-Hello, it's great to see have you all reading this story again! Well, okay, maybe I can't see you, but what-ever. Okay, there we go, just had to explain that. Thank you so much to all of you who reviewed, and, uh, yeah. That's about it. Let's get this party started, oh, and what did you think of the last chappy, honestly??
-A good name is built on many good actions, and ruined by just one- Anonymous
I sat on the roof of the building across from where she was staying, with that family, Niwa, or something like that. It had begun to snow by the time I touched down on rough roof, the weather no doubt caused by her. She always was good at controlling the climate…
I grumbled to myself, pulling my knees closer to my chest, folding my large black wings behind me. Barely, just barely, by the lamplight of the room, I can see her, talking to a young boy with spiky red hair.
The small walky-talky attacked to my belt buzzed slightly, and the voice of my boss came through.
"Kellan, Kellan, can you hear me, over?" the male voice came through, rough and crackly out of the small steel speaker.
I groaned, pulling the small black rectangle off of my belt and placed the receiver to my mouth, clearing my throat before speaking.
"Kellan here, what do you want now? Over," I groaned as I brushed my raven colored hair out of my eyes. Silently, I resolved to get it cut as soon as I could.
"Is she there? Over," the voice replied.
"Yes, she's here, I'm watching her right now, that is… well, she just closed the blinds…" I reported, then, after thinking for a moment, added, "Oh yeah, over," I replied quickly.
"Why'd she close the blinds, did she see you? Over," he replied quickly, his voice tense and alert. I could almost see his muscles tense.
"No… she's getting dressed, crying shame, too. I bet she has a nice body…" I replied, grinning at her silhouette. "O-ver." I replied, laughing slightly.
"Kellan, you freak, stop chasing skirts, over," he replied in an annoyed fashion.
"Thought you said that you'd stop callin' me that," I replied, annoyed. No matter how many times I've told them to stop calling a freak, they still did it. Even though I was so annoyed, I did manage to spit out a quick 'over' and began to glare at the window.
"Check back with me if she leaves the house, got it? Over," he replied.
"Whatever you say, boss… over," I replied, and then clipped the radio back onto my belt, exhausted, though I didn't know why. My eyes began to wander away from the window, and like always, I was bored.
It's not like I hated the girl in that room, Midorai, but it was business. A cold wind blew around me, rustling the black feather in my wings. I shuddered, attempting to shake away the icy air that seemed to rush through my blood.
In all truth, I found her lucky, having actually run away. I didn't know how she did it, but I wished I could do it myself. I was never one for following orders, but since I still could not see the way out of this nightmare, I continued to work for that man.
He was an emotionless middle aged man, who constantly wore pressed black suits and had messy brown hair, speckled with gray. I guessed it was stress, but I doubted he ever had anything truly stressful placed upon his large shoulders.
I groaned as the soft white snow landed on my hair, settling over my clothes and melting on my skin. The small droplets of water ran down my face and fell onto my thick jacket, to be absorbed by the rough wool material.
I watched silently as a young girl, the age of the red haired boy ran to the door, covered in a thick down jacket, her hair kept up by a thick wool hat that was a deep purple. The snow had settled on her clothes, and she wiped it out of her face, sending small white flakes back into the air.
The sound of a doorbell could dimly be heard issuing from the slightly open window of Midorai's room. I closed my eyes, focusing all my will on listening to the noises inside the house.
The girl was inside, talking to Midorai, about where a boy named Daisuke was. Daisuke, I guessed, was the boy with spiky red hair. They continued to talk for quite sometime, until the boy came downstairs, and then, they talked about going shopping. Soon, Midorai was invited to go with them, and after she hurriedly refused, she somehow ended up coming along, as they walked out into the snowy air.
I slowly began to shiver, the snow seeping through my coat, and thoroughly drenching my wings. As I stood up, I called into the boss that she was leaving, and then, thoroughly shook my wings, the feathers fluffed as I pulled them closer to me, drawing from their warmth.
"I'm heading back," I said into the walky-talky.
"Not so fast, Kellan, I need you to follow her, make sure she doesn't do anything we'll regret, got it?" the man growled at me through the speaker. Groaning, I replied with a sullen yes, then, slowly, my feet left the ceiling's surface as my large wings began to beat the air. I slowly glided over the roofs of the houses, keeping a watchful eye on the pale haired young woman my boss wanted to so badly.
I didn't entirely know why they wanted her back so badly, but if I had to guess, it was probably the same reason as to why they wanted me too.
The wind was cool, and it was calming as it ruffled my hair and wrapped around my wings. Slowly, I followed them, never letting the pale girl out of my sights…
Midorai stopped walking for a moment, looking up at the sky, as though expecting to see something, but only saw a gray sky flecked with white snow. She sighed, pulling the large wool sweater closer around her body. She had been rushed getting dressed that day, and she silently wished that she could have dressed warmer.
She had managed to pull on a thick pair of jeans that fell over the tops of her black snow boots. An overly large cream rust colored sweater lay loosely on her torso. Her long hair was looped twice before being tied high on her head with a similar colored ribbon, as it matched her sweater perfectly.
Soon, Daisuke, Riku and I had wandered aimlessly into yet another store, and this time, it was an electronic store. Televisions were everywhere, along with computers and the like. Breaking away from the couple, I wandered down the television aisle. Most of the screens depicted a young woman, informing the whole of Japan that yet again, the phantom thief Dark was going to strike, this time going after a painting called "The Silent Dreamer".
Pausing for a moment, she stood there, watching the woman go on describing what was going to happen that night.
"And the Phantom Thief Dark will strike at 10:30 pm at the museum, and back to you," she signed off, waving her hand jauntily at the screen.
Midorai slowly walked out of the aisle, browsing though the laptops, before she left to wander to the next store with Daisuke and Riku. As they walked through the walkways, which were slowly being covered with soft white snow, Midorai got that feeling, a pricking on the back of her neck, and she knew what that meant, someone was watching her.
"Uh… why don't you guys go on without me, I need to check up on something," she tapped Daisuke cheerfully on the shoulder as she said this.
"Ah… sure, just make sure you get back to my house in time, okay," he replied as he and Riku walked off.
It seemed smart to her, this would allow her to find who was watching her, and it also gave Daisuke and Riku some time to be alone. She made her way to the small alleyway to her left, and promptly took flight, folding white wings out of her back, grateful that they didn't do anything to her clothing.
Her slender feet slowly left the ground as she took flight, alighting on the roof of the electronic store, her toes just barely touching the slick roof. The snow settled on her hair and sent small chills down her back as they melting, sending cool water dripping off her skin. And there, on the other side of the broad roof, was a young man, dressed in a black wool pea coat and thick black slacks. His hair was a deep green, the same color as his eyes, which sparkled deviously in the silver light. The young man's large black wings beat the air, keeping him hovering just off the roof's surface.
"Who are you?" she asked, surprised to see another like her.
"I am Kellan, and there is no need for you to introduce yourself, as I know you are Midorai, and Wyngs wants you back, just telling you," he replied coolly, his hands shoved deep in his jacket's pockets.
"Ah, so you are a messenger boy," she replied calmly, though her heart was racing.
"I am not just any messenger boy, I'm the messenger boy sent to bring you back to Wyngs, and back to the lovely cell that you called home."
"Well aren't you considerate, bug off."
"Nice mouth you've got there, so not befitting for a young lady like yourself," he replied, smirking at her.
"As much as I enjoy your company, I must ask that you leave me alone," Midorai replied calmly as she stared at the young man, trying to remain calm, trying and failing. Despite the cool wind, sweat was already beginning to drip off her face. She wiped it away absentmindedly with a sleeve.
"All right, I won't bother you, but what about that boy… Daisuke is his name, right?" he replied, smirking.
"You better not even touch him, or else!" she replied, and with that, her left hand shot forward, and seemingly nothing happened. Then, just barely a few seconds later, a long cut appeared on the young man's cheek, sending small droplets of blood spraying into the air.
"Protective, are we?" he asked, placing a hand on the cut, a surprised look on his face. He pulled his hand away from his face, looking at the smears of blood that decorated his palm.
"Like I said, Do…Not… Harm him!!" she spat back, as she flew higher up into the air. Kellan followed suit, rising up higher into the snow filled air. Snow dusted the city and soon settled on their hair and clothing, making Kellan's deep emerald colored hair appear to be more of a jade hue.
"All right then, Miss. Midorai, you're coming back with me, got it?" Even though he was asking, his voice held no tone of question in it. He was demanding it of her. And with that, he darted forward in the air.
As he rushed toward her, the air seemed to swirl around his body, twisting like vines as he got closer by the second. Now frightened, Midorai flew away from him, careful to stay away from places where eyes might see them.
Scared, her heart racing, she hovered for a moment over the large park that was nestled in the middle of the city. She gasped for breath, feeling a fish out of water, when she felt a sudden force shove her out of the sky, and she found herself falling rapidly to the grassy floor.
Midorai's mind raced as she quickly made her wings disappear just before she hit the ground, as she had no time to stop herself, not saying, though that she didn't try.
The impact was quick, painful, but luckily she didn't hear anything break.
"Miss. Midorai, I'll just warn you, don't let you guard down, because I'm going to get you to come back, whether you want to or not," she heard his voice say, as it echoed in her head, along with a loud ringing noise. Then, with the soft sound of rustling feathers, he was gone, leaving her crumpled on the floor.
Many minutes passed before she pulled herself off the ground, groaning. As she stood up, various things popped. She was exhausted; her breath spent and heart had just begun to slow down.
"Well… that was… interesting… and not to mention painful…" she muttered to herself as she brushed dirt off of her pants, and dusted the snow off of her hair and the rest of her body. And with that, she trudged off to find Daisuke and Riku, the snow crunching under every step.
"Well, well, Midorai, I've found you, and you will not escape…" Kellan muttered as he flew away, back to report to his boss…
-There we go, the end of this chappy, and sorry, I had writers block!! And in the next chapter… you get to meet Kitsune again!! Woot!!! See ya, and please review.