beautiful, priceless, and too good to be true
Part 6 : The Uncontrollable Strikes Again
I was sitting in the room I and Schuldich shared. I felt confused.
Slowly, I opened the palm of my hand and willed my powers to take the shape of the image in my mind. Slowly, a faint blue light sparked in the middle of my palm, swirling like a small storm. I marveled at the specks of white and blue that slowly concentrated themselves to the object I so desired. The next thing I knew, I had a tiny ice flower in the palm of my hand, delicate and flawless.
Just like everything else.
I sighed and placed my ice statue with the dozen of others I had created. The room was beginning to look like the South Pole. Small little ice figurines littered every available surface, giving it the impression of and ice made paradise. And the odd thing was, I didn't feel cold.
Schuldich said that my statues were colder than my ass. I knew that he hurt himself touching one of them. But they didn't affect him one single bit. It was like holding finely polished marble, smooth and very beautiful.
That pesky German's head peers in from the doorway. The cocky grin in place. I can't help but arch an eyebrow. He always had that kind of reaction from me. It wasn't meant to intimidate, but an expression I used when I expected an amusing disaster about to happen.
"What you doing, Craw-chan?" he says from the doorway.
"Making ice things, why?"
"Nothing. Just don't have anything to do right now,"
"Why don't you feed Farfarello?"
"Ken seems to automatically do it these days. Wonder why?"
I sigh loudly. Schuldich did have the weirdest ideas. Farfarello? And Ken?!?
'"Tell me another one Schuldich,"
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Ken felt like he was about to explode. He couldn't talk to ANYBODY! Aya would only glare at him, Yohji would laugh at his thoughts, Nagi and Omi was currently preoccupied with a game of Heroes of Might and Magic. He wouldn't dare say anything to Schuldich, and Crawford was... well, Crawford. So he went to the only person who was left. Farfarello.
Ken had a very weird mind. He could only organize his thoughts when he said them out loud, and it would probably look real stupid if he was seen talking to himself. Inner monologues didn't really suit him, they only distracted him, thus making him clumsy. Right now, he was avoiding any confrontation with Aya, who was still a little edgy with Schwarz and all.
He walked a little hurriedly to the basement, trying his best not to trip and spill the water there. Right now, Farfarello ate in the basement because he scared a passing 5 year old while peering out the window.
He managed to get there without spilling anything (woah) and unshackled Farfie from his restraints. He sure didn't want to feed the Irishman by hand. He still had enough brains to know that the other would probably bite it off.
He sat cross legged in front of Farf while the other gingerly picked up the plastic spoon and fork he was given.
That's when he let all the bothering thoughts loose from his mind.
**************
Farfarello listened curiously to what Tiger Claws saying. This Fallen Angel was rather interesting. Tiger Claws probably knew everything that he himself knew, he wasn't stupid, like the other Fallen.
"... I think Schuldich loves Crawford, but Crawford doesn't even notice. Is he romantically retarded or something? Tch, a blind man would have noticed it from a 5 mile radius... "
God's Fallen Angels were going to help them Kill his other Loyal Ones. Nagi said that to him. They wanted Crawford because he was going to be useful to God. Farfarello snarled in his mind at that thought. God will NOT HAVE Crawford! The One Who Sees made God cry every time he pulled the trigger. Having him with God would make God happy. And Farfarello would prevent anything that made God happy.
"... Omi and Nagi, now THAT I expected. The computer hacker thing made them both inseparable. They're the only people I know who can glue their eyes to the computer and hack while talking about donuts. And coke, and stock exchange..."
Schuldich said Tiger Claws makes a good Fallen Angel. Especially when he thinks about how God betrayed him. A foe in the guise of a friend. Yes, that was God. But he said God took a different name then. It was...
"... Kase,"
Tiger Claws looks a little shocked that I mention God's name to him.
"God betrays those he loves,"
Tiger Claws smiles sadly at that. "No, God does not love me,"
"No, he doesn't. You are on of the Fallen now. The Angel of Death with the black wings,"
He just nods at that, and notices that I have finished what he has given me. He gets up slowly, pondering what I said to him. Foolish Angel of Death. Your hands will forever be smeared with the blood of deception and hatred. It was meant to be.
He place his mask on again, the Angel of Death. Maybe I shall call him 'Smiling Death'. Tiger Claws loves to hide behind his mask of cheerfulness. "It was nice talking to you Farfarello,"
I just stare at the retreating back of Smiling Death.
God will scream soon.
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Omi looked intently at Nagi, who was reading the little bits of information they had hacked from the computer. The Enders were once a group of religious fanatics, dating back to the early times of Rome, right before the Christian religion had spread. It said that they worshipped some kind of being, and that they would one day claim the earth as their own. It was Prophecy, they said.
"So basically we are battling a group of priests here?" Omi asked. Nagi shook his head. "The Enders somehow became corrupted to a group that wanted to rule the world, destroying it to leave only them. A rather vague plan, but they know they are coming close to it because of their mutated underlings. The monsters they have are designed to kill, and they have enough to take out whole countries,"
"So were not battling a group of priests. We're battling an army of genetically altered things who can kill whole cities?"
Nagi nodded. "Yeah, that's basically it,"
"And I was wondering whether they'd make anything more powerful than atomic bombs,"
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"Arafiel, the Master has Seen the future. We are to take Perfection back. Then, we shall have him realize his worth." A boy of 17 said to his companion who was nearly of the same age. The boy speaking had storm gray eyes and raven black hair, cut in a short, simple, manner and he spoke with an air of confidence that said he knew a lot more than he let on.
His companion was his complete opposite. Golden eyes and long braided silver hair that fell to his waist He knew he looked exotic and strange, and he flaunted it. He would have it no other way.
"You do know he is being guarded. And the people guarding him are exceptionally strong. They actually defeated not one, but two of Henderson's pets. How can you be sure that we can pass them Sezakiel?"
"We obey only what the Master orders. He says that soon, there will be three of us. Me, you, and the one they call Crawford," He stared thoughtfully for a second. "Crawford, what a boring name,"
"The Master will surely change it once he is with us," Sezakiel said comfortingly. He pulled the other for a quick kiss. "We must hurry, the light slowly fades. The Master wants us to make our move and finish this as quickly as possible,"
"So now you love the Master more than I, eh?" his companion countered teasingly.
"No. Always you, never doubt that,"
*************
Crawford was once again lying down on his bed. Weiss had decided to go clubbing, while Omi and Nagi preferred staying in their room playing another video game. Schuldich was downstairs, talking with Farfarello about going back home. Schwarz had no more reason to stay with Weiss, and soon they would be moving. He had looked intently at Nagi when he said this, but he showed no sign of emotion, but he knew where to look, and he saw a faint sadness in the boys features. He and Tsukiyono had grown closer than most.
He opened his window to let the breeze come in. He never got cold these days, maybe it was because of his powers. He did not really know. He peered outside and stared at the moon. It was full and round, like the spheres of ice he made when he got bored.
A slight shuffling caught his attention and he came face to face with a pair of gold eyes. The next thing he knew, chloroform was being pressed to his mouth and nose. He tried not to breathe, and struggled against his captor. A knock to the head made him still.
And it is this all over again.
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Farfarello stared intently at Schuldich. The Guilty One was explaining to him that they were all going home again, telling him that God hurts because four of his most disobedient children were together again. Schwarz hurt God because they killed all his loyal children.
The doorbell chimed and Schuldich went and answered it. He followed him, wanting to know if the Fallen have returned. Farfarello liked to hear Tiger Claws chatter.
We do not find the Fallen there. Instead, there is a boy there. A very pretty boy. Farfarello knew God must love him very much. The blood of those that God loves looks very pretty, red and sparkling. God's child must die. The youngest of the Fallen came down just in time to see God's Child.
The youngest Fallen was staring at God's child very intently. Does the Fallen recognize the One whom God loves?
"Schuldich... get away from him," he says and his eyes go wide with fear. Why does the Fallen One fear God's Child?
Schuldich does not understand but he did. Farfarello pulled out the steak knife in his boots. He wanted God's child dead but God's Child is very fast. Much faster than Schuldich. He disappears before he could even touch him. And suddenly, he is right behind the Fallen, a gun trained on his head.
"You do know what happens if you attack me don't you?"
Farfarello wanted to stab him. But Schuldich was telling him not to. The Fallen would die if he did, and that God will become happy if he did, for the Fallen would return to him. Farfarello did not make God happy.
"Why are you here? Who are you?" The Guilty One spat out. He was transforming again, our Schuldich.
"I am Sezakiel, and we are here for Perfection,"
Now the Guilty One is mad. Hs eyes are blazing emerald fire and he is now trying to mind blast God's Child. But Farfarello knew they could not die that way. You had to see Angel Blood to see them die. And that was what Farfarello wanted to do. Spill the Angel's Blood and happily open up his chest and crush his heart. God loves his pretty little Angels, and killing them made God cry.
"You are not taking Crawford!"
"That's what you think. Arafiel is already up there,"
"NO!"
"Good-bye then. I know I will be seeing you very soon, *mein hubsch Schuldich. The Master is expecting it,"
And he was gone, along with the Fallen One.
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Omi was taking abnormally long to get the soda. Wonder what held him up? Nagi thought as he spun in circles on the rotating chair. The other boy radiated life and energy like no one ever had to him. It was interesting that he'd never noticed that before.
Nagi spun one more time to face the computer. On it, showed the more powerful members of the Enders. There was a man called Frederich Henderson, who was said to be the head of all operations in the group. This was the exact same guy they killed saving Crawford.. This little bit of information gave them some clues. Like Frederich Henderson was NOT the one controlling all the important decisions, because he was dead right now, which meant that there was another unknown person who headed all the Enders' actions if the were to survive. And Nagi doubted they would be thwarted so easily by eight assassins, even if they were one of the best. Surely, others would have wanted to destroy the Ender's before Schwarz and Weiss, and the group must have developed a coping mechanism by now.
Nagi finally decided that Omi was taking too long and proceeded down the stairs to go after him.
"... I know I will be seeing you very soon, mein hubsh Schuldich,"
Did Schuldich have a visitor? Nagi wondered. It was quite late, who could the German have invited over. He peeped down through the banister and found a black head pointing a gun at a blond one.
Omi!
Before he could even breathe, they were gone, leaving only an open door to signify that they had actually come through.
Farfarello was staring furiously at the open door, clenching his knife so hard Nagi thought it would break. Schuldich was looking like the world had come crashing down on him. What had happened now?!?
"Schuldich... what... Omi?" Nagi said confusedly.
The telepath looked at him.
"They have Crawford again..."
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"WHAT?!?" That was Yohji exclaiming as I told the story of what happened. Nagi was staring impassively at the others, but I could feel him getting ready to kill somebody. That was how Nagi coped with anger. His face became more and more guarded, until all you could see was an empty, cold shell that could rival Crawford's.
"How are we going to get Omi back?" Aya said from where he was sitting. The coldness in his eyes was like Nagi's too. The Ender's would have been safer had they not taken on of Weiss. Now, Aya was getting ready to let all hell loose. Omi had become family, and an injury to the family was never to be forgiven lightly. Look at what had happened to Takatori. The slimeball had probably never found all of his body parts the way Aya had cut him up.
"For now, we do nothing," Nagi said quietly.
Aya looked like he was about to explode at that suggestion.
Nagi cut him short with a glare. "They EXPECT us to come running there to rescue our comrades. They would plan every conceivable thing to stop us from doing so. Attack now, and we have a greater chance of failing. Wait and make a better plan, and we stand a chance of succeeding. It's that simple,"
Aya thought this over. I was feeling to angry to say anything. Why him? Why Crawford? Answer me! It was shouting it over and over again in my head. Hate, anger, vengeance, death. They will die. They will suffer. They will pay.
*************
Arafiel came striding proudly up to my room, Perfection in his arms, unconscious and bound in chains. Sezakiel soon followed, dragging a mere boy with him
"We've come with him Master, just like we promised,"
I nod slightly showing my fangs. Yes, beautiful, my Angel's.
"You have brought me Perfection. But tell me, why bring the boy? Why not shoot him right now?
"Shoot the boy?!? But the boy has had nothing to do with it!"
"Then what was your purpose for bringing him?"
"He might be useful for controlling Perfection and his protectors,"
"Are you saying that these..." I wave my hand around "... humans, are a threat to me?"
"They have defeated Henderson and his animals,"
I laugh at this. "Henderson is but another human Arafiel, one that is expendable. I, however, have lived for centuries. Those humans cannot compare to me. Even you cannot compare to me"
Arafiel bowed his head, but I knew he was seething. He was a proud one, my Angel Sezakiel was the next one to defy me.
"But Master, couldn't we just keep the boy? Use him to our advantage?"
I shook my head. Why were my Angels always defying me? No matter, I know that they will rebel soon. The boy shall be my last gift for them. I shall have Perfection and he will help me enough.
"Very well, but you must make sure he does not interfere with Perfection,"
I can see the anger that was hiding itself in Arafiel's eyes. Foolish if you think you can defeat me. I wave my head to dismiss them. Arafiel puts Perfection on the floor and Sezakiel half carries the boy. It seems that the Angels are lonely for human company.
I snap my fingers and from the gloom, come my pets, Haden and Lucifer.
"I am suspicious of the Angels. Watch them for me,"
And they disappear again, into the gloom where they came from.
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"I cannot tolerate him anymore!" The black haired man named Sezakiel said. I could hear him quite clearly because he is carrying me. I can here his companion, Arafiel, walking beside him. "Do not speak so loudly, love. The Master grows suspicious of us each day,"
They had such beautiful voices, like those of a harps. No matter how strained they were with emotion, they could still retain the smoothness of glass.
We turned left and entered a simple room of blue and white. It reminded me of the sky.
I heard Sezakiel laugh beside me, like a dozen bells stirred by the wind.
"The little one thinks we live in Heaven, Arafiel,"
Telepaths?!?
Arafiel smiles benignly at me. These people confused me. What were they?
Arafiel was the first to answer my question.
"Actually, we ourselves don't know."
"You don't know?!?"
"The Master created us. We are just what we are," Arafiel said sadly. Even the sadness didn't seem to touch his beauty.
"But before that, what is your name, little golden boy?" Sezakiel asked
I blushed at the name. He said it like I was some kind of supernatural being. I was not. I was only human.
"Omi..."
They both smiled at this, as though I had said something amusing.
"Omi, the golden boy. I like the sound of that"
"The golden boy who will help save us from the Master,"
Save us from the Master... Would the others come and rescue him and Brad. His thoughts drifted to Nagi, whom he had left in his room. He missed Nagi already.
I didn't notice my companions looking interestedly at me.
"The little one loves another?"
"Most probably"
"Let us leave him alone for a moment. He needs to rest, unlike us. Tomorrow, we will tell him about the plan,"
"All right then, Arafiel"
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He woke up to a very soft bed. So much more different than his bed. He sat on his bed, the days events replaying in his head. He spotted Arafiel and Sezakiel near the doorway, the former leaning on the latter, arms around each other. They look real nice together, those two.
"So... are you ready to hear our plan to get you out?"
I nod. What other choice did I have?
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PM: Oh my god, I can't believe that I just wrote all that stuff. * reads recent chapter and gapes at all the words * Oh, and I want to clear something up. Arafiel and Sezakiel are not really angels, you'll find out what they really are in the next part. I really made their speech pattern kinda weird so that they'll fit their roles much better. Now, I do not know how I am going to fit Alexander and Brad into the plot. Just so many characters! Ahh! Help me!
Yohji : She's losing it
Omi : I agree with you. She made me all weird with the new characters.
PM: Hey! * wacks both bishounen with a piece of large wirter's block *
Crawford : I am hating this story.
Schuldich : I think all I do is mope around. I want some action! * banda turns into onw like Rambo's *
PM : There is going to definitely be some action in the upcoming part.
Schuldich : Does it involve a tiring, exhausting sex-scene with Crawford?
Crawford and PM : * THWAK!!! * Sorry 'bout that people!
Part 6 : The Uncontrollable Strikes Again
I was sitting in the room I and Schuldich shared. I felt confused.
Slowly, I opened the palm of my hand and willed my powers to take the shape of the image in my mind. Slowly, a faint blue light sparked in the middle of my palm, swirling like a small storm. I marveled at the specks of white and blue that slowly concentrated themselves to the object I so desired. The next thing I knew, I had a tiny ice flower in the palm of my hand, delicate and flawless.
Just like everything else.
I sighed and placed my ice statue with the dozen of others I had created. The room was beginning to look like the South Pole. Small little ice figurines littered every available surface, giving it the impression of and ice made paradise. And the odd thing was, I didn't feel cold.
Schuldich said that my statues were colder than my ass. I knew that he hurt himself touching one of them. But they didn't affect him one single bit. It was like holding finely polished marble, smooth and very beautiful.
That pesky German's head peers in from the doorway. The cocky grin in place. I can't help but arch an eyebrow. He always had that kind of reaction from me. It wasn't meant to intimidate, but an expression I used when I expected an amusing disaster about to happen.
"What you doing, Craw-chan?" he says from the doorway.
"Making ice things, why?"
"Nothing. Just don't have anything to do right now,"
"Why don't you feed Farfarello?"
"Ken seems to automatically do it these days. Wonder why?"
I sigh loudly. Schuldich did have the weirdest ideas. Farfarello? And Ken?!?
'"Tell me another one Schuldich,"
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Ken felt like he was about to explode. He couldn't talk to ANYBODY! Aya would only glare at him, Yohji would laugh at his thoughts, Nagi and Omi was currently preoccupied with a game of Heroes of Might and Magic. He wouldn't dare say anything to Schuldich, and Crawford was... well, Crawford. So he went to the only person who was left. Farfarello.
Ken had a very weird mind. He could only organize his thoughts when he said them out loud, and it would probably look real stupid if he was seen talking to himself. Inner monologues didn't really suit him, they only distracted him, thus making him clumsy. Right now, he was avoiding any confrontation with Aya, who was still a little edgy with Schwarz and all.
He walked a little hurriedly to the basement, trying his best not to trip and spill the water there. Right now, Farfarello ate in the basement because he scared a passing 5 year old while peering out the window.
He managed to get there without spilling anything (woah) and unshackled Farfie from his restraints. He sure didn't want to feed the Irishman by hand. He still had enough brains to know that the other would probably bite it off.
He sat cross legged in front of Farf while the other gingerly picked up the plastic spoon and fork he was given.
That's when he let all the bothering thoughts loose from his mind.
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Farfarello listened curiously to what Tiger Claws saying. This Fallen Angel was rather interesting. Tiger Claws probably knew everything that he himself knew, he wasn't stupid, like the other Fallen.
"... I think Schuldich loves Crawford, but Crawford doesn't even notice. Is he romantically retarded or something? Tch, a blind man would have noticed it from a 5 mile radius... "
God's Fallen Angels were going to help them Kill his other Loyal Ones. Nagi said that to him. They wanted Crawford because he was going to be useful to God. Farfarello snarled in his mind at that thought. God will NOT HAVE Crawford! The One Who Sees made God cry every time he pulled the trigger. Having him with God would make God happy. And Farfarello would prevent anything that made God happy.
"... Omi and Nagi, now THAT I expected. The computer hacker thing made them both inseparable. They're the only people I know who can glue their eyes to the computer and hack while talking about donuts. And coke, and stock exchange..."
Schuldich said Tiger Claws makes a good Fallen Angel. Especially when he thinks about how God betrayed him. A foe in the guise of a friend. Yes, that was God. But he said God took a different name then. It was...
"... Kase,"
Tiger Claws looks a little shocked that I mention God's name to him.
"God betrays those he loves,"
Tiger Claws smiles sadly at that. "No, God does not love me,"
"No, he doesn't. You are on of the Fallen now. The Angel of Death with the black wings,"
He just nods at that, and notices that I have finished what he has given me. He gets up slowly, pondering what I said to him. Foolish Angel of Death. Your hands will forever be smeared with the blood of deception and hatred. It was meant to be.
He place his mask on again, the Angel of Death. Maybe I shall call him 'Smiling Death'. Tiger Claws loves to hide behind his mask of cheerfulness. "It was nice talking to you Farfarello,"
I just stare at the retreating back of Smiling Death.
God will scream soon.
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Omi looked intently at Nagi, who was reading the little bits of information they had hacked from the computer. The Enders were once a group of religious fanatics, dating back to the early times of Rome, right before the Christian religion had spread. It said that they worshipped some kind of being, and that they would one day claim the earth as their own. It was Prophecy, they said.
"So basically we are battling a group of priests here?" Omi asked. Nagi shook his head. "The Enders somehow became corrupted to a group that wanted to rule the world, destroying it to leave only them. A rather vague plan, but they know they are coming close to it because of their mutated underlings. The monsters they have are designed to kill, and they have enough to take out whole countries,"
"So were not battling a group of priests. We're battling an army of genetically altered things who can kill whole cities?"
Nagi nodded. "Yeah, that's basically it,"
"And I was wondering whether they'd make anything more powerful than atomic bombs,"
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"Arafiel, the Master has Seen the future. We are to take Perfection back. Then, we shall have him realize his worth." A boy of 17 said to his companion who was nearly of the same age. The boy speaking had storm gray eyes and raven black hair, cut in a short, simple, manner and he spoke with an air of confidence that said he knew a lot more than he let on.
His companion was his complete opposite. Golden eyes and long braided silver hair that fell to his waist He knew he looked exotic and strange, and he flaunted it. He would have it no other way.
"You do know he is being guarded. And the people guarding him are exceptionally strong. They actually defeated not one, but two of Henderson's pets. How can you be sure that we can pass them Sezakiel?"
"We obey only what the Master orders. He says that soon, there will be three of us. Me, you, and the one they call Crawford," He stared thoughtfully for a second. "Crawford, what a boring name,"
"The Master will surely change it once he is with us," Sezakiel said comfortingly. He pulled the other for a quick kiss. "We must hurry, the light slowly fades. The Master wants us to make our move and finish this as quickly as possible,"
"So now you love the Master more than I, eh?" his companion countered teasingly.
"No. Always you, never doubt that,"
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Crawford was once again lying down on his bed. Weiss had decided to go clubbing, while Omi and Nagi preferred staying in their room playing another video game. Schuldich was downstairs, talking with Farfarello about going back home. Schwarz had no more reason to stay with Weiss, and soon they would be moving. He had looked intently at Nagi when he said this, but he showed no sign of emotion, but he knew where to look, and he saw a faint sadness in the boys features. He and Tsukiyono had grown closer than most.
He opened his window to let the breeze come in. He never got cold these days, maybe it was because of his powers. He did not really know. He peered outside and stared at the moon. It was full and round, like the spheres of ice he made when he got bored.
A slight shuffling caught his attention and he came face to face with a pair of gold eyes. The next thing he knew, chloroform was being pressed to his mouth and nose. He tried not to breathe, and struggled against his captor. A knock to the head made him still.
And it is this all over again.
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Farfarello stared intently at Schuldich. The Guilty One was explaining to him that they were all going home again, telling him that God hurts because four of his most disobedient children were together again. Schwarz hurt God because they killed all his loyal children.
The doorbell chimed and Schuldich went and answered it. He followed him, wanting to know if the Fallen have returned. Farfarello liked to hear Tiger Claws chatter.
We do not find the Fallen there. Instead, there is a boy there. A very pretty boy. Farfarello knew God must love him very much. The blood of those that God loves looks very pretty, red and sparkling. God's child must die. The youngest of the Fallen came down just in time to see God's Child.
The youngest Fallen was staring at God's child very intently. Does the Fallen recognize the One whom God loves?
"Schuldich... get away from him," he says and his eyes go wide with fear. Why does the Fallen One fear God's Child?
Schuldich does not understand but he did. Farfarello pulled out the steak knife in his boots. He wanted God's child dead but God's Child is very fast. Much faster than Schuldich. He disappears before he could even touch him. And suddenly, he is right behind the Fallen, a gun trained on his head.
"You do know what happens if you attack me don't you?"
Farfarello wanted to stab him. But Schuldich was telling him not to. The Fallen would die if he did, and that God will become happy if he did, for the Fallen would return to him. Farfarello did not make God happy.
"Why are you here? Who are you?" The Guilty One spat out. He was transforming again, our Schuldich.
"I am Sezakiel, and we are here for Perfection,"
Now the Guilty One is mad. Hs eyes are blazing emerald fire and he is now trying to mind blast God's Child. But Farfarello knew they could not die that way. You had to see Angel Blood to see them die. And that was what Farfarello wanted to do. Spill the Angel's Blood and happily open up his chest and crush his heart. God loves his pretty little Angels, and killing them made God cry.
"You are not taking Crawford!"
"That's what you think. Arafiel is already up there,"
"NO!"
"Good-bye then. I know I will be seeing you very soon, *mein hubsch Schuldich. The Master is expecting it,"
And he was gone, along with the Fallen One.
*************
Omi was taking abnormally long to get the soda. Wonder what held him up? Nagi thought as he spun in circles on the rotating chair. The other boy radiated life and energy like no one ever had to him. It was interesting that he'd never noticed that before.
Nagi spun one more time to face the computer. On it, showed the more powerful members of the Enders. There was a man called Frederich Henderson, who was said to be the head of all operations in the group. This was the exact same guy they killed saving Crawford.. This little bit of information gave them some clues. Like Frederich Henderson was NOT the one controlling all the important decisions, because he was dead right now, which meant that there was another unknown person who headed all the Enders' actions if the were to survive. And Nagi doubted they would be thwarted so easily by eight assassins, even if they were one of the best. Surely, others would have wanted to destroy the Ender's before Schwarz and Weiss, and the group must have developed a coping mechanism by now.
Nagi finally decided that Omi was taking too long and proceeded down the stairs to go after him.
"... I know I will be seeing you very soon, mein hubsh Schuldich,"
Did Schuldich have a visitor? Nagi wondered. It was quite late, who could the German have invited over. He peeped down through the banister and found a black head pointing a gun at a blond one.
Omi!
Before he could even breathe, they were gone, leaving only an open door to signify that they had actually come through.
Farfarello was staring furiously at the open door, clenching his knife so hard Nagi thought it would break. Schuldich was looking like the world had come crashing down on him. What had happened now?!?
"Schuldich... what... Omi?" Nagi said confusedly.
The telepath looked at him.
"They have Crawford again..."
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"WHAT?!?" That was Yohji exclaiming as I told the story of what happened. Nagi was staring impassively at the others, but I could feel him getting ready to kill somebody. That was how Nagi coped with anger. His face became more and more guarded, until all you could see was an empty, cold shell that could rival Crawford's.
"How are we going to get Omi back?" Aya said from where he was sitting. The coldness in his eyes was like Nagi's too. The Ender's would have been safer had they not taken on of Weiss. Now, Aya was getting ready to let all hell loose. Omi had become family, and an injury to the family was never to be forgiven lightly. Look at what had happened to Takatori. The slimeball had probably never found all of his body parts the way Aya had cut him up.
"For now, we do nothing," Nagi said quietly.
Aya looked like he was about to explode at that suggestion.
Nagi cut him short with a glare. "They EXPECT us to come running there to rescue our comrades. They would plan every conceivable thing to stop us from doing so. Attack now, and we have a greater chance of failing. Wait and make a better plan, and we stand a chance of succeeding. It's that simple,"
Aya thought this over. I was feeling to angry to say anything. Why him? Why Crawford? Answer me! It was shouting it over and over again in my head. Hate, anger, vengeance, death. They will die. They will suffer. They will pay.
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Arafiel came striding proudly up to my room, Perfection in his arms, unconscious and bound in chains. Sezakiel soon followed, dragging a mere boy with him
"We've come with him Master, just like we promised,"
I nod slightly showing my fangs. Yes, beautiful, my Angel's.
"You have brought me Perfection. But tell me, why bring the boy? Why not shoot him right now?
"Shoot the boy?!? But the boy has had nothing to do with it!"
"Then what was your purpose for bringing him?"
"He might be useful for controlling Perfection and his protectors,"
"Are you saying that these..." I wave my hand around "... humans, are a threat to me?"
"They have defeated Henderson and his animals,"
I laugh at this. "Henderson is but another human Arafiel, one that is expendable. I, however, have lived for centuries. Those humans cannot compare to me. Even you cannot compare to me"
Arafiel bowed his head, but I knew he was seething. He was a proud one, my Angel Sezakiel was the next one to defy me.
"But Master, couldn't we just keep the boy? Use him to our advantage?"
I shook my head. Why were my Angels always defying me? No matter, I know that they will rebel soon. The boy shall be my last gift for them. I shall have Perfection and he will help me enough.
"Very well, but you must make sure he does not interfere with Perfection,"
I can see the anger that was hiding itself in Arafiel's eyes. Foolish if you think you can defeat me. I wave my head to dismiss them. Arafiel puts Perfection on the floor and Sezakiel half carries the boy. It seems that the Angels are lonely for human company.
I snap my fingers and from the gloom, come my pets, Haden and Lucifer.
"I am suspicious of the Angels. Watch them for me,"
And they disappear again, into the gloom where they came from.
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"I cannot tolerate him anymore!" The black haired man named Sezakiel said. I could hear him quite clearly because he is carrying me. I can here his companion, Arafiel, walking beside him. "Do not speak so loudly, love. The Master grows suspicious of us each day,"
They had such beautiful voices, like those of a harps. No matter how strained they were with emotion, they could still retain the smoothness of glass.
We turned left and entered a simple room of blue and white. It reminded me of the sky.
I heard Sezakiel laugh beside me, like a dozen bells stirred by the wind.
"The little one thinks we live in Heaven, Arafiel,"
Telepaths?!?
Arafiel smiles benignly at me. These people confused me. What were they?
Arafiel was the first to answer my question.
"Actually, we ourselves don't know."
"You don't know?!?"
"The Master created us. We are just what we are," Arafiel said sadly. Even the sadness didn't seem to touch his beauty.
"But before that, what is your name, little golden boy?" Sezakiel asked
I blushed at the name. He said it like I was some kind of supernatural being. I was not. I was only human.
"Omi..."
They both smiled at this, as though I had said something amusing.
"Omi, the golden boy. I like the sound of that"
"The golden boy who will help save us from the Master,"
Save us from the Master... Would the others come and rescue him and Brad. His thoughts drifted to Nagi, whom he had left in his room. He missed Nagi already.
I didn't notice my companions looking interestedly at me.
"The little one loves another?"
"Most probably"
"Let us leave him alone for a moment. He needs to rest, unlike us. Tomorrow, we will tell him about the plan,"
"All right then, Arafiel"
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He woke up to a very soft bed. So much more different than his bed. He sat on his bed, the days events replaying in his head. He spotted Arafiel and Sezakiel near the doorway, the former leaning on the latter, arms around each other. They look real nice together, those two.
"So... are you ready to hear our plan to get you out?"
I nod. What other choice did I have?
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PM: Oh my god, I can't believe that I just wrote all that stuff. * reads recent chapter and gapes at all the words * Oh, and I want to clear something up. Arafiel and Sezakiel are not really angels, you'll find out what they really are in the next part. I really made their speech pattern kinda weird so that they'll fit their roles much better. Now, I do not know how I am going to fit Alexander and Brad into the plot. Just so many characters! Ahh! Help me!
Yohji : She's losing it
Omi : I agree with you. She made me all weird with the new characters.
PM: Hey! * wacks both bishounen with a piece of large wirter's block *
Crawford : I am hating this story.
Schuldich : I think all I do is mope around. I want some action! * banda turns into onw like Rambo's *
PM : There is going to definitely be some action in the upcoming part.
Schuldich : Does it involve a tiring, exhausting sex-scene with Crawford?
Crawford and PM : * THWAK!!! * Sorry 'bout that people!