My Guardian Angel II: Runaway Angel

--By SunFireVixen--

Aquamarine: Hello.

Vixen is absent, she apologizes.

-takes out card-

She thanks everyone who reviewed, and everyone who spends their time on reading this fiction.

-peers closely at card- And a special thanks to Tio Hiwatari. She loved the translation of the song you sent.

I too, thought the translation was great.

Vixen is slowly escaping writer's block. -rolls eyes- I'm praying it goes away soon, all she does is whine and act like a baby. ¬¬

-Emerald walks in-

Aqumarine: Hey.

Emerald: Hey. Vixen gave me more cards. -gives card-

Aqumarine: -accepts card- Great... -rolls eyes- Is she still whining?

Emerald: -folds arms across chest- Yes. Why else would I offer to bring her cards to you?

Aquamarine: ¬¬ Well, that makes perfect sense.

Emerald: -nod- Wait, what is that supposed to-

Aquamarine: Well, anyways- -looks at first card- It looks like Vixen changed her schedule for this fiction too. -sigh-

This fiction will now update... every saturday? What the-

Emerald: Yeah, that's where I come in-

When school starts again, which will be exactly one week from now, she'll be taking other classes, which she has to concentrate on. So, she'll be busy most of the week all school year.

Aqumarine: -wide eyes- Ouch.

Emerald: -nod- Sucks to be her! -snicker-

Aqumarine: Alright, anyways, since Vixen isn't here, she won't be able to answer reviews, so on with the story.

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Chapter 8: A New Way To See

'The pain-'

ANGELle 3677 clutched his uniform's jacket. He scowled at the pain that emitted from deep within his body.

As he glided through the morning air, he ducked behind the misty clouds, looking for a place to rest.

He dived down, and slowly landed in behind a small tree. He crouched down into the grass, folding the white wings behind him. He panted heavily at the intense pain in his chest, it was unbearable. As he looked down at the grass, a small snowflake landed on his white shoe.

He slowly tilted his head up, and stared at the silent snowflakes peacefully falling. He sighed, and opened his wings again. His dark-aqua-colored bangs rustled in the wind as he hovered over the small tree. He searched quickly for a place to hide.

A large lake of ice stood still under him from above in the sky, and he spotted the low bridge nearby. As he swiftly flew down and under the bridge, snow fell heavily, and the wind pushed him roughly.

The male angel wrapped his wings around himself, wincing at the pain that he still felt in his chest.

"Who's there?"

The angel turned his head around.

A small girl stared at him, but her eyes seemed to be looking beyond him. Her hair was soft light brown, and her eyes were a dull amber.

Her eyes became irritated, and she spoke in a sharp voice, "Who is it! Answer me!"

The angel looked at her as she backed away, looking down at the ground and clutching the blanket that covered her legs and feet.

"I'm… it's not important what my name is," the angel responded, turning around again.

Silence dawned between them.

None of them moved.

And the silence continued.

The angel then felt sharp pain in the back on his neck. A small piece of rock rolled down the dirt hill under the bridge they both sat.

He jerked his head around, and glared at the girl, who once again, looked beyond him, but glared back.

"What was that for?" the angel asked. The girl glared at him.

"I don't want you near me!"" the girl yelled, and the angel stood up, and walked towards her.

"I don't want to be here either!" he said, and she fell backwards in surprise. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and he stared, irritated. "Now what!"

She furiously wiped the tears from her eyes. "N-nothing! Go away!" She lifted herself, and stared down at the ground. She slowly tilted her head to look up at him.

He stared at down at her eyes. They were oddly hazy, and tears were still visible. Her eyes stared beyond him.

"You're… you're blind."

Her eyes widened. "So what! It doesn't matter, I can still protect myself!"

He crouched down to meet her height, and she slowly looked down. "I'm sorry, I was being rude-"

"I don't want your pity! Go away!" She was crying now, and he cupped her cheek.

"It's not pity-"

She slapped his hand away before yelling in his face, "Yes, it is! I don't want anything that comes from you! Now, go away!"

She hid under the brown blanket hiding her legs, and he stared as she lay down again, and curled up into a ball.

She shook as she clutched the blanket tightly around her.

"Let me help you-"

"No! Just please… go away… leave me alone…" small sobs were heard.

The angel just stared down at the girl, as she shook madly, crying under the thin brown blanket.

He sighed, and stared down at the girl one more time, before leaning down and gently wrapping his arms around her.

His wings unfolded, and he wrapped both of them inside, very tightly.

She stopped all movement at once. She threw off the covers, and looked up at him.

"I knew you would try something, you pervert!" she said angrily, and intended to push him off when one of her hands found the feathers of his wings.

"Hey- what are you- wait, don't-" He screamed as she pulled on a handful of white feathers. Her hand wet with blood, she gasped.

He bent down, trying to hold in the pain in his chest, and the extra added amount on one of his wings.

"I'm-I'm-I'm sorry! I didn't-"

"Forget it! I'm not helping you anymore-" He struggled to stand up, but the pain wouldn't let him. She clutched his white jacket with her clean hand.

"Please-I'm sorry… I didn't…" she hiccupped as she cried. He stared down at her.

"What are you crying about? I'm the one who's hurt here-"

"I know, but still-

"Stop crying then!"

She hiccupped once more, and stopped her sobbing, but tears still clung to her eyelashes and at the corners of her eyes,

He stared down at her tear-stained face. She could be no more than sixteen.

He wiped the tears from her eyes as she looked up at him. She sniffed, her nose a light pink, and then looked down at her hands. One was dirty, and the other was covered in blood.

"Umm…were those feathers?" she asked, remembering the soft feeling of before.

"Yes," he responded, glancing at the handful of feathers she had yanked out.

"Why- Where did they come from?"

"My wings, where else!" he said, irritated. She stared up at him.

"Wings? Why would there be-"

"I've never seen an angel without wings, you know," he said angrily.

"Angel? You-"

"Yes!"

More silence.

"Umm… Are you sure?"

"I think I would have noticed if I had wings on my back."

She laughed, and he stared down at her before his own lips curved into a smile.

"What's your name?"

He stared down at her. "What?"

"I said, what's you name?" she said, smiling.

"What's… what's a name?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You don't know- how could…Well, my name's Mika."

"I… I don't have a name… where do you get one?"

Mika laughed. "You can't get one, your parents give you one when you're born…"

"I… I don't have parents…Is there another way of getting one?"

Mika stared down at the dirt ground. "I don't… think so."

The angel sighed as he stared down at the ground sadly.

"But…"

The angel looked down at her as she lost herself in her thoughts.

"I don't see the harm in it… well, why don't I give you a name?" Mika said, tilting her head up. He stared down at her hazy eyes.

"Okay… but, what are you going to name me?" the angel asked, curious.

"Claude!"

He stared down at her as she smiled. "My mother used to tell me stories of one special angel called Claude. He saved people, and made them feel better…"

He nodded as she smiled happily.

"Where is your mother now?"

Mika turned to look at the ground. "I don't want to talk about her right now…"

"Okay," he responded. His eyes widened when she suddenly hugged him, and buried her face into his jacket.

Claude stared down at her light brown hair for a moment before wrapping his own arms around her, and wrapping both of them in the small cocoon of warmth once again.

A small sob escaped her throat, and he held her tighter.

"Please don't leave soon, Claude. I'm always alone…"

Aquamarine: Blech.

Emerald: -scowls- what do people like about these freaky love stories?

Aquamarine: -shrug-

-Vixen shouts from the other room-

Emerald: Oh crap. Now she probably thinks i'm her damn servant. -stomps off-

Aquamarine: Well, please review! I think she'll be happier when she sees her inbox full of reviews.

-Emerald walk in, fuming- -throws card at Aquamarine- -stomps away-

Aqumarine: Okay... -picks up card from floor-

-stares at card-

Looks like we have good news.

Vixen has escaped writer's block. She's starting on thenext chapter right now.

I wonder what Emerald did, though.

I bet she gave her the 'I'll-kill-you-if-you-don't-stop' look. Vixen also say she'll probably be back this next saturday, to stop and say hello. She's busy working on this story, though,and trying to decide a satisfying ending to this story.

We'll see you in...-counts on fingers- three days! Please review!

Thank you!