My Little Damned Angel

A/N: This fic is beginning to swurve away from what I first intended. If you have the time, take a look at the A/N at the bottom.

Disclaimer: I do not own Angel Sanctuary.


:*:My Little Damned Angel:*:

.:Chapter One:.


\"What\'s up, Kira?\"
There you go again, with your big doe-eyes that sometimes show an uncanny sharpness which has nothing to do with the other angel you hold within you. Few people can tell when I am truly \'spacing\' out.
Katou, you, and perhaps my father.

My, oh my, isn\'t the list short.


Anyhow, it is still unnerving, if humorous.
I always tell you people to keep your guard up, that other people could hurt you if you kept being so defenseless. Yet it is always I who is caught off guard.


It seems that I have indeed been, unconscious, for quite a while.
The streets are already dark, and we are heading off to one of Katou\'s hideouts. If we didn\'t check up on him once in a while, according to you, \"that bastard wouldn\'t last a fucking day.\"

Contrary to your colorful opinion, I do not think so. However, it does seem to put him at ease to see us together. Why in the world would anyone be \'put to ease\' at seeing us together is almost incomprehensible to me. After all, we were once the equivalent of the twin Greek war gods, Ares and Athena.


\"Senpai, you\'re doing it again...!\"
Still in that slightly lilting sing-song voice of his, he licks at my ear.

\"Doing what again?\"
It *is* one of his habits, nibbling my ears.
Allowed to Setsuna only. Woe begone whoever else attempted to mimick him.

\"Spacing out on me.\"

Today, he\'s nibbling off one of my earrings, and is definitely planning something on it.
I wait for him, just long enough to get it off.


\"You little kusogaki!\"
I give him a grin, and tickle him back for all it\'s worth.



\"Aww, that was no fun.\"

As always, it ends with you grumbling, picking yourself up from a telephone pole.


\"Why should it be \'fun,\' when you\'re chewing away at my ear like a godamn dog?\"

I try to keep my face straight.

Ignoring him, I walk past him, and I can practically feel him pouting.

Setsuna is becoming slightly indignant.

Again hiding a smile that threatens to come out, I stop and dig into my pocket.

Taking a moment to light a cigarette, I turn my head just a little to catch his attention.
\"Hurry up. oitekuzo\"

\"Hey,\"
Setchan is whining now.

He never likes it when he can\'t hog my attention.
It might have something to do with his father never being there for him.
And his little sister.

It\'s kind of sad that that\'s the closest he can find for a love interest.
I\'ve tried playing matchmaker, so that he can try out something normal, for once. But he\'s never taken the bait. Perhaps if I tried him out on the other gender...

Sara can never quite see through his acts, with which Setsuna tries to cover up everything that might inconvenience those he cares for.

He needs more, and I\'ll be damned if I didn\'t give it to him.

The young teenager in Setsuna, craving to be loved and pampered recognizes that.
With me, he could ask and ask for more, and whatever he offers will never be rejected.


\"Hey,\"
Another whine.

\"I don\'t \'chew!\' I \'nibble,\' and...\"

Catching up to me, he looks at me straight in the eye for emphasis.

\"...there\'s a BIG difference.\"

And he runs off.
\"Senpai! Race you there!\"

I raise an eyebrow at him.
He shakes his head and waggles his finger at me.
\"Nuh-uh. You\'re not getting away with that this time.\"

He dangles the earring, a simple stud of silver, sticks out his tongue, and starts running.

Damn he\'s sweet.


I can\'t help but wonder.
As I watch him disappear from the spot of light we had been in, I can\'t stop these thoughts.
How long will I be able to enjoy this?
How long will I be able to hog *his* attentions?

How long till fate catches up with us?

Never mind.
We\'ll be checking up on Katou tonight. A pastime that usually entails -knocking some sense in Katou, Setsuna being tricked into inhaling some of that damn stuff they call \'Ecstasy,\' which is hardly fitting when you consider the non-ecstastical hangover you get afterwards- and me fixing up Setsuna.

Maybe I\'m spending too much time with him.
I don\'t exactly provide what you would call \'healthy\' companionship. Look at Katou. He and I get along, because he\'s so fucked up that even I, an object created for the sole purpose of destroying things, can help his healing.
So far, I\'ve sheltered Setsuna from the nasty stuff, including myself.

How long can it last?



Setsuna\'s fading footsteps snap me back to action.
Running after him, I decide to indulge Setchan a little more.
To indulge myself a little more.


This fairytale should last. It\'s too beautiful to end now.

Just a little while longer.







:::::oitekuzo=I\'ll leave you here


A/N I\'m thinking about stopping this here.
Sure, there hasn\'t been any fluff nor action, but this seems the sweetest it\'ll get.
Well, you never know.

BTW, I\'ll be starting up another SetsKira fic. Which, unlike this one, will be um, slightly (?) unrealistic, if you get my meaning. THAT one will have plenty of lime/lemons, or at least one. It all depends on the final length of the story.

But that goes for this fic, too!
If you have any (and I really mean *any*) suggestions on which way to go, any opinions on it, please let me know.