A Jamais Tombé

Arty – Shit, I really don't want to reply to these reviews.

Yaumi – She lies! She loves reviews and reading them, replying too!

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Tallia-Kuroneko – My lovely beta! You have not replied to my e-mails. What is the matter? But hugs to my first reviewer! Hey how could you fall asleep while reading my chapter I am hurt! LOL I still love you! Hugs and Kisses!

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KieashaKai - Yeup his life isn't going too well but Kai's purpose is to make sure that Tala's life improves!

To anyone else I didn't reply too –

You are all too nice to me! Tears start coming Look I'm leaking! LOL. Let me tell you some of your reviews were so nice and I am so happy no one has written anything mean to me yet. I love you all and hope you like this chapter!

Arty – Ok I need to say a few things about how the story is going so far cause the outlook changes a little. – It's still a dark gothic fiction but I need to show some characters that will be important. If some of the things that Tala does seem weird it is because of the way he thinks.

Chapter 2 - Un Gardien

Tala used his sweatshirt sleeve to wipe up the sweat that dripped down his face. He propped Kai's body against the angel statue that he had just gotten him down from. Tala's body shook, for he hadn't eaten or slept in a while, and now he was starving. Even though Kai looked anorexic-like, he was still heavy and Tala had a feeling it was because of the wings. Stepping back for a second, he looked at Kai's body. Tala realized this wasn't what he first thought it was. It couldn't be an angel. Angel's were supposed to be pure and holy. Angels didn't have black wings. Tala shook his head. 'Maybe what everyone thought was true about angels is actually wrong,' he thought. 'Maybe them looking this way makes them seem more pure and innocent in a creepy deranged way.' Tala laughed to himself. There was no way that this creature could be as pure and holy as angels were. But no matter what it was, it was still hurt. Tala bent down over the body and slowly removed the shirt to get a good look at the chest and stomach wounds. Shuddering, he moved the dripping material and bunched it up under the boy's armpits. There was nothing Tala could do to help someone with wounds of this extent with just a tiny roll of bandages and a bloody handkerchief. Sighing, Tala took the bandages out of his pocket and wrapped Kai up from the armpits down to his hips. He secured it with the medical tape that also made a home in his pockets. Tala made sure the makeshift dressings didn't come undone. He brushed his bangs out of his eyes and froze; his hands were wet and dripping with the other teen's blood, so he rubbed his hands off on the grass. Some of the blood had gotten on his black sweatshirt, which would be ruined if he didn't soak it in water soon. Tala took a better look at the boy in front of him. If he wanted to make it home soon he would have to wake the boy up. Gently, Tala slapped his face, waiting for a reaction. He shook his head as nothing moved.

'I can't stay here any longer, I need to get home or I'll pass out. But I can't leave him here. I could, but the police would think someone was murdered. The boy will most likely die soon anyway with those kinds of wounds and –Wait a second…how can I think something like that?! My parents didn't raise me like this! I have to take him to a hospital! The wings might be a problem though…' Arguing to himself Tala, threw up his hands in defeat. "Alright Almighty God, what should I do with him?" Nothing happened. "Screw you!" Shaking his head, Tala muttered curses at God while tenderly hooking one of Kai's arms around his neck and bending down to pick up his legs. Kai unconsciously held on tighter to Tala's neck, almost completely cutting off his savior's oxygen supply. Eventually his grip loosened up. Standing while holding Kai was something Tala could not do so well. He was ether going to be forced to walk hunched over, or Kai was hoofing it. Grumbling, Tala took his first few steps with the dead weight in his arms. The boy's wings touched the ground and Tala almost stepped on them.

Finally he made it out of the graveyard, stopping every five minutes to rearrange the boy in his arms. 'What a sight I make…anyone who sees this is going to be curious. I can't walk like this through the neighborhood! Someone will see us!' Staring up at the night sky, Tala eventually moved his gaze towards the Kidou Industries building. There was a large clock on the front that chimed ever hour with a dull ring. The clock read an ungodly hour, which made Tala angrier; he was wasting his needed Sunday night on other people. 'I should have never gone into that graveyard…that was my undoing.' Somehow Tala managed to make it to his block, and there he could see his apartment clearly. Filled with a renewed vigor, Tala walked a little faster towards his destination, his sanctuary. For a second, Tala stopped his thoughts as they clouded with questions. 'What am I doing?' He continued to walk faster and faster, his steps coming quicker. Tala would have smiled but he heard that stupid clock chime again and became aggravated. Kai shifted in his arms and shivered and Tala looked down and noticed the blood leaking out of the teen's shirt. 'He leaked through it that quickly? His wounds must be worse than I thought.' Blood leaked through onto the ground and Tala noticed some of it falling on his wings. There was something wrong with that…the blood shouldn't fall onto this angel's wings, and they shouldn't get dirty. 'He's an angel right? Wrong…He can't be. There's no way! He doesn't look like an angel…Angels don't even bleed! R-Right?' The thoughts echoed away in his mind and Tala bit his bottom lip at the scene, for it seemed too depressing to him. He was carrying this beautiful creature that was dying and there was almost nothing he could do to save it. It had barely been a half hour, and the blood had become a small constant drip falling to the ground with ominous splats. Tala shivered as he heard a drop hit the concrete, than another, and another…Tala climbed the steps to his apartment building. He was so tired, but he had come so far. He wasn't giving up now. Lying to the side, Tala tried to catch his breath concentrating on making it an even pattern. Kai moaned and shook his head from side to side, causing Tala to fell deep sympathy for him. 'He's in so much pain. I want to help, but there is really nothing I can do.' Suddenly Tala started walking. He needed to help this winged creature. No one else would if he didn't. The doorway loomed in front of him and Tala sighed in relief and giggled.

Tala paused for a second or two before he began to search his thousands of pockets until he felt a familiar cold metal brush against his fingers. He wrapped his long fingers around the keys and pulled them out. He carefully slipped his key into the keyhole and opened the door with a loud click. But then again, anything seemed loud in a place like this. Numb fingers searched blindly for its prize and a smile graced his beautiful features when he was victorious. The room was suddenly lit with a flash of harsh bright light, and Tala moaned in annoyance. He dragged Kai over to the kitchen and laid him out on the floor. Tala dropped his book bag down with a heavy thump and knelt down beside the hurt figure. He reached for the now blood soaked shirt and gently tugged it off him. Tala grimaced when he saw that the bandage had bloodstains. The wet shirt got stuck on Kai's arms and Tala had to struggle for a few seconds before one of the offending hands made it through the armhole. The rest of the tank top came off with ease, but Tala had to make sure the shirt didn't touch the boy's face. Waking up with blood in your eyes was something no one wanted. Once the shirt had come over the boy's head, Tala tried to throw it into the corner but something was holding it back. 'What? Oh, duh. Wings.' Tala mentally hit himself in the head for being so stupid. Gently, he moved the boy onto his side and noticed a silver metal running through the black shirt. Moving his finger against it Tala realized it was a zipper. While moving the zipper slowly down, he suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious. 'What am I doing?' Tala asked himself as a dazed look came over his face. 'Undressing a hot guy…Doy!' Another voice shouted at him. Tala dropped his head down into his hands and groaned. Hearing voices was not good.

Tala laughed out loud. He had heard about people going nuts, most about people who didn't even know they weren't sane. Other people around them didn't know they weren't sane until the last minute. Until that last moment they are alive, when one of their best friends shamelessly murders them before other friends. Friends who will in turn have their souls lost in a bloody horrific butchery. One by one, watching those whom they know scream out for help that they will never get. Waiting until your turn comes up, when you are next in line to seal your fate. A fate where your blood covers the walls like some kind of messed up master piece, ether put there by a mad man or an extremely disturbed artist. The sane people sit there and wait out the last moments of their lives, tears silently streaming down their faces. They ask themselves, 'Where did I go wrong?' or the occasional 'Why me?' Than the killer turns on you, the next in line, holding the bloody butcher knife above his head ready to add your life force to the rest of the bloodbath, when suddenly you see what can only be God. You never feel the warm blade enter your skin and you never see the crazed sadistic look in your killer's eyes, nor do you ever see the look of despair on a loved one's face. You are saved from knowing your fate on someone's cellar floor, mixed in with others, buried under layers of cement, where you never know your killer walks free. He is free to mingle with other souls who never know there is a psychopath walking in their midst. But somewhere in your heart, you know that he will strike again and take down countless unsuspecting victims. The tears flood your face as you and your other dead companions watch someone pretend to be God.

Tala fixed his gaze on the wall, causing a hole to burn in the plaster. His mouth was hanging open in a look of disbelief. 'Could something like this be true? Could such a heinous act really have happened? Is someone that detached from reality?' Suddenly Tala involuntarily shook, his whole body going rigid with fear. Someone was watching him. Slowly, Tala looked around but there was no one else in the apartment with him besides the creature before him. On whim, Tala looked down as his eyes swept over the beautiful figure and the mystifying eyes that were looking at him. 'Eyes?' Tala's own eyes got bigger as he stared down into the red orbs beneath him, unable to look away. He started shaking; the creature was so close to death that he couldn't help it if he was no longer unconscious. Suddenly the figure spoke in a raspy voice, and Tala jumped. "What you saw disturbed you, am I right…Tala?" It wasn't a deep voice, but to label it as a girl's voice just didn't seem to fit. "H-How d-do you know w-who I am?" Tala's voice cracked. He started to back away until the back of his leg touched one of the legs on the chair. Tala didn't notice he was cornered.

The creature sat up, gathering his knees to his chest. He put one thin arm on his knees as the other placed next to him pointed at Tala. "Does what you see now scare you?" Tala was unable to answer, for it was just so surreal. The boy moved again, this time placing the right hand on the floor next to the other. His knees also touched the ground. "Well, what is it Tala?" Tala let out a whimper, confused as to why the boy could do something like this to him. "Am I too ugly for you to look at?" The boy spoke again, his voice going an octave lower. He suddenly was sitting with his legs folded under him, his arms moving closer to Tala. Sitting still, Tala winced as a cramp slowly formed in his calf. He chose not to answer the winged beast before him. Kai crawled closer to him and placed one hand on his knee, the other cupped his chin. "Well, am I too ugly for your eyes to see?" Kai looked into Tala's wide marine eyes. Silently, the younger boy shook his head and found his voice. "You're beautiful," he said without thinking. He blushed when he realized what he said. That outburst just made Kai smirk harder. "Are you going to kill me?" Tala asked hesitantly.

Kai continued to smirk, for his face gave nothing away. Slowly, he moved his hand and let two fingers rest on Tala's forehead. He muttered words in Latin that Tala didn't quite catch and suddenly his eyelids felt very heavy. He wanted to close them and sleep. Sleep until the point where he didn't care when he woke up. But he found that he was slightly worried for the bluenette in front of him. 'Could he live through the night?' he thought. "Your stomach," Tala said hoarsely with his last ounce of strength. "Just sleep Tala," Kai said as he watched the boy give into the spell he had cast, and slept peacefully.

"When you wake up," Kai began, "You will still remember all of this. You'll wake up and have to deal with me, the Damned Creature from Heaven who was sent to help you. I didn't know they still made guys like you." Kai spoke even though he knew Tala was sleeping and wasn't going to answer. What he didn't expect was the slight moan the emitted from the redhead's mouth. Kai smiled and ran a hand through Tala's hair. "You're going to have to be a lot cuter than that to get me to leave you alone," he whispered. Kai laughed as the boy let out a small snore, causing him to give up. He picked the younger boy up and carried him towards his room, dropping him off in the bed.

Kai managed to wander back into the kitchen and was happy to realize that his wounds were healing nicely, for he knew they wouldn't scar. But that also pained him. He could remember just yesterday looking in the mirror at perfect skin. Now his flawed skin had once again reared its ugly head. He looked at his bare arms and saw the small thin patches of pink tissue. Kai moved a hand to his face, wondering if the tattoo ink would also be there. He crawled over to the stove and stared at the tinted reflection. Blue fins stood out against his skin and Kai ran a hand over the tattoos he had been forced to get. They were there…inked permanently on his skin against his wishes. But he should have known better. If he disobeyed his grandfather, there would be hell to pay. Shaking his head, Kai thought it was better if he didn't try to remember that night. If the tattoos were still there, would everything else be too? Kai felt his ears, and just like he remembered, there was the cold metal that was imbedded in his skin. Twisting around, Kai tried to see if the phoenix tattoo was still there, and much to his amazement, it had also remained. The beautiful red and golden hues glared at him from his reflection in the mirror. Kai traced his finger lazily over one of the flaming feathers. He truly felt like his old self again and he pretty much looked like he used to, blood and everything. It was just the wings that remained to haunt his mind about memories of Heaven. Preening himself, Kai idly ran fingers through his wings and tried to rub off some of the dried blood. With futile attempts put aside, Kai started to sulk. 'Where in the agreement did it say I had to die all over again? Those stupid angels should know how people feel about dying once…Let alone twice!' Kai's eye twitched when he thought back to the council meeting that had seemed like a week ago. All their glory and beauty meant nothing to Kai. He was solemnly convinced that they, along with everyone else in the world, were out to get him.

Kai was about to get up when he realized he had forgotten to check for one last mark of taboo on his body. He slowly moved his arms out in front of him as tears began to stream down his face, along with running eyeliner. Engraved in his skin, from a knife, was a poem: I pray to God every night to let me die. I wish I could kill myself, stab me in the heart. It was still there, after he had carved it in his skin. The pink scar tissue stood out against his skin and was going to be there, forever imbedded in his arms. The other arm was no different, but held another verse of the poem: I pray to God every night to let me die. He let's me live, I don't know why. My life is dying by itself, cursing me to kill myself. He remembered he had been little when he had done this to himself, maybe only 12 or 13. People would tell him he didn't know the meaning of being depressed, and others thought he just wanted attention. Truth was, he just went through the stages of depression like everyone else does once in a while. He hurt himself, starved himself. He was beaten, tired, and sad. Eventually, when Kai stopped sleeping, he got taken to the doctor and every night they pumped drugs into him so he would pass out.

The room had dropped a few degrees since he had first got there and now, in his old human skin, he could feel the cold penetrate his bones. After dying he had never wanted to live again, he was fine in heaven by himself. Angels just can't leave people alone though. 'Rei should have been one of those angels,' Kai thought. 'It's what he wants to be. I hope for his sake that I can complete this. I don't know what I will wish for, but I don't want to be an angel. Angels are the real Hell.'

A moan drifted in from the bedroom as Kai remembered the sleeping teen he had left there. The clock read six AM and Kai figured Tala would have to get up soon, so he took the spell off him. Waving his fingers around counter clockwise, he muttered more Latin words, fluently speaking the dead language. For a few seconds his fingertips seemed to glow blue, but it faded when the sunrays started striking the window. A ray of light fell on Kai and he had the resist the urge to cover his eyes. Something was going to happen and Kai knew it. Never before had he witnessed light this bright without some mythical being appearing. A sphere of silver light formed in the sunrays and exploded into thousands of shards the size of a dime. Each shard had a special shine to it that seemed to dull the color. But through the explosion, Kai could see a tiny figure forming. He sighed; it looked like that Fae Pixel he had met earlier.

The light dulled and seemed to disappear almost immediately. The figure had a gray glow to their skin, and it turned out it was the Fae Pixel Kai had met earlier. But there were some slight changes in her appearance that at most Kai would not have noticed. She appeared to be very tired, but she was determined not to let it get the best of her. The girl had the same outfit on from before, but it seemed to have lost some of its luster. She appeared older than she looked the first time and Kai was slightly weary about that. "You look different, tired," Kai said cryptically. It was meant to be a question but came out as a statement.

The Pixel titled her head and smiled. 'You're very observant.' She was still speaking through Kai's mind. He wondered if she could even speak with her voice. 'And if she could contact people with her mind, could she read their thoughts?' Kai inquired himself. "Can you read my mind?" He asked quietly. 'No, I can only read what you want me to, or what is directed at me.'

"So you have some limits?" She nodded. "And here I thought you were like some kind of perfect and all powerful being." Kai laughed. Nothing in this good-forsaken world was perfect. Even that innocent boy sleeping in his bed was tainted by evil. The things Tala thought about made Kai's stomach twist, apparently he must have been thinking that way for a while if he seemed so at ease with it. Even though Kai was starting to feel sick to his stomach, he ignored it and acted like nothing had happened. 'Everyone has limits Kai, as you have seen. God does too. You have limits and I have limits. No matter how powerful I seem, I am still one of the most weakest and fragile creatures on this earth. My species is slowly being strangled into dust. Nothing can stop our decent to extinction. For some reason we have all lost our power to become pregnant and are dying of some unknown sickness.' Kai nodded, for he remembered her telling him that her species was slowly deceasing, but he didn't know things were so bad. 'They can't have children and are being wiped out by a mysterious disease.'

'Yes, didn't I just tell you that?' She looked annoyed and Kai didn't really want to go on her bad list. "I didn't mean for you to hear that, I was just repeating it to myself." She seemed to understand his excuse, but made no further move for conversation. "Why are you here?" The Pixel had closed her eyes and she cracked one open looking like a lazy cat. She stretched her arms a little and settled down into Kai's hand, which had been lying open. 'Well she certainly knows how to welcome herself,' he though. 'I heard that,' she replied with a giggle. 'But I think that now I have to tell you why I came, or I will get into trouble. You see, I have been chosen to live out the remainder of my life as a soldier for my Queen, and as a messenger from Heaven. My Queen has sent me to you with a message.' She paused for a breath, but Kai was really interested. She had mentioned a message and something about a Queen.

"I didn't know you had a Queen," Kai said. The Pixel looked annoyed, 'I didn't know you humans interrupted people when they are talking.'

"You weren't talking," Kai stated in a bland voice. 'Now you're just being rude,' she said. But she looked like she was enjoying this little too much. She was a little like Rei in that aspect. "I'm not being rude you stupid pixie. You are." He was getting tired of her attitude but he figured it had come from living such a long life. She didn't act or speak like someone his age. She jabbed him with her nail barely even earning a drop of blood. 'I'm not a pixie, you stupid creature. Now keep talking and I swear I will send images into your brain that will haunt your every waking hour.' Kai nodded dumbly. He wholeheartedly believed she would carry out her threat.

'Now then, my Queen sent me to you with a message. This message is top secret and uber important.' Kai was a little surprised; he didn't think she would have picked up teenage slang. 'Some of the angels and demons on the council don't want you to succeed. They think someone like you should be thrust down into the deepest level of Hell, where the ultimate sinners go.' He believed her. With the look most angels and demons gave him, he was surprised they even agreed to give him a second chance. 'Certain people, who will not be named, are so against you that they have sent out other angels and demons whose soul purpose is to stop you from helping your ward. They will do anything it takes to stop you. They will kill him,' she pointed to Tala, 'you, and anyone else in their way. You can't let them do that. It is important you stay alert at all times.'

"But why do you care so much about what happens to me?" Kai broke in. He was a little afraid she would hurt him. To his surprise, she looked like she was expecting that and was hoping he would say it. 'There is an ancient legend about our kind, written down by a famous philosopher. His name is not known, but people say he was the son of a virgin goddess. The goddess loved her son so much that other gods were moved by it and blessed him with knowledge at a young age. One day he came out of the forest, where he was on a walk, and wrote something down in a rock. It was a legend about how a unique bred of creature had just been created that was so special…it was cursed. The curse was about how they would one day lose everything they had and everything they ever dreamed of having. Nothing would escape their plight, but one day in the near future a savior will be born. For longer than any can count, the savior will live a shunned live forced into hiding by humans. Even their own species will reject them by thinking they are a creature of the damned. But after many years, the savior will come out of hiding and save the cursed creatures that are named Fae Pixels. If they can find their savior before an unholy mission is carried out, they will never see the light of day again.' She stopped talking and was quiet for a long time. Kai sat their thinking, 'A savior will one day come and help them. That is great news. I feel stupid that I've gotten worked up over some species that I don't even know about. It feels great to know they will be saved.'

"All you need to do is find your saviors…that can't be so hard, can it?" Kai asked quietly almost to himself. He didn't expect the Pixel to answer. 'Remember, I think I promised you we would meet again. Last time you asked me my name, but I didn't give it to you. I thought maybe the Queen was going to have her hopes dashed again, and that you weren't the sign we had been looking for.' She rubbed her eyes hard, scratching at her eyelids, trying to get the tears to go away. 'I didn't want her to get hurt again. We have been friends for so long. I knew her before she was the Queen, when she was just a normal girl. We had been the best of friends. But then someone found out she was the next in line for the throne. I couldn't leave her, so I became her most trusted warrior. My name is Manna, and I will help my Queen forever.' The tears started coming out of her eyes and fell onto Kai's hand. They seemed to crystallize and sparkled with an unworldly glow, which by now Kai had figured was a patent of this particular little Fae Pixel.

Kai smiled. "Your name…Manna…You told me your name." The girl stopped crying and looked up at Kai. 'Yes, my name is Manna. Not many people know. To them I am known as the Queen's Warrior.' Kai smiled again. He would have rubbed her shoulder, but he was he was too afraid that he would hurt her. So, he opted for cupping his hand so she could sit down. 'You are the sign we have been looking for. You are not the savior though. We don't know who is. But, we know it is not you. Because you are the Sign that the Savior will come, the sign was also in the legend, a different version from the one I told you.' Kai nodded, for he knew he couldn't be the savior. He had not been around long enough…but no one was still around to be that old.

'It's extremely important that you finish your mission,' the Pixel began. 'Something in it has to do with our Savior. We don't know why our how, but the 'Unholy Mission' has something to do with you. Some thing bad is going to happen…the wheels have been set in motion. There is no way to stop them. Kai, you must fulfill your mission, for the sake of many people lies in your hands.' Manna than stood up and let her beautiful metal wings hold her eyelevel with him. She waved good-bye. "Don't go! Manna!" Kai called out. But in a blast of light, Manna was gone and there was nothing remaining to tell anyone that she had ever been there.

Kai rubbed his temples. 'Oh, what a wicked web we weave. And so ladies and gentlemen, the plot has thickened.' He wished it hadn't though; the mission had been hard enough without knowing that the lives of a species hung in the balance of his actions. There were also people after him to mess up his original mission. This was getting retarded…He felt like he was in some sort of James Bond movie, and the time bomb was slowly ticking. Kai looked at the clock that was hanging over the stove and realized it was time for Tala to wake up. His fingertips glowed blue again, and more Latin words were muttered. Tala began waking up.

If it had been anyone else but Manna telling him that people were out to kill him, he would have laughed in their faces. Yes, he could believe they were after him. Hadn't his own grandfather sent his men out to murder him? It was just that fact that someone like Manna told him he needed to save someone and himself from death. Not only them, but he also needed to help save entire sub-species. Most people don't go around saving sub-species. It was nuts, psychotic, and unbelievable. Kai was about to crack up laughing when he thought back to the conversation, but he remembered he had to leave. It was morning, and Tala would be up and confused.

With a shudder, Kai got up and dusted himself off. It was going to be a long day. He made the sign of the cross over his chest and suddenly, he was gone.

Tala stretched out in the bed and looked over at the clock. He had somehow managed to wake up around the time he usually did. But unfortunately, waking up meant going to school and school was a big part of Tala's worries. He placed his bare feet on the wood floor and suddenly all the events of last night sprang into his mind. 'Saving the boy, dragging him home, wrapping his wounds, him waking up, those beautiful red eyes...' Tala shook his head and ran into the kitchen, but no one was there. There was no blood on the floor, and there was no sign of anything. Tala's mouth fell open. That couldn't be right…there was someone here last night! 'The blood all over me will prove that.'

Tala ripped off his shirt and threw it onto the floor. He braced himself for all the wounds that would mar his skin, and he almost fell over in shock.

Every single wound, bruise, and cut that had graced itself on his body was gone. Scars from past abrasions remained where they were, but his current injuries were gone. They had healed, leaving only tiny scars. He was shocked and couldn't believe it. He kept running his hands over his body where he had been hurt. The cut on his forearm was gone, the last traces of it were disappearing, and he was certain that soon not even a scar would be able to be seen. His clothes were even clean. The cuts had been mended perfectly, for you could barely even see where the rips and tears were. His sweatshirt was clean of the bloodstains that he was sure he would find. He stood there and searched, but nothing remained to tell him about last night besides his memory. 'It must have been a very vivid dream.'

Arty groaned and rubbed her head as the alarm next to her bed blared into her ear. She threw her black pillow at it, muttering curses that she normally never would have said. But she was so tired. There was another mutter above her, and a creak in the upper bunk bed. She giggled as her twin brother muttered something in his sleep about monkeys taking over school. She had always known he was a disturbed guy.

She got out of bed with a sigh, but she wasn't about to give up her privacy to her older brother waking up. 'He is such a pervert! Next time I see him looking at me…Oh, he'll be sorry!' He was starting to move, causing her to hurry up. Arty crawled over to the dresser and searched through their clothes. She threw around five pairs of her brother's boxers on the floor. "Damn you Chris, you can't keep your crap on your own side! After all the years we lived together, your boxers are still on my damn side of the drawer!" She muttered to herself. She smiled triumphantly when she pulled out a tiny blue pleated skirt. She yanked down a pair of her brother's boxers that she was wearing and slipped the school issued skirt on. Arty turned back and checked on Chris making sure he was still sleeping. Once again, she dove into the dresser of assorted clothes. Arty managed to pull out some of her jewelry and other skirts, but her sailor tops were missing.

"You might wanna check your closet. Don't you remember that Mom put them all in the closet? And why were you wearing my boxers and my shirt?" Chris's voice floated out from the top bunk. From the corner of her eye, Arty could see him stretching like a cat.

"Dammit! I told you to stop looking at me when I change!" Arty yelled. Amazingly, this early in the morning, Arty could still yell her lungs out at Chris. She grumbled more garbled cusses under her breath and went to search through their closet. "Chris, for a boy, you certainly have a hell of a lot a clothes." Chris smiled and moved in his bed so that he could get a view of Arty. She pulled out her school top and pulled out the tie. Close to yanking her shirt off, she remembered that Chris was in the room, and left saying things about 'perverted older brothers'.

Chris slipped down onto Arty bed and than jumped down onto the floor. He picked up his uniform out of the large pile of clothes Arty had thrown around the room. It was a blue pair of pants and white button down shirt. He pulled them on, adding his pajamas to the masses of clothing everywhere.

He left the room to see Arty coming out of the bathroom. She was quickly brushing her long gray hair and messy bangs. Chris walked by and plucked the brush from her hand and ran it threw his gray hair. He shook his head like a dog and the silvery locks fell down into his face. Arty yanked the brush back from him and threw it into the bathroom and it hit the floor with a loud 'clang'. "I was using that you know," Chris, said just to annoy her.

"Go shoot yourself," Arty deadpanned.

"You're such a charming person in the morning," Chris said in a giddy way, he sounded like an ass. "You always ruin my morning," Arty replied. She sounded like she would kill the next person who even coughed near her.

"Arty, you need to be more positive! Come on you two! You're going to be late if you don't get a move on!" Their mother yelled from downstairs at them, making sure that they understood. She was certain they did because all of a sudden she heard a noise that sounded like the stampeding of buffalo.

"Ack!"

"Crapola!"

"Chris, that isn't a word!"

"My leg!"

Mrs. Dowde winced every time she heard another 'bang!' crash or 'boom!' Suddenly there was silence, the eye of the storm, and then the thunder started. BOOM! Mrs. Dowde closed her eyes and put her hands over them. Suddenly, everything was quiet and she opened her eyes to see a normal sight. Arty was lying facedown on the floor with Chris sitting on her back. 'My goodness, those two! I should have never said to hurry up. They always end up being late.'

Chris rolled off of Arty and pulled her up, dusting off her skirt and the back of her shirt were he was sitting. "The day just hasn't started if I don't sit on my little sister's back." Arty cracked open an eye and shot him a mischievous look. 'Oh yeah, Arty's awake now.' Chris nodded his head and smiled in his own lopsided way. Mrs. Dowde smiled and looked at her identical twin children.

"Your brother, Tom, called. He said it has been too long since he last saw you. He wants you two to write him or something. Using that P-mail thing." Arty smiled and corrected her mother, "You mean E-mail?" Her mother smiled and ran a hand through her daughter's long hair. "What would I do without you?"

Chris smiled. She had asked that question so many times that he knew the answer that would always make her laugh. "You'd be stuck in a ditch trying to use a pill-phone to try and call me." Their mother laughed and lightly punched Chris on the shoulder and kissed his forehead. "No one likes a smart ass. But for you two little smart Asses, it's time to go to school."

Arty looked at the clock and hit herself on the head. She took the Pop Tart in her mother's hand, only to have it yanked from her by Chris. So, she grabbed the other one. Chris said he would be there in one minute and rushed up the stairs taking them two at a time. 'There will always be differences between us. Not just the gender,' Arty thought to herself as she watched Chris disappear around the hallway. He came back with something black wrapped up underneath his arm and refused to let her see it. He claimed it was a surprise. Arty never liked his surprises; for they were usually tricks played on her that were even a little funny.

She huffed in annoyance and stomped towards the door, slipping her feet into her boots, which were already laced up. She walked out the door with a clonking noise as her loose boots hit the floor. Chris appeared a minute later, his gaze fixed on Arty as he slipped on a pair of skateboarding shoes and grabbed two skateboards. He threw one down and rolled it towards his little sister. "Hey babe! Wait for me!" Chris shouted. Arty slowed down and took the black skateboard from his hands and threw it on the ground exactly as he had and slowly skated down hill towards their high school.

Chris lingered a moment longer and seemed caught in his thoughts. He heard a voice yelling for him, and Arty and turned around with a smile. He punched his friend's waiting hand they hurried up towards Arty.

Arty – throws confetti in the air Whoot! I got my next chapter done!

Akuma – In a record ninety-three years!

Yaumi - giggles Any questions about Arty and Chris will be answered in the next chapter but let's go over what we know! Puts on teacher's outfit

Arty & Chris

They are twins.

They live with their mother.

They have an older brother at his first year of college, but they haven't seen him in a while.

Chris has a best friend who is currently anonymous.

OK, yeah I know the whole saving the Fae Pixel crap thing is annoying but bear with me; their Savior plays a major role in the story. It is still mostly about Tala and Kai but it has a side quest like in a videogame. Yes Arty is basically me in the story but there are slight changes. I just needed an OC and I figured why not myself? Any who if you don't want to know about the Fae Pixel side quest thing, it doesn't really matter to the end of the story. It is just there to make it a little interesting. I'm sorry if my writing got too light hearted at the end but it needed to be.