Sins of an Angel
R
Ryo Angel
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*serenity \se*ren"i*ty\, n. [L. serenuas: cf. F.
s['e]r['e]nit['e].]
1. The quality or state of being serene; clearness and
calmness; quietness; stillness; peace.
2. Calmness of mind; eveness of temper; undisturbed state;
coolness; composure.
3. the absence of mental stress or anxiety
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"Why are you running away from us, Akuma?" The whispers began. He looked around at this black void that he
keeps coming back to, the black void that was slowly chipping away at his sanity.
"What do you want from me?!" He screamed out his question, looking wildly around him.
"We want you, Akuma..." The echoes resounded in his head, "You Akuma... you Akuma..."
"My name is Mamoru! Mamoru Chiba!" He screamed aloud.
"No... no... no..."
He ran both hands through his sweat drenched hair and took off, trying to outrun the voices, but they followed him,
"Why do you run? Run... run... run..."
A light opened up in front of him; desperately he tried to reach it. 'Please...' He begged to whomever is listening.
'Help me...'
An angel appeared. HIS angel. "Serenity!" He called out, trying to grab her outreached hand. But the closer he ran to
her, the further away she appeared to be. "Come back!" He called to her, "Please!" She took one step forward into
his misery, "No!" He called to her, "Don't!" But she advanced, coming out to stand in front of him, a beacon of light in
his world of darkness.
"I'll never leave you..." She whispered, holding out a hand for him to take.
Trembling, he reached for her. The instant their hands touch, darkness shrouded them, "Serenity!" He watched as
her silver feathers fell by the dozen. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as black feathers erupted from her
shoulder blades, blood splattering across Mamoru's face. Her pain filled eyes watched him, but they held no
resentment, only love.
"Serenity..."
"She has fallen... fallen... fallen..." The whispers told him. "She has followed you..."
"No!" He screamed, "NO!"
"No! NO!" Mamoru Chiba thrashed about in his bed, "NO!" He screamed, his entire body arching upwards as the jolt
of pain rippled through him. He bolted awake again breathing heavily, "Serenity..." He whispered... "Usagi..." The
silvery moon offers him solace in the form of light, dapping her rays across his body in attempts to comfort him, but
he sat there in the middle of his bed, darkness the only thing he sees.
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Usagi walked into the Crown Arcade and plopped down next to the man wearing a pea green jacket. A big grin on
her face, she took out a piece of paper and slid it next to him. "An 82 percent!" She squealed as he glanced at it
through his dark glasses.
"That's wonderful, Odango."
Usagi's mood turned sour, but she let it pass, "What's wrong?" She asked him, "You don't sound like yourself?"
Mamoru shook his head and rubbed his temples, "Just midterms."
"Here," Usagi stood up and walked behind him, "Let me." She reached up to his temples and using the index and
middle fingers, slowly began moving them in a forward circular motion, "Is this better?" She asked when he didn't
say anything.
"If you can only cook as well as you can give massages, I might just consider asking you out." Mamoru tried teasing
to hide the sound of his beating heart at her touch. It's strange, he thought, this morning, he felt like the world
would collapse on him, ready to swallow him up into darkness. All it took was her touch to make him see the light.
Usagi laughed, thankful he couldn't see her blush, "And if you could call me by my given name, I might consider
saying yes." Shaking her head, she moved her hands down to his neck, "Geez, you're tense!" She laughed, moving
her hands underneath his jacket to the black t-shirt he had on underneath. He groaned when she hit a particular
sore spot. Gingerly, she moved her thumbs in a circular motion around that spot, teasing it as she pressed down on
it, earning another groan from him.
"Guys, guys." The manager chided, "This is a family place." A grin broke out his handsome face, "At least go get a
room."
"Motoki!" Usagi withdrew her hands, "If I didn't love you so much... I'd..." She gave him a look that only earned her
another laugh.
"Yeah, yeah." Motoki rolled her eyes. "You didn't see his face, Usagi. It looked like he died and gone to heaven, the
way his eyes rolled up to his head and..."
"Motoki!" Mamoru glared at his best friend, "That's QUITE enough."
Usagi looked between them, "Is this one of those college things that I wouldn't understand?" She asked, shaking
her head as Mamoru and Motoki shared a look.
"Yes," They agreed, "Yes it is."
She pouted, but didn't press, "One of these days, you'll tell me everything. Just you wait..."
Mamoru rolled his eyes, "When angels fall willing into the gates of Hell." The words echoed in his mind and he
wondered why he said that.
"You never know." Usagi said, tossing her head up high.
"No," He agreed softly, "I'll never know." The bright sunlight behind her, she looked almost like his Serenity. His
angel. "But I hope they never do."
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"Come on already Usagi!" Makoto banged on her door, "We're going to be late as it is!"
The door opened to reveal a blurry eyed girl, "Next time, no more letting Mom answer the door until 5." Usagi
yawned, pulling on her sweater. "What's the big deal anyways?" She asked as Makoto dragged her downstairs.
"Walk, eat, and talk." Makoto told Usagi, shoving a sandwich to her. "The big deal is that today's the last day. The
Christmas fair only comes once a year."
"You don't even celebrate Christmas!" Usagi snorted, trying not to choke, "'ot a'y 'a'er?" She swallowed quickly, "Got
any water?" She asked again, "This sandwich is really dry, Minako made it, didn't she?"
Makoto nodded solemnly, "We'll get something else to eat at the fair. Right now, we're late meeting the girls.'
Usagi stuck out her tongue and tossed the sandwich into the next garbage can, "I'm walkin', I'm walkin'." Usagi
yawned again, rubbing her eyes to drive away the last of the sands of sleep.
"Usagi! Makoto!" Thirteen-year-old Ami Mizuno ran towards them, her long blue hair flowed behind her like water.
"You two are late! Rei is just about to hit the roof, metaphorically speaking of course." She was about to launch into
a lecture when Minako showed up.
"About time!" Minako pulled the three of them inside, "You two are way late, imagine! Leaving Rei to fend the booth
all her own!" The four of them walked to their Christmas booth that they had set up to raise money for their school,
meeting with a pair of fiery red eyes.
Usagi swallowed loudly when she faced Rei, a smile of apology in her eyes. "Sorry?" She asked.
Rei only glowered as she threw a microphone at Usagi. "She's been singing all day..." Ami whispered to Usagi, "I
don't think she can talk at all..."
Usagi gulped as she made her way onstage. It's not like she had a bad voice, it's just that she's incredibly stage
shy. It seemed almost laughable to her, but once the music swelled, the words flowed out of her mouth with the
smoothness of water.
A crowd gathered as she launched into a song she wrote a few days ago when she was pulled into the idea of doing
karaoke as a fund-raiser. She sang of a love that spanned for centuries, lifetimes after lifetimes, the cycle never
completed.
"She was an angel and he had fallen.
White against black,
everything and everyone
seemed to be against them.
He wanted redemption.
She wanted him.
Nothing left to do...
she was his light.
His only light
in the void of darkness.
Nothing could be more wrong.
Two unlikely souls
fell in love.
The world could shatter,
nothing seemed to matter.
Only them.
She fell.
He died.
The cycle begins anew.
The cycle begins anew..."
She finished with a soft voice, opening her eyes that were filled with shimmering tears, a rosy blush forming when
she heard cat whistles floating up onto the stage. "Thank-you." She whispered into the microphone, hopping off
stage.
"That was pretty good, Odango."
"Ah!" Usagi jumped and turned around, "Baka!" She yelled. "Do you go around scaring people like that?!"
Mamoru only smirked. Yes, there was definitely something about this girl that seemed to pull at him. A strange
attraction. His grin widened when she launched into a small lecture about heart attacks and how easily it would to
give her one. He rotated his shoulders, trying to get the kink in his shoulder blades to go away, but it only served
irritated him more. With a sigh, he gave up and just listened as Usagi rambled onwards. His serenity.*.
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This story is my idea of simple ^^;; There's going to be a bit of angst. Some violence
and maybe a spot of suicide. Just to warn you.
I feel sorry for Mamoru... but it's just so much fun torturing him ^^;; Their relationship is
going a bit fast for my taste, but it's do-able.
As for Ami. That was deliberate. She has a birthday to celebrate! ^^ And a whole new image
to obtain! She's also one of the key players in this story.
There are small things in my story that will eventually be explained.
R
Ryo Angel
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*serenity \se*ren"i*ty\, n. [L. serenuas: cf. F.
s['e]r['e]nit['e].]
1. The quality or state of being serene; clearness and
calmness; quietness; stillness; peace.
2. Calmness of mind; eveness of temper; undisturbed state;
coolness; composure.
3. the absence of mental stress or anxiety
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"Why are you running away from us, Akuma?" The whispers began. He looked around at this black void that he
keeps coming back to, the black void that was slowly chipping away at his sanity.
"What do you want from me?!" He screamed out his question, looking wildly around him.
"We want you, Akuma..." The echoes resounded in his head, "You Akuma... you Akuma..."
"My name is Mamoru! Mamoru Chiba!" He screamed aloud.
"No... no... no..."
He ran both hands through his sweat drenched hair and took off, trying to outrun the voices, but they followed him,
"Why do you run? Run... run... run..."
A light opened up in front of him; desperately he tried to reach it. 'Please...' He begged to whomever is listening.
'Help me...'
An angel appeared. HIS angel. "Serenity!" He called out, trying to grab her outreached hand. But the closer he ran to
her, the further away she appeared to be. "Come back!" He called to her, "Please!" She took one step forward into
his misery, "No!" He called to her, "Don't!" But she advanced, coming out to stand in front of him, a beacon of light in
his world of darkness.
"I'll never leave you..." She whispered, holding out a hand for him to take.
Trembling, he reached for her. The instant their hands touch, darkness shrouded them, "Serenity!" He watched as
her silver feathers fell by the dozen. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as black feathers erupted from her
shoulder blades, blood splattering across Mamoru's face. Her pain filled eyes watched him, but they held no
resentment, only love.
"Serenity..."
"She has fallen... fallen... fallen..." The whispers told him. "She has followed you..."
"No!" He screamed, "NO!"
"No! NO!" Mamoru Chiba thrashed about in his bed, "NO!" He screamed, his entire body arching upwards as the jolt
of pain rippled through him. He bolted awake again breathing heavily, "Serenity..." He whispered... "Usagi..." The
silvery moon offers him solace in the form of light, dapping her rays across his body in attempts to comfort him, but
he sat there in the middle of his bed, darkness the only thing he sees.
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Usagi walked into the Crown Arcade and plopped down next to the man wearing a pea green jacket. A big grin on
her face, she took out a piece of paper and slid it next to him. "An 82 percent!" She squealed as he glanced at it
through his dark glasses.
"That's wonderful, Odango."
Usagi's mood turned sour, but she let it pass, "What's wrong?" She asked him, "You don't sound like yourself?"
Mamoru shook his head and rubbed his temples, "Just midterms."
"Here," Usagi stood up and walked behind him, "Let me." She reached up to his temples and using the index and
middle fingers, slowly began moving them in a forward circular motion, "Is this better?" She asked when he didn't
say anything.
"If you can only cook as well as you can give massages, I might just consider asking you out." Mamoru tried teasing
to hide the sound of his beating heart at her touch. It's strange, he thought, this morning, he felt like the world
would collapse on him, ready to swallow him up into darkness. All it took was her touch to make him see the light.
Usagi laughed, thankful he couldn't see her blush, "And if you could call me by my given name, I might consider
saying yes." Shaking her head, she moved her hands down to his neck, "Geez, you're tense!" She laughed, moving
her hands underneath his jacket to the black t-shirt he had on underneath. He groaned when she hit a particular
sore spot. Gingerly, she moved her thumbs in a circular motion around that spot, teasing it as she pressed down on
it, earning another groan from him.
"Guys, guys." The manager chided, "This is a family place." A grin broke out his handsome face, "At least go get a
room."
"Motoki!" Usagi withdrew her hands, "If I didn't love you so much... I'd..." She gave him a look that only earned her
another laugh.
"Yeah, yeah." Motoki rolled her eyes. "You didn't see his face, Usagi. It looked like he died and gone to heaven, the
way his eyes rolled up to his head and..."
"Motoki!" Mamoru glared at his best friend, "That's QUITE enough."
Usagi looked between them, "Is this one of those college things that I wouldn't understand?" She asked, shaking
her head as Mamoru and Motoki shared a look.
"Yes," They agreed, "Yes it is."
She pouted, but didn't press, "One of these days, you'll tell me everything. Just you wait..."
Mamoru rolled his eyes, "When angels fall willing into the gates of Hell." The words echoed in his mind and he
wondered why he said that.
"You never know." Usagi said, tossing her head up high.
"No," He agreed softly, "I'll never know." The bright sunlight behind her, she looked almost like his Serenity. His
angel. "But I hope they never do."
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"Come on already Usagi!" Makoto banged on her door, "We're going to be late as it is!"
The door opened to reveal a blurry eyed girl, "Next time, no more letting Mom answer the door until 5." Usagi
yawned, pulling on her sweater. "What's the big deal anyways?" She asked as Makoto dragged her downstairs.
"Walk, eat, and talk." Makoto told Usagi, shoving a sandwich to her. "The big deal is that today's the last day. The
Christmas fair only comes once a year."
"You don't even celebrate Christmas!" Usagi snorted, trying not to choke, "'ot a'y 'a'er?" She swallowed quickly, "Got
any water?" She asked again, "This sandwich is really dry, Minako made it, didn't she?"
Makoto nodded solemnly, "We'll get something else to eat at the fair. Right now, we're late meeting the girls.'
Usagi stuck out her tongue and tossed the sandwich into the next garbage can, "I'm walkin', I'm walkin'." Usagi
yawned again, rubbing her eyes to drive away the last of the sands of sleep.
"Usagi! Makoto!" Thirteen-year-old Ami Mizuno ran towards them, her long blue hair flowed behind her like water.
"You two are late! Rei is just about to hit the roof, metaphorically speaking of course." She was about to launch into
a lecture when Minako showed up.
"About time!" Minako pulled the three of them inside, "You two are way late, imagine! Leaving Rei to fend the booth
all her own!" The four of them walked to their Christmas booth that they had set up to raise money for their school,
meeting with a pair of fiery red eyes.
Usagi swallowed loudly when she faced Rei, a smile of apology in her eyes. "Sorry?" She asked.
Rei only glowered as she threw a microphone at Usagi. "She's been singing all day..." Ami whispered to Usagi, "I
don't think she can talk at all..."
Usagi gulped as she made her way onstage. It's not like she had a bad voice, it's just that she's incredibly stage
shy. It seemed almost laughable to her, but once the music swelled, the words flowed out of her mouth with the
smoothness of water.
A crowd gathered as she launched into a song she wrote a few days ago when she was pulled into the idea of doing
karaoke as a fund-raiser. She sang of a love that spanned for centuries, lifetimes after lifetimes, the cycle never
completed.
"She was an angel and he had fallen.
White against black,
everything and everyone
seemed to be against them.
He wanted redemption.
She wanted him.
Nothing left to do...
she was his light.
His only light
in the void of darkness.
Nothing could be more wrong.
Two unlikely souls
fell in love.
The world could shatter,
nothing seemed to matter.
Only them.
She fell.
He died.
The cycle begins anew.
The cycle begins anew..."
She finished with a soft voice, opening her eyes that were filled with shimmering tears, a rosy blush forming when
she heard cat whistles floating up onto the stage. "Thank-you." She whispered into the microphone, hopping off
stage.
"That was pretty good, Odango."
"Ah!" Usagi jumped and turned around, "Baka!" She yelled. "Do you go around scaring people like that?!"
Mamoru only smirked. Yes, there was definitely something about this girl that seemed to pull at him. A strange
attraction. His grin widened when she launched into a small lecture about heart attacks and how easily it would to
give her one. He rotated his shoulders, trying to get the kink in his shoulder blades to go away, but it only served
irritated him more. With a sigh, he gave up and just listened as Usagi rambled onwards. His serenity.*.
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This story is my idea of simple ^^;; There's going to be a bit of angst. Some violence
and maybe a spot of suicide. Just to warn you.
I feel sorry for Mamoru... but it's just so much fun torturing him ^^;; Their relationship is
going a bit fast for my taste, but it's do-able.
As for Ami. That was deliberate. She has a birthday to celebrate! ^^ And a whole new image
to obtain! She's also one of the key players in this story.
There are small things in my story that will eventually be explained.