Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi. I do not own any of the characters, except for the plot of this story; anything else belongs to the creator Konomi.

Author's Note: Well, this is a bit frustrating; it is hard to write in character on these characters, so please excuse me if they seem out of character. Even though I watch the episodes repeatedly, however I've discover that it is hard to try to keep to the character's personality. So, bear with me if they seem a bit different, thank you. ^_^ Skies-chan is my beta reader, and until she goes over this, I am afraid this thing will have grammar errors. *Sweat drops*

Un conte des êtres celestrial [A Tale of Celestrial Beings]

Chapter 2

By Fuji. S. Yuki

When they finally arrived into the parking space both Fuji siblings walked into their household, Syusuke already was heading for the bathroom to take a hot bath, while his sister went to make dinner and hot tea for when her brother gets out of the bathroom.

It didn't take long thirty minutes Yumiko had food on the table and her brother had exited the bathroom wearing his pajama bottoms and was just about to slip on his top, when his sister stopped him. "Syusuke what happened?" Fingers darted a bit, to where the achy feeling was in Fuji's shoulder blades.

"I am not sure Nee-san it just started to ache a bit maybe I hit something and I didn't realize it." Syusuke replied as he turns his black to see the faint grayish tinges of bruises at where his shoulder blades were located.

A bit worried Yumiko slid the cup onto the table, "Well put on your shirt and have some food and tea. If it gets worse, tell me. Okay?"

Tugging on his shirt Fuji nodded his head, "I might take some painkillers for now to make sure it doesn't ach as much." Wondering slightly as to how he could have earned bruises in that certain area. Maybe, he supposed he had accidentally hit the back of his chair, when he slid to sit, though there was a lingering doubt on that theory.

After swallowing down the pills and eating the food, Fuji said his thanks and walked toward his bedroom to start working on his project for class. Booting up his computer he placed his keyboard in place and started to try to remember some of the images from his dreams. The ache in his shoulder blades dimmed to a simmer.

Shifting a bit to get comfortable Fuji glances over at his cactus in a thoughtfully, he always did love cactus's they were a sign of endurance. He never did figure out when he begin to collect them, however it was probably when he was very young. They were the most beautiful thing he had ever saw, and sometimes even though they prick him when he wasn't careful of the needle points, he would carry them to his window for sunlight.

It was obvious that he had a certain green thumb for his plants, for they never seem to lose their intoxicating shade of green. They were well cared for and didn't seem to be neglected, then again, with someone like Fuji he never did ignore those things that were needy, and yet were independent. Cacti were that way, they didn't need that much water, sunlight, they had endurance to go through harsh conditions, and even though if you don't pay attention to them they would still be fine. However Fuji wouldn't ever leave them alone, since he felt that it wouldn't be polite and so he always observe his precious little plants and water them on a daily basis.

A beeping from his computer signal that it was warmed up and already a new document sheet had pop up waiting for Syusuke to type on. The cursor continued to blink repeatedly almost mocking him asking him whether he would hurry up and start getting to work. It was a challenge and the one thing that Fuji liked to do was to take on challenges.


There was a small strip of grounds called "Raisons saintes." This is where neutrality was declared between God and the one called 'Morning Star' also known as 'Lucifier.'

Here both sides sent representatives to talk in peace on the Holy Grounds, in hopes of avoiding a higher battle and lost of grounds between the holy and the cursed. It was one of those territorial issues, and it could even be said to be some sort of business proposition. After all fighting wasn't exactly helping either side win the war and in a way, it was taking up lot of resources. During negotiation ceasefires were called making sure that at least both sides have the time to breath easier.

This time Morning Star had decided to send his son Machidiel. So here was Machidiel in 'Raisons saintes' waiting for the other side to appear. He was dressed in classy, a white button shirt with a coat of black surrounded his slender shoulder, and the black pants fitted snuggly around him. His black wings had dispersed when he landed and drew his coat on. Soft light brown hair was cut in shoulder length. His eyes were opened revealing the darkest sapphire blue almost clear-cut and sharp.

Glancing at his wristwatch, he noted that the other was late. It didn't detrude him to the slightest, after all 'Raisons saintes' wasn't a bad place for peace talks. It was surrounded with a garden and held a Greek style in architecture. Sitting down in the shade of tree Machidiel ideally picked up a leaf and started to blow into it. His eyes were now closed as he created a melody through the ridicules piece of plant.

Clapping was heard behind him, and Machidiel paused and turned to see a young man, sitting on a branch above him. Dark green black hair hung in a sloppy mess frame a sleek face, while curious golden eyes peer from beneath bangs. "Your not so bad." With a jump the young man stood on the ground straightening, he was dressed in white shirt and short tennis shoes adore his feet, and a hat sat on his head tilted at an angel hiding the boys expression now that he was at the same level of Machidiel.

"Thank you." Machidiel whispered in his distinct voice. His eyes skim then closed hiding his thoughts just as quickly. "I didn't know anyone else was here."

The young man smirked a bit and sat down in the grass, "Your still need work on noticing when someone sneaks up on you."

Soft chuckle follow through Machidiel's, "You are sure spunky I give you that Kid."

"Don't call me kid." Golden eyes narrowed from behind the cap, "The name is Chamuel." Huffing a bit, he tugged on his cap a bit to hide his unsettledness.

"So it is." Machidiel felt a certain attraction toward the other. By what he could deduct he suppose that this young man held special powers, he wasn't just an ordinary boy. Perhaps he was an angel that was sent by God to talk in peace talks. However, normally Machidiel wouldn't have pegged a kid to be sent on a certain business like this. What happened if someone other than him had appeared? They would have murdered this kid in no time, and for some strange mysteriously reason that thought didn't settled well with Machidiel. "I am Machidiel."

"What sort of name is Machidiel?" The courage the boy showed in his blunt statement was something that Machidiel never doubt with before. Yet it was all-refreshing, normally he would consider himself impulsive, perhaps even assertive, but Chamuel had outbid him in what he courageously spitted out. Then again, the young angel indeed he was an angel didn't know who he was let alone that he was the son of the great Morning Star.

"It was the name I was given." Machidiel said with amusement, "You sure have guts Chamuel." Wanting to see the slight righteous anger that would accompany the boy, after all he never seen a shade of red as deep before in anyone, and Chamuel seem to possess many different form of pigmentation of the color. "Are you the delegate that God sent?"

Chamuel nodded his head, "I take it you're the other sides delegate." Satisfied when the other nodded, Chamuel didn't feel any threat from the other. Rather he felt quite comfortable, but then again he was always able to take courage in many things that happened. It was part of his personality to empower himself to do things to get the job done, that was why God sent him on this mission. To make sure that the talks went well and that they wouldn't lose anymore ground during the ceasefire. Already Chamuel knew how many individuals had died on both sides, it was a shocking amount true, and both sides had sustained heavy causalities. "I think we should get started."

Machidiel smiled, "As you wish Chamuel-kun."

"Kun?" Chamuel glances at Machidiel uncertain as to the meaning behind that word.

"Aa…it is a Japanese custom." Machidiel kept on smiling, "Perhaps I can lend you a book on it so that you may discover what the meaning is behind it."

Wondering why the other was being so friendly, Chamuel shoved the suspicion into the corner. "After all it wasn't that nice to try to cause waves right now, when the other seem sort of sincere. "That sounds nice, though I am uncertain if we ever get that to that, since we both are on the opposite side." Chamuel felt drawn to the other; perhaps he felt a certain different emotions whenever he was near the other. Which was quite impossible the other was a male, and so was he, not to mention they both were on the difference sides. Sadriel one of his friends and fellow Archangel wouldn't agree to the feelings he felt let alone to the fact that he was interested in someone on the other side. It was all-wrong, and yet it felt right to be near the other. This was insane he barely knew the other, let alone what the other was like, they were strangers. However, the attraction and the feelings wouldn't disappear as easily as Chamuel wanted, all he could do now was to try to get through all of this and scramble before he did something stupid.

Machidiel was also in the same state, he wasn't exactly thrilled in the prospect even though he was use to sin. He was beautiful true, and sought after by many lower rank soldiers of his father. However, either he never felt anything for the female or the males; surely, the concept of homosexuals weren't that appalling to him. He was use to it, and seen it quite frequently in his days in the world of hell and brimstone of Earth.

Sitting down on a chair he tugged out a scroll that he carried with the demands, opening it he glance at Chamuel for attention, noting he had the other's eyes on him he began. "Morning Star has demanded that 1) the fighting should cease in sections 34 grid 7 and that troops should withdraw. 2) He wants the list of these people to be sent to hell since he had already made a pack with them and they had their souls eternally damned due to their greed." He places the scrolls onto the table with the labels and the lists of people. This went on within four hours with the listing granting denying, and reading of Chamuel's lists of what God wanted.

Some issues Chamuel and Machidiel were stuck on, and when it was already past the time issue for those that should sleep, they still were going at it. Except when they summon up some food and tea to cover for their drained surplus of energy, and after recharging, they sit and chat lightly about other things not related to the side of good or evil. Normally Chamuel wasn't one to speak as much and the same goes for Machidiel their light chats weren't exactly that much either. Moreover, when everything was said during their breaks they sit together in peace. This was odd since both should have hated each other, they were opposite, and yet they were almost the same the connection they felt was something different. It could spell disaster for both of them yet they didn't care; they were in a way happy.

They felt calm and at peace with one another, it was soothing, neither one worried that the other would kill them in their sleep. Somehow, trust was formed between the two, different from what seemingly went on in the war between God and Morning Star. As a few days went by and both Chamuel and Machidiel were making progress in their negotiation with one another, their bond were growing stronger, they no longer were guarded they shared their concerns, in the demands, what would benefit which side and the reason behind it. They were looking for a solution, not noticing that time drew nearer and that soon they have to part. They didn't want this, they like being together, and both dread stepping out of the arch way into the world that waited them where destruction lay in ruins.
That was when things started to change, and that was when Machidiel with his impulsiveness requested for Chamuel to go with him into the middle world called Earth and stay with him. To forget everything the war between their sides, for it was a tiring war and he himself didn't want to do with anything anymore. And-so that marked the first step to their destruction that they both willing sought.

Ten days had pasted Sadriel was worried about Chamuel, it wasn't because the young Archangel was in 'Raisons saintes' talking to who knows from Morning Star's side. Well perhaps that was partially true; it was because Sadriel love Chamuel. Certainly, he never told Chamuel, however he felt it was a wrong sign for him to indicate his feelings to the other's. He prefers Order and even though he knew that Homosexuality wasn't exactly right, he still had feelings for Chamuel. Therefore, he seal them away, hiding them behind his order, until all he felt was concern and caring for the younger.

It was today that the package arrived by a carrier, inside was a letter summoning him to God and there he found out that Chamuel had disappeared, leaving scrolls with the signed agreements with detail explanation of the reasoning behind the sections of agreements. Only thing missing was the reason as to why Chamuel disappeared, it was nerve wrecking for Sadriel, and so in a fit of anger, he felt himself change, believing that the delegate from the side of evil had taken Chamuel hostage. Hiding him somewhere on Earth, and so after requesting leave to go search for Chamuel it was granted.

Therefore, off Sadriel went looking for Chamuel hoping against all hope, he wasn't harmed in anyway. So Sadriel went he was cursing his stupidity in not telling Chamuel how he felt even though it was a sin let alone forbidden between Archangels to fall in love. He walked aimlessly on Earth looking for the boy trying to sense his energy or gain leads to any sightings. Only he gotten was that the boy was with a man a few years older then him, with brown light hair and a clever smile. The last tip he had gotten was that Chamuel was sightseeing a small mouse had informed Sadriel that he heard the man talking to the younger boy and that they were going to go see the start of the war. The tip led him to the area called "Point tombé." This meant 'The Fallen Point' the beginning of where Morning Star had fallen onto the Earth losing his title of an Angel, and becoming the side that opposed God.

It was strange that Sadriel couldn't sense Chamuel. As he spread his wings and flew toward 'Point tombé.'When he arrived, he landed on the ground where large amount of energy seem to wallow here and there. It wasn't a pleasant place feeling of resentment, anger, grief zipped in the air. It was indeed the point where Morning Star had lost what he held deeply. His spectacles glimmer in the pale light, his white robes fluttered in the wind, while he pushed back his light hair to get a look of the area. Walking he noticed two individuals sitting on a stone that held runes and writings. Instantly Sadriel recognize the young man to be Chamuel, except he was a bit different, his energy was faint it wasn't exactly bright, explaining how he was hidden from his search. Yet, the question is how could this be? What could have dimmed the light of Chamuel's wings?

The Archangel froze when he noticed that the other boy wrapped his arms around the other and lean down to kiss Chamuel. Anger sparked full of jealousy and bitterness in Sadriel and he quickly flew out of the thicket. "Don't touch him." He yelled in a clear loud voice that made the two lovers jump and look at him with surprise.

"Sadriel?" Chamuel's golden eyes widen to notice that indeed his friend was here. "What are you doing here?"

Sadriel right now was overwhelmed with his anger all he could focus on was the other. "Who is that you're with Chamuel?"

Machidiel wasn't to be bulled by another Archangel no less. He was after all his father's son, and he didn't like how the other was behaving toward his love. "I am Machidiel."

Immediate recognition crept onto Sadriel's stoic eyes, "Your Lucifier's son." His lips curled in anger, "Why did you bring Chamuel here? So you can make him into one like you?" The normal logical Archangel ragged at the other that he didn't notice the warning signs in Machidiel's stance. "Is that why Chamuel's wings are dimmed?"

Tired of the petty questions from a obvious jealous delegate of God Machidiel tugged Chamuel behind him for better coverage from the icy cold glares. "I am indeed Morning Star's son." He quipped dryly his smile was in place trying to calm down a bit, "As for why Chamuel's wings are that way it is because we made love excessively. He isn't as pure and for me my wings…" Releasing his wings from his back they flew out in a black wave, "have taken on a bit of glow from being purified to a extent."

Chamuel was a bit put off at being coddled, brushing past his lover, "Look I know your upset Sadriel."

"…" Silence was met on the other Archangel at the overstatement of that one sentence from the younger man.

Chamuel continued, "We are just here cause well it is the last place people would look for us." He backed up a bit to let Machidiel wrap his arms around him. "We love each other Sadriel, can't you just pretend that you never found us?"

"No." Sadriel whispered, his bangs were covering his eyes, "I can't let you go Chamuel."

"What?" Was all Chamuel managed to get out.

"My love." Machidiel said impulsively, "Your friend is in love with you." A soft chuckle, "Then again I can see why…" Fingers stroke the younger boys hair, "You are a wonder."

Chamuel feeling a bit annoyed, "Sadriel doesn't think of me like that do you Sadriel?"

Sadriel remained motionless it hurt to think that Chamuel didn't know what he felt, but then he was the one that didn't dare to let other's know of his preference and his feelings.

"Sadriel?" Chamuel stare into the conflicting orbs of his friend, noticing that indeed the other felt something for him. "But…that can't be you're my friend right?"

"I am your friend and I love you." Sadriel spoke quietly, "It would have been forbidden for love between males, we would have been looked at differently. Especially since love between two Archangels aren't allowed too." His voice cracked a bit, and he felt resentment well at the other that managed to steal away the beating heart of Chamuel.

Chamuel mumbled softly, "I wouldn't have cared." He swallowed and drew comfort from his lover. "Then again I would have been too dense if you didn't let me know what you felt. I would have love you too, and I would have risked everything but now…" His eyes trailed to stare into the open sapphire eyes of Machidiel. "I have someone else that was willing to throw away everything just for us." His lips pursed, "I like that feeling to be wanted to be love for just me." Golden eyes trailed lazily back at Sadriel, "Go back Sadriel, go back home to where you belong. My place doesn't belong here anymore."

Disbelief ran through the fair hair Archangel. "You can't truly mean that. Come back Chamuel with me to God, to Heaven, you will be welcomed even if you had committed a sin. Come back to the place you belong."

"No." Chamuel didn't understand why Sadriel wouldn't get that he was where he wanted to be now. "I belong with Machidiel."

Flashes of hurt and betray rang through his friends eyes, making Chamuel flinch a bit at the harsh coldness. "YOU!" He yelled at Machidiel. "You made him this way…because of you he will be a outcast just like your father was."

Stiffening Machidiel pressed a kiss against the younger man's forehead trying to calm the stinging of that insult. Ever though he had forsaken his status and even his father, he wouldn't let anybody try to insult him. After all, his father had given up everything too, because of what he believed. "Sadriel." He spoke in s a soft tone, "I know your feeling irrational now but insulting other's isn't going to make Chamuel go back with you."

Sadriel shook his head; "You cast a spell on him." He spitted out and drew his sword, his wings fluttered outward behind him. "Because of that he won't listen to me. He would forsake the light, I will not let you use him for your vicious gains son of Lucifer."

Cold sapphire eyes opened to stare at the pitiful being in his opinion. "I do wonder why God would pick someone like you whom cannot see reason. You do realize if you strike at me you will cause a war that won't benefit either side, the same goes for me striking you." Rationality was the best policy, he drew Chamuel behind him, not wanting the other harmed, his wings spread out lightly to block Chamuel from the view of what his friend look like. He didn't want his pure lover to witness the harshness of insanity of one that he admired.

"You're a fool!" Sadriel hissed and ran at Machidiel he struck out with his sword, but as quickly, a resistance held back onto the steel blade. Machidiel had managed to tug out his sword to fend off the attack.

"I don't want to hurt you." Machidiel protested as he again threw his sword to resist another strike from his opponent. "If I wounded you it would hurt Chamuel. You're his dear friend."

Sadriel was feeling frustrated, "I don't care, Chamuel would forgive me he is that type of individual. Besides once I slay you he would be free from that idle spell you cast."

Hissing Machidiel parried, but ended up being shoved back underneath the rage of Sadriel. He lost the sword due to the fall onto his back from tripping. Then just as Sadriel was about to impale him Chamuel shove himself in front of Machidiel the sword sinking and going through Chamuel and Machidiel.

Sadriel surprised and shocked, felt a dagger sink into his shoulder from where Machidiel had drew it from his leg holster. Blood spilled over both of the lovers. Chamuel's golden eyes were wide from the pain then it softens staring into Machidiels. Sadriel drew his sword back hearing the sound of flesh tearing once the sword was gone Chamuel sunk into the arms of his lover.

Machidiel was injured in his right side of his chest, yet there wasn't that much damage compared to his lover. Machidiel sapphire eyes were opened as he stared into the smile on his lover. "I couldn't let him harm you." Chamuel cough softly, Machidiel was pressing his hand over where the wound was at but he knew it was too late. Tears were beginning to cloud his eye.

"You fool." Machidiel managed, "You shouldn't have done that."

"I love you." Chamuel whispered, "Isn't that what people that are in love are suppose to do?" His fingers were clenching onto the pale arm of his lover. "I am afraid…I can't…" Air passed out of his lips, "don't hurt him…"

Sadriel held his shoulder guilt shoved at him, he just killed his friend the man he loved. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It wasn't. Honestly it wasn't.

Machidiel struggled and lifted the boy in his arm; his eyes were only on the young slender boy he walked his blood kept on falling mingling with Chamuel's. He stood at the stone rune that over looks the area where Morning Star had fell. He then turned to stare at Sadriel sadness was in his eyes, "Is it so bad that we that were born on a side are condemned with no redemption?"

Sadriel lifted his head, anger quickly replace over his face, "He would have been alive if it wasn't for you."

"Maybe." Machidiel mentioned quietly.

"I won't forgive you I'll hunt you down and all those that are on your side of darkness." Sadriel swore, "I'll follow you until you lay dying far away from where Chamuel will be."

"You can try. You can try to hunt down we that are cursed with sins that aren't our own. You can try to hunt down me if that makes you feel better, but leave the other's alone." Sapphire eyes darken more as they glanced over at Chamuel's pair face. "But I am going to try to make sure that me and Chamuel have another chance." His lips set firm, "I had given everything for him, but you want to know what is ironic, I should have destroyed you at first sight, but Chamuel stopped me. For even if you don't believe me we that are consider devil to your God are actually able to feel things to love, to weep, to grieve. Your prejudice and righteousness will be the death of you one day."

Moreover, with that he fell with his lover in his arms, the wings he held wrapped tightly around the two lovers and a sparkle of light lit the path that they fell. The stone rune started to glow brightly, from the mingle blood, and with a quick burst a light of red surrounded the falling Angels until they were gone and only two lights shot out toward different destinations.

Two sounds of babies crying were heard in two different locations and two different hospitals. Both children were born in different months due to gestation, but they were born all the same.

Fuji stopped typing up the story and stretched to let his muscles adjust to the strain he felt. The ache in his shoulder blades dulled and he yawn, after clicking on the key command to print out his paper, he walked over to his bed and flopped down sleepily. The story itself just flew out of him almost as if he was possessed by someone else. Even though the story probably was around ten pages, it was still excellent. However, he had a feeling that the tale wasn't done yet, it seem incomplete, for instances he didn't know what ever happened to the Archangel named Sadriel.

Fuji close his eyes vaguely wondering why the description of Chamuel reminded him so much of Echizen Ryoma. It was perhaps ironically funny if the story he wrote was actually real. However, Fuji wasn't really one to believe in Angels and Devils. After all it was silly really weren't Angels really a figment of someone's imagination.

Slowly he slipped into his sleep, the strands of questions still persistently nagging him. He didn't notice that his door opened slightly, and his sister creeping closer to his desk to read the papers he had on the desk. Just as silently, she was out of the door. Worry evident on her face.

Yumiko at this time wasn't able to sleep easily, she was very worried about her little bother. She honestly wouldn't tell anyone but she knew what Syusuke was she knew the secret that he didn't know about himself. Picking up the phone, she dialed a number hoping that the person on the other line would be awake at this time.

It was her luck when a sleepy voice answered, "What do you want Aniki?"

"This isn't Syusuke." Yumiko mentioned quietly.

"Eh Nee-san?" Yuuta stared at his phone puzzled as to why his sister would be calling him, since she never done so before.

Yumiko glances over at her shoulder to make sure that Syusuke wasn't awake, "I need you to come back."

"Eh naze?"

"I need your help, Iie Syusuke needs your help." A silent pause on the other line as the other started to click things into place.

Yuuta whispered softly, "Ah so it is his turn now?" The voice hardened a bit, "It will take me one days to arrange for me to leave here for a short brief visit."

"Arigato." Yumiko mentioned glad that her brother understood.

"Does he know?"

A pause then, "No. He doesn't understand what is going on. I have a feeling that things aren't going to be easy for him."

"Aa…then I'll see you in one day. Ja ne Nee-san."

"Ja ne." Yumiko then hanged up, her eyes trailed back again to the deck of Tarot cards.

[Note: I am not doing some religious thing, all of these names and theories so on so forth is just used for some story and is fictional. If your religious I apologize but this has nothing to do with it, it is just to set some sort of well tone and background for the story. The same goes for the usage of the names of Angels. Also sorry for using Machidiel for Fuji in the usage of him as the son of Lucifer, remember this is all fictional.]

Notes
Sadriel [Order/Tidiness/Traffic Light (To Change) ]
Machidiel [Impulsiveness, individuality, assertiveness, confidence, lack of self, month march, zodiac Aries]
Chamuel [Anger (righteous) Bravery, courage, crystal: agate, red, carnelian, garnet, ruby, Days of the week: Tuesday, empowerment, Energy required, Forgiveness, Fortitude, Justice, Mars, ]