Post by ღMax on Mar 31, 2009 19:01:50 GMT -5
Beginning
It was late one warm summer night, the town of Shibuya quiet as people returned to their homes. Only a handful of people were left as the night blanketed Shibuya. One of these people sat atop a tall building near the center of the city, wearing a thin jacket and pants. He watched as the eclipsed moon became merely a sliver of light, before looking down across the city.
Several times he'd sat atop the building, contemplating his life. He'd lived a modest one, not really doing many exciting things. He was just an average looking young man, with short black hair and deep brown eyes. He was a bit taller than most, but other than that, he didn't stick out.
But while he was always average looking, he was singled out of the rest of the citizens of Shibuya. He was quiet, and very quiet. Instead of spending his time following trends, he would draw odd designs and put them on his hoodies. Instead of shopping with friends, he would drink coffee by himself while reading.
So here he sat at the top of the building in the center of the town, looking out over Shibuya. He thought about how different he had been since childhood, and how boring his life really was. He had few friends, and even fewer things he enjoyed doing. As he stood up, teetering on the edge of the building, a soft exhale of air escaped his lips. With a small, silent smile curving onto his lips, he took a step forward, falling into oblivion.
Reaper's Game
He had done it. After seven days of fighting, surviving, he'd won. The Game Master had been defeated by his hands, as well as his partner's. He stood in an endless white room, light so bright he'd had to close his eyes.
"Congratulations." Two voices whispered in unison to him. "You have won." These words came as a relief to him, and he allowed him to relax some. He had made a mistake by letting himself fall, and now he had another chance. As the light grew brighter, he felt himself being moved, teleported. This was it, it had to be. Wait, why wasn't he in his home? Where was he?
He was on the floor of a large throne room, looking utterly shocked. A tall figure stood above him, arms crossed. "Congratulations." was said in a distorted voice. "You have been refined. You're moving up to the Higher Plane."
As these words were said, the man felt as if he were falling once more-but he didn't fall down. He was falling up, falling into a place bathed in light. He felt completely peaceful as light washed over him once more. An odd feeling erupted over him as he was lifted, and suddenly he wasn't falling anymore.
He was flying.
Banished
This was it. He had really messed up this time, and everyone knew it immediately. He was surrounded by the other Angels, all looking down at him with disgusted detachment.
"You've given illegal information to a Reaper, nearly resulting in the death of the Composer." One of them said. "For this, you will fall."
He wanted to defend himself. He wanted to contradict their words, and remain in the position he'd been in before. Instead, he fell silent, nodding.
"Have you no defense?" Another asked. "You will allow yourself to become like Kai?" Yes, Kai. The Angel who had Fallen before him. But he had done something truly horrible, resulting in the death of millions.
Still, he said nothing. He knew what was coming, and knew he could not save himself. The other Angels murmured their goodbyes as he fell once more. This time, there was no peace. There was no abrupt end to the fall. He fell until he found himself in a foreign place, with no money or place to stay. He had fallen once more, but this time he'd Fallen from Grace.
Loved Again
He stood atop the building once more, looking at the city where it all began. This time, however, he wasn't alone. His love, his beautiful Miana stood next to him, looking out over his city. She loved him for who he was, and had given him new meaning.
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her gently on the cheek. "I want to show you something, Mia." He whispered, reveling in the blush that flooded her cheeks. His wings enveloped them both, and he took a step forward.
She looked up at him, her eyes shining with love for him. As she nodded, his heart swelled with love for her as well, and he stepped off the edge of the building, freefalling with her.
A cry came from her lips as they fell, before she laughed as he pulled up, flying with her. All his life, he'd fallen without a purpose. Now he had one, and his heart soared. As they flew together, the pieces of him that had fallen apart came together once more.
It was late one warm summer night, the town of Shibuya quiet as people returned to their homes. Only a handful of people were left as the night blanketed Shibuya. One of these people sat atop a tall building near the center of the city, wearing a thin jacket and pants. He watched as the eclipsed moon became merely a sliver of light, before looking down across the city.
Several times he'd sat atop the building, contemplating his life. He'd lived a modest one, not really doing many exciting things. He was just an average looking young man, with short black hair and deep brown eyes. He was a bit taller than most, but other than that, he didn't stick out.
But while he was always average looking, he was singled out of the rest of the citizens of Shibuya. He was quiet, and very quiet. Instead of spending his time following trends, he would draw odd designs and put them on his hoodies. Instead of shopping with friends, he would drink coffee by himself while reading.
So here he sat at the top of the building in the center of the town, looking out over Shibuya. He thought about how different he had been since childhood, and how boring his life really was. He had few friends, and even fewer things he enjoyed doing. As he stood up, teetering on the edge of the building, a soft exhale of air escaped his lips. With a small, silent smile curving onto his lips, he took a step forward, falling into oblivion.
Reaper's Game
He had done it. After seven days of fighting, surviving, he'd won. The Game Master had been defeated by his hands, as well as his partner's. He stood in an endless white room, light so bright he'd had to close his eyes.
"Congratulations." Two voices whispered in unison to him. "You have won." These words came as a relief to him, and he allowed him to relax some. He had made a mistake by letting himself fall, and now he had another chance. As the light grew brighter, he felt himself being moved, teleported. This was it, it had to be. Wait, why wasn't he in his home? Where was he?
He was on the floor of a large throne room, looking utterly shocked. A tall figure stood above him, arms crossed. "Congratulations." was said in a distorted voice. "You have been refined. You're moving up to the Higher Plane."
As these words were said, the man felt as if he were falling once more-but he didn't fall down. He was falling up, falling into a place bathed in light. He felt completely peaceful as light washed over him once more. An odd feeling erupted over him as he was lifted, and suddenly he wasn't falling anymore.
He was flying.
Banished
This was it. He had really messed up this time, and everyone knew it immediately. He was surrounded by the other Angels, all looking down at him with disgusted detachment.
"You've given illegal information to a Reaper, nearly resulting in the death of the Composer." One of them said. "For this, you will fall."
He wanted to defend himself. He wanted to contradict their words, and remain in the position he'd been in before. Instead, he fell silent, nodding.
"Have you no defense?" Another asked. "You will allow yourself to become like Kai?" Yes, Kai. The Angel who had Fallen before him. But he had done something truly horrible, resulting in the death of millions.
Still, he said nothing. He knew what was coming, and knew he could not save himself. The other Angels murmured their goodbyes as he fell once more. This time, there was no peace. There was no abrupt end to the fall. He fell until he found himself in a foreign place, with no money or place to stay. He had fallen once more, but this time he'd Fallen from Grace.
Loved Again
He stood atop the building once more, looking at the city where it all began. This time, however, he wasn't alone. His love, his beautiful Miana stood next to him, looking out over his city. She loved him for who he was, and had given him new meaning.
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her gently on the cheek. "I want to show you something, Mia." He whispered, reveling in the blush that flooded her cheeks. His wings enveloped them both, and he took a step forward.
She looked up at him, her eyes shining with love for him. As she nodded, his heart swelled with love for her as well, and he stepped off the edge of the building, freefalling with her.
A cry came from her lips as they fell, before she laughed as he pulled up, flying with her. All his life, he'd fallen without a purpose. Now he had one, and his heart soared. As they flew together, the pieces of him that had fallen apart came together once more.
Thankyouthankyou! -hughug-