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Chapter 7
And so continued their romance, one to be looked down upon by Heaven above. Not for the fact both he and Mikuo were male, but for the fact of the sacred promises left broken in the wake of this passionate love.
Both he and Mikuo sat alone in a small little garden-like pasture, content in the presence of the other. They laughed and they chatted, Akaito's deft hands making a ring out of a small little flower that had grown nearby. With care he bent the stem and shaped it, all the while Mikuo looked on curiously at his preoccupied lover. When the small task was done, Akaito took the other's small left hand into his larger ones, slipping the little thing onto the ring finger, smiling all the while.
Mikuo could only stare as a warm feeling filled his heart at the sweet gesture. Never could they get marry by church, but that didn't mean that they couldn't "marry" on their own. He laughed, cheeks adorned with a pink blush, resting his forehead against his lover's as his laughter was returned, their lips meeting chastely, sweetly.
This was their perfect little world, of which was nothing but the other and the love felt between them. It did not matter the sins they left in the wake of their love, of the broken promises, of their pasts before their meeting. All that mattered was their future together, nothing more.
A future too fragile to carry on if lived in the past, if they remembered all they've done.
But there was someone that could not forget, that could not forgive. And this person looked down upon them in their wrath, in their resentment.
From the Heavens above Kaito watched the sweet scene unfold, his blue eyes, usually so gentle, cold and hard and furious. His heart, though, ached, and it ached cruelly as it took in and realized how lost his sister, his precious, sweet sister, had become.
All for a single man, for one pathetic human, she had given her wings, her soul, to their fallen Brother below.
All for a single vile human being she had turned her back on Heaven.
On him.
On God.
And he could not forgive it.
So he waited, waited until he saw his fallen Sister leave her lover for a moment, hearing how she assured him she would soon return, with that loving smile, with that loving tone. And he could see her lover's returning smile, returning tone, full of gentle love, that disgusting love that had caused all this to happen.
Unable to withstand it any longer, Kaito flew to that little garden, his wings, enormous and a beautiful white, flapping soundlessly, his feet making the tiniest of sounds as he landed.
As he beheld the cause for his Sister's demise, as he saw him fondly regard the little flower that was on his hand, a symbol of love and dedication, anger flowed through him, burning hotly in his veins, a potent poison that clouded and filled him, leaving room for nothing else.
This evil creature would pay, and he would pay dearly.
Drawing his weapon, a gun of white, he pointed it, burning with a wrath that could not be doused with anything but this Justice that needed to be carried out.
And as if sensing someone behind him, Kaito's target turned, green eyes widening, face paling, as he saw the gun pointed squarely at his chest, as he realized what was to happen.
There was the noisy 'bang' as the gun was fired. There was the horrid sound of impact as the bullet buried itself in flesh, pierced the child's chest as an arrow would its target. There was the flutter of wings as the Angel flew to its home above, having no reason now to stay in such a corrupted land.
And there was the thump as Mikuo fell and nothing more.
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