Chapter 1
"What?!" A strong, obviously masculine voice erupted from the courtroom of the Cloudae Council.
"You heard us, Valentine." Replied a gruff, hard looking man, expression stone cold.
The voices were echoing loudly, from a country house on a perfectly normal looking hill. A tension filled autumn breeze hung in the air, occasionally rushing past the remaining people in the brown, wood room. "You can't! It was a misunderstanding! Self defence!" He roared, scowling with dark hatred at the man sitting in front of him, still taller by many inches.
"Dammit, Rouse!" The dark haired and shouting man repeated, stealing a few, miss able glances at the teen beside him. The boy touched the growling mans arm, smiling slightly.
Faintly.
Sadly.
"It's okay, Vale." He sighed, before placing a flat, blank expression on his face, and making his way up the steps up to the man named 'Rouse', the main one in the council who had been quietly arguing with the person going by the name of Valentine.
"Ryan Galer. By proven accounts of murder, you shall be forced to bear the remnants of jade in your gaze."
"Understandable." The one named Ryan spoke solemnly, but had the dignity to keep his head held high.
"You are not the only one who has been deliberated." Rouse nodded to the door that was the entrance to the not-so crowded room.
"A Mihael and a Meeka ." Rouse informed him.
Ryan blinked, and nodded formally.
"Go out of that entrance, and head right with the two other fallen," He pronounced that word with disgust. "Angels. You'll find out where to go later on."
Ryan dipped his head, and turned around.
Amongst the crowd, were glaring eyes, all aimed on Ryan himself. He made his way quietly down the steps, quiet as a mouse, he stepped slowly down the aisle, ignoring jeering whisper, and comments, he exited out the door, but before he could close it – door still ajar – the courtroom erupted into screams, yells and roars of insults, but only a single comment burnt through his mind, leaving remnants everywhere.
'Traitor'.
Ryan closed the door behind him, sighing. He looked up slowly,
and sought out the eyes of the two beings before him.
Mihael's golden eyes flickered toward Ryan's and he narrowed
them in distaste. He turned his back on Ryan, and returned
his attention…elsewhere. Ryan glared at the taller male,
scoffing, before storming down the hallway and pivoting to
the right and stalking forward again. A dark smirk worked its
way onto Mihael's seemingly flawless face as he turned and
followed the darker haired male. Truth be told, Mihael didn't
even know where the room was but he was too proud to ask
anyone.He inhaled slowly, a dark gleam appearing in his icily
calm eyes. A gleam of anger, perhaps. For that is the emotion
that coursed through his body like wild fire. Anger. He was
angry at being punished, angry at knowing both his elegant
wings would be taken. Angry with the knowledge his eyes
would be tainted...
Tainted red.
Ryan opened the second door on the right; figuring out which
One was which, due to the labels on the door.
Green.
Murder.
Being labelled a murderer through his eyes would be hell...and
He hated it. Vanishing into the room, he slammed the door
Behind him, waking up the doctor who was snoozing on the
chair on Ryan's left.
"Ahem." Ryan coughed loudly, taking the doctor's attention
away from the floor and straight to him. Mihael's eyes
followed Ryan's every movement. Silently he followed his
example, looking at the labels on the doors. His heart sank
when he found his chosen room. "Here goes nothing..." he
muttered and slipped inside.
"O-oh...your..." The male doctor looked at his list and found the name and the recorded time. "Ryan Galer?" Ryan nodded briskly. "L-Lie down please."
Ryan did as he was told, lying down on the flat bed slowly.
Mihael shuddered as he felt a pair of piercing golden eyes staring right at him. Angel's eyes were usually warm, welcoming tones of honey or liquid gold. Not these ones. These eyes were cold, bitter amber with dark fearsome pupils that gleamed sadistically in the pale light. "Mihael Kanji?" rasped the doctor in his husky, out-of-breath tone.
Jolts of fear shot down Mihael's spine. "Yes," he whispered, "That is me." A dark grin appeared on the doctor's pale face. "Hello there. Lie down, if you will." The blonde obeyed in an instant, not missing the low chuckle that escaped the man's thin lips.
"Tell me, Mihael, who was it? Hmm? Who was your victim? Which poor soul did you choose to violate?" cooed the doctor. Mihael felt another shiver run down his spine but he refused to show his unease. Instead he merely glared directly into the doctor's pale stare, unflinching. "I. Did. NOTHING," he growled, "And even if I did, it would be confidential."
Back in Ryan's hellhole, the doctor edged closer toward him, and informed. "Humph. This...will hurt for a slightly long period of time." Before Ryan could reply, the doctor withdrew a penknife thingy...and dipped it in a coloured sort-of liquid-ink and dug it into numerous places in Ryan's eyes.
Ryan screeched, "OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL!" He shouted in pain, convulsing swiftly.
The creepy doctor in Mihael's room edged towards where Mihael was laying and ran a thin index finger along his jawbone, feeling the muscles tense between his touch. He then gripped the blondes chin and smiled. "Do you really want those lovely eyes of yours to be stained with such foul colour? If you want, we could make a deal. If you were to do something for me, I could let you go. Would you like that, Mihael?"
Mihael jerked his head away. "You make me sick!" he snarled. The doctor's eyes narrowed to thin hazily-amber slits and a dark scowl appeared upon his face.
"Fair enough have it your way, scum!" he snapped and turned to grab a penknife which he dipped into an inky liquid of some sort. Lashing out one bony, pale hand, he gripped Mihael's chin and tugged it forward, forcing him into a sitting position, so that the doctor's stupidly frozen face was a few inches away from Mihael's flawless one. A cold, smoldering anger flickered in the Doctor's eyes, with a snip of...enjoyment? Sadistically smiles were fully projected from them. The penknife shone with a white light swiftly, as it was thrusted into the younger boy's eyes.
Mihael yelled with pain, an emotion he never usually
showed…after a moment, the doctor withdrew his hand, but
ran his thumb over Mihael's right cheekbone, smirking lightly.
The seemingly at first timid doctor completely copied the
smirked, withdrawing his bloodied hand from Ryan's face,
speaking in unison with the doctor from the opposite room.
"Mark successful."