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Chapter 2

For a long, long time Akaiko believed that she knew what it meant to fall in love with someone. She had fallen before in love with angels of her home, had felt that wonderfully gentle and lovely emotion well up in her heart for the one who had captured it. She had felt the simple need to be with her love and be content with their embrace, their touch, and want nothing more. She had felt those chaste feelings and innocent desires that came with the love an angel could feel. And now, beside this human man, she realized how little she knew of the love she once thought to know so well.

This was not Heaven, but Earth, and the gentle, simplistic feelings of Heaven were not the same as those feelings of the mortals below it. No, their love was strong, possessive, consuming, greedy, beautiful, warped, insatiable, and even lustful, Akaiko realized as her heart was taken over mercilessly by them. This love was not platonic like that of Heaven's, but romantic in every sense, a more complicated and dangerous feeling that any angel of Heaven could ever hope to experience. She had fallen in love with Mikuo, and nothing, Heaven or herself, could stop it from blossoming in her gentle, pure heart.

And with a jolt she realized that she didn't want the blooming bud to be cut.

The angel wanted this man, wanted him badly, wanted him to look at her and only her. She wanted all of him, and wanted everything he made her feel, no matter the consequence.

Every gentle smile made her heart race, every touch made her body tremble, every look made her desire another. Even now, as they strolled about the village, conversing idly about trivial happenings and occurrences, she wanted more. She wanted him to hold her, to kiss her, to love her; she didn't want this distance, these friendly, meaningless touches. She should be content to have his affections as a friend, to have had his kindness in her time of need, and yet it wasn't enough.

Akaiko didn't know what it was she had said -probably something foolish in her ignorance of this world- but it had made Mikuo laugh. Not at her, but at her statement, at how adorable it had been because of that same ignorance she so grew to dislike.

"Always saying such cute things," Mikuo teased, looking up at her face, knowing it would make her flush and snap at him in her embarrassment.

"It's not cute!" she cried, flushing red. Though it pleased her that he thought her cute, it pained her it was only a teasing meant for a friend, and not a lover. How it pained her to be stuck pining for him, to be stuck as his friend and for him to be so oblivious to her feelings.

Maybe she could have held out a little longer if it hadn't been for that smile. That sweet smile accompanied by that chiming laugh that always reached those eyes that had first enamored her. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes, green and vivid, shining and kind, mischievous and playful. And those smiling lips she so yearned to touch with her own. Were they as soft and plump as they looked? As sweet? As delicious?

But that was forbidden, strictly forbidden. So much was what she would have to sacrifice for that one simple kiss. Her hand found its way to her idle wing, folded and unused since she had fallen to Earth. It twitched at her touch, almost fearfully, warningly, as if it knew what she was thinking of, of what she dared to consider. Once lost, the things she would throw away could never be returned, never be seen again, and never again could she cross the Gates of Heaven and call Paradise her home. Straying to the human world and mingling with the people was a forgivable crime; but to kiss and love a human with human emotions was not. To accept these feelings and to act upon them stripped an angel of their right to Heaven's Gates, for now they were human, tainted by those impure and filthy emotions; such taint could not be allowed to touch the halls of Heaven. It had once, those cruel human feelings, and it resulted in Heaven's first and only war, as well as the loss of their most beautiful and glorious of angels.

"Daydreaming again, Akaiko?" Mikuo asked with a teasing laugh, leaning in with that sweet smile again. He was so close. So, so close, that she could feel his soft, warm breath caress her teasingly. And his lips were so close, so very, very close that her own lips buzzed with desire to feel them pressing against them. With those feelings taking her over, she cared little of the wings resting uselessly on her back, cared little for the sheltered and easy life of Paradise. They didn't matter to her anymore. All that mattered was the man in front of her and the all-consuming love she felt for him. She tired of these gentle smiles and pleasant greetings and platonic teasing. She would gamble and throw it all away for just a simple kiss and his love. Anything for that.

As if in a trance, the fallen angel leaned in, lowering her lips the few inches of distance between her goal, and, with closed eyes, she kissed her only friend and love squarely on the lips.

And it was heavenly.

Akaiko never thought that something so simple as a kiss could be so wonderful. Nothing could compare to this exhilarating feeling, and all those chaste kisses she had shared with her angelic loves paled in comparison to this one kiss. It made her heart thunder in her chest, made her entire body tingle, made her crave for more that just a simple peck even when this gentle, innocent touch of lips was all she ever knew. But her mortal love knew more and could show her more.

She felt his small hands gently push her away, and she saw that pained look on his face.

"I...I'm sorry, Akaiko," Mikuo murmured. "I can't be with you. I have a fiancee..."

Oh. Oh, what a fool I am! Tears welled up in her crimson eyes and a sad, bitter smile curved her lips. Before her tears spilled, she used what little of her power she still retained to disappear as he looked away, taking flight and hiding, leaving behind a shocked and confused Mikuo. She only had a small of power left and so could only go a small distance away to the large tree they had only just passed. There she leaned and allowed the hot tears to fall down in thick streams, quiet sobs leaving her.

She had just ruined a perfectly good friendship because of her inability to keep her feelings in check. And I got what I deserved, she thought sadly, bitterly, viciously. But even now she still desired him all for her own, even with the newfound knowledge that he was engaged. Bitter jealously and hate welled up in her once pure heart, darkening it and consuming it, holding her heavy heart it its cold grip with no intention of letting it go. And what good would it do her? She would never have him, could never have him.

Oh.

Oh.

Yes, yes she could. I still have a chance, Akaiko thought excitedly. She could go to him, could ask for his help in winning Mikuo's heart over. Hope was still not lost!

Slowly, her tears came to a stop, a new, slightly mad smile on her lips born from her new warped hope. Surely he would not deny and turn her away.

Yes, he would help her.

After all, brother Lucifer was the granter of sinful wishes.

A/N: Well, now. I'm not too sure about how my explanation went there, but oh well :P

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