Kitai awoke from his deep slumber to realize that all of his wounds were healed. His hand ran up and down his body, pressing the areas that once held deep scars that seemingly would never go away. "These angel powers... are so awesome." he laughed a bit, which turned into a bit of a cough towards the end. He cleared his throat, and then moved his hand to his side. Only until he rested his hand did he notice that Rea was sleeping next to her. He glanced over at the body, and noticed that she was only wearing her bare undergarments. He blushed heavily, and looked down to where his hand was. It was on one of her breasts.
"Aaaah!" he yelled, and quickly moved his hand away. Then Rea's eyes blinked, and she rose from her sleep. She rubbed her eyes, looking around, and remembered that Kitai was in the same bed.
"Oh, good morning Kitai." she said in a sweet, loving tone as she rubbed her eyes.
"Uhm, good morning Rea." he replied in a manner just as sweet as Rea's. He then re-examined Rea, and blushed again.
Rea noticed what he was staring at, and grinned. "Mmmm... did you find something interesting to stare at?"
"Uh... yes..." he replied in a timid manner.
"Hmm, what would that be?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"Well..." he began to blush harder now. "... you, you're..."
"Yes?" she moved closer, intimidating him.
"Ah..." he paused, admiring her smooth skin, and rather large cup size, "your... panties... and... bra..." he paused after each word, glancing back and forth between certain areas of her scantily clad body.
"Oh?" she giggled. "Would you like a more... private look?"
Kitai began to sweat. He had never been in a situation like this before, but, very true to his nature, he was enjoying it. "Yes... that would be nice..." Kitai drooled in his mind at the thought.
"Hmm... I dunno..." If Rea had to list her favorite thing to do with Kitai, it would be teasing him, as she loved it. And now was no exception to this. "Like this?" She grabbed one of her breasts and began to move it around. "Mmm..."
Kitai could not take it anymore. He wanted her badly, in every way, in bad ways, in lustful ways, in romantic ways, in any way possible. He pushed Rea down onto the bed, and moved over on top of her. He started to lower his body, and there chests met.
Rea started to blush in reaction to this, she didn't think that Kitai was this straight forward. Nevertheless, she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the thought of their bodies touching each other, she enjoyed how she caressed Kitai's hair, and moved her hand along his back. She loved being in Kitai's presence. It made her feel... complete. And she could tell that Kitai loved it just as much as she did.
"Kitai..." she began to speak.
"Rea..."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Then their sweet lips met. They could not wait any longer. Kitai moved his head closer toward Rea's, their mouths making contact, and their heads swayed side to side, enjoying each and every second their lips were locked together. The sweet taste of Kitai's lips against her lips only fed the fire that burned in her heart for him. She lusted for Kitai in every way imagineable. Rea began to move her hands lower down Kitai's body. Lower, and lower, and lower...
Then a sudden noise interupted their session of mad, wild love. Someone was knocking the door of the bedroom. Kitai and Rea's eyes flared open, and Kitai's body shot up, off of Rea's body.
"Rea? Is someone else in there?" It was Rea's mother. Apparently she thought she heard something and came to investigate. "Come on, open up." she demanded.
"Ah! No, no one's in here mother!" Rea motioned for Kitai to go out of the window real quick. "If she finds you in here, she'll kill me!" she whispered to him.
Kitai only nodded in response, and commanded his wings to flourish. They complied, and he was quickly out of the room. Rea quickly put on a shirt and shorts, then proceeded to answer the door.
"Good morning mom." she greeted her with a smile.
"Rea... was someone in here?" Her mom glanced over her daughter's shoulder.
"Nope, no one. Why would you think someone would be here?"
"I thought I heard someone else in here..." she began to wonder about what she had heard.
"Well, no one was in here besides me. You must've been hearing things."
"Hmm..." she was just about to leave when another question popped up in her mind, "Oh, and you seem to be in a good mood today. Did something happen last night?"
Rea thought about what happened last night. Yes, something good definitely happened, but nothing she wanted to talk to her mother about. "Yes, but nothing tremendous." was her reply.
"Hmm... well, I'm making breakfast, or at least about to. Come downstairs in about 20 minutes."
"Sure thing mom."
Her mother turned to go downstairs, and Rea turned as well, closing the door. She walked towards the window, and poked her head outside of it, looking for Kitai.
"Kitai? Where'd you go?" she yelled out, but quiet enough so her mom would not hear, or any residents in her house either.
Then a figure dropped down from the roof of the house, and began floating in front of Rea's face.
"Right here." he smirked. He floated towards Rea's beautiful, smiling face.
She giggled. "Sorry Kai, but I've got to go. Breakfast and parents." She spun her eyes in circles as she said this.
"Awww, it was just getting good too."
"Tee hee, maybe next time." she blew a kiss to him, but he wanted more.
He moved close enough to kiss her, and then their lips met again, this time more sweet and satisfying than the first. They froze there, with Rea standing in her room, and Kitai, floating outside the window, kissing. Rea's hands weaved through Kitai's hair and along his neck, smooth enough to make Kitai long for her more. One of Kitai's hand was moving along her head, caressing it and not allowing her to back out of their passionate love. His other hand moved along her chest, sliding along, allowing him to feel her tender and delicate skin. They loved this feeling, this feeling of passion and overwhelming love. They had longed for each other that when they kissed, everything in their body was at rest, and the only thing they wanted was each other.
Then her mother called again, as if she was intentionally trying to break up the scene, the scene she was unaware of.
They both sighed. They wanted to just be with each other, but fate was cruel, and one of her parents was calling for her.
"I'll call you?" Rea asked.
"I don't have a --" Kitai just remembered that he was bare naked himself, but didn't mind it at that point. He moved his hand to his left back pocket, where he had placed the phone his brother gave him. Thankfully it still worked. Apparently his butt could shield his posessions from a fervid flame better than his chest could. "I do have a phone! Here's the number, 302-501-2901."
"Oh, wait, let me write it down..."
"No, s'ok." he ripped the tape off the back of the phone. "Here."
"Ah, thanks. Buh-bye Kai, my love." she blew one last kiss.
"Goodbye, Rea, my love."
She headed towards her bedroom door, without moving her attention to anything else until she exited the room. He could faintly hear her mother calling for her as the door was opened.
Kitai resumed checking his pockets. He groped for his wallet in his back pocket with his right hand, and found that it was still in pretty good shape, except for the fact that the leather was slightly melted. His credit card was still intact though. His front pocket held nothing, as there was none anymore. Angry, he thought to himself.
"There goes her present..." Kitai sighed. That meant that he would have to go and buy another while shopping. Kitai hated shopping.
Phoenix was in shambles, there was no way that any stores would be open. But he didn't know where any malls were outside of Delaware. Again, he had nothing to do. He did not want to return to the city though, as news reporters would be asking him so many questions that he wouldn't be surprised if he threw punches at them instead of answers. So, he decided to have some fun flying around before Rea called.
His auxilary wings fanned out, and he rushed upwards toward the high skies. Thankfully there weren't any aircrafts in the immediate vicinity, so no one could see him fooling him around. Then Kitai began to flatten his body horizontally again, and he performed many maneveurs that jet fighters and the like would use to dodge oncoming assaults.
Suddenly a familiar body to him, unseen by Kitai, came rushing down, sliced for Kitai with his axe.
Kitai surpisingly evaded the attack, without so much as a quick glance to analyze his enemy. His own weapon quickly emerged, and he sliced for his foe. The figure flew over Kitai, and reared his axe yet again, ready to attack his back. Kitai quickly realized that his enemy was behind him, and pulled his sword around, swinging wide, and when he was fully turned around, an axe was in his face, yet his sword was also in his enemy's face. It was a stalemate.
Kitai was shocked to see who his opponent was: Cyril.
"You've certainly gotten better." Cyril remarked. He waved his hands, and his axe dissapeared from sight.
"So I guess that you like fighting to greet people?" Kitai asked his angelic mentor, placing his sword back into its invisible sheath. "Because, I certainly don't."
Cyril smirked. "I wanted to see if you got better from your last fight."
"Yea, I did, so what? And you seem happier then usual." Kitai locked onto Cyril's smile. "You only smile when you're fighting, and we're not fighting."
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"Hmm, I guess that is partly true."
"So what happened?"
Cyril wondered about this matter as well. What made him so different now than a few days ago, to make it seem like he was happier? Nothing dramatic occured recently, nothing that would make him happy anyway. Then he recalled his conversation with Rea, and his memories finally came rushing back to him; his memories of being human. He remembered having human emotions, flaws, responsibilities, friends, and most importantly, he remembered the woman that he would have wed if he had the chance. It was painful for Cyril to remember this, but he had been a Seraphim for so long, he had forgotten all about his past life. He... missed it.
Kitai stared at Cyril who seemed to be lost in thought, and interrupted. "Uh, sorry to break your day dream, but I've got some more questions for ya." Kitai let out a smile.
"Hmph. Fine, but I'll only answer your questions if you answer mine."
Kitai was a bit shocked, why would Cyril have a question for him? "Sounds fair enough. Shoot."
Cyril paused for effect, "Do you like being human?" he asked.
The question stabbed at Kitai like a blunt dagger in the chest. What kind of question was this? Kitai thought of an answer, and could not immediately come up with one. He didn't necessarily like being human, but he did like being human. A contradiction, a paradox. Even if people did make fun of him, insult him, hit him, maim him, and ridicule him, he still liked being human because as a human, he could love. As a human, he could love the most important person in his life, Rea. Kitai finally gave an honest answer. "Yes, I love being human."
"Of course..." Cyril's glare shifted downward, in a timid fashion, as if he was ashamed of asking the question. He lifted his hand again, and stared at it like before. "Human..."
KItai interrupted him yet again. "My turn."
Cyril's face shot up, and he looked at Kitai, ready to respond once more.
"What was that thing anyway? The thing I fought yesterday." he inquired angrily.
"An Infernal."
"Infernal? Who named it that?"
"We did, the Holy Order."
"So you've fought them before?"
"Well, yes. Infernals are monstrous beasts that..." Cyril paused, he did not want to finish his reply, but he was forced to. "... we, the Seraphim and God control."Kitai was amazed at the answer. "You control them yourselves? So that means someone launched Earth one?" KItai asked in a more furious manner than before.
"Yes."
"Did you launch it here?"
"No, another Seraphim did."
"On purpose?"
"More than likely, yes. Infernals can't do anything by themselves, except run rampant on planets."
"Do you know who it was?"
"No, but I have my suspicions as to who did it."
"So Seraphim aren't supposed to use those?"
"Only if God tells us to."
Satisified with this answer, Kitai asked his next question, one irrevelant to his first. "How does one Seraphim get chosen from the five endowed with that whatever-factor?"
Cyril did not want to answer this question either. There was an odd silence emanating from him.
"Well?" Kitai was getting more and more anxious, as his previous question did not have a desireable answer.
"A test of skill and might: they fight to the death." Cyril paused, as if he dissaproved of this method. "The last one standing becomes the next Seraphim."
Kitai lost his breath, and his heart sank, he looked down, and grabbed his heart, trying to ease the pain. "Kill...?"
"Yes." Cyril did not like the answer either, as he had to go through this trial as well.
"I'm supposed to kill four other people?"
"Is it really that hard?" Cyril pointed towards the city of Phoenix. "Look how many people died there."
This hurt Kitai even more. He had completely forgotten about the casulties in the city from the Infernal; he was too caught up in seeing Rea. The thought did not cross his mind until this moment. A tear dropped from his eye, and the familiar emotional landslide began to form. "I... can't believe... I forgot about..." Kitai was crying too much to finish his sentence.
Cyril tried to comfort Kitai with a few words, "Its ok."
Kitai's head propped up, and his eyes were filled with rage. "Ok? Having all those people die is 'ok' for you? Those people lost their lives for some stupid reason that neither of us know of, and its 'ok' with you? Are you some type of monster too?"
Cyril's face kept the stern expression it always held, even at the insult. "I can say its all right because I've lived for one thousand years. Time comes and goes, and I've seen many people die. Many."
"So that justifies having all those people down there die? Does it?"
"No, but am I really supposed to be sad at it?"
"Yes! Why wouldn't you, they died! Died!"
Cyril became aggravated. "You don't know how much pain I felt when I saw people I knew and loved die. I've grown used to it, and these people are nowhere near as important as them."
"Nowhere near as important?" Kitai shouted the question at him, and his sword suddenly appeared. "So some people have some type of priority over others?"
Cyril wrathfully responded to Kitai's comment, "Do you know what it is like to see your best friend die right next to you, and live for one thousand years after that with the same image, the same memory, the same statement he said in your words? Do you know what it feels like to see millions of millions of people die in wars because of stupid disputes? Do you know what it is like to see all of this and live on? No, you don't."
Kitai was silent. He could not even begin to comprehend the suffering Cyril must've felt from so many deaths of his friends. Kitai suddenly felt sorry for Cyril.
Silence befell their meeting. Minutes passed before Cyril finally said something.
"I've said too much. I'll be taking my leave." Cyril began to fly off, to wherever Seraphim fly off to when they go back to their lair. "And I won't be making as much contact as before."
Kitai looked up and asked, with tears still in his eyes, "Why?"
"I was never supposed to come in contact with you, or Rea." With that, Cyril disappeared.
"Wait!" Kitai reached out, trying to grab Cyril, but it was futile.
His phone began to ring. He dried off his tears, and answered it, "Hey, Rea."
The voice on the phone sounded surprised. "How did you know it was me?"
"Heh, you're the only person I've given this number to."
"Oh. Well anyway, my
parents want to help do something in the city, and they want
me to come with. Sorry, I'll be gone the whole day."
"Eh?
No fair..." Kitai became distraught at the fact that he had to
wait another day to see his precious Rea.
"Yea, but I can't help it. I'm sorry."
"Nah, its ok. See you tomorrow then?"
"Sure thing!" It seemed as though Rea's enthusiam was revitilazed at the thought. "I love you!"
"I love you too, Rea."
"Goodbye."
"Bye."
They hung up.
Again, Kitai decided to go shopping again, back in Delaware. Since Rea would not be available all day, and he didn't want to be seen around Arizona, he flew off, embarking on yet another expedition to buy Rea's gift.
"Stupid Infernal."
Back in Delaware, Zift (Kitai's best friend) was at the Christiana Mall himself, shopping for the latest video games and mangas. He walked out of the book store carrying a bag filled with his treasured mangas. That was one thing off his checklist. He headed over to the foodcourt, starving for something to eat. He grabbed a quick slice of pizza from the pizzeria, and put his belongings down along with his pizza on the nearest table. He began consuming the italian dish, when he overheard the conversation from the girl's gossip in the vicinity.
"... that Kitai guy is pretty amazing isn't he?" the first girl, a brunette asked.
"Yea, I know. He stopped a group of terrorists, and it was that one guy, uh... what was his name?" the second girl, a blonde inquired this question.
"Uhm, Vertigo I think."
"That's who it was!"
"So, what about him?"
"You didn't hear the
news? Vertigo was a wanted man!"
"Oh, really?" the
brunette became even more curious now.
"You really should watch the news more often. Vertigo tried pulling off what he did at Kitai's school twice before."
"Twice?"
"Yep. And this time, Kitai beat him out."
"Wow..."
"Yea, pretty amazing right?"
"Definitely. He must be one amazing guy..."
The two girls finished their meals, and began walking off, taking their conversation with them.
Zift slammed his fist against the table in total detestation at the reminder of the events that took place days ago. Kitai, his best friend, had become so much better than him, in the matter of moments! How could this happen? They both were evenly matched in basically anything they've done before, and yet, Kitai somehow became a hero? Zift's heart became filled with anger and jealousy as he greedily finished his meal and chucked it at the trashbin. He grabbed his purchases, and headed off for the bathrooms. He pushed open the doors to the lavatories with jealousy still in control of his thoughts. He did not even notice the fact that he wasn't heading into the actual bathroom for the mall. Somehow, when he opened the doors, he was launched into another dimension, far away from the mall. He didn't realize this until he turned to open the doors that would usually be there, but they weren't. He suddenly became scared now, as he was surrounded by darkness in every direction.
A light appeared from the top of this odd room, where the ceiling would normally be, but there was none in this peculiar room. He instinctively squinted to the shimmering ray, and he raised his hand to block it. His eyes slowly adjusted, and he noticed a figure that was not there before.
"Who the hell are you?" he shouted to the silhoutte, anger had been renewed inside of him.
"How insubordinative of you."
"Insubordinative? I'll show you insubordinative! Show yourself!" Zift's hands clenched into fists, as if they were ready to break someone's jaw.
The outline of a man walked towards Zift, and he revealed himself to have a dark garment draped around him, with a crimson red breastplate guarding his chest. "I am Leander. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Pleasure? Where the hell am I?"
"Jeez, humans these days. So easily angered." Leander scoffed at Zift's question. "You are in my home, my abode. Welcome."
"I don't feel welcomed. Now get me out of here, I need to use the damned bathroom, and I doubt you want me to take a piss in here."
"You inferirior little..."
"Inferior? Just shut up with that crap and let me out of here. I've got no business with you."
Zift's anger had lit Leander's short temper. Leander was ready to kill the boy there and then, but he needed him. He needed him to get rid of Cyril, and that punk Kitai that Cyril admired so well. "You're damn lucky I need you..."
"Need me? For what?" Zift's anger began to fade away, and he became more timid, he wanted his answers.
Leander dodged the questions with a question of his own."You want to become better than Kitai, don't you?"
Zift was startled at the man's question. How did he know that he wanted to be better than his friend? "Who are you?"
"I'm... God." a grin appeared on Leander's face.
"Then do some godly powers or something to prove that."
"Fine." Leander then uttered those powerful words, "Damnate ego pennas." Dark gray wings stemmed from his back, making Zift stand in awe. Zift shook off the thought of having those wings, and asked yet another question.
"So, how do you know I want to be stronger than Kitai?"
"Humans are easy to read, and I am, God, after all." he let out an evil laugh. "I can easily grant you godlike powers if you want."
"Whats the catch?" Zift's eyes narrowed onto Leander, knowing that there would be something he would have to exchange for the powers.
"Nothing. Nothing that you need anyway."
"Nothing I need?"
"Nothing you need." he repeated.
Zift evaluated the deal. He would be granted godlike abilities in exchange for nothing he needs? Sounded oddly suspcious, but he accepted the offer anyway. "Fine. Gimme those powers."
"As you wish." Leander then gravitated closer to the young boy, and reached his right arm out to Zift's chest. His hand made contact, and he started to squeeze, but it was not a physical squeeze. It was an odd feeling for Zift, there was no pain, and yet it hurt. It hurt... spiritually. Leander's grip tightened more and more with each elapsed second, until Zift could not bare the pain. He shouted, screamed, yelled for anyone to help. He feared what would happen next, and his pants became wet with an awful stench.
"A bastard until the end, eh?" Leander grinned again, and he let loose a maniacal laugh. His laugh echoed through the empty room, and Zift's eyes shot wide open for a moment. He was truly afraid of the man looming over him now.
Leander finally stopped tightening his grip, and then he summoned some of his spiritual powers. Zift began to fade in and out, although he was not dead, yet. A dark sphere materialized from Zift's body whenever he faded out, until he finally stopped phasing in and out, and Zift's body became physical once more. Leander pulled his arm back halfway, and he called for the dark sphere that he had created in Zift's body. The ball hovered to his beckoning arm. He caught the sphere, and started to inspect it. He saw a spirit inside of it, screaming to get out of its new cage. The voice that was let out sounded ghastly and tormented, but although the spirit did not seem human at all, the voice resembled a once-human person. The spirit that was now locked inside the ethereal pen was Zift.
Leander's laugh was hysterical. He now held the key to his success, and the end of Cyril, his most hated rival.
The body that was once Zift's now became Leander's, a doll just for him to play with.
Kitai emerged from the jewelry store in the Christiana Mall district victorious. This time he bought an even more extravagant gold ring, studded with a beautiful emerald acommpanied by two diamonds on each side. He was satisfied with his purchase yet again. He whistled about, envisioning what Rea's response would be to this elebarote golden wonder. He departed from the strip mall, happy with his purchase. He was just about to call forth his wings to fly back home when he felt the presence of another angel. Probably Cyril again, he thought. He beckoned for his sword to appear. He turned around, ready to deflect one of Cyril's attacks.
But Kitai was wrong. Zift was approaching Kitai, not Cyril.
Startled, Kitai quickly made his sword vanish, wondering if Zift had noticed it. "Hey Zift, whats up? Long time no see eh?" Kitai bellowed a short laugh to try and distract Zift away from his sword, until he noticed Zift's eyes. The pupils had merged with the iris. When Kitai gazed into Zift's eyes, they felt... empty. Zift still approached Kitai. "Zift, are you ok?" Kitai asked.
The Zift he once knew was no more. The body that was once Zift's charged forward, and landed a solid punch in Kitai's face. Kitai flew back, smashing into a car. The car's alarm system went off, and gathered attention. Kitai wiped the blood off of the corner of his lip, and stared straight at Zift. What was Zift now?
Zift's fists opened up, and two dark spheres emerged. A blood red swirl revolved around the sphere, and then Zift grasped for them, his hands encompassed his spheroidal embodiements of evil. Odd sword-like blades materialized onto his fore arms. Where the hilt would normally be on a normal sword was an enormous padded guard that held the sword to the arm, and where the wrist of his hand began was where the sword's deadly edge jutted out from. He wielded a sharp blade on each arm.
With his newly acquired weapons, Zift rushed yet again to meet his opponent, who was still downed by the car. He let out a furious swipe with his right arm, that would've been deadly, had someone been there. The slice emitted a powerful shockwave in the direction of the cut that rippled onward, even past the edge of the sword. The wave cut the other cars in half one after another, in a domino effect. Kitai was high above in the sky though, as he had dodged the attack with his wings. He still did not know what to do.
Zift stared emptily at Kitai's airborne abilities, as if he was admiring them. No one was in that body to admire them though. Then Zift, without even saying the enchantment, let loose his brooding wings. A dark aura conjured around him yet again, and his wings were colored an even more ominous red than his spheres burned off. Zift fanned his wings out, and in a split-second, his blades were upon Kitai.
