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he said. ''wait a sec....WHAT!! dammit. i had a bad feeling that there were someone else sended here aswell. i could feel her when we were at your house. this is bad. way bad.''
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"My dad says that people aren't supposed to be up here." The boy said.
"Well, what are you doing up here then?" Jonathan asked amused.
The boy and girl looked at eachother.
"Don't worry, I won't tell." Jonathan said, laughing a little at himself.
"Why are you even up here?" the boy asked.
"I had to rest a little." Jonathan answered.
"Wouldn't it be better to sleep in a bed?"
"It sure would..."
"Why don't you then sleep in a bed."
" . . . I got a long way home, that's why."
"Oh..." the boy said, looking at his feet.
Jonathan sat staring at the childrenn, the silence between them growing by the second.
the girl then stepped forth.
"My mom says that you got to pay rents to stay somewhere. So we'd like you to pay rent." She said, looking for support at the boy, who just woggled a little with his head.
"What if I said I didn't have any money." Jonathan asked.
"Then we want you to give us something else." the girl said.
"What about some sweets?" Jonathan asked, smiling inwardly.
The boy stepped forward, prepared to take the candy offer.
"No." the girl said. "I got lots of candy. I want a story." she said with great confidence.
Jonathan laughed a little.
"Why, you sure know what's something worth.." he said.
The girl lit up in a smile. "Yay! Story!" she exclaimed. The boy on the other hand looked at her, totally confused. Women!
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"Ok. This is the story, of an angel. The angel had been fighting the powers of darkness, and had been gravely hurt.
But a beautiful young came to his rescue, she took him to the other angels.
You see, the demons he'd been fighting had cut off his wings. So he couldn't fly himself.
When the arrived, one of the angels closed the wounds of the angel, but they couldn't give him a new set of wings.
But he could never help the other angels fight again. and he was very sad about that.
He used many hours, wandering about doing nothing, for he'd lost his dearest possesion: his wings.
Then one night, as he lay and looked at the stars, he got an idea. He'd build wings out of stars, and magic.
So he began creating small stars, because angels can do that. and he got the angel woman who'd saved him to make magical thread.
And he worked tirelessly. Both night and day he worked, and at last his wings where done.
But evil was out that day, and when the young angeless should've been home, none came.
Many angels became worried, for she was one of the best healers in all of heaven.
Some went out to search, and they found out, that a demon had killed her."
"No!" the girl exclaimed.
"Yes. She'd been shot with an arrow, and had fallen down from the skies.
And the angel was very sad, for his only real friend was now dead.
But with his new wings, he could again help his fellow angels.
And the day today, he's still seeking out some way avenge the angeless death." Jonathan ended, feeling a part of a heavy burden lift off.
"But it's not good to be mad all the time." the girl said.
"Well, sometimes you really get hurt..." Jonathan tried to explain.
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The girl rose. "Mom's calling, I got to go." she said smiling.
The boy rose to, not as happy for a story as the girl was.
As the boy turned around, Jonathan tapped him on the shoulder.
He looked at Jonathan quizzically.
Jonthan reached into his pocket, conjured a piece of chocolate, and then took it out of his pocket.
"But first after dinnner, right?" Jonthan said, looking accusingly at the boy.
"Right!" he said, grabbing the chocolate. The boys face lightened up.
How little it requires to make humans content.
As the childrenn left, Jonathan laid down on his back again.
"Wow, it is becoming late. Think I have to walk to a hotel..." he muttered, resting. His foot still hurt a little, but he'd survive.
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He could feel Jonathan very weakly, but he could feel the area he was in.
Gabriel flew around over the area for a little while, untill he found Jonathan.
He landed a few meters from him and released his hold of Akemi.
''So we meet again angel boy'' he said.
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"You know. Just because I'm lying still, it doesn't mean I'm not asleep." he said, his tone indifferent.
He looked at the demon. "My toe I guess... Don't even bother. It's been seperated from my body. Not even the best angel healers could set it back on." he said, his voice having a tired twinge.
He sat up, "Why are you even here? You didn't care about the war anyway..." he let it trail off.
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''one, you angels have a really big problem. two, train Kemi if you can. she is gonna need is soon.''
Gabriel sat down and started laughing when he realised that Kemi had been flying with a skirt on.
''well lucky that im not in her shoes right now.'' he thought.
''oh and i think you must be prepared to fight aswell.'' he said to Jonathan, while he laid on his back looking at the stars.
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Glancing in front of him, he blinked dumbly at the figure standing there, matching his height exactly. The person reflected an almost exact image of him, with minor, hardly noticeable physical differences. The replica's skin-tone was a touch tanner, his black hair even darker, and instead of blue, the eyes were a swirling mass of black. Glancing around, Jaden noticed the replica had no shadow--but of course, it was made of shadow, so why would it? It sort of unnerved him, like looking in a creepy mirror at some freak show. The replica was exactly like him, but had a large smirk on his face that made Jaden uncomfortable. He was a replica. He was heartless. He was a shadow of Jaden's own self.
The replica took a step forward and Jaden freaked and took a step back, putting his arms up in defense--the replica disappeared immediately. He sighed in relief, staring at the area where it once was in slight fear. "L-let's work on that some other time,"
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"Well I suppose I do know something about healing... but its really a long time since I was explained about it..." He trailed off, trying to remember.
He looked at Akemi. "You ought to rest, I'll try to figure something out." Jonathan then rose.
"You can go home... I'll come by tommorow?" He said, making ready to let his wings come forth, but then remembered how he'd be seen from miles away, and he stopped.
"Is that allright with you?" He said, crouched and picked up his toe. He stared a little at it while he waited for her to reply.
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he folded his wings out and started flying.
after a while he landed almost in front a giant luxuary hotel and saw a guest walk out. he then shifed into looking like the guest and walked in.
''mr. Reins, you are back early.'' the hotel manager said.
''yeah i decided to go back and get some sleep.'' Gabriel said.
he took the keys and entered the room.
he laid down in the bed and fell asleep.
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He then sat at the roof, for a pair of minutes, reflecting over his life.
He then walked down the staircase, waved in farewell to the childrenn, and then walked down the streets.
All the while, he kept his toe in his pocket.
He reached a nice looking hotal, and rented a room for the night.
He went in, and cast himself on the bed. Inhaled the fragrance of a clean bed, and then went to sleep.
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he unfolded his wings and started flying to Kemi's house.
when he arrived, he landed on the roof and sat down.
''now i just have to wait for her to wake up.'' the thought
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He'd been trying to remember what he knew of healing.
He looked at the clock, and nearly fell out of the bed.
"Whoa! Is the clock allready that much?!" He hurried up, took a bath, and took on his clothes.
He ran to the emergency staircase at the side of the building, and crawled up.
At the top of the building, a slight breeze hit his face.
A glorious day for a flight...
He unfolded his wings, and jumped out from the building.
He flew towards Akemis house, trying to formulate an excuse.
"Damn... the way to hell realy is paved with bad excuses..." he muttered, as none of them was to his liking.
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''morning.'' he said shortly.
he then entered the house, went into the kitchen looking for something to eat.
''that angel sure takes his time'' he thought while taking a apple.
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"I'm sorry I'm late." He said apologizingly.
"Is that an apple?" Jonathan, now remembering that he hadn't eaten breakfast.
His stomach growling sooftly, he licked his lips.
"You shouldn't have anymore of those, should you?" he asked.
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he sat down on a chair and took out a little black book and something to write with.
he then wrote something down and took it back into his coat.
'' well when are you gonna begin ? ''
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