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Chapter Five
1st POV (Ikuto)
"Ikuto, the name's Ikuto." I told my two hosts. One of them was an old man. Must be the Saint. The other was a cute Angel about my age or maybe younger. She had pink hair with little bows and huge golden orbs. She was wearing a light pink dress with long sleeves, with ruffles and little ribbons on them. The dress was long and had a bow stitched on the waist (Amulet Angel's outfit).
"I am Saint Peter, as you already know." The Saint replied, but the pink-haired Angel looked angry. "This is Amulet, a Search Angel." I decided to have a little fun with her.
"Amu, huh? What's with the pink hair? Do Angels usually have pink hair?" I asked disdainfully. Amu bristled.
"Don't call me Amu! Only my friends can call me that!" She seemed really angry, and I wondered why. A comment about her hair shouldn't have made her thatangry. Kukai stepped forward and touched her arm, trying to calm her down. She looked at him and quieted.
Saint Peter pretended to ignore Amu's little tantrum. "Amulet will be your assisting Angel. Whatever you need to know, she'll tell. Also, Amulet, you're excused from you duties until our guest leaves. I will tell Brenda myself, so you don't have to." He said looking at her. "Now, you can show Ikuto to his room. It should be near yours."
Kukai said quickly, "I'll go with them." The old Saint nodded vaguely, and shuffled away to his booth. Kukai followed us closely. The Gates released slightly, paused—as if they were unsure, and then opened ajar. Light flashed off of the palaces, almost blinding me. Souls surrounded the inside of the Gates, almost like a zoo. I saw humans and Angels dressed in clothes varying from the Stone Age to the modern world of the Earth.
"Word must have leaked that you were coming." Amu murmured to me.
"Is that he? The Devil?" a misinformed girl about the age of 14 squealed. I sighed.
"No, my dear. I'm merely a henchman of the Devil, though I haven't in all my life seen such a gorgeous lady like you." I took her chin in my hands and held her face inches from mine. The girl blushed deeply and stammered an incoherent reply. I smirked, a lopsided grin, and walked away.
Amu was scrutinizing me. She opened her mouth, but didn't say anything, only leading me towards one of the palaces. It was a deep blue and it had a floating sign in front of it. Sapphire Winds. I shook my head. Figures.
The doors opened at Amu's light touch and she walked in. Kukai and I followed suit. She stopped and closed her eyes, concentrating. Everything around us blurred, making me a little dizzy and then it stopped. A dark blue door was open slightly. Amu pushed it and went inside.
The room was shades blue, varying from dark navy to light sapphire. There weren't many things in the room. A canopy bed with blue sheets occupied a corner of the room. Some tables and couches littered the area around it. A balcony window was situated so that a beautiful view of Heaven could be seen. All in all, it looked like a snug, welcoming room. Bleh.
"I hate it." I told them, bluntly. Amu's eyes went wide. She inhaled and raised her head to look me straight in the eye.
"Listen here, you abnormal demon! I know all about your little plan! You're not here to "learn about our society" as your leader so "pleasantly" puts it! I'm sure that you're plotting something against us, and I'm going to find out what exactly it is!" She hissed, like a snake. "Your little kitty charms don't work on me; I see right through you! Saint Peter might have put me as your assisting Angel, but you're not going to get one little secret out of anyone in Heaven. Not if I can help it!"
With those words, Amu glided outside with Kukai on her tail. I ran my fingers through my hair. Kitty charms?
3rd POV (Saint Peter)
"Alexandra Sophie Brooks, age 19, died from skin cancer." Saint Peter touched a girl's forehead and relayed the information. The girl nodded, and Saint Peter waived her into Heaven. An old man who looked like he was about 80 stepped up to him.
"Oliver Robert Sanders, age 82, died when your son pushed you down the stairs." Oliver growled.
"I'll give him a piece of my mind when he comes up here." He said vehemently. The Saint's eyebrows twitched, but he said nothing more. Oliver walked into Heaven confidently.
"Saint Peter…" a whisper that could have been mistaken for a breeze was heard by only one person. The Saint looked at the people in line behind his booth.
"Please wait." He said politely. Then he walked to where the whisper had come from. He saw a girl about the age of 20. In reality, she was older than Oliver from before. "Yes, Rima?"
The girl flipped her golden tresses behind her shoulders and focused her hazel eyes on the Saint. "Recently, I have had a vision that was of no consequence until the demon came." Saint Peter's brow furrowed. Rima was a visionary with an extraordinary gift that she brought from Earth.
"What is it?" He asked the girl. Rima sighed and closed her eyes tiredly.
"It is a very bewildering vision, for it came to me in a riddle, a poem, just a little trifle!" Rima massaged her temples with her index and middle finger.
"Relay it to me, please." Saint Peter requested. She nodded and recited:
"Beware the eyes,
Of scarlet twilight.
Beware the soul,
Of pure gold.
Beware the traitor,
Who creeps with the night.
For the end could terminate us all.
Family meetings, indistinct grieving,
Must be avoided, save for once.
The power to destroy all three,
Rests in the hands of an unstable soul.
Love will conquer, or will hate?
This comes down to the final straw,
It affects the heart, so raw."
(Poem by luvbrrs)
1st POV (Ikuto)
I growled as the light shone in my room. It illuminated almost everything, annoying me in process. Used to the dark colors of Hell, I was trying to see if the light could be blocked by anything. So far, nothing worked. Finally, knowing that Amu wouldn't give me any, I decided to go to Saint Peter to ask for curtains of some kind.
I stepped out of my room to find a blurry hallway. I closed my eyes to stop the dizziness. When I opened them again, a door was situated in front of me. I pushed it and walked outside where a blue and white Heaven greeted me.
Some girls were cluttered around the building and their eyes lit up when they saw me. I frowned. Great, more trouble. I tried to be charming and hurry towards the Gates at the same time, but I might as well be trying the impossible.
After some persuasion, the girls leave me in front of the Gates. I ran my fingers through my hair and faced the Gates. How do I get outside? I asked myself. I put one hand on them and pushed, but it obviously didn't work. My shoulders slumped and I tapped my foot against a solid cloud. I could climb it, I thought as I looked up.
With a shrug, I found a foothold and leaped up gracefully about 20 feet in the air. Then, I clung to an exquisite design in the Gate. Again, I leaped up, this time reaching the top. I stopped and found Saint Peter talking to a girl with blonde locks. I jumped down the 40 feet and landed silently.
Making absolutely no noise, I walked over to the Saint and the girl. I heard they were talking about something and stopped to listen.
""Recently, I have had a vision that was of no consequence until the demon came." The girl told Saint Peter. My ears perked up. Why are they talking about me?
"What is it?" asked the Saint.
"It is a very bewildering vision, for it came to me in a riddle, a poem, just a little trifle!" The girl rubbed her temple, and her eyes were closed.
The Saint requested. "Relay it to me, please."
The blonde nodded her head tiredly and narrated:
"Beware the eyes,
Of scarlet twilight.
Beware the soul,
Of pure gold.
Beware the traitor,
Who creeps with the night.
For the end could terminate us all.
Family meetings, indistinct grieving,
Must be avoided, save for once.
The power to destroy all three,
Rests in the hands of an unstable soul.
Love will conquer, or will hate?
This comes down to the final straw,
It affects the heart, so raw."
I blinked and tried to keep my surprise to myself. This girl was a visionary. I had only heard about those. But what does this vision mean? The first stanza is probably easy enough. "The eyes of red twilight" must mean my master, and the traitor is obviously me, but who is the soul of pure gold?
Family meetings? What the hell does that have to do with my masters' plan? Unstable soul…love? Hate? I quickly left the Saint and the seer. Jumping off of the Gate and inside Heaven, I had only one thought in my head, and it wasn't about the curtains.
***End Chapter Five***
luvbrrs: Wow, that prophecy was hard! I had to stay up all night thinking of it!
Ikuto: Please! It was a simple poem!
luvbrrs: oh yea? Well you try and write a prophecy then!
Ikuto: fine, you got yourself a deal!
Amu: *smirks* Ikuto's the least poetic person I know.
luvbrrs: oh, and minna, please tell me your interpretations of the prophecy! I wanna know if its *mysterious*!! R&R!!