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Chapter 5-Movies and Reapers

"So…"

"So what?"

"Who was the blonde guy that dropped you off?"

Shioiri Yayoi glanced away quickly, blush dusting his cheeks as he folded his arms over his chest. His red headed friend gave him a curious stare, suspicion rising inside him. Why was he blushing like a crushing school girl…

Gasp. "Because you are one!" He screamed, pointing an accusing finger at him. Yayoi gave a startled jump, head whipping back towards the yelling teen.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"That was your boyfriend! Wasn't it!" Natsuo yelled loudly, body shaking with excitement.

Yayoi stared at him, mouth slightly agape. "I-I…how did you know?"

Natsuo grinned, puffing out his chest as he jabbed a thumb towards himself. "I could tell by the blush." He replied smugly. Yayoi scowled.

"Fine, yes that was my boyfriend. So what!"

"Well, why didn't you ever introduce him to Ritsuka and me?"

"Ritsuka and I." Yayoi corrected.

"Whatever." Natsuo scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Stop it. You look like Ritsuka when you do that."

"Hey! I do NOT!"

"Sure, sure. Anyways, I didn't introduce you because…I wasn't really sure if our relationship was…you know…serious. But, I have a really good feeling that we're going to last. So I was thinking off introducing him this weekend." Yayoi said, a smile brightening his face.

Natsuo smiled as he saw happiness and excitement fill his friends light blue eyes. He assumed that was what love looked like, since his parents always had the emotion in their eyes whenever they would look at each other. It made him feel ecstatic for his friend, yet at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little bit of envy.

He wanted that, believe it or not. He wanted someone that he could stare at with adoration and happiness. Someone that would be there for him when he was frightened and upset. To hold him and comfort him, to be there during the worst of times. He wanted to be held, touched, loved. To share secret, intimate touches. To kiss someone.

'Like Youji…'

His eyes just about popped out of his head. Where the hell did that come from?

'You kissed Youji…and you liked it.'

'Shut up, brain.' He thought grumpily.

'This isn't your brain, genius.'

'O-kay, conscious. Whatever. Yeesh. Gimme a break, will ya? Thanks to you, I'm already seeing freaky creatures and making out with…with…perverted spirits! Oh gawd, what the hell is wrong with me? This is like bestiality only…only you would call it spiritality?'

'Your train of thought is rather…disturbing.'

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" He screamed aloud, startling his two friends.

Eyes widening, he clamped his hands over his mouth for the second time that day. Youji and Ritsuka stared at the red head, both startled from their conversation. He had failed to notice when Ritsuka had arrived, thanks to his stupid conscious talking to him. Yayoi suddenly frowned, arms folding over his chest. "Did your parents switch you back onto Focalin or something?"

"No! I just…got caught up in my thoughts." he said, nodding to himself.

"What's new." Ritsuka said, hands on his hips. "You'd best hope you don't start screaming in the movie theater, otherwise we'll be kicked out. And I will not hesitate to strangle you if you make me miss Priest. I've been dying to see this the day they premiered the trailer."

Natsuo swallowed as the raven all but hissed his threat. Ritsuka could be very…scary. But usually he was so chilled! The young Sagan started to become confused, thinking that over. Why was Ritsuka so irritable? Usually he would laugh and tease him, not threaten him. Glancing at the shorter teen, he suddenly noticed the tired, drained expression on his normally perfect face. 'He looks like shit…did he not sleep enough?'

"Hey, Ritsuka…are you-"

"Natsuo. Why didn't you answer my calls last night?"

That question snapped Natsuo's mouth shut. How the hell was he suppose to answer that? "Oh, you know, sorry but I was too busy being attacked by some freakish monster that may or may not have been trying to kill me before I was saved by an man who turned out to be my guardian angel before he was exiled from Heaven by God. Yeah, sorry dude. Totally, totally forget to mention that."

Yeah…like that would work. How was he going to explain not answering Ritsuka's calls at three in the morning? Wait…three in the morning…

"Why were you calling me at 3am anyways?" He asked quickly, hoping to throw Ritsuka from an answer. The youngest Aoyagi stared at him, brows furrowed.

" I didn't."

"Yes you did. I remember looking at the time, it was just after 3am."

"I called you at 8pm. Why in the world would I call you at 3am? I'm usually asleep at that time, Natsuo."

"A-Are you sure it wasn't 3am?" he squeaked.

"Positive. Now why didn't you answer?"

Shit.

Had it really been only 8pm when Ritsuka had called? But his alarm said 3am…what the hell was going on? He knew it hadn't been a dream considering he had made out with an angel no more than half an hour ago, and there had been the feathers, the dried up drool form that creature…he had proof! So, what was up with the time, then? Glancing back at Ritsuka, he gave a sheepish smile.

"W-Well you see, uh, you hung up before I could answer, and I was already asleep so…I was too tired to call back. Yeeaahhh…that's it."

Ritsuka narrowed his tired eyes at his friend who was obviously lying. Sighing, he decided to let it drop, too tired to further press for a real answer. Running a hand through his dark silky locks, Ritsuka turned away, letting out an incoherent mumble as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"Alright, let's get going then. The movie starts in half an hour." Ritsuka moved ahead of his friends, back turned to them. He could already see concern in their eyes, probably because he looked like shit. Well, he sure did feel like it.

Last night had been, in all honesty, the worst night of his life. He couldn't sleep a wink, and if he had fallen asleep, he would only wake up with his face shoved into his pillow, scream ripping through his lungs, cold sweat soaking his body and sheets. It had happened at least seven times. He knew, he had counted. And it had started in his brother's room, when he had felt someone watching him through the window.

Running a hand through his hair tiredly, he inwardly groaned as bits and pieces from his dream flashed through his mind.

A tall, dark shadow of what he assumed was a man stood over his bed…

Icy blue eyes…

Silky blonde hair…

…and horrifying, mutilated black wings.

Thinking back on his dreams, those were the only things he really remembered. And they terrified him. He didn't like any of this, because he knew the feeling of being watched was related to…whatever it was that he was dreaming. And what was worse was when he awoke this morning.

He had marks on his body. Scratches, bruises in the shape of hands and fingers, he even found a few bite marks. They covered his neck, his arms, waist, back…everywhere. But the one place that had broken him down to tears, was that the bite marks even appeared on his inner thighs. One could guess where the marks lead to.

Ritsuka had cried, he really had. Because it was proof enough that someone had touched him while he slept…or maybe he had been awake. But if he had been, why didn't he remember? He vaguely remembered whimpering in his sleep, as if he had been enjoying it.

He felt violated, disgusted, filthy…horrible. No matter how he looked at it, he had let whatever happened to him, happen. And nobody in his house had noticed? He was sure someone would have heard a stranger break in to their house…right? The small raven haired teen felt anger rush through him. Why hadn't anyone noticed?

While becoming lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice Natsuo's worried gaze directed at him. Natsuo wasn't sure what was going through Ritsuka's head, but he knew it was something bad by the way he would tremble every now and then, or how he was fisting the inside of his pockets. Ritsuka was furious about something. Something really upsetting.

"Ritsuka…are you okay?" Yayoi asked, having noticed the same thing Natsuo had.

Ritsuka glanced over at them before pulling a tired, half smile onto his face. "Just tired. But that will all change when we're sitting back and screaming our asses off during Priest!"

Natsuo watched Ritsuka's attempt at lightening the mood, and decided to play along. "Hellz Yeah! I can't wait to be SO damn scared, that I nearly piss myself! Boo-fucking-YA!"

Yayoi grinned, pushing his glasses up the ride of his nose. "It will be worth it if we have nightmares. That way you know it's messed you up somewhere in the head! I don't want to be able to sleep tonight at all!"

Natsuo felt his smile falter, and noticed Ritsuka's shoulders tense. Nightmares…would he have them tonight? Or will he have another restless night? Would another creepy monster come after him again, like it had last night?

'Or will Youji be there for me?'

The green eyed teen frowned, not exactly sure why he kept thinking back to the angel. Youji had been in his life not even 24 hours, and already he had taken over his mind…and had kissed him.

Okay, so maybe he had kissed Youji, but the older male had promised to let him go if he did! So really, it was Youji's fault.

'You still liked it…maybe even loved it.'

Damn, there goes his conscious again. Deciding to ignore it, he thought back on the kiss. To sum it all in one word, though he hated to admit it, it was…unbelievable. He hadn't expected it to escalate the way it did. He planned on giving the man a peck before continuing on his merry away. But of course, the perverted angel had other plans.

'Are angels allowed to even be perverted?' he wondered, mind flashing back to Youji's leering face as he stood topless in his kitchen. Stupid Youji. Stupid kiss.

Stupid kiss…that was incredibly amazing. His face flushed as he remembered how it felt to have Youji's lips against his, hands wandering, his body aching with want and need. He wont lie. He enjoyed it, and part of him hoped it would happen again. He knew he should have been furious, especially when Youji just about shoved his tongue down his throat. But he couldn't find any anger or regret. He didn't know why, but he was sure that if he would have pulled away, he would of regretted it. As if to humor himself, he wondered what Youji would have done if he had pushed him away. Would he have been angry? Or just shrugged it off.

'Nah, he totally would have been pissed. Probably not as pissed as when I left though…' he thought, grinning as he remembered just what had happened before he left to meet up with his friends.

:Flashback:

"And why in the hell can I not come?" Youji demanded, watching angrily as Natsuo dug through his dresser drawers in search of a shirt. Glancing back at the angry male, the red head could only shake his head before turning back to the drawer.

"Because you'll only distract me from my friends…and possibly try to molest me. Can't afford to look like a retard who's getting off on himself."

Youji smirked, a predatory glint in his eye. He quietly snuck up to Natsuo from behind, and wrapped his arms around the smaller teens waist, smirking at the squawk of protest he received as he pressed his bare chest to Natsuo's bare back. He nuzzled his face into the red head's shoulder blade and murmured against soft, warm skin.

"There are always the bathrooms…" he purred.

Natsuo immediately ripped away from the embrace, tossing the shirt he had been holding at the angel's face. "Why are you so perverted! You're an angel for God's sake!"

Pulling the shirt from his face, the teal haired male gave a shrug, tossing the article of clothing back to it's owner. "I'm a Fallen Angel. It's allowed, I'm sure."

Green eyes narrowed at the answer. "That doesn't mean you can just molest me! I swear, that kiss didn't help."

Youji didn't answer as he watched Natsuo wriggle into the shirt. It made him feel self conscious, having the angel's eyes on him. He smiled as his head popped through the open collar, shirt sliding down his chest as he shook his head, long red locks falling over his now clothed shoulders. Glancing back towards Youji, he grinned.

"Now, you are not allowed to follow and molest me. Today I am hanging with my friends and friends only. If you want, you can stay here and wait for me, or go wherever it is Fallen Angels go." he made his way towards the furious angel.

"But…"

"If you behave, I'll give you another kiss." Natsuo added slyly, reaching out and patting him on the head. He earned a growl in response as he moved away, heading for the door with his house keys and wallet in hand.

"You better keep your word on that!" Youji said, his voice laced with annoyance.

He paused as his hand rested on the doorknob, before glancing back at Youji. "Oh, and don't bother my parents."

With that, the red head skipped out, ignoring the angry cry of protest from the perverted angel.

:End Flashback:

The young teen snickered, wondering exactly how Youji would react when he told him he had been kidding about a second kiss. He figured the angel would be mad, but it's not like he would hurt him…right? Then again…Youji had been severely upset when he refused a second make out session. Nah, he was sure he would be fine.

'So why do I get the feeling of impending doom?'

Having been so caught up in his thoughts, he was startled to realize that he was currently sitting in between his two friends, popcorn and soda in his lap while staring at the giant screen that towered over the occupants of the theater. Jaw slightly dropping, he glanced at Ritsuka from the corner of his eye, seeing a gleam of anticipation in them. Turning to Yayoi, he saw the boy snuggled into his jacket, just in case he needed to hide his face from any parts that were too scary.

Returning his gaze to the screen, he watched as the lights dimmed and upcoming movie trailers lit up the screen.

Icy blue eyes gazed up towards the sky, a smirk twitching at a pair of thin lips. Thin framed glasses sat securely on light, silky blonde hair that wisped around a slim, flawless face as a breeze blew lazily through the air.

"I didn't know you had fallen, Youji." came a silky voice.

Youji glared at the broad back of the man in front of him, giant black wings so mutilated, that even Youji's own trashed wings looked beautiful compared to his. "It was just recent that I had, Soubi."

Turning his head, Soubi peered over his shoulder at the younger angel, smirk widening just the slightest. "I'm sorry to hear that."

He was answered with a sneer. "Bullshit you are."

Soubi quirked an eyebrow, fully turning so that he was facing the smaller of the two. "Why so hostile?" The smirk pulled into a grin, dagger like fangs glinting in the sunlight. "You act as if I am here to eat you or something"

"Why the hell are you here, Soubi?" Youji growled out.

Soubi glanced up at the sky, a claw like finger tapping at his chin in thought. "Hmmm…why am I here?" He chuckled, sliding his gaze back to the fallen angel. "Think, Youji." He chided, tapping his razor sharp nail against Youji's temple, grin still in place. "I'm here to do my job! Why else would I be here?" He then paused, as if contemplating his next words. "How did you know I was here, anyways?"

Youji harshly shoved the man's hand away, stepping back to distance himself. "Because there has been a lot of supernatural activity around here lately." He glared at the blonde Reaper, as if it was his fault.

"Oh? And exactly what is that? Or do I need to ask who?"

"Betobeto-san."

Soubi then scoffed, rolling his eyes, which then reminded Youji of Natsuo's friend, Ritsuka. "That is what you are complaining about? Betobeto-san is harmless. He only follows people during the night."

"He went too far! He tried to attack Natsuo just the other night!"

Icy blue locked onto light lavender. "And who, exactly, is Natsuo?" Soubi leered, jabbing his pointed claw into Youji's shoulder, earning him a hiss. "If I remember correctly, Natsuo was the name of the boy you were entrusted to watch over, no?" Youji's hands clenched into fists, anger radiating from his body, which amused Soubi greatly, as it all clicked into place for him. "Ah…it all makes sense now. The reason you were exiled…"

"Shut up! You know nothing!" Youji snarled loudly, once again pushing the offending hand away. "Now, who's soul are you here to take!"

Soubi's face had become blank and emotionless as he stared down at his fellow enraged angel. Letting out a sigh, Soubi glanced upwards, watching the clouds that passed over them lazily. It wasn't really Youji's business. He had been a Guardian, not a Reaper like him. And now, he wasn't anything but Fallen. So technically, he didn't have to answer. But he did, anyways.

"I am here to collect the soul of Aoyagi Ristuka."

Natsuo: *spits out soda*

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