Chapter 2
Falling.
It was kind of great…when you had wings of course.
A male guard swooping down to the RG - who was carrying,
Mihael, Meeka, who had miraculously reappeared, and Ryan - stopped abruptly, and let them fall.
Obviously, they didn't enjoy this…well, what do you expect?!
Meeka let out a weird shriek "Argh! What the hell?!"
Mihael closed his eyes tightly and folded his arms as he fell in a straight line, headfirst of course…lucky…
"WHAT THE FUUUUUUUCK!" Ryan had yelled, clearly pissed that he couldn't fly at all now, and starting flailing like a bird...dumbass.
"STOP YELLING IN MY EAR!" Meeka had fumingly snapped at Ryan.
Out of all of them, Mihael was probably calmest. He just allowed himself drop out of the sky without even flinching. Even though his wings were gone and he couldn't fly now, he didn't care.
"FUCK YOU, WOMAN!" He referred to Meeka as "woman".
Huh.
He glared, before headfirst diving down.
"...WOMAN?!" She attempted to slap Ryan over the face "I still have feelings," She whined
A slight sigh escaped the Mihael's lips. "I suggest you both shut up," he muttered, keeping his eyes closed so they wouldn't see the strawberry gashes that tainted his golden eyes.
He dodged, "WOMEN!" He exasperatedly threw his hands in the air, then looked down, 104's outside area expanding greatly. "…Damn."
"I see some people can't be serious about anything!" he snarled harshly. "Grow up." He threw a pointed look at both Ryan and Meeka, who were bickering like an old couple.
"MAKE US!"
His pale blonde - almost white - hair fanned out around him as he continued to fall. If his eyes were open, he would have rolled them in exasperation and annoyance.
"You know, people who argue a lot, usually end up eating each other's face off-" He was cut of, as they crashed onto the ground, head slamming onto it.
"WHAT TH-" Meeka landed face first, spitting blood and remnants of make-up out of her mouth and nose.
Lovely.
"My make-up..."She sighed and picked out the shattered remains of her 'Blush', and figuring out her hair.
Someone as…picky as this couldn't be a criminal, right?
He glared at the ground, pushing himself up to a sitting position. "Go figure. It HAD to be concrete." He winced when he moved.
"What is this feeling." She looked at her hands seeing red stuff "Blood? Okay this is seriously, weird..."She licked her finger tip and drew back "Ugh, never taste it…"
Mihael closed his eyelids. "So now what? Are we supposed to go somewhere?" The question was directed at Ryan.
"..." His eyes snapped to Mihael. "We need new clothes. Better get some money and buy some in 104. Or Shibuya. Whatever wins." He shrugged, coughing up a little blood.
He pulled himself to his feet, blood oozing from many bleeding bruises on his arms and a graze in his cheek and forehead. "Ryan...I know this...will sound weird...but..."
"But...?" He licked his lips, rescuing them from the dryness they partook in.
He breathed in slowly. "I don't want anyone to see the tints in my eyes so if I keep them shut could I hold onto your hand or wrist...or something? I don't feel like falling over..."
"..." He blinked, then nodded.
"Affirmative...what day is it? Uh...MONDAY." He shoved his hand in his pocket, withdrawing a large number of lollipops.
"...Strawberry!" He unwrapped it, and shoved it in his mouth, then turned back to Mihael,
"Yeah, 'kay, sure."
"Wait…where the HELL are you?!"
"Over here, idiot." Ryan smirked, flicking his wrist which made Mihael shudder. Mihael turned cautiously and extended a hand to Ryan's shoulder. A frown appeared on his face and he slid his hand down the other angel's arm, stopping at his hand. Apparently, holding hands would be more comfortable for the blonde.
Meeka stared in awe, "Jeez, is it just me or am I seeing a case of Gay Jungle Fever." It was pure enjoyment to Meeka if she was to make things, awkward "Hey Einstein, if you don't like letting people see your eyes go buy some goggles or something..."
"Hey!" Ryan glared at Meeka, being straight, he didn't appreciate it.
He blushed scarlet. "Meeka, your very lucky I don't hit females...and I don't know where you are anyway. As for goggles? Well I...don't have money. Not human money at least." Although this was true, he also had no idea what goggles and sunglasses were.
"Dont you guys read, goggles are IN, this season. Go mug someone, like...that guy." She pointed at a young Carlos the Mexican looked over his shoulder to Meeka who was pointing at him and he waved.
"MY EYES ARE CLOSED!" he yelled, flailing with his free arm. "And I could never mug someone!"
"Fine, watch and learn...well…listen for you..." She strode away picking up some chewed gum sticking it on her hand walking over to the street performer's hat that was a few metres away, she pretended to drop something in. She strode away back to the boys hand full of money and gum
"See."
"No I cant see anything, my eyes are shut," he said dryly
"Well smell it then!" She stuck the gum to his nose
"Rather a good look for you, I suppose." She giggled
Mihael let out an annoyed yell and he ripped the gum off, throwing it at Meeka's hair by mistake.
"MY HAIR!" She screamed, "MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!"
He smirked. "What, did I get my aim right? Wow what a guess!"
"Thanks for making my life hell on earth!"
"Pleasure!" he grinned.
"Hey…Correct me if I'm wrong, but are we being watched? I feel like I'm being stared at…" He shuddered.
"That dude, I suspect…" She pointed at a brunette haired man of the same age, who was smiling cheekily and waving madly.
"Go away you crazy-ass Spanish or Italian type person thing," he said dryly, closing his eye again
The man smiled and happily came over. "Buenos Dias. Me llamo Carlos."
"WHAT are you SAYING?" Mihael's open left eye glared – obviously annoyed – at Carlos.
"It' a means Hi' ya." He waved again, more vigorously this time.
He unclenched his middle finger, and turned it at Carlos in a gesture of annoyance.
Carlos took it with his middle finger and did the hand shake thing
"I'm' a Carlos." He greeted
His eyes snapped open and he stared at him in shock, horror and confusion. "WHAT THE HELL!?" The angel jerked his hand away.
"Hola, Whatthehell!" Carlos waved.
"…"
…This was going to be a long afternoon…