A Little Too Human (Rewritten)

Chapter 1

(Mitsukai and Oni)

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One escaped hell to prove he still had his humanity, and one was sent from heaven to send him back. Demons do not belong on earth- no matter how human they seem.

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Mitsukai could not believe his luck! He is suppose to be an angel of the lord- not a demon hunter! Why did he have to do this? This isn't his job, and he was never trained for it!

Looking down at the folder in his small hands, the young angel frowns in thought as he flips it open, allowing his eyes to be instantly drawn to the photo papercliped to the stack of papers and reports. It was the demon.

Sliding the picture out the paperclip, he held it in both of his soft hands, the folder of papers now resting on his lap.

"Oni..." Mitsukai spoke softly, reading the name scribbled on the bottom of the old photogragh. It was the first time he'd ever layed eyes on Oni, and was slightly shocked at how human he looked. He didn't have the horns his books always showed demons with, nor any of the other features demons supposedly has.

Oni's features were very rough and hard, with a strong jaw and a slightly square chin and his skin was a slight tan- like one gets from working In the sun all the time. Oddly enough though, his eyes almost looked... gentle. They were an aburn color that were almost glowing red, but they were not as evil as they should have looked. His hair was ink in color- cut to the nape of his neck in the back but slight bangs in the front that hung over his stoic face.

He was almost...good-looking. 

Literaly shaking the thought from his head, the angel quickly moves the picture aside, his fingers lightly touching the papers; scanning/skimming for immportant information. Soon enough, he found the demon's biography.

He supposedly stood well over 6 foot, was broadly built, strong and yet was quick. The blonde didnt stand a chance in hell, but he wasnt going to go down with out some kind of fight. The last thing he needed, or wanted, was to be beaten by a mere demon. A beast sentenced to hell for internal punishment.

Mitsukai contiued to read page by page, as he sat comfortably with his legs brought up onto his chest with the folder in his lap.

His finger trailed along each word, yet it soon enough came to a stop.

"Fire..." He read, his heart almost skipping a beat. Here he was. A Male barley 5'5, jumping in headfirst with no combat traing and with little-to-none research to catch a demon whose three times his size, and apparnetly has a abilty too conjure fire too? Mitsukai himself had no real abilitys, he was practically useless aside from a faint abilty to heal small wounds, but that doesnt help much when you're being pumbled by an angry demon who could, and would, burn you alive in a instant.

Besides, he couldn't even use his abilty to heal on himself. What was the use? He felt like a procrastinating child presenting after the classes smartest kid, which in simple terms, is not a nice feeling. Gently biting his heart shaped lips, he thought over his options; oh wait- he had none.

God's word was law. Not to be questioned, or protested.

Sleep was now out of the question. He knew he would be having nightmares of being burnt alive everytime he tries.

Why did God have to give him this job...

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Oni could tell right away the kid wasn't human. No mortal has a golden glow and a pure ass smell; he fucking innocence was pouring off of the damn kid- and nor is a mortal's hair that golden of a blond, unless it was dyed, and nor natural golden eyes.

Only angels are found with that coloring.

Oh how Oni wanted to corrupt the kid, but he had to hold back. Holding in his urges is the only thing not drawing to much heavenly attention to himself. Even if the angel has a really great ass.

Getting side tracked by a certain angel's ass, his mind wondered into darker territories. He needs to find his brother- the only one still mortal (and most likely really fucking old), still alive. He needs to apologize, and hope it will help keep him from going back to hell...

Coming out of his thoughts just in time to see the angel get flustered over people gawking at his golden qualities,  he smirks in amusement. He will deffeny have fun with this angel in his spare time. But first he needs to find a way to blend his self in. Beung slightly darker than mortals, you can stand out just as easilly as a bright ass angel.

Having died young probably doesn't help either.