Angel's Wings

by JiaZai

 

Disclaimers: This fic has been written just for entertaining purposes. I’ve got holes in my pocket so do not sue.

Author’s Note: Well, I tried to be a little mysterious…

Chapter 3 

What?

 

Rain drizzled on her umbrella. She held her long sleeves close to her, afraid to get it dirty. She plodded carefully along the rather muddy road, keeping her head high and her posture right. Her red hair shimmered in the afternoon light. It lay long in a high ponytail, the way how every girl ties their hair. She paced gracefully, feet moving in perfect motion. Her violet eyes sparkled, as clear as crystal and as pure as water.

She was a true beauty dressed in a kimono that hugged her figure and made her even more attractive.  She was a well-brought lady. As she approached a mass of trees, silver shiny hair caught her attention. A man stood in the middle of the road.

Her eyes widened as she spots a couple of fox-like ears on his head. She opened her mouth to scream. The man turned. God, he was so beautiful. Golden eyes on a perfect face and silver hair to frame it. A smile fixed on his face. No, it wasn’t a smile. It was a smirk. She froze at his beauty and chilled at his coldness.

A blade shot through her heart. She dropped the umbrella, her gorgeous kimono drenched by blood and the rain. She groaned inwardly. She is sure to get a scolding for getting her kimono so dirty. And her favorite one at that. She felt herself falling. She felt suffocation. She only saw the gorgeous man. She didn’t know why tears fell.

She opened her mouth, trying to choke out a word. She didn’t know what she said but she knew the man. Somehow. A man she never met but knew. It was ironic.

“Ku…rama…”

Reikuyo’s eyes flew open. Choking a little on the musty air, she sat up, eyes wide and sweat dripping from her forehead. Where did that come from? It seemed like the Meiji Era. And who the hell was Kurama? When did she get this kind of dreams with a bishounen? And with her getting killed? It was so silly.

She turned her attention to the clock, deciding a shrug the matter off. It meant nothing anyway, since it couldn’t help her now. It was 6.50am. She had better check out of this motel before they charged more. With the little savings she had, Reikuyo couldn’t survive long on her own. However, she felt so protected in Kurama’s house. She felt uncomfortable in that kind of protection. She has always been own her own, so why now Kurama has to barge into her life?

Upon paying the rent, Reikuyo swung her duffel bag over her shoulder. She couldn’t go to school. Kurama was bound to drag her back to his house and she also needed to look for work and lodging. Time must not be wasted on brain-twisting algebra. She felt much better today, getting fatigue off her back. With quick paces she stepped onto the street.

“Bear with it…” she mumbled to herself.

-+-

Kaenorai looked out through the clear glass. Her fingers played around the cup’s handle, fingernails clinking on the porcelain cup. Outside the café, Reikuyo sauntered by, eyes filled with energy again. Kaenorai has certainly hit the jackpot this time. Reikuyo’s Rei was so strong, it was such a pity that she didn’t know how to use it. All Kaenorai have to do now was get a media for her.

A human body restricted too much power and some Rei’s uses were forbidden in a human body. Reikuyo would need to become a different creature. Yes, an angel will be fine. And then, Reikuyo would never be able to escape from her hands.

She pulled down her blue shades from her face. Picking up a black folder which sat by her side, she searched the information which she had at hand. She was there when Tamayi had been transformed. The holy process flashed across her eyes once again.

The golden light, the anger of god when this holy, yet wrong transformation was made. Lightning struck upon the ground, striking anything in its path. The anger of god was not just that. In exchange, sensei’s life was sucked away and she was left alone in that dark, cold warehouse. Tamayi went away and sensei’s lifeless body only penetrated into her memories.

Did she cry that day? She didn’t know, it was all a mystery to her. However, she had vowed to conduct another transformation on her on. Everything that happened after that was a blur. Kaenorai only knew her target. She was nearing it.

She will never let go of it. Even if it cost her life.

-+-

Uraemeshi Yusuke’s mouth was hanging right off his face. One of his thick dark eyebrows was going straight up while the other pressed against his eye in a frown. Kuwabara Kazuma had an almost similar expression as Yusuke, except that there was mucus hanging from his nose. The face of Hiei in the screen remained as its normal expression.

“Hn.” Hiei grunted, brows locking in a deeper frown. Mukuro stood behind him, rubbing her chin and having a rather amused expression on her face. Koenma sweatdropped. Botan stared blankly. George simply frozed. Suddenly, as if in time with one another, Yusuke, Kuwabara, Botan and George started laughing hysterically.

Yusuke wailed something about Keiko being feminine for one day in between his laughs as he started rolling across the floor. Kuwabara was laughing too much to even breath, let alone say anything. Botan was trying hard to keep herself standing while clutching her stomach. George was practically dancing on Koenma’s table. Hiei slightly smirked.

However, Koenma didn’t seem so humorous. He sat at his desk, brows furrowed and sitting up straight, just like what he does every time there was and important mission. There was a mission this time, however, the ReiKai Tentai obviously found it a joke this time. Koenma had called for the ReiKai Tentai but omitted Kurama that morning, hinting that there was something important.

The mission this time was: protect Sakyou Reikuyo, a normal teenage girl. That set the group into a laughing frenzy. Koenma waited for the laughters to subside, but when it didn’t he slammed the table.

“Darn it! This mission is important you stupid fools!” Koenma screamed flinging his chibi limbs all over the place. The group stopped laughing while Botan tries to fan Koenma’s anger down. “Once you meet her, you’ll know why this is important. And DON”T EVER let Kurama know about this.”

“Why?” Came the question from Hiei. “I don’t intend to take the case but I want to know why.” Everyone turned quiet and a droplet of sweat dripped from Koenma’s forehead.

“Since you don’t take the case, I shan’t tell you. And say goodbye to your Sword Enhancer version 5.01.” Koenma answered in return. Hiei’s eyes flew wide open. No matter what, he mustn’t tell. This was strictly for Kurama to find up for himself.

Yusuke protested, “We also want to know. Kurama is our friend, so why can’t he know?” The rest of the group agreed, pushing Koenma for the answer. Mukuro stood by Hiei’s side, keeping quiet all this while, but pondering every suspicious factor.

“Just know that you have to protect this girl!” Koenma said, slamming a couple of Reikuyo’s pictures onto the table. Kuwabara immediately brightens up and examines the photos, mumbling something in his sub-consciousness. Yusuke snatched the photos from Kuwabara, slapping him on the head while doing so.

“Kuwabara no baka! This is not a matchmaking photo!” Yusuke scolded, taking a good look at the photos. “Oh…beautiful lady neh…” Botan smacks Yusuke on the head with her oar.

“Yusuke no baka! Don’t you DARE betray Keiko-chan for this…this…” Botan warned, stopping in mid-sentence to look at the photo. Her eyes grew wide and she mumbled, “for Kami’s sake…she’s a beauty…” George pops out his head from behind Botan, trying to get a good look at the photos.

“So…Kurama has a ‘case 118’ with this girl.” Mukuro commented suddenly, taking everyone by surprise.

“Case 118?” Hiei questioned, turning to face Mukuro then back. “Koenma.”

Koenma bit his lip. Without another word, he sent the ReiKai Tentai out and switched off his screen TV, leaving only George and Botan behind. He turned his chair around, facing away from his desk. ‘Case 118’. What a way of putting it. He knew about everyone’s case, including himself. However, he didn’t like knowing about it. He took a peek at Botan. Emotion was a hard thing to say, so why was it fated?

It was just a matter of time before everything was revealed.

-+-

Kurama looked through the street, trying to spot a certain red head. He brows furrowed in a worried frown and his eyes darted to and fro the street. Sweat trickled down his forehead, the anxiousness in his heart no less.

“Reikuyo…” Kurama mumbled to himself. Perhaps he should have told Reikuyo about the dangers she was in. Maybe so, she wouldn’t have left. Kurama felt so guilty. He stopped in his track, biting his lip. He felt rather hopeless. He searched his mind, trying to get clues out of where she might go:

-Flashback-

“Sakyou-san, you’re late again today. You’re lucky that the teacher hasn’t arrived.” Kurama nagged, giving a sigh. Reikuyo put her hands behind her head, eyes searching the ceiling. She seemed to be rather troubled.

“Sakyou-san?”

“Hm?”

“Is something wrong?”

“What else can go wrong? My life is already a big mess.” Reikuyo sounded rather frustrated, but she kept her expression, unwilling to let herself out to other people. It seemed like she tend to live in her mask. So much that she had lost herself. Sometimes she wondered how the real her was. She wondered when she would be able to peel of her mask. However, she knew that it was impossible. Too many dangers, too many threats out there.

Kurama frowned, “Why do you say so? Life has much more than just a big mess.” Reikuyo smirked, she threw her hands down and glanced at Kurama.

“You’re so naïve.” Reikuyo said after a while. Kurama stared at her quietly. She called him…naïve?

-Flashback-

Naïve meant ignorant and unknowing. It was strange to be called that. For a youko who have lived hundreds of years, he was everything but naïve.  Still, no clue at all. Who could he turn to? Koenma? No, he’ll surely keep his mouth shut. Yusuke? Nah, he may be powerful, but useless in this sort of situation. And of course he wouldn’t consult Kuwabara. Someone with a third eye would help…

Kurama’s eyes flew opened and he raced down the street.

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