Auras

[Fuyume Miyazaki]

Fuyume walked slowly, blank eyes staring over the food court. He could see the hazy auras of the people around the court. Many colours he could see, but thankfully, he couldn't see the bright glowing halos of the Great and Terrible. (Which were the names he had given to the angels and the demons) He swung his walking stick in front of him and it ticked against a table. Fuyume lowered himself into the chair he had felt for it and learned where it was.

He was a mild boy. Calm, not nessarily quite. Very balanced one might say. At peace with himself, and his blindness. Not so at peace with the things he saw sometimes, but that was alright. Today he was dressed in a tight blakc shirt and loose baggy, black pants, on which several chains hung. One of his friends had done his make up. Dark purple smeared around his eyes and a faint application of blush over his cheekbones. The rest of his skin was creamy white. His dark hair was brushed back from his face.

Fuyume sighed quietly, looking over the various colours of the aura's. He was glad to be able to see something. He couldn't always see human aura's, but he did today. He looked down at his own hand, a silvery blue aura is what he saw. Like his eyes, Fuyume. Winter eyes. That was his name and winter was something he had a lot in common with.

[Michael Gabrielus]

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, about ten meters away from Fuyume was a dark haired boy, head bowed over a newspaper. He collected discarded newspapers from around and read them front to back just in case. Being a disgraced Celestial agent was no easy feat, though keeping up with the happenings of the town helped a little. It gave him direction and a little purpose. Folding up the newspaper he placed it on the floor next to him, making sure no one could see afterall, as soon as the object left his hands, it would materialise to human sight.

He leant back on a glass barrier and smiled slightly, enjoying the feeling that no one could see him. Pushing his black hair behind his ears he looked around, studying the crowds of people hurrying past him. People watching was one of his favourite pass times. It calmed him and made him feel at peace with the world

[Fuyume Miyazaki]

The hairs on the back of Fuyume's neck slowly stood on end. He had been wrong, there was one of Them here...but where was the question. He didn't want to turn around lest it be a demon. Nevertheless, Fuyume felt his neck creeking like a rusty door, turning slowly. His mismatched eyes scanned the hazy colours behind him, but one stood out. A dark blue that was neither an angel, nor a demon. He had never seen that shade of blue. It was nearly black, but had a slow plusing blue in it. It wasn't calming, at least to Fuyume. What could they be?

Fuyume found himself on his feet and walking over to the dark, glowing blue before he knew what he was doing. "What are you doing?!" He asked himself. "You know not if they might hurt you..." He whispered, but couldn't stop himself. Someone bumped into him but he didn't eevn notice, his eyes transfixed on the blue. He froze. should he contiune? Talking to the Greats and the Terrible was always nerve recking and weakening, it was like his fragile frame could hardly take their greatness and their horridness. He bit his lip and took another cautious step forward.

[Michael Gabrielus]

Michael paused for a moment, getting that cold feeling in his veins. It was like his blood had iced over, even though he knew exactly what that felt like and it was nothing like it. A rather nasty run in with an ice demon had proved that to him. He swallowed, trying not to let panick overtake rational thought. He'd been spotted and he didn't know by whom. Slowly, he unfolded his legs and got to his feet, keeping his head down and keeping as quiet as he could. If it was a greater demon he didn't stand a chance. He was out of shape and tired, in no fit state for a fight.

Suddenly something made him turn round, the sick feeling of aprehension drained away as realisation moved in instead. He turned quickly, his hair falling out from behind his ears and the curls falling about his shoulder. He pointed at the boy walking towards him,

"You. You can see me. Why? What do you want?"

[Fuyume Miyazaki]

The boy froze again, an unplanned (weren't they all?) gasp escaped his lips and he stumbled a step back. Maybe the being didn't realise, but there was power in his voice. Deep and resonating, not the actual tone, his tone was ligther...there was something though. Something powerful. What if he was in over his head? He couldn't even see! "Me?" He questioned meakly, humbly. He dropped into an automatic bow. "Pardon, I mean, are you talking to me, sensei?" He didn't know why he called the glowing blue sensei, but it seemed right, respectful.

Of course he's talking to you, your the one that can 'see' him. his cold voice whispered in his brain. "I...." He started and then failed. "I can't see you." He said quietly. "Not exactly..." He laughed weakly. "And I should ask you the question of what you want...I, after all am a humble human, nothing more nothing less. I don't even know what you are...Pardon me Sensei..." He bowed again. "Sorry."

A deep flush came over his cheeks, staining them the colour or roses and he collasped to the group in graceful fall. He seemed to make no noise when he hit the ground. "What are you?" He questioned weakly, his face flushed. Whatever the being was, he was having quite an effect. Not a bad one as far as his experience showed, just a powerful one.

Fuyume reached out a trembling hand and touched the air around Michael's face, feeling the halo of dark light. He smiled. "Pardon me, Sensei...But I can't help myself." His fingers brushed over Michael's cheek very gently, and then his hair. It was curly, but thats all he could tell. "I....I.." He blushed again, he had never been with a presence like that before. "I'm Miyazaki...I mean, Fuyume Miyazaki..." He said slowly, his voice trembling. This was similar to the time he had spoken with the angel. "It means Winter Eyes..." He rambled, looking up into the face of the Being without seeing it. One pale blue eye, and one black over-dilated pupil making them seem mixmatched. He met Michael's eyes blindly. "Pardon me..." He whispered for reasons he couldn't explain.

[Michael Gabrielus]

Rolling his eyes, Michael folded his arms. If the boy had remained on his feet he might have backed off, he was more than a little wary of humans that could see him and weren't afraid, but since he had dropped into a bow, Michael found it a little exasperating. In heaven you had to bow to the archangels, not everyday ones and certainly not ones in disgrace so not being particularly used to the whole thing, Michael found it more than a little awkward.

"Of course I'm talking to you." he sighed, "It's not like there's anyone else around here who's apparently <i>able</i> to hear me is there?"

Shifting from foot to foot he pulled his leather trench coat closer around him, hoping his wings wouldn't show. Everyday he had them bound with rope to his back and chest, after all, they tended to get in the way. He wasn't sure quite what use it would do, if this boy could see him he probably knew what he was but still. He didn't particularly want to unfurl his dirty, torn wings in a public place.

"You look like you're bowing to thin air by the way. Sooner or later people are gonna be coming over here and asking all sorts of questions." he told him matter of factly, before pausing again, "Can't exactly see me?" he questioned, a little aprehensive, "What do you mean by that?"

Michael flinched slightly as Fuyume touched the air round about him and his hair. He wasn't used to people other than demons touching him and they were usually throwing a punch so it was a little uncomfortable for him. This was odd, humans never spoke to angels and if they did, they were usually toddlers or babies which Michael loved. Secretly he was sure children were smarter.

"Stop calling me sensei!" he muttered, getting frustrated, "My name's Michael and I'm fifteen years old for crying out loud so stop acting like I'm so bloody wise."

[Fuyume Miyazaki]

Fuyume's blushed deepened. "Sensei isn't someone who is nessarily wise..." He said cautiosly. "It seemed apporpirate is all, I don't have much experence talking to Celestial beings..." He laughed, mostly to himself. The air was awkward and tense, even Fuyume could sense it. "I'm blind." He explained bluntly. "I can't see your physical being...only your aura." He smiled softly, as if forgetting the other was there. "Angels have blue auras...sky blue. But yours is dark blue and I can't quite figure out what it means..."

Fuyume lifted a hand and brushed his hair out of his face. "So Michael, what exactly are you?" He questioned, leaning forwards again and touching his shoulder. "You aren't human, you're not a demon. You have the presence of an angel...great power too...but not the aura...." He paused. "I've never met anyone like you..." Fuyume looked around the mall. "Maybe somewhere more private would suffice. Somewhere where I don't sound as crazy..."

[Michael Gabrielus]

Michael might not have been able to sense that Fuyume was nervous or uncomfortable, but then again, his sister did always say that despite his telepathy, he wasn't exactly the most compassionate person ever. He was pretty good at blocking out emotions he didn't want to feel or know, especially from other people. He was probably the worst person to be an angel but he couldn't exactly help his birthright could he?

"Dark Blue?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, "Well that figures. Makes sense Heaven would do that."

Michael folded his arms and shook his head,

"No can do. We're staying right here. I don't trust you yet so am I hell going anywhere. We can move somewhere over there to a corner, but we're staying in a public place." he said, sounding matter of fact over a slight trace of determination, "I don't know who you are either, so we're staying here till we find that out."

He paused for a moment, reluctant to give away his identity to someone he didn't know but he knew the thought patterns of demons and right now he couldn't feel anyway.

"I'm an angel. If a pretty shit one."

[Fuyume Miyazaki]

"How much damage do you really think I could do, sir?" He asked softly, an odd smirk on his lips. "After all..." Fuyume paused and laughed softly. "I'm only a blind human with a bit of a gift and most of the time I'm too terrifed to talk to any of the things that I see." Fuyume glanced around the mall, smiling at the rainbow of aura's he could see, they flickered lightly and then blinked out. His gift wasn't exactly reliable at all, choosing when he could see things, he had no control over.

The boy sighed. "And now I don't even have my gift to rely on, now" He muttered, looking just to Michael's left, seeing now as he only had his memory now. "It likes to come and go." Fuyume shrugged his shoulders. "But what can one really do? I have what I got and I have to make the best of it, right? Isn't that what God wants us to do?" He asked with a wry smile, he was laughing. He didn't exactly believe in God, not the Christian sense of the word any how.

"Now, you don't know me, so exactly what do you want to know?" He asked softly.

[Michael Gabrielus]

Michael scowled,

"Well experience has taught me never to trust people straight off the mark, and believe me, I've got the scars to prove it." he shot back sourly.

When he'd first arrived here after being sent away from heaven Michael was niave to the point of innocence. He knew nothing of earth besides of what his brothers had told him and that was few and far between. To say it had gotten him into more than a little trouble was stating the obvious.

"Maybe you're learning to control it without meaning to." he shrugged, not really knowing what he was talking about, "Maybe as you're getting older, it's getting more powerful and you haven't realised."

Michael frowned again. He hated when people brought God up in conversations with him, afterall, he wasn't exactly best buddies with the big man and he didn't have all the answers. Instead he kept quiet over the topic and waited till Fuyume spoke again,

"Who are you? Where are you from? I don't know, that kind of thing."

[Fuyume Miyazaki]

The boy gave a small smile and sighed happily. "Me?" He questioned. "Oh, there isn't anything too special about me." He said in a modest tone of voice. "I grew up in Japan, if that isn't painfully honest, sen...." He cut himself off before he could call Michael Sensei again. "I was born in Nagasaki...You know, where those Americans dropped one of the first atomic bombs...Cancer still effects residents today." Fuyume sighed. "Like me."

"When I was eight, I was diagnosed with Optic Nerve Melanocytoma, which is a cancer. They operated to prevent it from spreading, the disadvantage? I'm blind now...but I have my life to be thankful for. I could be in a bed right now, in pain...dying..." The boy shuddered. "Death is frightening to a mortal, I don't know if you understand that or not..." He muttered, glancing up at Michael. He blushed, being embrassed of his fear of death. It was so natural, so common...

"Anyway, we moved here when I started high school. I learnt english. Whent through puberty..." He laughed awkwardly. "That was fun." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "Cracking voice, weird feelings...not to mention the things I started to see. I could have sworn I was crazy, but the question is....Can blind people imagine seeing things?" He laughed. "But one of the things I saw attacked me. It had a halo of red, sickly light..." The boy pulled back on the collar of his shirt, showing a scar across his shoulder.

"I've never doubted anything since... and you?" Fuyume said with a pleasant smile.

[Michael Gabrielus]

"Sounds pretty shit to me." Michael said simply, taking in everything that Fuyume said. Depsite it all he didn't pity the boy. He had learned in all his years on earth that whatever you could say about human beings, they hated pity more than anything on their god forsaken planet. They could freely give it but hated recieving it. It was one of the things that confused Michael.

"I wouldn't know, I can't get ill like humans. I get sick in different ways." he said quietly and shrugged, "I don't know death either, I just exist. I don't know life either, but it's not a sad existance, it just is."

Michael shrugged as though he didn't quite know how to answer his question. His past didn't bother him, it's just that there was nothing much tell.

"My father is Gabriel, I have two brothers, Jaskaa and Derick who are the archetypal angels. Perfect in everything they do. I'm only here to redeem mysefl for being a bit naughty a few years back." he said dryly, sarcasm showing much more than he'd meant it to.

[Fuyume Miyazaki]

Fuyume laughed. "That's what all existance is. It's not the greatest, it's not the worst, it's just a matter of living it...." Fuyume thought for a moment. "It's about making the best with what you've got and never how to smile and laugh although you've been hurt..." He leaned in for a moment, reaching out for Michael. He touched the angel's shoulder. "We all have our tribulations and trials, but it isn't so much a matter as passing all of them as doing it with good attitute."

"I don't personally have any siblings, but I'm sure they're not as perfect as they may seem. Even God has flauts." He laughed brightly. "One, He's (or she) is sadistic...Funny, but sadistic. I mean, come on, an appendix? Why do we even need one? We don't....all it does is get infected and have to be removed...Sadisitic..but funny." Fuyume laughed again. "I'm sure you'll prove yourself. You seem nice." Fuyume squeezed his shoulder lightly and pulled back his hand. His head felt cloudy. This extended period of talking to the angel was wearing him down. He probably wasn't even making too much sense.

"God may be all wrathful, but is He not all forgiving as well?"

[Michael Gabrielus]

Michael shrugged, his pessimistic side getting the better of him. By nature he was a realist, he liked cold hard fact as opposed to myth, legend and faked optimism. Rather ironic considering his celestial heritage.

"I'll take it the way it is and do with it what I will. Not much else I can do anyway." he grunted.

He shook his head,

"Of course they're not. Jaskaa taught me to fight and Derick taught me to lie. They play dirty, they kill, drink and have sex just as much as the next person. Just as demons can do good, angels can fight their nature and sin." he nodded, a little surprised at how much sense he was talking.

"I don't know if God's a he or a she or whatever. Never met them." he sighed, "My Dad has, but he never says a thing about whoever it may be. It's probably some oath or whatever."

Michael tilted his head to the side in curiousity,

"An apendix? I don't have one of those...was born without one. Most Angels are though Jaskaa had one, but he's something of a medical rarity."

"If he was, I wouldn't be here right now talking to you I'm afraid."

[Fuyume Miyazaki]

"Well, I guess that's life then. What happens happens. You just got to deal with it." Fuyume blinked slowly, shaking his head. He felt like he could barely concentrate. He could concentrate very well on what the angel was saying, but as for forming sentences himself, he was having a bit of difficultly. He laughed giddily.

"Your brothers don't sound like good influences...." Fuyume said very slowly, trying to string his thoughts together. It felt like swimming through mud.

He shook his head slowly, trying to clear his thoughts. If he had been drunk before, he would have said the feeling was very similar. "Maybe finding someone of better influence would be of benefit for you..." Fuyume smiled weakly. "Get away from bad influence. Unlearn how to lie...lying only leads to trouble..." He brought his hand to his forehead, where a jabbing pain was forming. He let out a low whimper.

"What was I talking about?" He asked softly.

The young boy closed his eyes, bringing his hands to his temples. "I should go..." He muttered. "You're hurting..." He said without offering much explaination. Humans weren't meant to mingle with the Great ones....at least without a cost. "I can't handle much more, Sensei." A bloody tear split down one of his cheeks. Bloody tears were fairly common with the kind of cancer he had had and an after effect of the sugery. He wiped the tingling sensation of the tear away, leaving a bloody smear.

"Yes, leaving sounds like a good idea..." Fuyume stood to leave.