- Chapter 8 -

- God v. His Angel -

(A/N: This chapter is a little bit more... I don't want to say perverse, but what is discussed is personal for the characters and a bit sexual. So far the story has been rated about PG - PG13 this is suggested for perhaps a little more mature audiances. You may not find anything wrong with what is in this chapter, but to be on the safe side, I feel the need to put this up. Oh, and one thing I forgot, Akitou goes off the deep end. Expect bad language in an abundance. Thank you and happy reading.)

"Enjeru-chan... I'm sorry... for not telling you sooner..." Hatori said softly, walking towards Enjeru.

Today is Saturday, it's late, about ten o'clock. Ayame had called Hatori because Enjeru had locked herself in her room since Tuesday when Hatori had brought Enjeru home. He hadn't called her, hadn't said anything to her, pretty much completely ignored her. Ayame resorted to getting Mine to give her food through her window. Mine talked to Enjeru sometimes, but others she just let Enjeru be. One day, Thursday, when Mine and Enjeru talked, Enjeru asked to go to the store with Mine. Mine didn't mind and allowed her to go. She didn't even pay attention to what Enjeru bought, nor did she really care. But Enjeru went directly back to her room and locked the door. When the girl had tried to get a hold of Hatori after that, he wouldn't answer. He never picked up the phone, and she didn't want to tell him anything over his answering machine. So she sat and waited.

Enjeru looked up at Hatori, her hair hanging in her eyes as she looked up at Hatori, an almost lifeless shine in her eyes when Hatori had walked into her room after picking the lock on her door. Hatori's heart broke at the sight of the one girl that seemed so full of life all of the time, despite the situation, who now looked so broken, thin and betrayed. Hatori glanced at her desk, she hadn't been eating by the looks of what seemed to be two days of breakfast, lunch and dinner accumilated in the trashcan and on her desk. She hadn't drawn anything in days, her supplies still neatly put away. He closed the door behind him and stood there, both watching each other for a moment.

"Enjeru-chan... I'm.. sorry..." Hatori said softly to her.

"So what happened between you and Akitou-sama? Are you going to tell me now?" Enjeru asked slowly, her voice filled with pain of the unspoken actions that she knew happened to him.

Hatori looked down, he knew he had to tell her, and was reluctant to do so, but he did anyway, "I went to see Akitou-sama... about us. Akitou-sama was angry... He told me that if he wouldn't let me have Kana, I couldn't ever have you... We argued... and that's what happened."

"Hari-chan..." Enjeru whispered affectionately.

"Enjeru-chan... I'm sorry... For not telling you sooner," Hatori said as he walked towards her and sat on the mattress next to her.

"I tried to call you... I have something to tell you... before everyone else finds out."

Hatori looked confused, "what is it?"

"I'm... We're..." she sighed, finding this harder than she thought to tell him, "I-I'm... p-pregnant."

Hatori's eyes widened before he closed them and dragged her into his arms, hugging her tightly like a beloved possession. She looked up at him for a few minutes, worry on her face, not knowing if his reaction was good or bad. His hand found the base of her skull, his fingers sifting through her hair, he pulled her closer, so that her chin was resting on his shoulder while he burried his face in her hair, behind her ear. Tears entered her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him around the middle.

"I wanted to tell you first... I don't want Akitou-sama to find out from anyone else," Enjeru whispered.

"We will tell him... We'll tell him together... If he tries anything... If he tries to hurt you..." Hatori said, anger growing in his voice.

"Hari-chan, talking like this isn't like you," she said jokingly.

"I mean it koibito, I mean it."

There was a long pause before someone spoke up.

"What are we going to do? About this baby I mean..." Enjeru asked.

Hatori pulled away from her a little, looking down at her, brushing the locks from her face, "I'll build onto my house at the main house... Once it's done you can move back in. I'll make it so there's enough room for three. I want to do as much as I can for this child... I am as much responsible for it's exsistance as you..."

Enjeru hugged him tightly whispering over and over, "I love you..."

Hatori let out a short breath of a laugh and adjusted position so that he was slouching against the headboard of her bed, with Enjeru laying against his chest, arms around his waist. His arms were around her as he held her like a precious doll. It seemed as if nothing could seperate him from her. And eventually in the silence and darkness, only illuminated by a single lamp and a clear night sky, Enjeru fell into sleep.

Hatori watched her for a long time, and before he knew it, night had skipped to morning as Ayame's voice could be heard, jolting him out of the dark quiet abyss of his sleep. He looked down to Enjeru to see if she was awake yet. Hatori shook his head gently at her. She had grown so accustomed to the home, that she had learned to sleep through Ayame yelling, praising, or just plain carrying on. So he shook her gently as he glanced at the time. It was just about nine o'clock in the morning, a good time for getting up. She groaned lightly at Hatori for waking her up, and once he told her of the time, she jolted awake, remembering what they wanted to do.

She rubbed her eyes a bit and slowly sat up. Hatori kissed her hairline and told her that she should get a shower, and he'd be in the kitchen. She nodded and slid over the bed spread, pulling herself into her wheelchair, she wheeled herself to the bathroom that was connected to her room. As soon as she closed the door, Hatori got up and left her room, anxeity on his face. He wanted to get to the mainhouse, wanted to get this overwith, but he also didn't want to confront Akitou so soon. He had just gotten in a fight with Akitou on Monday, now it was Sunday.

He also concidered her health as well. She always seemed perfectly healthy on Sundays, and recently she had been healthier than ever. He wondered faintly what being pregnant would do to her. If it'd keep her healthy, or if she'd be in even more need of medical attention. He sighed, knowing that broading over this for too long would eventually kill him. He made a small breakfast of pancakes for Enjeru and himself while Ayame occupied himself by singing.

Enjeru rolled herself into the kitchen, wearing a nice black long sleeved shirt with a high chinese style collar and a flowing black skirt, lace at the ends of it. The skirt was shorter than her normal skirts, this one comming up to just below her knees and black socks on her feet. She smiled up at Hatori as she wheeled herself into the kitchen and up to the small table in there. Without a word, they ate breakfast in silence.

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Hours later, nearly the entire main house could hear the fighting and arguing going on in Akitou's room. Enjeru was on the floor, a long cut across her right cheek, Hatori was holding Akitou's wrists, standing between him and Enjeru. Akitou was fighting to get to Enjeru. Akitou wasn't just mad, he was furious. Hatori had gained a gash in the head from Akitou's blind rage. Hatori had then realized what Akitou meant those years ago, when he called Enjeru his. And he saw more than ever that Akitou didn't want anyone to get near her like Hatori had. Akitou didn't want anyone touching her.

"Enjeru, why have you done this to me? You are mine, and mine alone. You were fine until you left this house, and once you did, you became a whore!" Akitou shouted at her, tilting his head so he could see past Hatori and see her looking back up at him with anger to rival his own.

"I was never yours Akitou! Never! And I never will be! You know the history as well as I, and you've been trying to prevent the prophecy from two hundred years ago comming true!" Enjeru yelled back at him, sitting up straighter.

Akitou fought against Hatori harder, and managed to fling Hatori off for a few minutes. Akitou lunged after her and she dodged him, but then he whipped around and his hand caught her throat, shoving her against the wall. She gasped and struggled for air and a horrible grisly grin came upon Akitou's face.

"If you die, then there is no prophecy," Akitou said with a malicious tone.

"And if I die... you die. Take your pick," she spat back at him.

"Do you not value your life very highly?" Akitou asked, which sounded more like a demand.

"I just can't stand a person like you, younger than I, deciding to dictate whether I can bear a child or not. This child was concieved with love, and I'll make sure that it'll live surrounded by it."

Akitou's grip tightened, "if the kid is a girl, it won't matter, I'll still win."

Enjeru winced yet kept her cool, "and I have a good mother's intuition that this child is a boy."

Akitou's eyes narrowed to mere slits, filled with hatred and anger at the girl he had called his for so long, he saw the hatred in her eyes, but there was a glimmer of something else, and he was too late to interpret it due to being flung across the room. Enjeru's eyes flashed a bright green as her feathered wings burst from her back, magically making it's way though the fabric of her shirt. Hatori knelt by her, making sure she was alright. She looked at him a moment and he backed off a little. This was now between Akitou and Enjeru.

"Akitou, this fight should have taken place long before this," Enjeru said, her cold, angered stare moving back to Akitou.

"Bitch... After everything I've done for you..." Akitou spat.

"The prophecy says... that when the Angel bears a child, everything will change. If the child is a girl, the curse becomes worse, as to if one is embraced by any sex, then they transform. If the child is a boy, the curse will be controlable or ultimately broken. Each head of the family has isolated the Angel so that the curse would not either get worse, or better," She explained smoothly, her hand raising.

"You think you're smart Enjeru? You think you've figured it all out have you? You've only touched the tip of the ice burg bitch."

"You may symbolize god in this family, but you're nothing, you're not even worth a piece of shit. You think you're better than us?" Enjeru yelled at him.

"You think you hold the key to saving them? You think you're this almightly savior Enjeru? Do you? The only thing you hold is your pitiful life!"

"You're words have NO value Akitou! NONE! I'm not a pitiful scared child that would do anything to stay away from a hospital! I'm not that pitiful child you once knew! You can't take this baby away from me, you can't take Hatori from me either! You can't have control over everything Akitou, and you never will! Just because you're jealous doesn't mean that you can force others not to get together!"

"Why would I be jealous of you pathetic pieces of shit?"

"Don't pretend like I don't know, don't even try it! You're isolated in this house, in this life, living day to day depending on others to keep you alive. You're afraid that if Hatori and I get married that you'll be left here. You're afraid that if Yuki falls for someone or lives with them, that you'll never see him again. You're afraid that if Hiro and Kisa get together that you'll lose another possession. You're AFRAID."

Silence was carried through that room for a long time. It seemed like ages, and the silence was defening. There had been so much yelling and damnation in the room before that it seemed almost wrong that there was now nothing, not even a creak of a floor board, a small song of a bird beyond the window, or the shuffling feet of a servant. Akitou's head was hung, he never looked up at her, though she could see the blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth, creating small dots of beaten shame and embarassment on the floor.

"Get... Out," Akitou snapped.

"So you've decided not to kill me anymore..?" Enjeru asked with a slight mocking tone.

"Just. Get. Out." Akitou spat, glaring up at her.

"Alright. Come on Hari-chan... Let's go." Enjeru said softly with a sigh of relief.

Hatori looked at Akitou for a few moments, Akitou giving him a loathing sort of look, while Hatori gave him an even look back. He finally left Akitou, turning his back on him. Hatori knelt by Enjeru and asked her softly if she needed help to get to her wheelchair that was on the other side of the wall. She nodded a little and he picked her up, smoothly standing and lifting her as if she were a feather. He left Akitou's room, taking Enjeru with him, ignoring her wheelchair and just taking her directly to his home so he could treat her cut and the swelling bruises that had begun to develp. When passing a servant, he muttered to her to attend to Akitou, he kept walking as the servant bolted to the head of the family's room.

Hatori kept on going to his home, his eyes drooping, the gash in his head was getting to him. Enjeru looked up to him with worry as he entered his home, Enjeru opening the door for him, he shut the door with his foot before taking her further, the door not closing all of the way, but it was good enough to him. He took her into his bedroom, setting her on the bed before going to get his bag. He came back in and immediately began to attend to her. She protested a bit, but he ignored it and attended to her slight injuries still. She finally pushed his hands away and pulled him into the bathroom, tying her hair up into a loose bun. She washed the cut in his scalp and found it needed to be stitched. Biting her bottom lip, she asked him if there was anything that she could numb it a bit with. He instructed her on where to find it, and she applied it before she quickly stitched up the cut. Once she figured out how to bandage it, she did.

"I'm sorry for what happened in front of Akitou..." Enjeru said softly, looking down.

"You said what you felt. And you spoke the truth." Hatori justified.

"Hari-chan..." She nearly whined as she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, hiding her face against his chest, "I don't want to leave here."

He leaned against the wall of the bathroom, due to they hadn't left the small space yet, "I don't want you to either," he said petting her hair as she still kept hiding her face in his shirt.