/December, 2011, a Friday
Egbert Residence/
It was December, and snow blanketed the little town where John Egbert lived. It had started the night before, a gentle sprinkling of silver that stuck instead of melting. The snow had gotten heavier throughout the day, and so school had been cancelled. As the day drifted on, the fluffy flakes gathered around everything, making the world sparkle like in a Hallmark movie. Snow congregated on roofs and cars, and buried the streets.
Most people, at a time like this, would be outside, playing in their newly discovered winter wonderland.
Not John.
Jonathan Egbert sat in his living room, curled up in his pajamas and a blanket, watching movies. He got cold easily; winter wasn't his season.
His dad was gone on a business trip, and because of the snow he wouldn't be coming back for another day or so. But, being fifteen, John could be pretty independent when he wanted to be.
So anyways, there he sat, watching the glorious Nicholas Cage while drinking hot chocolate.
That was, until he heard the thump.
It was a loud, startling thump, as of a heavy something hitting the roof.
John figured it was just a pile of snow fallen from its perch on a tree limb, but after only a couple moments he couldn't bear the curiosity.
He paused his movie, Nic's stunning face frozen in a close-up.
He rose out of his cave of blankets, donning a jacket before stepping a ways out the door.
He was surprised at the cold blast to his legs, before he remembered that he was only in his boxers.
He turned toward where the sound had come from, not seeing anything.
Then, a mound of snow and grey-black rolled from the roof, clumsily falling with a curse and hitting the ground with a reckless crash.
John yelped and jumped back, wishing he had more protection than just a jacket.
The fallen object moved, shifted under its pile of snow.
"H-hello...?" John stammered, as he took a hesitant step towards it.
At first, he was greeted with silence. Then, the top of a head poked through the white, the only things visible were pale, blonde-grey messy locks and piercing garnet eyes.
Instead of a frightening voice to match the eyes, the muffled voice that came from the snow was slightly raspy and awkward, as if embarrassed he had fallen.
"Um, is there a John here? A John Egbert?"
John, still quite startled and frightened by those dark red eyes, could only murmur, "Y..yes..."
The figure's brows furrowed slightly, getting over his earlier embarrassment and taking on a ruder tone.
"Where is he? It's important that I see him."
John was dumbstruck. This...person? had come crashing onto his roof and with no explanation wanted to know where he was.
He narrowed his eyes, backing up a little.
"First.. tell me who you are. How did you get onto my roof? ...What do you want with John?"
The creature growled.
"What does it matter? I need to see John. It's important!"
John wasn't going to be swayed.
"Who are you?!"
The snow-covered mound sighed.
"If I tell you, will you get John for me?"
He didn't wait for a reply.
"My name is Karkat Vantas. ...I'm an Anima... I've come for John,"
The urgency in his voice rose.
"Where is he?"
John, still cautious, kept his eyes narrow.
"What does 'Anima' mean? I still don't know how you got onto my roof!"
Karkat made another angry sound.
"Of course you don't know what Anima means! But John probably would, can you just fucking get him for me already?!"
John flinched a bit at the expletive; this guy must really be in a hurry...
"Umm... I am... John... But I don't know what 'Anima' means, and I definitely don't know who you are or how you got here!"
Karkat's eyes grew wide.
"You're John? John Egbert?"
John was starting to get to end of his rope with this guy. What the hell did he want?
"Yes, that's my name! What do you want with me?"
Karkat rose up out of the snow, shaking it off, and John thought he saw long, soft-looking hair spilling on top of his shoulders.
Karkat walked close, catching John off guard. He spun around John, staring intently at the boy, looking over every detail.
While being inspected, John gathered information on Karkat.
The boy was short, five feet tall. That was only six inches shorter than John himself, but it was enough that John had to look down to him. Judging by his face, though, he was sixteen, perhaps seventeen. He wore a long black trench coat that went down near to his ankles, and since it was buttoned up, nothing else clothing-wise was visible except for his heavy-looking combat boots.
As the stranger walked in puzzled circles around him, John whirled in place at the same time.
Karkat's face was bewildered, and John could only figure his own looked the same.
Karkat's face was small, almost a little chubby, and his skin was a light olive. His eyes were the same dark garnet that had peeked from the snow.. hard, mean, but.. kind, at the same time. And his hair was a pale blonde-grey, messy and short.
But in the back it was longer, discolored, and... softer, almost like...
And then it hit him.
I wasn't Karkat's hair.
Peeking up from the neck of his trench coat were
light. grey. feathers.
And at the same time, something seemed to click in Karkat's mind.
He spun John to face him, grabbing his shoulders roughly, speaking loudly and urgently.
"John! Where the everloving fuck are your wings?!"
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Fanfiction[Angels Who Fall - A Homestuck AU] Karkat is an Anima -a birdlike person- who was sent to find a 'lost angel' who had been born on Earth, of which there are very few. But when he finds his target -one John Egbert- he realizes a mistake had been made...
