By: Sissi
Disclaimer: MKR is not mine.
Chapter One
Fuu raised her hand and protected her sensitive eyes from the sunlight, which was blinding her vision. The action, though, did not help much for she saw a myriad of colours behind her eyelids. Yellow, blue, green, red... so many colours, she wondered to herself.
A slight touch on her shoulder brought her back to reality. She blinked twice before turning to the person. She smiled when she saw who it was.
"Hello, Eagle," she greeted him, her eyes sparkling with contentment. She turned back to her surroundings, studying the new environment. They were on top of a busines building, watching the people hurrying themselves below them, just like tiny ants, the only difference being the fact that they were working for themselves, individually. No feeling of group.
"It's your first time on Earth, isn't it?" Eagle asked. Fuu nodded, not tearing her eyes away from the movement below. She looked like a tiny child watching for the first time a movie.
"What about you?" she asked. He did not answer immediately, and she lokked at him. His mouth formed a grim line, and his eyes were far away, as if remembering something of a remote past.
"I've been here before," he told her. Pause. "In 1789".
She nodded. Patting the place beside her, he walked to her side and rested his chin on the palm of his right hand, watching the sky instead. He did not feel at ease watching people.
"Were you the angel of death at that time?"
"Yes."
"I see." She murmured, and put her hand on top of his.
"Sometimes, I believe that what Hobbes said whas exactly the opposite. Men do not give up their freedom to have peace." He settled his eyes on the people below.
"They should slow down," he muttered to himself, frowning when a mother sighed tiredly at her child who had started crying. The woman knelt beside him, patted his head, whispered some kind words, relaxing the toddler, and lifted him in her arms, hugging him with love.
"I think they're unique with their strange sense of time", Fuu whispered, her lips pouting slightly. She touched the railing with slender fingers, tracing the cold bar that should prevent people from falling.
"I'm sorry about what happened during your last stay on Earth..." she whispered. She pressed his hand with more force, either to comfort him or to comfort herself.
The French people were only fighting for freedom and for what they thought was right. Yet, so much had been spilt... so much sadness...
Death... Human beings were afraid of death, while angels had the entire eternity to themselves. What would she do if she only had eighty years to exist? And does it hurt to die? To feel one's life escape from the material body and reach the perfectness of God's presence?
"Why don't we go to the library?" Eagle asked, turning and heading to the door linked to the stairs. He opened it with a small click, and entered, leaving Fuu behind. She frowned, lifted her face to the blue, limpid and clear sky. The fresh smell of green leaves and blossoming flowers reached her nostrils, yet she smelled nothing. To her, it was only air. Nothing special about it.
"Wait for me," she yelled after him, her tiny feet barely touching the floor. Every step was as light as feather, giving off the impression she was flying. She was indeed flying.
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Hooded creatures lurked around the huge room consisted of shelves with thousand of books, some old while others were new, the distinct smell of ink printed on new sheets of paper permeating the air. Fuu pulled down her own hood, and reached one of the most secluded areas.
It was dimmly lit, with dark shadows playing around the wing, moving from one place to the other, as if they were alive. The books were, in general, old, the papers turning yellower as time passed, dust being accumulated between one book and the other. She tipped her chin upwards and spotted a certain book she wanted to read.
Lifting her arm, she caught it with ease and brought it to her chest, marveling at the mysteriousness the it contained. Opening it with shaky hands, she started to read.
Cecilia Skotbu... the girl who was dying...
She closed it with a snap, her cheeks inflaming as her consciousness scolded her. She should not be reading books of that sort. However, her curiosity, one of her flaws as a matter of fact, would not leave her alone. It kept nagging at the back of her mind, even with her trying to push it down, to no avail.
She left it in its original place and wandered around, reading the title of other books, reading some paragraphs and closing them afterwards. She let her mind work by itself, and no sooner had she done that, she found herself back in that same dark corner, reaching for that book again.
Cecilia Skotbu, the girl who was dying and who met an angel. She opened the book again, flipping through it, stopping when she reached an interesting part. The moment she was trying to explain the sensations of eating Christmas candies or smelling a fragrance that could remind one of the past.
One sentence caught her attention, though. She squinted her eyes, paying attention to each word, which held the secret she oh so wanted to decipher.
Sometimes, something can be so good that hurts.
She widened her eyes, not believing the words. Could it be possible? She pinched her arms, but felt nothing. She arched a brow, and then remembered she could feel nothing. She would not be able to prove that statement. Sighing in defeat, she moved to some other topic, somethings she could find out whether it was true or not.
As her fingers traced the lines so full of letters, some strange darkness prevented her from seeing clearly. She raised her face and saw Eagle, watching her with serious eyes. He touched her hand and took the book from her, reading the paragraph that had risen her curiosity, the title and the author of the work.
"Jostein Gaardner?" He asked, placing the light object on the nearby shelf. Fuu nodded, her fingers fiddling with the fabric of her hood. She pursed her lips as she waited for his reproach. Nothing. Silence followed soon after his question, which had been dripping with amusement.
"I see... You're one curious angel, Fuu," he teased, touching her shoulder and squeezing it with fondness. Fuu smiled back, a sheepish smile plastered on her face. Relief flodded throughout her entire being. If she had blood and vessels, she would be blushing by then.
"I just want to know what it feels like being human," she replied, taking the book and placing it back on the right shelf. Eagle nodded, following her movements with his red eyes. He did not take off his hands from her shoulder.
"You have eternity, Fuu, and that should be enough," he told her, turning around and leaving her to her thouhts.
"Would you rather live forever than to feel? To see? To smell? To ... love ?" she asked him when he almost disappeared behind a corner. He came to a stop when he heard her question. He clenched his fists, not looking directly at her eyes. Time passed, yet neither moved.
Tic-tac, tic-tac...
"I am happy with my love for Father. What about you?" he asked, not answering, at all, her question. The other angel bit her bottom lip, pondering over the matter. She straighted her long white dress, fixing some invisible wrinkle. She sighed.
"I don't know," she started, not finishing her sentence, her voice getting weaker and weaker as it travelled through the air.
"Why were you thinking about this subject?" Eagle asked, pressing her. Fuu turned around and went to his side, taking his hand and caressing it with light strokes.
"Curiosity, I believe," she confessed, grinning sheepishly at him. He shook his head, his light bangs touhing his forehead with the same lightness as Fuu's motions. He cupped her heart shaped face and stared deep in her eyes.
"Don't trouble yourself," he murmured, kissing her cheek, his lips touching her skin with warmth. She closed her eyes and nodded.
"I won't," she said, earning another kiss, this time, on her forehead. He pinched her cheek, and left. She watched as his back disappeared after behind long shelves. The hooded figured returned, and Fuu lifted her own hood, hiding her face from the other angels, the ones resposible for the knowledge in the world.
She left the library and settled herself in the park belonging to the owner of the library, located in front of it. It was a beautiful pleace, really. Regal trees stood far from each other, with small pink and white flowers beside each of them, creating a natural fence to protect and to befriend them. She strolled to a tree, its long and senile branches swinging as a strong wind blew by. It caressed her skin, and played with her golden hair, making it fly around her like tentacles made of gold.
A somewhat big animal approached her, sniffing her legs and barking loudly, its eyes shining with mischief. Fuu knelt down in front of it and patted its head, laughing when it growled with pleasure.
"What is he doing?" a male voice asked, running to the same spot as she and the dog were. The dog barked in protest when the caress stopped, and howled when Fuu's hand touched it again, this time, scratching the back of its ears.
"Ahn, I don't know, but he looks happy," a female voice affirmed, and soon after it, the owner of the voice appeared. Fuu was startled to see red hair and red eyes so full of life. The young girl had a very strong spirit, just like fire. She would have been a wonderful priestress of fire, if they still had the custom of believing in magic.
"Well, he looks weird like this," a green haired boy replied, scratching his head and eyeing Hikari with a dubious look. He shrugged. "I guess animals are animals," and received a punch on the head.
"Hey!" Hikaru shouted, embracing her pet with love, almost choking it to death. The girl suddenly stood up and looked around, her brows furrowed together.
"What's up?" Ferio asked. He tapped her shoulder, and when she did not answer back, he pinched her arm.
"Hey!" she said indignantly, rubbing the red spot and glaring daggers at him.
"You didn't answer me, I thought you were daydreaming about your charming prince," he teased, earning an intense blush as a reply. He laughed at her reaction, shaking his head with amusement. "You're too pure, you know that?" he asked.
"Well, for your information, I just felt something, like someone watching us."
He arched a brow. "Oh, really? I don't see anyone."
"Well, why do you think I was so perplexed?"
"You were perplexed? So that face you made was because you were perplexed? Well, you have a funny face, then."
She slapped him in the arm. "Stop kidding and let's go home. I don't feel well here," she murmured, holding his hand and taking a laughing Ferio behind. Hikari followed his master, but stopped some metres away. He looked back and barked at Fuu.
"Bye Hikari," she said, waving her hand and watching the couple leave the park. She smiled. The girl had felt her, she wondered to herself. That was...interesting.
The boy... he had felt nothing, only kept teasing the poor girl. Oh well, she thought to herself. She placed her hand on her chest, feeling strangely warm.
"Found something interesting?" a voice asked from behind her. The edges of her lips turned upwards at her visitor.
"Maybe".
She followed the other angel, but one thought kept replaying in her mind: the boy's dashing eyes. His golden eyes, the same colour as the sun. The same colour as her golden locks. Eyes so full of life and so different from hers.
Green...
Unfeeling.
TBC