Chapter 7
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Kunimitsu turned to leave then he realized he forgot what he came here for. He turned back to address Talom, "Raziel wants you to take a look at his summer collection and see which photographs can be catalogued and published in the Oreicas Article. Here it is." He passed the 15 centimetre thick photo album to Talom. Talom started to sweat profusely. He had been through these 3 times, previous two winter collections and one angel collection. He has no better word to name this experiences but 'torture', for it was difficult when the Seraphim gave that smile that brought chills even on the hottest, warmest days. He didn't want to go through it again.
"Your Lordship, won't it be better to do an official publication of Raziel's photographs, separately?"
After discussing a while, Kunimitsu was about to leave when he realized Ryoma had fallen asleep on the cushioned coach near Talom's office. He was curled up like a little kitten; his long eyelashes could be seen against the candlelight when Kunimitsu approached the small boy. Kunimitsu smiled and petted the small boy's black hair. He realized the hair had a little green tinge on it and looking downwards, he found something twinkling on his ankle- an anklet with Death's symbol. Kunimitsu looked at Ryoma; there was a soft gaze about that look, for this little treasure had already been found. Kunimitsu lifted the little boy up, bridal style and swept out of the library with a powerful push of his brown wings.
From his door, Talom had seen that look about Zoah's eyes and witnessed the whole scene. He sighed, somehow he had a feeling that a love stronger than Anakkom and Oreicas will arise. He turned back to his table and lifted his looking glass, he got an album of photographs to publish.
-Kunimitsu had his mind of the war matters; the little angel weighed close to nothing (to Kunimitsu). When Ryoma decided that position was not comfortable enough, he wriggled a little and snuggled closer to Kunimitsu. The little boy smelled a soft fragrance of pine and went back to sleep. Kunimitsu looked down at the small angel and smiled, Ryoma has a helpless (and cute) side to him too.
Ryoma woke up, properly this time, on a large bed. Angel beds have been made with long length, so that it could contain the full length of the angel's wings when they spread it out wide. Though the average size of their beds were long but this bed definitely is larger than any of those he has ever seen! It had black silk sheets on and he was covered in black silk blanket. Though thin, amazingly it was warm.
"Hello little kitten, you are finally awake! You can really sleep!"
Ryoma whipped his head up in the direction of the soft voice. His golden eyes came into contact with smiling, sapphire blue ones. The angel was stroking Karupin, who was asleep on the angel's lap, that little traitor.
"Your little cat came meowing and pawing at the Kuni's front door and wouldn't leave. The guards were amazed that it actually slipped their attention during their guard duty. Kuni was busy so he didn't hear your cat; I had to bring him in myself."
"Oh."
The blue-eyed angel stood up, placing the white cat on the seat and prowled slowly towards Ryoma, "I'm Raziel, you can call me Syusuke, or even better you can call me Syu, Ryoma!"
"You know me?"
"Oh I know your pictures! I've been around for a while now… The last picture I took… How you liked the sunset falling on your silver wings?"
"You took that picture?"
A 'click' sound could be heard. Syusuke had taken out his camera to capture a shocked look on the tiny angel's face.
"There, one more for my private collection!" Syusuke gleefully smiled at Ryoma. Ryoma felt a certain chilling feeling down the back of his spine. Private collection, he hoped it will remain private only to this weird angel.
"Now why don't you get dressed, Ryo, Kuni's waiting. You are leaving way too much for imagination yet showing way too little skin under that thin blanket!" Syusuke winked at Ryoma before skipping out of the room.
Ryoma looked down at himself. The silk blanket hugged every single curve of his body and he wasn't wearing his robes. Most angels don't wear his robes when they go to sleep at night; it wasn't a part of them and they liked to feel a little more free when they sleep though Ryoma could sleep with or without robes. But this! He's sleeping in a stranger's house, and in a stranger's bed! And who took his robes off?! This is getting a little complicated for him.
Ryoma trudged down the spiralling stairway that was right outside the door of the room, dressed in his white robes. The sun had started to set; he slept the whole afternoon away. Upon reaching the ground level, realized that the house was huge in a tall fashion way, high enough for flying leagues and wide enough for wings! Ryoma was used to seeing a one-room apartment since that was what angels were housed in, in the Haven.
"Ryo, this way!" Syusuke's sharp ears had picked up on Ryoma's padding footsteps.
Ryoma walked into one of the main rooms that contained maps of interconnecting, interweaving yet separated earths and maps of the territory of the angels. There was a large wooden desk in the middle of room and Syusuke was perched on top of it, his wings spread out. When he lowered them, he spied a certain embarrassed Right Hand who started to tie his shoulder length brown hair up into a short ponytail. He coughed before signalling Ryoma to come closer.
Angels were not particularly concerned with 'different sex' or 'same sex' partners. They were just angels. Moreover, there were rumours of the Seraphs being a little more than just friends in the community.
Syusuke flew over to meet Ryoma halfway round the room and draped his arms around Ryoma's shoulder and gave him a peck on the cheeks.
"This is Zoah, but we call him Kunimitsu."
"I can't use the personal names, you guys are Seraphim…" Muttered Ryoma. Why wouldn't this Seraph just leave him alone?
"But we like you."