awakened him to the gravity of
the situation.
"I promised him so many things."
His thoughts were overflowing with guilt at
the realization that he had not been able to check back on the boy ever since
he left the mortal realm.
Quatre spread his wings right away and
prepared himself for his journey below.
"You're wrong."
The abrupt response from Quatre only seemed
to puzzle the older angel that was regarding him with immense concentration.
"He *had* a guardian. His angel had just
been too busy doing something else. Trowa's been waiting for his angel to
return someday."
Passion and determination now surrounded
Quatre as he took flight.
"He'll get his wish because his angel is
returning to him."
The sweet voice was now inaudible as the newly appointed guardian made his way down to the beautiful expanse of the earth.