Makoto sat on the balcony railing, looking up at the stars. He couldn't sleep. He sighed, flipping his hair out of his eyes. He looked down at the ground below, kicking his feet back and forth. He was tired but he couldn't stop thinking. His thoughts needed to not, be so.... Deep? He huffed, leaning back. As he leaned back, he saw Katsumi.
He jumped, nearly falling off the railing. "Yeesh, Katsu, you scared me! Don't sneak up on me like that!" He whined. Katsumi chuckled. "I'm sorry I scared you. Forgive me?" He asked. "Yeah, of course!" Makoto responded. "Can't sleep?" Katsumi asked, walking over to lean next to Makoto. "No.. I can't, you?" "Nah." Makoto nodded, sighing. "Sit with me?" He asked. "Sure." Katsumi hopped up to sit next to him, looking up at the stars.
There was a comfortable silence between them. "Hey, Katsumi?" Makoto broke the silence. "Yeah?" Makoto paused. "Where are you from?" He asked. "You know where angels come from, Makoto." Katsumi said, looking curiously over at Makoto. "That's not what I meant! I meant before you were an angel, I mean, if there is a before." Katsumi sighed, looking at the stars again. After a long pause, he answered. "It's been so long now, I've forgotten the name, but I'm from this small village in the middle of a forest. Can't recall exactly where, or if it still exists." He shrugged. Makoto looked at him. "Can I ask you some more questions?" He asked. "Hm.. I don't see why not." Katsumi responded. "If you don't wanna tell me, just let me know, okay?" Makoto added. "Alright, Shoot." Katsumi said.
Makoto smiled. "How long ago was it?" He asked. Katsumi paused, leaning back, furrowing his brows in thought. "What year is it?" He asked. "2017." Makoto said. "Fifteen.. It's Sixteen now.. about one thousand years ago.. Give or take a few hundred years." Makoto's eyes widened. "Damn, That's a long time!" "Ha, it's even longer when you live that long." Katsumi said. "Okay next question, How'd you end up, y'know an angel?" Makoto asked. "Well, that's a long story and I don't remember most of it, so bear with me? I was sixteen, I think.. I had gone for a walk. Trying to get away from my problems because I was tired of it. I happened to walk straight into a rival's terrortory, which was good for me because if they A: Killed me, I wouldn't have to put up with the human race, no offense." Katsumi paused to see if Makoto would say anything. He didn't, So Katsumi continued. "Or they B: Took me under their metaphorical wings, I wouldn't have to put up with the problems at home. They ended up taking me under their wing, and teaching me all I needed to know about life, and God, Y'know the drill. Anyway, I ran into a demon at one point, who had a bone to pick with the person who raised me from the point I walked in. I got rid of the demon, of course, the man who took me in gave me this." Katsumi paused, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small bracelet with a cross on it, when the cross made contact with his skin, he cringed, closing one eye. "I was murdered soon after, and the angel that came to take my soul to where it needed to go, took note of my loyalty, and the rest is history." He finished, turning to look at Makoto.
"Wow.. Okay, so if the cross on the bracelet hurts when you touch it, why did you keep it?" He asked, tilting his head. "Because Sebastian was the first person to give a shit about my well being. That's the one thing I don't want to forget from my human life." Katsumi answered. "That makes sense. So uhm, I've been trying to avoid this question but... How did you fall? Remember, if you don't want to answer you don't have to." There was a long pause from the fallen angel. "I don't think I can answer this, Makoto. Sorry.." Katsumi said. "No! Don't be sorry! I can see how it'd be an uncomfortable topic to talk about! I should be sorry! I shouldn't have asked." Makoto said. "Hey, enough of that, you were curious. I enjoyed answering you're questions, I just can't answer that one." Katsumi quickly said, with a smile. "Do you have any more?" He asked. "Just one, may I, touch one of your wings?" Makoto asked. "Of course." Katsumi chuckled, sliding off his jacket, and laying it over the railing. He stretched out his left wing. "Go ahead." Makoto blinked, then smiled, reaching out to stroke the black feathers. "Wow.. Their so soft..." Makoto mumbled. "They feel like a birds..." Katsumi laughed softly. "Oh! Speaking of your wings! How is the wounded one feeling?" He asked, looking up at Katsumi. "Hm? Oh, Makoto you're touching the injured one." He said. Makoto blinked up at him. "In other words, it's feeling great." Katsumi smiled. "If it still hurt, I wouldn't be letting you touch it." He said. Makoto giggled. "You're like an injured animal, won't let anyone touch a wound until it heals." He said, with a smile. "Did you just compare me to a small animal?" Katsumi asked. "Yes, I did."
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Dance With A Devil
Fantasy"Is That fallen angel really as dangerous as they say, I mean, he was an angel once, right?" "I'm not as Dangerous as they say I am." "... Should I trust you?" "Would I lie to you?"
