MY GUARDIAN ANGEL (a KaiSoo novella)

CHAPTER 2 (D.O.)

Four Guardians stand in a room, wearing dark clothes. Their golden eyes fix on a dark haired boy, the fifth Guardian, lying motionless on a bed between them. The moon cast a soft glow through the glass walls, enough for them to see even with the lights off.

"He's barely 20," the Guardian, whose eyes are framed with eyeliner, whispers.

"Brother, you always get too emotional," the redhead Guardian says softly, putting an arm around the first one.

"We'll meet him again soon," says the third one, standing on the other side of the bed. The fourth one nods, his jet black hair falling to his eyes.

A few moments pass before the redhead moves, his right hand hovering a few inches above the boy. The others follow. They all close their eyes and whisper in Greek an incantation. Their hands glow, brighter and brighter, each second that passes. The boy disappears in a series of blinding lights.

"See you soon, Kyungsoo," the redhead whispers.

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"That's the problem. I don't know who I am," I whisper, glancing back at the boy in front of me. He runs a hand through his silver hair, frustrated.

"Is this some kind of joke? What's the punch line?" He raises an eyebrow at me, crossing his arms in front of him.

"I am not lying," I say slowly, indignant, my ethereal body shimmers in response.

I found myself in a dark alley with no memories of who I am, who I was. I am dead. That I knew. I needed help. I was drawn to this boy.

"I see," he says, looking at me strangely.

"Took me a while to get here you know," I tell him, filling in the silence, remembering the countless times I got lost.

He frowns at something. "You used the front door."

It isn't a question. But I answer anyway. "Yes. I forgot to ask for the passkey. I had little trouble, but I managed."

"You can't slip through the door? Through the wall?" he asks, still frowning.

I don't know where he's getting at. Why? Does the dead just slip through the door? Just like in the movies?

"Sadly no," I tell him. "Is there something wrong?"

"You're quite different from the others," he notes, regarding me intensely. "You're dead. Yes, I can see that. But not like the dead."

"I don't understand," I whisper, confused now.

"How did you get in, then?" he asks suddenly.

"Your fingerprints told me much," I say, feeling a bit smug about it.

"You're good." His eyes narrow at me.

"I need your help," I say, locking eyes with him. My breath stops. If I am not dead yet I would have fainted. He's quite attractive.

I pause for a second. I am dead. But why am I still breathing? But I don't feel my heart. Hmm...

"Help is my second name," the boy says, breaking my reverie, slipping his hands inside his pockets. "I am Kai. How about I call you Blue?"

"Blue?" He gave me a name. I love it. "I like it."

Kai gestures for me to sit back down as he moves to sit opposite me.

"So Blue," he starts. "Do you, by some chance, know how you died?"

"No," I reply, resting my head on my hand. "I don't really remember anything about myself, specifically. Other than that, I remember all things an average human should know, perfectly."