Title: Abandoned (2/?)
Author: WolfPilot06
Category: AU, shonen ai/yaoi, angst, NCS (coming), some shota/child abuse (if you will), angel people running amuck, cute Hisoka-chan.
Pairings: Tatsumi + Hisoka (in a brotherly/father-son way), Watari + Hisoka (in a brotherly/father-son way), (will be) Tsuzuki x Hisoka, Terazuma x Wakaba, Muraki x Hisoka
Notes: My ear is clicking. Why is my ear clicking? Gah. Why am I talking about my ear clicking? I have no clue. *stares* Right-o, Watari-san makes his appearance! *huggles Watari and Hisoka* *lovelove* I love Watari! He's so absolutely adorable and friendly. =) I'd love him to death if he were real. Hisoka needs someone like Watari to provide unconditional love and support, ne? Someone needs to hug that little angsty child!
By the way, Hisoka is the only angel in heaven wearing a toga. You'll see why later.
One last comment…
Tatsumi: SHUT UP YOU MONKEY!
Tsuzuki: Hidoi~i!
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The sound of clicking keys resounded through the lab, intermingling with the dull thrum of a motor running and various potions bubbling on worn lab benches. A blond head bent intently over the keyboard, peering at the screen and occasionally turning to the side as the white-clad figure regarded his notes with a tapping finger and pursed lips. Amber eyes blinked and he spun around in his chair, quickly wheeling over to a nearby burette stand and retrieving a beaker filled with a clear solution.
"I wonder if…let's see what happens if I titrate thirty milliliters of sodium hydroxide in…" he mused, setting up the titration and placing the beaker underneath. Skillfully, he added the desired amount of solution, swirling it about and watching the pink color slowly fade away. "Hmm…"
He turned back to his computer, adding in his observations rapidly, golden wings twitching enthusiastically. Eyebrows arched thoughtfully, he sat back in his chair, chin in hand, contemplating his next move.
A muffled giggle was all his warning before a pair of warm arms wrapped about his shoulders in an enthusiastic hug. Watari laughed loudly, turning his head slightly to look into mischievous green eyes sparkling with affection. He ruffled the young angel's wheat colored locks fondly.
"Bon! What are you doing here? I thought Tatsumi-san wanted to talk to you." He pulled up another battered-looking chair, gently pushing the colorful bird sitting atop it off and dusting it off with his hand. "Here, have a seat."
Hisoka plopped down in the chair and smiled as its former occupant fluttered up from the floor and perched on his head. A second later, what looked like an animated toaster came skittering over the floor, its stubby legs scrabbling at the floor rapidly as it rushed towards the young angel gleefully. Hisoka laughed and leaned down to pick up the toaster, hugging it to his chest.
"Hello, Bob!" he petted it on what looked to be its fore end and it rattled in delight. "How are you?"
Watari grinned.
"Looks like Bob's missed you, Bon." He leaned back easily, "So what's up? What did old fussbudget want with you this time?"
Hisoka was nearly vibrating with excitement as he replied.
"I have a mission, Watari-san!" he said breathlessly, hugging Bob again. He made a little sound of joy, missing the flash of consternation that went through Watari's eyes. "I finally get to go down to the humans' world and see what they're like!"
"A mission, eh?" Watari was smiling, but Hisoka could feel the sudden tension that came from the easy-going scientist. "Who else is going with you?"
"Just myself." He looked down at Bob. If he didn't know better, he'd think the toaster was smiling at him. Hisoka smiled back, clutching the toaster to his chest for the third time since he'd entered the lab. "Tatsumi-san was worried, but it's only a recon-…a recon-…"
"Reconnaissance mission?" Watari finished gently. Hisoka nodded sheepishly. The elder angel raised his eyebrows impishly. "So, who are you going to be spying on?"
"Those demons… you know," Hisoka said rather distractedly. Watari couldn't blame him; a small furry owl had come speeding out of nowhere and was now circling about the young angel's head excitedly, hooting in mindless joy. Hisoka offered a finger to the tiny bird and she perched upon it daintily, ruffling up her feathers until she resembled a fluffy ball, peering at Hisoka owlishly. "Hey, 003." He petted her head with his other hand. She cooed in pleasure, stretching her neck to follow the movements of his fingers and wriggling in simple ecstasy.
"Which demons, Bon?" Watari laughed, "There are a lot of dark and evil creatures out there who love to munch on humans and play games with angels. Is there a particular group you're talking about?"
Hisoka paused, his young brow scrunching together in concentration as he tried to remember.
"The ones in that country…what was it called? Japan?" Watari bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Yes, Japan. Are you referring to the group that took down Divian and Lorien last week?" Watari asked casually. His fists were clenched in his lap, knuckles white with tension. Hisoka nodded, eyeing Watari with some trepidation. He set Bob down on the ground carefully.
"W-Watari-san?" Hisoka asked uncertainly, "You think…they'll go after me? Why would they? I mean, they probably won't even notice me."
Watari said nothing. The white-winged angel began to grow slightly pale, both from his own growing fear and the emotions he was receiving from the scientist. He clutched the folds of his toga nervously, the white cloth creasing under his fingers. Suddenly, he seemed small to Watari, lost and afraid. His slender body seemed almost to fold in upon himself as Watari watched, his large green eyes staring at the floor with honest fear and confusion.
The older man broke the silence with a loud smack as he hit himself in the forehead with an open palm. Hisoka looked up at him in surprise.
"Ah, Bon, I wouldn't worry about it." Watari was smiling again and Hisoka relaxed as he felt warmth and affection flowing from his friend. "You're a smart kid. A bit young, but for someone who's only thirteen, you're smarter than most."
He drew the younger angel into his embrace, eyes softening as the child settled into his lap comfortably, wrapping slender arms around his neck and snuggling into his warmth. Such an innocent thing, this creature in his arms, created for a mere thirteen years, with the appearance of a sixteen-year-old human and wings of the purest white. Shunned by his fellow angels and knowing only the love and affection that Watari, Tatsumi, and Konoe-Kacho were able to provide him, yet still caring for any creature that crossed his path.
Watari began to hum to Hisoka, a soft song without words, emulating feelings of peace and comfort to the increasingly sleepy young angel as he rocked gently back and forth, encouraging the child to sleep and dream. Soon, the sound of Hisoka's breathing evened out and he glanced down to see emerald orbs closed in slumber. Gently, Watari rose to his feet and carried Hisoka to the nearby bed, laying his slight form on the mattress and quietly pulling the sheets to his chin. The golden-winged angel paused, gazing at the young boy's peaceful form with an almost unbearable love welling in his heart. He reached out and brushed a few errant strands of hair from Hisoka's face, smiling when the eternal child wrinkled his nose and stirred slightly, muttering to himself before settling into the stillness of sleep once more.
"Good night, sweet angel," Watari murmured. He bent down to place a chaste kiss on Hisoka's forehead.
Slowly, he moved away from Hisoka's slumbering form and went to the window, placing a hand against the glass and gazing at the falling pale cherry blossoms, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. 003 fluttered onto his shoulder and hooted questioningly, tilting her head to the side slightly. Absently, Watari reached up and scratched her beak.
"I don't like this, 003. I don't like this at all."
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The night winds were cool, flowing above and around his feathers like the caress of an ice spirit's hand. He shivered slightly, though whether it was from the cold or from his excitement he couldn't tell. Whimsically, he did a loop-de-loop, white wings flashing momentarily. He caught sight of the moon and stopped, his green eyes wide and amazed.
The moon was blood red.
"A crimson moon…" Hisoka breathed, flapping his wings lightly to better view the discolored disk. He watched the moon for a breathless moment, thrilled that on his first trip to the human world, he was able to view such a phenomenon. Finally, he flew on.
In his thin fingers he clutched three feathers of tan, navy blue, and golden coloring. Momentarily, he recalled what Konoe-Kacho had told him as he left.
"Remember, Kurosaki-kun, to keep hold of these feathers at all times."
Hisoka gaped at the three feathers Konoe-Kacho was handing him, running a shaky finger over their incandescent lengths and inwardly marveling at the vibrant colors. He looked up at his pseudo-father, eyes questioning and curious.
"These are feathers from me, Tatsumi-san, and Watari-san," Konoe-Kacho explained, "If you find yourself in trouble, you can summon our help by spilling a drop of your blood on any of the feathers. The owner of that feather will come as soon as they can to help you."
"Isn't this dangerous, though?" Hisoka whispered, horrified. He had heard of how powerful feather magic was, and how dangerous it would be if a single pinion fell into the hands of an enemy. "What if I lose them?"
"I trust in you, Kurosaki-kun, to take care of our feathers for us." Konoe-Kacho's eyes twinkled slightly, "I have utmost faith in you."
Still, Hisoka hesitated to leave. He looked up at Konoe for a long moment, biting his lips in indecision.
"If I find myself in trouble where I could possibly lose your feathers," Hisoka said slowly, "I will send the feathers back to you. Then you will know I am in trouble and you three will be safe as well."
Konoe smiled and patted him on the head.
"Very well, Kurosaki-kun. Do as you think best. Good luck."
Lips pressed firmly together in determination, Hisoka held onto the feathers more tightly. After Tatsumi and Watari's less-than-encouraging reactions to his mission, Hisoka vowed to himself to be careful. Despite his initial enthusiasm when he heard he had a mission, a dark sort of dread had begun to steal across his heart. The same part of his mind from which his empathy stemmed was now warning him. It was nothing like a screaming alarm blaring in his heart and causing him to sweat in cold fear but more like a dull, pulsing throb in his body, filling his mind with a blind, gibbering panic that he held away only through his experience in controlling his empathy.
Still, Hisoka flew on. He had to prove himself to the Council. He would not stop and go back simply because he was scared. Finally, he would be able to show that group of hating angels that he was indeed worthy of being one of them!
The cool night air seemed to numb some of his fear, replacing the fright he had been feeling with exhilaration and delight. He breathed in deeply. This is what it meant to be free! This was true happiness!
Later, he would remember sensing the change in the air, a subtle difference like that before lightning strikes. At the time, he didn't notice the faint tingle in the air until it was too late. By the time he realized that magic had been cast, the purple glowing pentagram had already formed and trapped him, immobilizing his wings and sending him plunging towards the face of the sleeping world. Hisoka cried out in fright as he struggled desperately to gain altitude again, but it was as if a giant, invisible hand had clamped around his slender body and was dragging him down through the air. The feathers flew from his grasp and he had time only to cast the returning spell on them before they disappeared from sight. Helplessly, he watched as the ground rose up rapidly to meet him.
The pain hit him like a ton of bricks, wrenching a scream of pure agony from his lips as his wing snapped with a loud crack. He tumbled along the ground in a mess of bloody feathers and torn flesh, too stunned to make any sound other than the occasional pained grunt or moan as he slammed into a boulder or tree. Finally, he rolled to a stop, sprawling out limply in an empty clearing.
Hisoka lay still, breathing heavily after his fall, nearly unconscious from the overwhelming pain throbbing through his body. He whimpered as he tried feebly to push himself up with his bruised and scratched arms, the movement jarring his broken wing and sending him flat on his face at the answering wave of agony. Blankly, he watched as his own blood stained the ground, seeping from his wing and the numerous cuts along his limbs, vaguely aware of the slow footsteps approaching his prone form. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to the white-clad figure standing before him.
"Please….help me…" he croaked. The figure smiled enigmatically and knelt by his side. Hisoka screamed again as the stranger pressed his hand to his broken wing harshly, his vision darkening at the edges. His pain and the pure malice he felt through his empathy combined in an overwhelming tumult of confusion and agony in his mind.
Hisoka had one last coherent thought before he passed out, his eyes dimming as the man bent over him, the crimson moon shining over his shoulder.
So this is a human.
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TBC
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*smiles benevolently*
C&C would be much appreciated. =D
**Wolf**