And another chapter done

And another chapter done. Ne cookies to whomever can guess who I'm writing about next!

Anyway here's the disclaimer: I own nothing here (except their powers)

Hajimari: Tenshi Janai Kedo

Atobe Keigo was a lot of things. He was rich, handsome, talented, smart, athletic……a lot. But at the same time, there were a lot of things he wasn't (a peasant, stupid...). But amongst these things, there was one factor (or lack there of) that set him apart from most of the population (and before you say anything, no it wasn't his seemingly endless supply of money).

He was not normal.

Most people, normal people would scoff at this fact. After all it was so obvious. How could an Atobe possibly be normal?! This is what annoys him the most. Why should it matter if his last name was Atobe? His last name could be Smithywhasishengermanjensen and he would still be not normal (although just slightly more exasperated of his ancestors' strange choice of a family name). Being rich did not set him apart from normal people. Rich people are normal too. They have poise, and etiquette, and run large companies, because that's what they've been trained since birth to do. His father was an Atobe. His father was possibly the richest man in all of Japan. That did not make him any less normal than Kabaji or their gardener or that one duck-like peasant that attended that one second rate school, St. Rufus or whatever (poor Yanagisawa it's just too fun to pick on him).

The point was: Atobe was not abnormal because he was rich. Not anymore than the curly haired boy heading towards him was abnormal because of narcolepsy (which said boy didn't even have really). He was similar to Jirou in that abnormality was something that dug down into every cell of his being.

And yet, they were not alike. He was not abnormal in the way that Jirou was abnormal. He was not normal in a different way.

"Come, you can sleep in the car." But even then, it took a lot to get Jirou out of his half asleep state long enough to get him into the limo. Actually, Kabaji had to push him out of the way so Atobe could climb in. They didn't even bother to tell him to fasten his seatbelt. The chauffeur was simply ordered to drive as smoothly as possible since that would take much less effort.

It took longer than it should, but soon enough, they pulled up in front of a large house where they both said good-bye (well Jirou stirred slightly and waved at him half-asleep, but Atobe said good bye, and assure him that had Jirou been fully awake he would have as well) to their burly friend.

"Ne Kabaji." Atobe's window rolled down. "If I call, chances are you should just stay put for as long as possible. Going out might not be the best idea. And good luck with you new nephew by the way."

No, Atobe was not a mind reader. That ability belonged to the boy with honey colored hair currently snoring on his lap. He just knew Kabaji too well.

Absent mindedly, he began to run his hangs through the dark gold curls. He wondered where the boy was now. After all, time and distance did not matter to Jirou, once asleep, he could be in the head of some kid in Paris or a dog in Brazil if he wanted it. Although, he was most likely just sleeping. His powers were such a pain in that way. They sucked up energy when he used them even in his sleep, more so when he used them awake. This is why he was always sleeping. He didn't dare 'dream walk' in school. Imagine all the trouble that would cause. Really, why else would he plead narcolepsy?

When the driver got to his mansion it was he who carried Jirou out. The driver only took the limo away and his butler carried their school bags and tennis equipment. They had long ago learned that this was the only act of manual labor their Master Keigo would willingly perform, happily perform. In fact, he would not stand not to perform it.

After all, aside from Kabaji of course, no other person could be trusted with Jirou-san.

So everyday, the servants were treated to the sweet heart-warming sight of Keigo bearing the younger boy to his room.

Yes, they lived together. It shouldn't be all that surprising.

Keigo gazed at his friend from his current position near the door as he remembered how they met.

Flashback

HELP, HELP, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP M E!!

"Tou-san? What was that?" A young Keigo asked his busy father.

"What was what?" The ten-year-old boy was a little miffed that the man wasn't even paying attention.

"Can't you hear it?" Even if he paid no mind to his son he should have at least heard the screaming, right?

"Keigo, look, I'm a busy man. Just go play or something alright?"

Without glancing back he rushed out the door, down the stairs (the stupid elevators were too slow), and out into the streets, before anyone had noticed he was missing. Except of course Kabaji who had followed him like always (they've been friends ever since Kindergarten). He let the wailing voice guide his way.

When the two actually got there they saw a cluster of older boys beating on something, and that something was crying for help oh dear god just anybody please help.

Without remembering that Kabaji was by his side and could have taken down most of these boys single-handedly, heck he probably hadn't even been thinking, Keigo punched the nearest boy he could reach. The boy fought like a lunatic. And for a ten-year-old this meant he used everything he could and that teeth and nails were considered weapons too. This also meant that he took quite a few blows though in the end all of them were knocked unconscious (by Kabaji, but Keigo took down two and he was very proud).

"Don't worry," slender arms wrapped around a small body. "I'm here. I'll help you."

End Flashback

When the fighting was over he just picked up Jirou and ran. The first person they met called and ambulance. He also called Keigo's dad and the poor boy was grounded with no sweets for a month, but it was worth it.

In the end Jirou was adopted into the Atobe family, but he wished to keep his former last name.

Because he didn't have anything else that belonged to him.

Keigo gritted his teeth. That memory, it made him was to wrap the sleeping beauty in silk and keep him locked a way behind a diamond case. He'd do it too, if that could have kept Jirou safe……and happy.

Actually, it was all thanks to Keigo that Jirou was with them. He had refused to let go of the other boy until he saw the adoption documents and his father's scrawly signature on them. He was that determined to protect Jirou.

Closing the door, Keigo walked across the hall and into his own room where he promptly opened his laptop and began working on his assignments. He didn't know when Jirou got his studying done, but they always were, so there were no complaints.

He contemplated on whether or not using his powers would be cheating. He was tired today and once wouldn't really hurt……no, if an emergency came up and he tired himself out doing homework of all things, well that wouldn't be good. But still, his essay was almost done. Just a few more words and……oops.

He had the dignity to look embarrassed even when there was nobody else in the room. Actually, it was because there was no one else to see him that any expression was on his face at all.

Oh well, it wasn't as if I did it on purpose. But that didn't soothe his temper by much. He never liked to admit that his control wasn't quite as perfect as he wanted it.

"Kei?" a soft, almost inaudible voice jerked his attention from his homework to the speaker. "I had a nightmare."

Gray eyes widened.

"Hold on just a second, kay?" He saved as fast as he could. Screw spell check. Who needed it anyway? Jirou was much more important.

After turning off his lights, he climbed into bed where the other boy was already. He opened the drapes and began to coax as much moonlight as he could into the room at the same time he got it to reflect off the window so that nobody could see. True, sunlight was more complacent to him, but it was moonlight that calmed his friend the most, and Keigo would spare nothing where his dream strider was concerned.

"It's coming." Jirou was still shivering even with his captains strong arms encircling him. "Something's coming. I can't see what. The image was blurry, but it's coming. It's already really close. But something else is coming too, a shadow kind of, almost pitch black."

Keigo held his best friend (possibly a bit more but he wasn't going to hope for that right now) a little more tightly, but he let him continue. "It's a familiar blackness though, almost friendly. It's been in my dreams for a while and it's not hurting anybody, so I left it alone. But that shadow doesn't like the blur. It's fighting the blur, but it's too small to last very long. Every time it gets hurt, the shadow a little bit of itself bleeds out into a black ink pool that the blur is sucking up. If it loses, I think it's gonna die. Then the blur will move on to something else. Keigo, I don't want the shadow to die."

"This shadow." He began trying to understand it. "You said it was friendly, how so?"

"Its presence is friendly. Soft and almost playful sometimes, but still clear and steady." Jirou whispered,

"Like Yukimura's snowflake?" Yes, Jirou had some very strange symbols stocked in his mind, but Keigo wouldn't have it any other way.

"No not pretty, not really."

"Tezuka's thunderbolt."

"No he blends in better than Tezuka. His contrast isn't as harsh." Jirou really wished he could be clearer in his descriptions, but really, how on earth do you describe a shadow? "I could let you see it……"

"No." Was the automatic answer. "It's one thing to have premonitions. It's another for you to relive your dream in my head. I don't want you to end up like the lat time we tried it."

"But……"Jirou wanted to cry. What use was his powers if he could even get a clear message? What use were premonitions if he didn't have the brains to figure them out? What use was it if he was still too weak to send dreams to other people, especially important ones?

"Hush, go to sleep." Keigo kissed the blonde's left eye like he always did when Jirou was upset and they both laid down. He also let go of the moonlight that seemed almost glad to filter back outside. Soon enough, he had Jirou snuggled into his chest and asleep. He was about to follow the action when his cell phone rang. Muttering curses at the lunatic that dared disturb him at this hour of night (it was 1:00 A.M DAMMIT!), he answered.

"Tezuka?" Drawing out enough light from the phone so he could actually read a caller ID, he gasped, but was careful not to wake his companion up. Ironically, it's a lot easier to disturb Jirou at night. "Germany. Ah I see. Fine I'll take care of things for you here. Don't worry so much. It'll be fine."

"Yudan dekinai deshou."

"Wakatta ze." He hung up frowning. Would it kill the other buchou to have faith in him just once?

He was Atobe Keigo, the Heaven Seeker.

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For anybody who's confused, Atobe's power is manipulation of light. I was originally just going to make him an angel descended to earth (Hence the name heaven seeker) but I think this would make it more interesting. As for the name, well, I really liked this one and I could think of anything better. Feel free to tell me how crappy it is in the reviews, just as long as you can give me an idea for a better one.