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Fallen Angel	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 2083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants of Darkness (Yami no Matsuei), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Fallen Angel
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 4
- 5
- 6
An energy blast raced toward him and he sprinted out of the
way, the shelves around him exploding into a shower of burned paper and
metal debris.
"You are mine!" the devil screeched.
Watari was flung forward as the creature hit him again and he
felt bones crack under the impact. Pain shot through his leg, his back,
and he spat blood.
"I waited long enough," Baal whispered, towering over him, baring
long fangs. "You will be a very tasty meal."
Watari could only stare at his opponent, the pain radiating through
him, and he reached for his innate shinigami power to at least give a little
bit of a fight. There were no inanimate paintings or statues in the library
and the books were burning. What little he could use he would, though.
The devil's front paw slammed down on him and he cried out as
he was pinned to the ground.
"Don't even try any of your weak magic on me, shinigami. You lost.
You lost a long time ago, but today I came to collect your soul."
Breathing hard, vision swimming, Watari still gathered what he
had and was just about ready to fling it at Baal when 003 shot through
the burning room, screeching.
And then there was the light again. Blinding white, brilliant,
burning, absolutely pure. It engulfed the little owl, she was its center,
and Watari gaped at the transformation he was suddenly a witness of. The
pain was secondary to the sight of the angel appearing, of the pureness,
the caressing softness, the wonder of seeing the heavenly being.
It stretched its wings � no longer small and stubby. The fawn
color turned white, the whole animal morphing into a human form.
Still small, child-like, with large wings, long hair, and an innocent
face.
A child, Watari mused distantly, stunned. A child... a guardian
angel... his guardian angel... his... owl?
"003," he whispered, pain coming back again.
"You're too late, angel!" Baal roared. "He's mine! Mine by contract!"
The angel looked at him, huge blue eyes taking in the so much
larger creature of darkness.
"There's nothing you can do. You surprised me the first time,
but you know he's mine!"
White wings opened and the child-like being raised its arms a
little, gathering energy.
"You can't win!"
Watari cried out in pain as the claws pushed down, bones creaking
in his body. Bright spots burst in front of his closed eyes and he fought
for air, felt one claw dig into his skin, breaking it, drawing blood.
"Get your filthy claws off him!" a new voice yelled and there
was a rush of power.
One second Watari was trying to breathe, the next the pressure
was off his chest and the devil screamed in rage. Leathery wings snapped
open, fangs and claws flashed, and then it attacked its new opponent. Watari
coughed and tried to sit up, the fires still burning around him, the air
thick with smoke, but he felt nothing of it. He was encased in a cool whiteness,
in a protective shield, and when he looked around he saw the angel stand
behind him, smiling serenely.
She was a child, he mused again. At least she looked like one.
A little girl. Maybe she wasn't even female, but he thought of her as a
girl. Just like he had thought of 003 as a female owl.
003...
... his guardian angel.
Her wings were forming a canopy, her hands slightly elevated,
and she watched him with a warm, affectionate expression.
The thunderous explosion not far away made Watari turn his attention
to the outside and he gasped.
The library was in ruins or close to it. Fires burned, walls were
collapsing, and in the middle of the ever-bigger growing arena two combatants
were going at it with no holds barred. Watari had never seen Tsuzuki use
the darkness that was his heritage, that was his demonic side. He had never
given it much thought. He didn't care what Tsuzuki was; the man was his
friend and that was enough.
Now he looked at the black-clad shinigami, saw the burning, violet
eyes, saw the cold expression, and he could almost taste the power the
man wielded, even inside the protective bubble.
This wasn't like the fight against Sargatanas; back then Tsuzuki
had called Byakko. This time it was just him. Long coat flowing around
him like a living being, alive under the energy the man had at his command,
he was a fearsome image. So unlike the lovable man they all knew.
Baal attacked again and again, drawing blood, getting wounded
in return, and around them the destruction grew. The library ceased to
exist, turned into a crater, and Watari was safely ensconced, just watching.
Tsuzuki jumped out of the way of a new attack, landing in a crouch,
and Watari gasped softly as he felt the power gather once more, like collecting
an incredible large amount of water in a tiny chalice. Tsuzuki looked up,
eyes like ice, face blank. Watari tensed, ignoring the protest of pain
from his body at the move. The devil rushed forward, lunging at the shinigami
�
-- and was caught in a blast of epic proportions. Like a straw
puppet running into a flame thrower the creature of darkness was suddenly
demolecularized, barely able to scream in pain and fury.

Silence descended, only broken by the pinging and crackling of the cooling
ruins around them. The protective shield was lowered and Watari fell back
against a barely burned shelf, one that had been within the barrier, holding
his ribs, tasting his own blood, his head swimming.
Power wafted around him, dark power, but he couldn't even gather
the energy to flinch any more. Blurry eyes took in the black-clad figure
approaching, his senses felt the dark power caress him, as if checking
him, and there was a soft hooting noise all of a sudden.
"003," he murmured, coughing.
His body was already healing, but it would take time. Tsuzuki
knelt down next to him, the expression of before gone. The cold mask of
a warrior had made way for the warm, worried, wide-eyed young man everyone
loved so much.
"Yutaka? How are you?"
Watari smiled a little. "Alive."
Tsuzuki gave a wry chuckle. "Yeah."
"You destroyed the library," Watari said faintly. "Again."
"Wasn't me," the other replied. "At least I didn't start it."
Suddenly those violet eyes were serious again, glancing at the little owl
perched next to Watari. "It's her, right? I can still feel her somehow."
"Yes," the blond murmured, confusion and shock still apparent
in his voice, "003... my guardian angel... But why?"
People were running toward them. There was Tatsumi all of a sudden,
white as a sheet, blue eyes wide and filled with fear, a fear Watari had
rarely if ever seen there before.
"Taka!"
Tsuzuki made room for the terrified man and was joined by Hisoka.
Watari just fell into his lover's arms, closed his eyes, let Tatsumi's
strength support him.
It was over.
But in a way, it had just begun.

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'An angel.'
Touda's voice was flat, but his disbelief was quite palpable for Tsuzuki.
The shinigami sat with his back against a tree, contemplating the sky,
the cherry blossoms swaying in the gentle breeze.
'Yes, an angel. She saved Watari again.'
'And she hid in the bird.'
Again, it wasn't really a question.
'Yes. But we can't talk to her. She's still there, with Watari in
the hospital ward, but she hasn't said a word.'
'Celestial beings usually don't,' the serpent muttered.
'Met many?' Tsuzuki teased.
Touda chuckled. 'In my time, no. I think Genbu did once. I understand
they had a nice chat.'
'So you guys could talk to her?'
'Yes. And before you think about it, it's a bad idea to have me in
Meifu, Tsuzuki, and you know it.'

Tsuzuki leaned a little against the dark presence he shared a bond
with. 'I know, Touda. I'd love to have you here, but it would be better
not to set everyone on high alarm.'
'Agreed'
'You think Rikugo would come?'
The black serpent laughed softly. 'Oh Tsuzuki. You're our master.
You can call us whenever we are required by you.'
Tsuzuki watched the clouds. 'Yes, I know, but Rikugo has a lot on
his mind and I don't want to bother him with this. I'm not calling him
for a fight.'
Touda looked at him, long and hard. 'You truly are amazing,'
he murmured, then added louder, 'I'll tell him to drop by ASAP, okay?'
'Thanks, Touda!'
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It wasn't any less spectacular to have the earth shikigami arrive in
Meifu, but at least he wasn't setting off any alarms like Touda would have.
Or any of the four Gods. Rikugo, in his full get-up with his multi-layered
robes and his flowing cape, was still a sight to behold. He might not be
one of the four Gods, but he was a shikigami and he was powerful.
"Thanks for coming," Tsuzuki said and smiled widely at him.
Rikugo bowed a little, answering the smile. "It's my pleasure, Tsuzuki."
Both men walked through the Judicial building, drawing more than a casual
look, and Tsuzuki headed straight for the medical wing where Watari and
his guardian angel still were. They had long contemplated where to set
up this 'meeting' and Tatsumi had voted for Meifu, instead of the other
option, which had been bringing 003 to GensouKai.

Rikugo stood in front of the little owl that was perched on the
back of a chair, watching him with wide, yellow eyes. The astrologer gazed
at the tiny being, then bowed lightly, one arm laid across his stomach.
"May I talk to you?" he asked, voice soft and even.
Tsuzuki watched his shikigami, noticed the subtle way the powerful
being paid respect to what was a heavenly guardian. It was a respect among
equals, a respect he paid without being forced to.
003 blinked, then the white light was there. Not as brilliant
as before, not as blinding, but it was pure and white and wonderful. Cool
and warm in one, enveloping the tiny owl and transforming her into the
child-like being that was Watari's guardian angel.
Watari looked at her with wide eyes, stunned and amazed and filled
with disbelief. Tatsumi was still at his side, close enough to touch, one
hand resting on the small of his lover's back.
Rikugo smiled again, hands folded within his robes.
"I'm honored," he told the celestial being. "May I ask you a few
questions?"
The angel bowed her head in turn.
"Why do you protect Watari Yutaka?"
There was no audible answer, but something told Tsuzuki that Rikugo
heard one. The astrologer's eyebrows climbed slowly, then the onyx eyes
fixed on the shinigami in question.
"She tells me that her assignment was voluntary. She was never
ordered; she wanted to protect you. The Lord of Heaven made the request
and she took it."
"But why?" Watari asked.
Rikugo looked at the angel, tilting his head. "She said it was
her choice, nothing else. I think she doesn't know the reason." Rikugo
looked at the girl. "Am I right?"
A smile crossed her features.
"She just... followed orders?" Tsuzuki blurted. "But.. she's been
with Watari since he came here!"
"She was told it might be a long-term assignment. She still wanted
it. She chose her appearance, too."
Watari shook his head, stunned. "No... I'm not that special!"
"Apparently you were." Rikugo gave the young shinigami a smile,
then suddenly turned back to the girl, eyebrows dipping. "But she has to
leave now. Her task is over. The devil was destroyed. You no longer require
her as a guardian angel."
Watari opened his mouth to protest, then snapped it shut again,
visibly sinking into himself in defeat.
"I understand," he whispered. "Thank you. I... I don't even know
your name." He gave a little laugh of embarrassment. "I always called you
003..."
Rikugo smiled as he heard the answer. "She likes the name, Watari."
"But... it was just a funny little pet name! She's a celestial
being!"
Onyx eyes met golden ones. "They don't have names like you and
I, my friend. For her, this is her name."
Watari looked at the girl, then smiled as much as he could.
"Well, it's been fun, 003. Thank you for everything. I will miss
you."
The small angel walked over to him and he went to his knees to
be at her level. Small arms suddenly curled around his neck and he instinctively
hugged her back. White wings fluttered closed around them for a second,
then the girl drew back, her expression sad.
"Bye," Watari murmured, eyes swimming.
She tilted her head, still smiling, then her form condensed into
a ball of light, which turned into the familiar form of the tiny owl. She
circled the room once, then headed out the window.
Tsuzuki looked at the empty spot and felt his heart ache at the
pain radiating from his best friend. Watari was keeping it together but
he had just lost something very, very precious to him. 003 had been his
constant companion, had been more than a simple pet.
Now she was gone.
Rikugo joined his master, placing a hand on one slender shoulder.
"She won't return, right?" Tsuzuki asked softly.
"No," was the equally soft answer. "Guardian angels work assignments,
like you shinigami. When it's over they leave. She was here longer than
any of her kind has ever been with a soul assigned to an angel. She was
very much attached to Watari, but she has to obey the Law. We all have
to."
Tsuzuki nodded. He gave the astrologer a thankful smile. "Thanks
for coming here, Rikugo. I appreciate it very much."
"You called. How could I not obey?"
Tsuzuki gave him a scowl, but when the taller being smiled at
him, disarmed the words, he relaxed a little. Rikugo briefly caressed his
cheek in a loving gesture, then drew back.
"I will leave now if there is no other service you require," he
said formally.
"No. Thanks again."
And Rikugo was gone. Tsuzuki watched Watari and Tatsumi, as Tatsumi
drew his younger partner into his arms, holding him, soothing him, and
he smiled dimly.
This would be bad for Watari. Very, very bad.
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