a/n: hmm...I just noticed that I put 'her' for Hisui in the last sentence of the prelude...oops...oh well, it won't happen again. Sorry. -.-;;
The Winds of Destiny: First Meeting
A gust of wind curled out from under a cloud. It meandered here and there, going whichever way it liked, its long wispy fingers smoothing out the velvet-y blue sky. Hisui sighed and joined Kohaku in his long flowing gown which made him look even angel-ier than before. If that was possible.
On the other hand, Kokuyo, wanting to impress his dear heavenly neighbors, picked out the blackest clothes he could find. He loaded his hands with gel and carefully sculpted his hair into clumps of spikes.
"Remind me never to buy the SUPER SEXY DEMON GEL again, Koryu, it flakes." Kokuyo frowned.
"AWWW, but it makes your hair look so SHINY!" Koryu cooed. "I bet that bubbled-headed angel drank it thinking it was steamed milk." He snorted and leaned again the rim of the sink area.
"I think you LIKE him."
"I think that gel is seeping into your brain."
Kokuyo smirked and pinched his younger cousin's cheeks.
"Sure."
Above, a small group of angels clumped together at the bridge.
"Maybe we're early..." Kohaku whimpered.
"Maybe they're LATE!" Ryuki yelled. "Arrogant bastards...making Hisui-sama wait like this...its too much! TOO MUCH!"
Hisui smiled. The other angels sweatdropped. Kohaku asked what 'bastard' meant.
Even above them, God felt a little faint. This did not bode well.
Finally, Hell's messangers arrived. Three hours later. But they were there. Koryu jumped off quickly to torment (flirt) with his favorite angel and the rest of them to actually attend the meeting.
And thats when he saw him.
He drew Kokuyo's eye in like a magnet, he stood out like...like a butterfly among moths. He was not particulary tall, but it didn't matter. He had long silvery-blonde hair.It was more than his beauty, it was more than his radiance. It was like he had something that everyone wanted.
Hisui looked up, feeling the eyes of someone on him. To add dramatic effect, he manipulated the wind to gently ruffle his hair. Hey, it didn't hurt to make a good first impression, right?
Well a first impression goes a long way and the whole meeting, Kokuyo dreamnt about spending the night with the mysterious angel thing. (He's a demon- he's SUPPOSED to be fast (0.o)) Unfortunately, he would have to wait.
"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah..." The meeting droned on and on. "blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah de blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...ok any questions? No? Hmmm, are you sure..? Ok then, dimissed until next Tueday blah blah blah blah."
Finally, Kokuyo was free! He flapped his leathery black wings and cut off the pretty angel before he could leave.
"Hey."
"Oh! Hello."
"I couldn't help noticing how pretty you are. Like an angel." Kokuyo said sauvely. He was a master in the game of love. He was better at love than he was at the new Pokemon Gold Edition.
"Um, I am an angel."
"If you WEREN'T an angel." He recovered smoothly. "But you are. Is it hot in here or is it just YOU?" Kokuyo added suggestively.
"Hmmm, I think its just a very nice day out. And as an angel I don't emit heat irregularly, even if I did, I don't think you could feel it seeing as I don't have a fever or anything...I'm sorry is my heat bothering you? Oh, dear..." Hisui smiled, a little confused.
Kokuyo sweatdropped.Desperate to make this heavenly hottie understand, he decided to use the line that sexy monk in one of Koryu's animes. It always worked for him, didn't it? Well, it was worth a try.
"Will you bear my child?"
...Luckily, a mysterious gust of wind carried the words off. Or who KNOWS where this conversation would have gone. Anyway, after an hour of cheap pick-up lines, Kokuyo was beat. Either this angel was a little bit dense or someone up there really hated him. Or it could have been both. It was time to retreat. With any luck, a few shoujo mangas would have the answers. After all shoujo mangas always ended up sweet and perfect and hopefully with some shmex somewhere in the middle. As a last effort the dark haired demon turned wistfully to the angel.
"Can I see you after next meeting?"
Hisui looked up, startled, and allowed a smile to grace his lips.
"Okay."
Kokuyo let out a sigh of relief. Hopefully next time something would actually HAPPEN. Like maybe he'd get the other's name. Damn, his name.
To be continued...
a/n: 0.0 -dies- review and revive me T.T