"I hate stairs", the angel muttered.
"I know, it's the fifth time you told me that."
Aziraphale muttered something again and kicked hard on one of the steps.
"Oh!"
"Suite yourself, angel, stone is a hard material. It's not made for being kicked on."
Crowley smiled, looking very happy for being a demon. (1.) He flicked a strand of his dark hair away from his face and took of his sunglasses. They disappeared and he watched the irritated angel with his yellow eyes.
"Stop ranting and get moving", he told the angel. "We'll never get up those stairs if you stop all the time, and if you do it one more time I'll kick you all the way down again!"
Aziraphale didn't like the look the demon had in his eyes, so he shut his mouth and follow Crowley up the stairs. They reached the door and walked out in the corridor.
"And now what?" Aziraphale asked the demon. "And please, can't you put your sunglasses on again. With them you can almost pass as an angel."
"And why should I pass as an angel, pray tell", Crowley asked with an amused grin. "Are you afraid of what will happen to you if anyone else then God finds out that it's a demon in Heaven?"
Aziraphale twitched.
"I just . . just . . eh . . please?"
Crowley giggled. (2.)
"No."
Aziraphale sighted. He looked out trough one of the windows. The sun was setting.
"Let's go outside. I don't care if it's going to be dark soon."
Crowley nodded and they went to find the door. Which they didn't. It was gone. Then they remembered that they were on the third floor. Aziraphale stared walking down the big stairs, leading down to the hallway on the bottom floor. He turned around and watched the demon. Crowley didn't move.
"Crowley?"
"Uh? What?"
"Are you coming?"
"Yeah, yes I'm, I'll be down in a minute . . "
And the demon was lost in his thoughts again. Aziraphale shook his head. When he reached the bottom floor and no Crowley appeared he started to wonder what the demon was doing.
"CROWLEY!"
"COMING!" the demon shouted.
Ten seconds later the demon landed next to Aziraphale.
"That was fun!"
"You were sliding down the banister?!" the angel said whit a strange tone in his voice.
"Yes." (3.)
"I don't want to know why you did it or how you got the idea in your head."
Crowley smiled. Then he put his right hand on the angels shoulder and turned him around.
"Let's get out then."
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They walked trough the garden, no words spoken between them. Aziraphale was admiring the flowers and trees in the fading light and Crowley tried desperately to find a dead branch or a dying flower, but everything seamed to be full of life. He shrugged. The garden scared him, it was too peaceful and to living to fit him. And there were no ducks in the big pound that he could push underwater. (4.)
They walked down to the water edge.
"So, how do you feel, now when you're back in Heaven and everything?" Aziraphale asked him.
"Don't know", Crowley answered, trying to make a branch die by starring at it. "I've not been here for so long, and we've been inside all the time. Haven't changed much what I can see. Everything still grows and lives. It's irritating, you know."
Aziraphale laughed.
"My dear demon, why do you hate living things so?"
"I don't hate them, I just like the better when they're not so living."
He gave up on "killing" the branch and turned to face the angel.
"What about our bet?"
"It's still not a bet, it's your way of having fun."
"Don't try to tell me that you didn't have fun earlier! And we still have five Sins left to go!"
"Didn't you say I should try Sloth?"
"Exactly!"
"Done."
"What?"
"I've done it."
"Eh . . "
"It's not like I've been working this days, the only thing I've been doing is to lay or stand or walk around. I've been lazy. Isn't that Sloth?"
"I think your right, angel", Crowley answered. "Four Sins left. Or, maybe not . . "
"What do you mean?"
"You have always been very careful not to be dirty or improper dressed. I call that Vanity.
"All angels are like that! You mean that all angels are breaking at least on of the Sins?"
"Yes. That's probably one of Heavens big secrets. Then its three Sins left."
"Okay then, what's next?"
"Do you really want to know?"
The demon stared in misbelieve at the angel.
"Yes, because I want to know if I need to run away before you do something to me. I know you got plans for all the Sins, so tell me now."
Crowley mumbled a curse under his breath and looked at the angel. His yellow eyes were sparkling and he grinned.
"You got Revenge, Envy and Lust left, let's se what we can do . . what do you say about Revenge?"
"Revenge of what?"
"This!" Crowley said and gave the angel a hard push in the back, which made him fall headfirst into the pond. The angel came up to the surface, soaking wet. He spat out some pond water and watched the demon that was standing on the shore and laughing his head of.
"That wasn't nice. Wait until I get up from here!"
"You shouldn't break the Sins", Crowley giggled and tried to imitate a priest. (5.)
"Nothing happened when I brook the others, remember, so I think you're in trouble."
Crowley smiled.
"If you want revenge, you have to find me first!"
And with that he turned around and ran out in the dark. Aziraphale shook his head and waded out of the water. Hi snapped is fingers and pulled his hand trough his now dry hair.
"So", he told himself. "It looks like I'm out on a demon hunt. He'll regret what he did when I find him."
Then the angel left the pond and vanished in the dark.
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Authors note: I hope you liked this. And I know I'm rushing the Sins, not giving them a chapter each but I got a plot and it has to fit in. So you'll have to take this. (And Aziraphale do care about his looks, so I thought it fitted.)
Please tell me what you think. puppy-eyes
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Usually he didn't look that happy if he hadn't created some kind of disaster. Last time Aziraphale had seen him like that was when he had rewritten some of the articles in the New York Times. For example he'd painted moustache on Britney Spears and put the picture on the first page under the rubric "Britney's big secret?"
He can do that, you know.
Crowley had wanted to do that since he was a young angel in Heaven, but never found the perfect staircase earlier, and now one could be better then Gods own, could it?
It was his favourite hobby in the park on Earth if you didn't know that.
This failed, naturally, because a demon can't get the right tone on it.
Dorilys: Thanks. I think I'm getting better at this now, so I'll continue soon. I hope you'll continue reading it to. I didn't use your idea here, but I think I could use it later.
Intelligent Fangirl: Here you got some of the continue.