Opposites (BNHA FanFiction

•1• The Beginning

     Angelo POV

     The flowers were so pretty. A sea of vibrant white and red. Roses. I was here often. A clam place to go. I loved it here. Belzebub loved it here just as much.
     This place was so dear to my heart. A place we went as a family. Never again. Not as a family.
     At least I have Belzebub, he was all I had. He was here now. He loved roses. As I did too, he was looking for some to give to me.
     Its been awhile, I hope hes all right. Maybe I should look for him. Last I remember he was heading East.
     I began jogging in the direction of which he should be in. All the possibilities raking my brain.
     "I hope he's ok." I heard sound of boots scoffing the dirt, along with the sound of whimper. I didnt know hunters came here. I headed in the direction of the sounds to see the source.I
Blood.
     All I could see was blood. A body. Who's body? . . . His body. Black.
   

     "ANGELO! WAKE UP! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR THE ENTRANCE EXAM." Belzebub ran and jumped on me tickling my sides to make me get up out of bed.
     " WHHHHYYYY. " I wiggled around trying to get him off my back.
     "Fine! If dont wake you up, you dont have a chance at getting into UA." That hit a nerve.
     I jumped up out of my bed tumbling to the floor landing on Balzebub, making me giggle at the pained face he was making. " G-g-GET UP! " He squeaked out. I stood up just to tumble back to the ground in a laughing fit.
     "SHHHH Be quiet, you're gping to wake the other kids, then we'll never get out of here." That quickly shut me up.
     Belzebub pulled me off the ground, pushing me toward the bathroom to get ready. I slipped into the restroom peeling my clothes of my sweating body. It was the middle of summer and this damned orphanage didnt have an air conditioner.
     I hoped into the shower which quickly ease my stiff muscles, and reminded me of my nightmare. That made me shudder. I dont what I would do without him. They were already gone. Mom and dad. Gone. I remember it like it happened yesterday, not eleven years ago. Pushing that thought from my mind I continued with my shower.
     I pulled on a white tank top and black capris sweats, and made my way downstairs, where Bel was waiting for me. Him and I were the only ones awake in the house at the time. Grabbing the cereal and milk I places them on the table, spinning around to grab some spoons and bowls. We shoveled the food into our faces, and quickly rinsed our dishes.
     We dashed out of the house and up the road to the train station. When entering we saw a surprising amount of people. Crap. Our wings are huge. Folding up our wings we shuffled in, getting stares and snarky remarks from the surrounding people. Looking down we continued down the isle before finding an open spot to stand.
     After twenty-five minutes the voice over the intercom told us that our spot was coming up. We, once again, squeezed our way down the isle to the door, reaching just in time to get off.
     Pulling out my phone I saw that we had seventeen minutes. "Should we stretch our wings for the test?" I asked Bel. With a soft smile he replied , "Seems smart enough."
     We arrived at the school gate, just on time. Landing we got many stares from the surrounding students. " C'mon Angel, lets get to the auditorium." Following the signs we vame to the HUGE door of the auditorium. "Bel, do you think giants go to this school?"" I wouldn't be surprised. " He answered gawking at the door.
      We entered, seeing a living, breathing, talking banana on the stage. We made way to the seat numbers we were giving before entering, which thank god where in the back. Our wings couldn't take anymore stress. Slowly other students began to filter in. When the auditorium was full the banana on stage, who found out to be named The Voice Hero; Present Mic, began to explain the Physical Entrance Exam.

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I wont be updating this book often, because this is my friend, Carina's idea.
We share an account but I'm better at writing so . . . Uh yea.
I have to pass everything through with her, so mostly I'll update on weekends.
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