Blue eyes fluttered open slowly as a warm summer breeze swept into the room, causing curtains to dance in gentle waves. Frowning in confusion, he sat up, looking around for any sign of something familiar.
Running a hand into his hair, he paused for a moment, before pulling off the strange item on his forehead. A somewhat red bandage came loose, falling to his lap heavily as the crystallized blood came free of where it had been for the past three days.
Slipping to the edge of the bed, he winced a little, glancing over his shoulder at the large, feathery objects protruding from his back. Standing, he stretched them out a bit and flexed them. They were stiff, sore from disuse, and some feathers were uncomfortably wedged in awkward postions.
Sitting on the floor, he happily began to brush his wings, fixing feathers into neat lines like they should have been. Soft, light green pajama pants remained unnoticed to the boy as he groomed his wings, as did the lack of a shirt on himself. The sun filtered into the room slowly as it rose, glittering just a little when it contacted his wings.
Laughing softly, he hugged one of them, burrying his face in his feathers. He had forgotten that the sun tended to make his feathers glitter, he had become far too used to the celestial lights of Az'sterion.
So pleased was he with his rediscovery, that he didn't notice the figure that stood at the door. Stroking his wings gently, like a girl would her hair, he hummed, looking out the window to the rising sun.
Ken watched in a mixture of awe and delight as the boy he had brought home sparkled. He was pleased that the boy had woken more than anything, but that the angels wings were sparkling now that he was concious came in a very close second. It could be nothing less that the most beautiful thing he'd seen.
As the boy sang a soft song, Ken cocked his head, walking in to listen. The words he spoke were most certainly not Japanese, or any other language he had ever heard. In fact, he thought absently, it sounds like some child's song or something...
Pausing in his musicmaking, the boy peeked over his shoulder, adjusting a wing to look at the stranger. Ken paused too, grinning sheepishly at having been caught. He waved a little in a friendly gesture, but those ocean blue eyes just watched him curiously.
"A'dasn tennon amorin?" the angels voice lilted a little, and Ken could merely guess that he was being asked a question.
Slowly, he spoke. "I... Only... Speak... Japanese. Ja-pa-ne-se."
"A'dasn oyn 'Ya-ha-ne-se'?" the angel blinked.
"Ja-pa-ne-se," he tried again.
"Yahanese, a'das yahanese, e yahanese!" he grumbled absently, then folded his wings.
This... is going to take a lot of work... Ken sighed to himself, taking a seat where he was. The angel turned around to face him, glowing celestially due to the sun rising directly behind him.
"...Ok... Yahanese... I speak... Yahanese."
The angel smiled brightly. "Yahanese oy a'das! Tennon amorin yeherern?"
"I don't speak your lanaguage, so please speak in my language if you understand!" Ken cried out, somewhat frustrated, burrying his head in his hands.
"...Engleesh?"
"...English? You speak English!" Ken asked, somewhat excited suddenly.
"...Yeherer oy Engleesh..." the angel nodded with a smile.
"Ok, good, I'll be right back! Don't go anywhere!"
Looking down, the angel noticed with distaste his lack of proper clothing, and stood up. Closing his eyes with a quiet chant, he looked down again and nodded in satisfaction at his outfit, a nice cream shirt with dark blue lining, and a brown ge'lenzer.
As promised, the brunette returned quickly, sitting in his spot again. "Ok... A friend of mine will be here soon. He can speak English, so you can communicate with him, ok?"
"Sa'ah."
"...Do you understand what I'm saying?" Ken blinked.
"Sa'ah," the angel smiled and nodded.
"Sa'ah is yes?" The angel nodded again. "Ok... I am called 'Ken.' What is your name?"
Pointing at his chest, the boy smiled. "'Omi' tenno yeherer."
"You are 'Tenno?'" Ken blinked.
"Zetso... e Omi," the boy repeated.
"Omi... ok, Omi's a nice name. Tenno just sounds odd to me," Ken smiled a little. "It's nice to meet you, Omi."
"Zaroh akka sa yo'no!" the boy responded, flaring out his wings.
Ken shrunk back a little, moving away. With his wings wide spread, Omi seemed rather intimidating to him, causing him to automatically assume that he had upset the angel. Apologizing quickly, he went downstairs to answer the door.
Cocking his head to one side, Omi watched him leave, folding his wings again in confusion. Brushing a hand into his hair, he continued watching the door, waiting for his companion to come back. He began fidgeting absently, first with his fingers, then his hands, then his wings began flicking nervously out.
Finally, not long after he had left, Omi leapt to his feet and left the room in search of the brunette boy, "Ken." He walked down the hallway outside of the room he had been in, his feet cold against the wood floor, his hand on the wall beside him. Turning a corner, he faced a large empty space that looked down on what appeared to be the front entrance of the home- two floors below him.
Looking at the ceiling, he deemed it high enough and beat his wings gently. Not finding anything wrong, he climbed over the railing, keeping himself balanced with his wings, and jumped, beating his wings quickly to keep him up.
It seemed alright for a moment, before a pain lanced through his left wing and he cried out, toppling down towards the floor. Luckily, Ken caught him before he hit the ground. Having heard Omi cry out, he made his way to the entrance to find him falling, and quickly caught him.
"You shouldn't fly in the house!" Ken scolded a little.
"Ka'zso... e sagus..." Omi whimpered softly, pulling his wing to himself and petting it.
Sighing, Ken carried the boy awkwardly back up the two flights of stairs to his guest room.
"That damn Astus! I swear to you now, Ehdus, if you don't find him, I'll kill you in his place. And that won't spare him." Cold dark eyes glared from the seat of his obsidian throne at the greasy haired man cowering at his feet.
"Find the Astus and kill him, or is that too much even for a professional like yourself?"
"I'll find him, my lord, and I'll kill him," Ehdus said, his voice not quavering as much as the rest of him.
"Do so. Quickly."
With another glare, he dismissed the black winged man, turning his gaze to the white haired man laughing by the doorway. "It's a wonder anyone listens to you."
"This coming from the man whose backstabbed them all," the bespeckled man responded, pulling off his glasses to clean them.
"I haven't betrayed you."
"That's because you can't," he retorted absently, placing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.
"I could. That would, however, stop me from my Astus hunting," one yellow eye sparkled at the mention. "And that would be a shame. I refuse to die before the Astus become people of legend alone."
"Good boy. Have you found him yet?"
"No, he and his Con'tier have been good about not using their magic... It's difficult to track them that wa-" he cut off his sentence, cocking his head to one side.
"..." a small smirk formed on the lips of the dark-eyed man. "Locate him. Destroy him. I'm sure it won't be too hard now that you have an idea as to where he might be."
With an evil look in his eye, the white haired man nodded, vanishing into the darkness.
Okay, raise your hand if Ken and Omi's discussion confused you. I've started a Terion Dictionary that I'll put at the end of the story with terms, slangs and some grammar. That's right. Grammar. So yes, the language the 'angels' speak in is one that I've painstakingly put together. Spring Break offers nothing but boredom
Personally, I had fun writing their dialogue... I laughed because Ken can't speak English even though that's the language I've been writing the story in. Ironic, isn't it? A note for next chapter: English will be the italic words.