Curse named human

Curse named human - Part 38 / 40

Songto this Chapter: 15 - Staining you (Sakito and Ni~ya theme)

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Part 38

The Last Chapter

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Hakuei and Toshiya

~ Afterlife ~

Ni~ya was on his way through the city.

A full century had passed since he'd left heaven and joined hell. He remembered the incident on earth which triggered the radical change in his immortal life.... how he'd lost his angelic wings, how the Demon Miyavi had literally pulled them out... it was agony back then and the horrible memory of the feeling back then rushed through his immortal body.

It was also during these days that he was training to become Sakito's Guardian Angel... but he also failed at that. Without wings and special powers how could he possibly be a Guardian Angel? Ni~ya never saw how it could have possibly worked out.

In his mind, he was always troubled. From past events and people/Angels in his life, Christ, he was so obsessed with Hakuei these days and although he was too young to realize it back then, today he knew that it was a helpless admiration for someone who had so much to offer and he had nothing. That's what it was, an obsession, not Love. Never mistake obsession with Love. Eventually, time passed and his feelings changed too. Today he was rather unaffected by most of things. Made life easier in most ways. It also made his life in hell a lot easier, his work relationship with Uruha and the others for example.

Nevertheless, after all beings had lost all hope, Sugizo had finally found Hakuei's soul reborn. It was only a question of time then until Toshiya was reborn as well.

And now, almost a full century later.... He lived somehow, overcame most of the spectacles and his mission on earth was the following: To find souls with high negative energy for hell and for his personal interest: To be entertained. He was bored back in hell and with so many souls reborn in this time and place, he didn't want to miss the show. Sakito was an exception and not planned but interesting too.

On his way to search for the fallen souls, he felt it before he saw it... a bright light in the distance. Too subtle for humans to notice but he did. Well, he was an exception since he used to be an Angel once.... and he recognized the energy although a lot of time had passed since then. He would always recognized it.

That's how he first met Sakito again after this century. And God knew the boy had developed a lot. Sakito's creative and loving light was so bright, Ni~ya wondered whether he was always that pure or he just too inexperienced back then... More the latter. So he sat down next to him, listened to his human bullshit which was triggered in Sakito's life by that dawdler Aoi. Ni~ya rolled his eyes by the mere thought of it. Not that he cared but he wondered what had happened to that Ryutaro-kid, he used to be so close to Aoi back then... anyway.

Ni~ya stopped moving through the crowded street of this town when a gush of energy went through the atmosphere... and this was not a good one. He stopped in his tracks and looked around.

That was when Sakito's face appeared in his mind. And this had never happened before.

Ni~ya entered an empty side street and leaned against it. While he held his head, he became temporarily visible. Could it be? It was impossible! Their bond was severed over a century ago! Or maybe it was because he met him the other day, nevertheless... Ni~ya felt like being pulled into a certain direction. He became invisible again and followed the urge. Unfolding his demonic wings, the wind carried him into an unknown direction. A calm, little suburb inside town, in between this modern houses with single apartment, he landed on a certain roof top. He concentrated where the energy was coming from and dematerialize where the energy was calling from. When Ni~ya opened his eyes, the place was full of Sakito's energy. This was his home. Modern, clean and neat. Ni~ya just turned around a corner to stand in the living room where the moon was shining through a large glass wall of a beautiful little veranda... that was when he stopped in his tracks.