Hello, Hello, Hello, I'm back! My newest induction Grey Area…all I can say is just read it…

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Angels and Demons, Good and Evil, Light and Dark, Black and White. No grey area, either it is or it isn't, no in between, no almost, no sort of. Nero didn't like it one bit. Didn't believe a word of it, how could he, the arm he'd been created with is a sure sign. He sighed to himself glancing around the class room. Gabriel, the instructor stood at the front of the class, white wings folded neatly behind flowing robes of ivory and chocolate brown. And poor Nero, why, he is here to get his wings. Everything had become so mundane for the white haired teen, he could no longer stand the sight of everyone so goddamned (oops) happy. I mean this is Heaven after all, everyone is SOPPOSED to be happy, then why is Nero so miserable? He was bored, plain and simple.

As Gabriel droned on about this or that, mostly about all the good God had done after banishing that bothersome Satan. Nero had heard it all, he is sick of hearing it, but he had to complete these courses in order to go to earth. Once there his soul purpose is to help mankind but that doesn't mean he can't have a little fun along the way right? Well he had to get through this first.

"Mr. Angelo, are you with us today?"

The instructors voice brought Nero back to his reality, he rolled his ice blue eyes but nodded none the less.

"Care to repeat the last thing I said."

Nero sighed, it was the same damned thing they'd discussed yesterday, "Yeah, God says it's wrong for man to lay with man."

Gabriel gave a curt nod, "very good, now please pay attention, if you are to go to earth and lead these humans along the right path then you have to know what to watch out for."

Nero nodded for about the billionth time during the class. He didn't know how much of the crap he actually believed for obvious reasons. But love? Love is love right? Why should it matter gender, race, age, or anything else. He didn't think it was right that humans should be condemned for loving someone just because society and God don't deem it appropriate. Of course he keeps these opinions to himself, it's blasphemy to think anything different in God's eyes.

Class had been dismissed for the day, the teen rubbed his normal hand across his eyes. The other covered by a long white glove hidden discreetly inside the long sleeves of the white robe he wore, what he wouldn't give for a pair of the pants the humans wear.

Nero couldn't remember if he ever had a life outside of Heaven, he'd been here for as long as he could remember surrounded by bright white and other entities, one being an overbearing brunette and her stickler brother. She was part of the choir and he was a guardian angel. Oh, look, there she is now. The bubbly brunette bounced towards the boy, waving enthusiastically, when close enough she wove her arm through his,

"How was class Nero?" she beamed a bright smile.

"Same as it was yesterday and the day before that and the day before that." He knew which direction this conversation was headed in, the same place it always does. Sympathy passed through her doe eyes,

"I don't understand why you don't just be a GA like Credo, he could pull a couple strings and get you started right away." Yes, here we go AGAIN!

Nero shrugged the girl off, "I don't want to be a guardian Kyrie, I don't just want to watch over, save them at a moments notice or some such crap. I want to interact with them, I want to get out of here!" He waved his arms slightly dropping them back to his side in defeat,

"There's gotta be more for me out there than just this, don't you understand?"

She shook her head with sad eyes, "Sometimes I just don't get you Nero, everyone is so happy here, how can you not be happy here."

Nero pouted, his bottom lip protruding slightly, "Because I don't think I was meant to be here, at least when I get my wings I can come and go as I please." he absentmindedly rubbed his deformed arm, he'd kept it hidden for so long, he longed for acceptance. Anyone, including the girl before him cringed when they saw it so he opt to keep it covered. He closed his eyes shaking his head; he really didn't want to be having this conversation. Nero walked past Kyrie ignoring her call. Thank God Credo wasn't around, he maybe a GA but he wasn't a very good one. In the past six months he'd lost six people, that's gotta say something about his handy work.

Nero walked the well worn path to a secluded crystal gazebo completely surrounded by white and pink sakura blossoms, they always seemed to be in full bloom here. He sat on the clear bench, a soft breeze blew sending flower petals astrewn; the simple act brought a rare smile to his face. He stripped the glove from his arm setting it down beside him. The arm glowed blue at being freed, he flexed the fingers feeling the strength that flowed through the limb. Nero relaxed into his seat and pulled out an opened box of pockys from inside his robe, he popped one of the chocolate coved treats into his mouth twirling the end of the stick lightly coating his tongue with smooth sweetness, he grinned around the stick feeling a moment of pure bliss.

"Do you have another one of those?"

Nero jumped, eyes flying open at the sound of his superiors voice. Gabriel materialized before him taking the seat across from him, smiling,

"I thought I'd find you here." He swiped a strand of brown hair behind his ear and fixed his green eyes on his student, sighing,

"Nero, you are my best student, but you lack focus…you have the drive and the determination to do this, there is nothing more I'd love to see than for you to earn your wings, perhaps that would bring the light into your eyes."

Nero stared at him before casting his eyes down, he could never lock eyes with any of them for to long. There was to much in their eyes, like their souls ran too deep, the colors swirled and boiled running ramped with memories of ancient wars and dreams. Gabriel leaned forward threading his fingers through those of Nero's bringer and with his other hand swiped the hair from the boy's covered eyes. He meet the angels eyes for a moment, Gabriel placed a chaste kiss on his pale cheek.

"We had a conference today."

"We?"

"Yes, Michael, Raphael, and myself along with God. The subject of our conference was you."

Nero was slightly taken back, to be the subject of such profound entities is either really bad or really, really good, "And we have come to a decision concerning your future, even though you have yet to complete your required courses we believe it would be beneficiary for you to leave us and go to earth."

Nero just stared at him, his breathing all but stopped, Gabriel smiled wide,

"Really?!"

The Archangel nodded holding out a manila folder,

"What's this?"

"Your first mission."

Nero open the folder, a few papers and a picture paper clipped on top. The man had the same hair and icy eyes as he.

"Dante Sparda."

First chapter, I got a feeling this is going to be interesting so stick around. *hugs and kisses*