Angels Would Fall

Angels Would Fall
Copyright: Melissa Etheridge
By: Koneko Yuy
Disclaimers: Don't own either the song or the boys...
Notes: People are funny. They love something I think is stupid.... This is a very brief reprieve from The Angel's Fault....
Artemis: Really....
Narehendu: It's based on The Angel's Fault!
Snowdrop: ....It's part of The Angel's Fault... Just in songfic form. Oh, yeah. Maxwell Orphanage wasn't blown up like it was in Duo's Episode Zero...
Koneko: Oi.... They needed a place for this to take place...

*The rope that's wrapped around me*

I groan, waking up.

*Is cutting through my skin*

My eyes snap open. I'm hanging upside down.

*And the doubts that have surrounded me*

Something moves behind me. I can't see what....

*Are finding their way in*

The thing wraps around me. I relax. It's only my wings.

*I keep it close to me*

My eyes widen. My wings? But...

*Like a holy man prays*

I pull myself upright. My ankles are tied to the board above me.

*In my desperate hour*

I cut the ropes, dropping to the floor. My wings wrap around me in reflex.

*It's better that way*

I slowly stand up. Whoever hung me up would be back soon, so I should disappear.

*So I'll come by and see you again*

In my wandering, I find myself in a church.

*I'll be such a very good friend*

A priest comes up to me. I look at him.

*Have mercy on my soul*

"You're an angel of His, aren't you?" he asks in a whisper.

*I will never let you know*

I look past him and at the cross above the alter. "Of God's, yes."

*Where my mind has been*

As my eyes come back to him, he gives me a bow. "You are most welcome here then." The wise brown eyes of the priest's look up at me. "Very welcome, Angel."

*Angels never came down*

Something burns within me as I ask a question. "You... have an orphanage here, right?"

*There's no one here they want to hang around*

The father nods. "Yes. Maxwell Orphanage."

*But if they knew*

"Then I take it you are Father Maxwell?" I look at him.

*If they knew you at all*

He nods again. "Yes, but don't expect any of the children to be up at this hour. They are all in bed."

*Then one by one the angels*

I noted a 'Or should be...' in his voice, but dismissed it. It's none of my business.

*Angels would fall*

"If it's not too much trouble, could I spend the night in the church?" I ask. He smiles and nods, then leaves.

I head to the alter and sit on it, pulling my knees up to my chest and stare up at the cross, my wings wrapping around me in a protective gesture.

*I've crept into your temple*

My ears detect a noise behind me. Someone had come in the church. Or left it.

*I have slept upon your pew*

I turn slightly. No, entered the church. The boy is staring up at me, frightened.

*I've dreamed of the divinity*

His knees give out beneath him and he falls to his knees. His wide amythest eyes search my face.

*Inside and out of you*

I get off the alter, slowly approaching the boy. The haunting violet eyes flutter close as he waits for my anger to be unleashed on him for disturbing me.

*I want it more than truth*

Angels are born as, live as, and die as virgins. That's how it's supposed to be. But I am no virgin. Not anymore.

*I can taste it on my breath*

I stand over him. He still thinks I'm going to kill him for what he did.

*I would give my life just for a little death*

His eyes snap open, realizing I have no intention of killing him. He stares up at me wildly.

*So I'll come by and see you again*

He looks almost otherworldly the way he's kneeling in a patch of moonlight.

*I'll be just a very good friend*

I very slowly put my hand under his chin and pull him to his feet.

*I will not look upon your face*

He starts to turn away under my study of him, but my hand on his chin stops the movement.

*I will not touch upon your grace*

His eyes look deep into mine. The way he looks at me is almost like he knows me. Knows who I am. Knows what I am.

*Your ecclasiastic skin*

His hand reaches up to my cheek. He bites his lip as he does so.

*I'll come by and see you again*

I stir out of bed. He's asleep next to me.

*I'll have to be a very good friend*

For all he knows, he gave his virginity to an angel he'll never know or see again. Fate is such a fickle little thing.

*If I whisper, they will know*

I kiss him softly on the cheek. It's dawn. I must go before I'm missed.

*I'll just turn around and go*

I know, deep down inside of my holy soul, he woke alone and cried. I know he feels that I used him. But I didn't. I would never hurt him. I love him too much to do that to him.

*You will never know my sin*