Green eyes stared over the top of his glasses as his mouth stood agape. Ken shifted uneasily from one foot to another.
"We don't have all day, Yohji... He could bleed to death..."
"God, Ken! Do you realize what this is! It's an angel! It can't die!" Yohji gawked.
"One way or another, it's hurt! We have to help it, so if you'd plug that hole in your head from which all your brains seem to be leaking; we can get it to my house and take care of it!"
Turning an irritated glance to Ken, Yohji pushed his sunglasses up in front of his eyes. "You're talking about taking home an angel, Ken. I'm not the only one whose brains fell out."
Making a small face, Ken knelt to pick up the small creature, carrying it clumsily towards his friend's car before carefully laying it in the backseat. As he made sure the winged creature was comfortable, he hopped into the front seat of the Super Sevens and turned his gaze calmly to Yohji.
"Are you driving, or am I leaving you behind?" he asked, flatly.
The wavy haired man scowled and made his way to the driver's seat of his car. "You will never drive my baby. One scratch would cost you your life." He grumbled irritably as he tore off down the road.
The creature in the backseat barely stirred as they drove, though the feathers of his wings ruffled in the wind as they drove, also causing his hair to play delicately across his face, as if caressing the injured creature, trying to sooth it's pain. Brown eyes studied it curiously as he noticed the lack of breathing from the angel.
Is it dead? He wondered, his brow creasing as he frowned worriedly. It can't be dead... Like Yohji said, it's an angel; angels can't die, right? ...
"Faster, Yohji..." he commanded, his hands forming small, anxious fists.
"Ken... If I go faster, I'll miss your driveway entirely. We weren't far to begin with," Yohji pointed out, his logic doing nothing to ease Ken's worry.
"Faster, or it'll die!"
Turning sharply, Yohji pulled into the driveway of Ken's three floor home. Not even waiting for the vehicle to stop completely, Ken hopped out of the car and turned to lift the weightless creature out of the back, dashing towards the front door of the house.
As Yohji put his car in park, he sighed. He only waited for a moment before he heard the irritated cry. "YOHJI! Get the damned door open!"
Turning the key, he shut the car off and headed up to the door, opening it for his younger friend. As Ken slipped in, Yohji followed, closing the door behind them. Ken made his way over the mess all over the floor to his couch, laying the injured angel down on the couch. With a worried frown, he directed Yohji to stay there and watch the creature while he grabbed the first aid kit.
Wrinkling his nose, Yohji picked his way through the disaster that was Ken's house towards the couch. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, along with books, magazines, movies, pizza boxes and various other, unidentifiable objects. Finally, he seated himself on the couch beside the angel and began his avid scrutiny of it.
Red-blonde hair fell gently over his cherubic face as he slept; his brown furrowed just slightly indicating the pain he was in. Blood still ran from his open wounds, dropping into small ruby spheres on the floor, instead of soaking into the couch. His body was small and the obviously twelve sizes two big clothing made him look still smaller.
His wings would, he imagined, stand taller than the angel himself, and probably would be about eight feet spread, from wing-tip to wing-tip. As well, the angel had a male appearance, although his face was very feminine. There was no bust to indicate that he was a girl and any hips to be had on the being were buried under the clothing.
With a sigh, he knelt to gather the rubies that were rolling and clattering into Ken's mess all over the floor. His awe over the being currently asleep on Ken's couch had begun to dwindle into a dull interest, however, the blood rubies on the ground had become fascinating.
Ken reemerged from the kitchen, soon, and set to work bandaging the creatures wounds, which he found quite easy to locate due to the lack of blood on him. They sat quietly for a while, once Ken finished, neither of them quite sure what to say. Suddenly, Ken looked at Yohji.
"...I have... an angel in my house..."
"...Ken, you're a real idiot sometimes, you know that?"
"Nagi, I really don't like this."
"Quit being lazy..." the smaller boy muttered.
"All this walking is driving me insane! We could be searching for years and never find him!" Schuldig complained.
"That's your motivation to keep searching. The faster you search, the sooner we find him; the sooner we find him, the faster you rest."
"You're being a jerk."
"...Look," Nagi grouched, stopping to glare at Schuldig. "I don't know how much you enjoy the thought of being tortured to death, but I don't like it. If they find him first..."
"I know, I know! They'll torture him, they'll kill him, and you won't be able to stop them, you just get to suffer with him. I don't really care right now, ok? It's hopeless! They know this planet better than we do!" Schuldig protested.
Turning to gaze across a lake that the locals called "Shuswap Lake," Nagi sighed. "There's no way to search faster without them finding us."
"...Sense for him... Every few hours... Not constantly just... from time to time," Schuldig suggested.
"I can't... not properly. They'll track us that way. They'll know where he's not, too."
"...It's... worth trying, isn't it?"
"I need him." Nagi sighed heavily. "So... It has to be worth it."
TT Wah, must promote... ok. I've written a story I fell in love with two actually, butone is currently on hiatus because for the life of my I can't figure out what I'm doing with it but I don't have it in the K/O section because Ken and Yohji are the main characters. If you have any interest in a bit of supernatural/mystery and stuff, as well as a sneak peek at some characters from the series I'm writing, check out "A Song For The Dead" Okies? Much love.
PS- I luffle my Reviewers. Even those with no comment. And I'm glad it's not like Wish, because I hate to be an idea stealer.