Kushiel Kami's Story

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"No..! Hopper, you're staying here. Will you just listen to me for once?!"

The boy's words were barked out between clenched teeth, a young woman with curled pigtails staring at him with eyes dripping with tears. She shook her head, taking a step back.

"I never want to see you again!"

And just like that, she ran off. He didn't notice at the time because of his anger, but that one moment would change his life forever.
He moved to the front lines, bravely facing off the daunting opponents. After a long while he was growing tired, losing his focus. That was when he saw Hopper, much to his disapproval. Though she was in danger, and so he threw away any negative feelings as he rushed to her side.

His fatigue had gotten the better of him in the end. He spotted an attack on his beloved a moment too late, causing him to resort to a rather sloppy block. His chest was impaled as he slumped to the floor. His vision became blurry, the visage of a fiercely fighting woman with tears streaming down her face.

Hopper....

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"What a sight to behold! Such a dashing...."

The boy paused, his eyes locked onto a cafe' window as the sun shone his brilliant reflection on it's surface. He tucked the collar of his jacket some.

"Dashing young lad you are!"

He blinked, a bit startled as the door next to him burst open. Turning the other way, the girl who came bursting out began to run down the road with a doughnut in her hand.

"..."

He turned his head from the girl, only recognizing her as the high school girl he occasionally passes by. He can't seem to help but steal glances at her when they pass each other. She didn't seem to notice him, being in her usual hustle and bustle attitude. He gave a small smirk, though it quickly fell as a certain red head came into view. Nana came rushing towards him, grasping onto his arm much to his disdain.

"Ciel!!~ It's been so long, why don't you ever answer my calls?"

She tilted her head in a manner that he supposed was suppose to be cute. He felt a little sick.

"Probably because we're not dating? Maybe it's because clingy little babes like you are just not good enough? Oh, or was me kissing Ana not enough for you?"

His words were blunt, honest, yet cruel. However, Nana didn't seem to be the slightest bit phased, hugging the boy's arm more.

"Always playing so hard to get.~ That's not what you said when you were in my room...~ Hey!"

He had cut her off by shaking free from her grasp, walking away and towards his college. What a way to ruin his mood. He could feel the pouting stare bore into his back as he strode along. He straightened out his crumpled sleeve as he strode along, a small distraction in hopes to lighten his mood at least a little bit.

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He grin a rather wide grin as the other had wiped his tears away as if it was nothing. Most would be embarrassed by the presence of a crying young man, though of course Makito of all people would act so smoothly.

"As I'm sure you heard earlier, I'm Zaphkiel Tenshi. It's my utmost pleasure to see the two of you dancing so enthusiastically."

All signs off his slight emotional outbreak was completely erased as a dopey smile was plastered onto his face. Yes, it hurt that this young man before him had no idea who he was. Kiel was tearing apart on the inside. He is alive, though. Makito was just like he had always been. His descent, his sacrifice, was not in vain. That sole idea kept the angel together, kept the cheer he held in his heart.

"Hm...."

He placed a hand to his chin, looking down at the pair before him. It had seemed to him that the pair were very good friends, so he gave a rather bright smile to the girl. He was overjoyed that the shy boy could make adorable friends.

"You two are really quite adorable. Ms. Kirishima and Mr. Kazekiri, right? I look forward to working with you! Though, if it's alright... The next song is a rather simple waltz."

He held out his hand to the pair, trying not to make it too obvious that he'd prefer to dance with the male. Much to his relief, the cute miss more so than not kind of pushed the boy into his hand. Makito looked back at the girl in protest, soon covering his face as the girl made a smoochy face. Kiel couldn't help but chuckle a little, which made Makito attempt to pull his hand away, though Kiel kept a light grip on it, not letting go.

"It's okay to be a little shy, but being that shy is way too cute. I don't bite, so I promise you'll be okay. Alright?"

Kiel's head bobbed to the side a bit, a gentle smile directed at the younger male. His hands were so warm, though he grew a bit nervous if his own felt gross and sweaty.

As if on cue, the next song played. A more serious and focused look crossed the angel's face as he took stance. He began to lead Makito through the waltz.

(Sorry if I controlled your characters too much, I can change it if need be.)

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Shiel's confident stride had a slight limp to it, red stains on his pant leg. Meal ticket two had found about casual sex number three and the pair, a large man on the college wrestling team and a girl in the high school gymnastics, had ganged up on him right after his final lesson. He had gotten away with little more than a skinned knee and a bruised collar bone. Luckily he didn't need to go to the hospital for a second time this month.

His hair and clothes were a crumpled mess as he had only just managed to escape the pair. This fact irritated him, but he could hardly look his best with a red pant le.....Wait, yes he could. He stopped in front of a store window, looking himself over. Yes, perfect! He fiddle with his hair a bit and rolled up the sleeves of his white button up, loosening his tie. The red on his leg could be passed off as paint, thanks to the kind of fabric it was.

He pulled out his phone, dialing meal ticket number one. Sadly, that's exactly what the contact said with a little portion for the person's nickname so he wouldn't forget. He glanced up at the building, dialing the girl.

"Hello Kitty!~ I'm at this milkshake place and was wondering if you wanted to come over for a date? ....No? Oh, right! Your rehearsal was today, so I see... Next time then!"

He snapped his phone closed with a sigh, walking into the store regardless. Looks like he was treating himself, though it's not like he was poor or anything. He walked up to the counter, faking his limp completely off, making it seem like he was totally fine. Some eyes were drawn to his pant leg but he quickly shrugged them off.

"One Jumbo Peanut Butter Truffle milkshake, pretty please.~"

He gave the woman at the counter a wink, effectively making her blush like a mad woman.

"Mommy likes it tooo."

The high pitched sound of a child drew his attention for a moment, causing him to glance over his shoulder. A sudden clatter resounded after a moment.

Shiel had been startled what he saw, having jumped back a bit and bumping into a waitress. His clothes were soaked in a variety of milkshakes. He stared at his own clothes, his heart pounding madly in his chest. The table right by him held Hopper and Sophia. His heart felt tight, but he had no idea why.

"I-I'm so sorry...!"

The waitress spoke to him, trying to clean his shirt. He was an utter mess now.

An. Utter.

MESS.

"Oh, come on....!"

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People were filing out of the studio one by one, the time was fairly late by the time the angel had closed the door behind the last guest. His hands remained on the door, emerald eyes locked onto them. A storm was welling within him, mixed feelings and thoughts bounced around his mind.

One part of him was absolutely overjoyed, ecstatic one could even say. He wanted to jump around and dance and scream his lungs out. He felt like he was going mad crazy as he recalled each little detail. He felt a light and inspiring tune in his heart, like he was flying through the sky. The smooth feeling of Makito's skin. His soft, light blondish brown hair brushing against his neck or chin. The smell of sweets that wafted about him. He placed a hand over his chest, clutching at his shirt about where his heart was, feeling it pound against his knuckles.

The other part wasn't so pleasant. It was a solemn melody, like the slow and resting part of a dance. It was obvious that Makito did not remember their rhythm, as he was trying hard not to step on Kiel's feet. He did not look at him in remembrance, which was normal since they've technically never met before, it wasn't even all that long ago since Kiel had even come to this world.

The hand that was gripping the doorknob so tightly finally loosened it's grip as Kiel looked around the studio. The image of their dance flash before his eyes. A crowd of people huddled in darkness, the light shining on a pair of men. The dance as graceful as angels dancing to the soft tune of the Heavens. Closing his eyes, as if burning the new memory into his mind, he turned away and opened the door.

He locked the studio behind him, slinging his back comfortably over his shoulder. He made his way out to the sidewalk, walking towards the station and took the last train back. Sitting next to him was a very familiar person, covered in what seemed to be drying milkshakes.

"So, you've had a pretty bad day I'm guessing?"

Whoops, he spoke to the man almost too casually, quietly thankful that what he said could be said by anyone else. Sharp brown eyes narrowed at him like daggers. Kiel held his hands up in a jokingly defensive manner, offering a rather goofy grin in apology. The man he was talking to was the ex-angel Kushiel. He used to call hi Ciel, though he guess that'd be rather inappropriate. He was on a first name basis with him, Kushiel having visited the store he worked at during his lunch break. However, Kiel knew full well that Kushiel now did not like him very much. However, he was under the belief that it was due to him being a little to comfortable around the raven haired male. After all, in Kiel's eyes they've known each other for a long time.

"I'm fine! Honestly, bad things happen to all the really good looking people."

Ah, typical Cie- Er, Kushiel.

He got off the train a stop before the other, offering a good bye but only got a scolding look in return. He walked down the road until something caught his attention. A kitten with fur as pure white as fresh snow, sitting all alone and looking oh so very sad. Kiel's eyes grew wet at the sight, his lip puckering as he approached the poor thing. It didn't take long before he was happily strolling along with the kitten perched on his head.

At the mouth of the apartment complex he now lived in, a person came up to greet him. He was quite tall and muscular, having brown hair and yellow eyes and dressed in quite fashionable clothes. A dud cigarette was hanging from his lips. A little girl was at his side.

"Ah, you're back pretty late Tenshi.

Kiel bowed slightly to the man, the little girl's eyes lighting up at the sight of the kitten. Much to Kiel's surprise, the child snatched up the kitten and eagerly thanked him.

"Little Shiro there had been missing since morning, my daughter wanted me to go look for him, but it seems you found him just fine."

Much to the landlord's surprise, Kiel looked absolutely fascinated. He knelt down to the girl's height, earning a moment of her attention from positively smothering the kitten.

"So his name is Shiro? Would it be alright if I came to play with him once in a while?"

The girl hid behind her father's leg, giving a shy nod. This made Kiel smile brightly, Hakio looking at the two with a bemused smirk.

"Your neighbor just got back a few moments ago, maybe you can catch him and greet him."

Kiel gave a nod, running up the stairs. This wasn't too difficult as he was pretty fit and he didn't live all that high up. Though at the end of it he was positively breathless. The running hadn't gotten to him, more like his thundering heart. Facing the door before him with a grocery bag in tow was Makito. He was slack jawed for a moment, snapping out of it when the other spoke.

"You must be the new tenant at this complex. I'm Makito Kazekiri, your next-door neighbor from now on. I hope you're going to have a nice time staying here and if there's anything I can help in the future, please feel free to ask."

"Nice too meet you once more."

Kiel bowed deeply, speaking with the utmost heart wrenching sincerity. He was so, so glad.

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"...."

So completely, totally, tragically imperfect. The flashing of the camera before him didn't help. The girl with the serene golden hair now thought he was nothing but a joke to mock. Something to show her friends and snicker behind his back. And what a crappy angle she took it from! Who on earth would take a picture from straight ahead with out even the slightest angle to it? The lighting was going to make him look even worse and even add a couple of unwanted pounds.

The child spoke in an honest manner, causing the beautiful woman to sneer at him. He could feel his blood boil, but he was too good to fall to his anger, right? He looked her in the eyes, and for a moment she did the same. Although to him, it was an idea rather than the deep connection it should have been.

He was going to make this woman his, though her purpose was uncertain. She was just a high schooler, so bedding her was out of the question. She didn't seem to be all that rich, so a meal ticket was also out. In the end, he decided to just toy with her. Humiliate her as she did him. He gave her a shy, goofy kind of grin as she turned to leave, his plan in motion.

As the woman walked out, he glared down at the woman still flustering about him.

"Enough already, it's not going to come out. Stop touching me or I'll sue this place for sexual assault."

The woman instantly backed off, her doe eyes wide in fear at the sudden change from the man who had been flirting with her a moment ago. Stuffing his his hands into his somewhat dry pockets, he walked out of the restaurant, his head held up with his nose in the air.

He was eventually on the train back to his area, his wounded leg somewhat propped up in the seat beside him. He leaned back on the arm rest, his held tilted as far back as he could hold it comfortably. He found himself day dreaming about a girl with golden hair, the one he saw in his dreams occasionally. She was playing a beautiful tune on a piano. Her smile was so gentle, her voice like that of an angel. He felt his heart ache and thud at the thoughts of the being whom existed in his dreams. Those dreams never ended well. Her beautiful, soft face would twist to one of hate, screaming words he could no longer hear. He would then fall. He'd fall from what seemed like miles from the sky, his hand outstretched to the clouds...

"So, you've had a pretty bad day I'm guessing?"

Startled, he jerked in his seat and quickly looked around. Sitting before him was a tall and slender man with shaggy brown hair and green eyes. He recognized him, having met the man earlier. A frown creased the sides of his lips as he sat up, folding his arms. He didn't like this man, the look on his face just oozed mockery. He was looked at with such pity that is made his skin crawl.

"I'm fine! Honestly, bad things happen to all the really good looking people."

The man known as 'Kiel' only gave a rather rude smirk, making him glare for a moment before turning his head to the side. Unfortunately, they had the same stop. Kiel hopped off the train first, clearly in the best mood of his life. Shiel stepped out shortly after, obviously suffering on of the worst days ever. He began to limp his way home, tired, icky, hurt, and in good need of a shower.