Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Circle ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Michael flew through the air unobserved to the few people below him trying to get to the mental institution. At some point during his flashback Hessa and Raphael had started back up again and he really didn't feel like listening to them all night. So, instead he finally decided on going to visit Rai. He hadn't seen her in two months and he wanted desperately to check on her, to make sure she was okay, and to make sure no other man had touched her. Angels you see were very possessive creatures and with Michael being of the rank and personality he is was perhaps one of the most possessive angels out there- next to Setsuna when it came to Sarah of course.

Michael sighed in relief when the brick mental institution with ivy growing up along the outer walls in the distance standing out against the white world around it. He landed on the roof and then disappeared only to reappear within the white four walled room of Rai. He was surprised by the fact that almost the entire thing was white but part of him was in a way horrified to see the pictures she had drawn of the demons yet impressed by the ones she had drawn of him; Rai was a rather good artist.

Finally his eyes rested on the object of his search; Rai was curled up into a little ball beneath the thin sheets in an attempt to fight off the cold. Michael's upper lip turned up in a sneer, the bastards evidently had yet to discover the invention of the appliances the humans called heaters- of any kind. He shook his body slightly getting the snow off of him and made his way towards Rai's bed and lay down on it behind her: one arm going under her while the other one he draped over her body and enveloped her in a hug.

Rai twitched slightly in her sleep and blinked her tired eyelids. "Michael?" she asked sleepily, his strong scent invading her scents and warming her body up.

"Hhhmm?" asked Michael, licking her ear while sliding his left hand into her top to stroke her chest while the other one slipped down her stomach and between her legs, causing her to yelp.

"What are you doing here, Michael?" She asked.

"To check on my herb garden," the archangel responded with a roll of his eyes. "Try one more time."

Rai didn't respond, arching her body into him as he turned his attention to her neck, sucking on one of her pressure points. She shuddered, shutting her eyes as shivers ran through her body expectantly; then opened them again.

"You couldn't find anybody else?"

"There isn't anybody else."

"But here?"

She shifted uncomfortably, mentally cursing herself as a moan escaped her lips from the hand rubbing expertly between her thighs.

"Not here, Michael…"

"Why not?"

"…Because."

"Because why?"

Rai didn't respond, turning to face him, but the redhead didn't give her the option to speak as he pressed his lips to hers, pressing himself into the familiar feel of being so close to her. He let go of his breath, raising a hand to weave into her hair, when the blonde began to tremble uncontrollably, something he took to be from the lingering cold.

"Rai, you're going to get sick if you don't stay warm," he murmured with sincere concern, "you'll feel better if you're warm…"

The archangel could have revealed to her that he was once a French circus clown by the name of Pierre and she would have given the same response; her eyes half-shut in a daze, floating in the suggestive hush of his voice. His hands twined themselves instinctively through her hair as he kissed her again as she shifted again, discomfort making itself known from her throat. Michael could only smirk, opening a single golden eye as Rai directed one of his hands back to her waist and pressed into him expectantly.

"I knew you'd see it my way."

"…Shut up."

Michael rolled them over onto her back and situated his body between her legs; latching onto her neck hungrily. Rai groaned and whimpered feeling his hardness press against her.

"What the hell are you doing in here?!" Demanded one of the wards as he burst into the room; his eyebrow twitching.

Michael jerked away from her and sat back onto the foot of the bed pouting in irritation. "What the hell do you want, idiot?!" He asked.

"Out!" He shouted. "Out!"

"No!" said Michael, crossing his arms over his chest and remaining where he was in the same manner of a spoiled child.

Rai watched in horror has the ward stormed over to Michael; but the archangel ducked and grabbed the key rings from his waist and practically dragged him from the room and tossed him into the hall closing and locking the door keeping the key in the lock. He then took his position back on the bed and on top of the young woman running his hands up her body and under her shirt.

"Now," he said slowly. "Where were we?"

Rai swallowed a groan when she felt her body heat rise and she wrapped her legs around his waist and press their hips together, kissing him on the lips. Michael pulled away and moved to her lips pushing her shirt above her breasts and off of her head. Rai hissed slightly when she felt the cold bitter air nip at her warming skin. Michael clucked his tongue and removed his jacket and tight black cotton and fishnet shirts; laying back on top of her, warming her with his own body heat.

The blonde wrapped her arms around his neck to draw him closer, the kind embrace of warmth counteracting the sharp pains going through her as Michael allowed his hands to drift lazily over her as they pleased. She gasped, which quickly changed to a moan as he lowered himself down to give proper attention to her lower stomach.

It had only been a couple of months, but to her it felt like years since the archangel had last touched her. Even minutes turned to hours in this prison; those who did see her daily couldn't say anything important, like their sterile island was a place of taboo. A word of where they were could unleash something horrible- she highly doubted it. She had seen Hell; she gazed into its starving black eyes and somehow didn't die- not from this world at least. Now she lived in her own purgatory, where only her memories reminded her she was still very much alive. The manifestation of her most nostalgic dream pushed her off her train of thoughts as he yanked down her pajama pants and brushed his hands over whatever he found to be within reach, alternating increase and decreases in pressure until the blonde was gnawing on her fist, using up all of her will power not to make a sound. But Michael wouldn't have any of it, grabbing both her wrists and pinning them on either side of her head; observing her curiously.

"What happened, Rai? You never cared about screaming before…"

"We were never in a mental hospital before," Rai pointed out.

"So…?"

The blonde only looked at him, her eyes heavy with thought.

"Sometimes you make it really hard to pretend like you're human."

Michael blinked, his champagne eyes going sinfully innocent. Rai only sighed, her hands trailing to the waistband of his pants, examining his torso absentmindedly. She slipped her hands over the waist line of his leather pants and smiled when he closed his eyes in pleasure. She unbuckled his pants and slipped her hands into the tightness of his smooth skin and his skin tight pants. He gasped when her hand moved lower and grabbed hold of him stroking it slowly. Michael moaned and bucked his hips in time with her hand. He pushed his pants down so she could get a better grip on it.

"More," moaned Michael.

Rai kissed him slowly and increased her strokes on him. He let out a loud moan when her ministrations on him finally allowed him to come. Michael grabbed hold of her hand and licked it clean of his seed. Rai shivered has she watched his tongue slide around on her fingers; she bit her lip against the moan that was rising in her throat at the feel of his tongue. When he had finished he moved his hand down to her chest and fingered the bra.

"Why do you human insist on wearing such things?" he asked scowling.

"It's sanitary," said Rai. "Michael!" she yelped when he ripped it off of her body.

Michael ignored her and lowered his head down to her chest and started to lick at her nipples.

"Michael," she groaned, gripping his hair tightly.

Michael smirked and latched onto one of her breasts; while his hands moved down her back and to the back of her hips to separate her legs. His hands cupped her knees and he lowered himself between her legs; his smooth stomach feeling the wetness from her body. Rai bit down on her lip again, watching him expectantly. The redhead took his time, tracing a finger between her inner thighs, causing her to whimper. He leaned forward to kiss her, the blonde responding forcefully before the archangel pulled back to grin.

"Somebody missed me," he mused and leaned forward; mumbling into her lips, "my perfect angel…"

Rai frowned, her eyes darkening as she tried to find a way to respond to that, but didn't have to. She cried out at the sudden intrusion of her intimacy, the archangel raising his head to grin at her again; his eyes glittering sadistically as he pulled out, then pushed right back into her just as suddenly; sheathing himself completely. Rai's nails dug so forcefully into his scalp that it was drawing blood, soaking Michael's already red hair as he repeated each step at a painstakingly slow pace, unable to hide his grin as the girl writhed beneath him, mewling impatiently.

"What's wrong, angel?"

"God please, go harder."

The archangel grinned and increased his pace, sinking his teeth into her neck possessively. Rai's hands lowered to grip to his back, holding on as if she was going to die, and crying just as loud. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting herself slip out of her prison room and into each thrust, trying to forget everything that happened, and was surprised by how easy it was.

Michael groaned into her flesh, as she ran her fingers over his spine, a simple brush of skin-on-skin causing the archangel to shudder with pleasure; trailing kisses up to her face before stopping to shut his eyes.

"Now…"

Rai nodded and shut her eyes, kissing his forehead absentmindedly before leaning into him to completely feel it- everything crumbling down, back into the stark white asylum room. Michael collapsed, his lean body washed numb with gratification and light-headedness. The archangel caught his breath and glanced over at Rai, only to find her azure eyes glued to something else, her mind drifting peacefully into another world just past the ceiling. He exhaled deeply and kissed her neck before settling under the covers; joining her in silence.

It was only then that Michael allowed himself to remember when he had first caught sight of her.

Flashback____________________________________________________ ________________

Michael and Raphael stood before the class, the latter smiling at the ladies while the former just scowled at the giggling females. That is until his eyes caught sight of the girl. Her blonde hair tied back with a ribbon that was the color of blood and looked out of place against her blonde hair. Her beautiful blue eyes staring at him and his companion widely. She looked as if she didn't know how to react to the two newest members of her class. He smiled at her slowly, his smile and his eyes promising her something if he ever got her hands on her.

Rai flushed slightly and hid her face or attempted to hide her face from him which caused the smile to turn into a twisted smirk. Raphael elbowed him in the side and sent him a warning look.

'Behave, Mika-chan,' said Raphael in his mind.

'Why should I?' asked Michael. 'I am having fun.'

'While I am glad you finally got an interest in women,' said Raphael, 'that one is out of the picture.'

'Says who?'

'You are going to get us into trouble,' said Raphael sighing to himself. 'But then again, what else is new?'

Michael just chuckled inside his mind and took his seat next to Rai.

End of Flashback___________________________________________________________
Michael flew through the air heading back to the apartment he shared with Raphael and his demonic whore; his mind railing with how much his sweet Angel had changed. Some of the pictures were as dark as what he had seen in his lifetime and he had seen a lot were even darker. He shuddered and shut his eyes knowing that when she awoke alone she would be deeply wounded like she had been the first time. But he hadn't been able to see how she had changed over the past two months.

He didn't know what she was like before they came to her; before she was struck by Lilith's torture, but he felt secure with betting his right wing that she was never like this. The light had left her eyes, trapping her spirit somewhere between dead and alive. Her skin had also drained of its healthy color, whether this was because of her withering sanity, or the cold. And even if he couldn't see her, he could hear the absence in her voice, and couldn't help but miss what the fallen angel had taken from him.

If he could give his right wing for something, he'd give it to find that filthy vampire again, rip her face clean off and feed it to her. But she was gone, back to the wastelands where she belonged. God help him if he could find her now- he didn't have that kind of time to abandon what was his.

Oh well, maybe he could just kick Hessa around to ease his temper- she resembled her damned mother enough for convenience.

Michael landed promptly on the ground as his wings disappeared and walked inside the building and to the staircase, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he trudged up the flight of stairs to his floor, making a beeline to their apartment door before stopping and pressing his ear to the door.

Silence

Either they had stopped fucking or died.

Somehow the latter always seemed more logical when he was in a bad mood.

He fished the keys out of his jacket pocket and shoved one inside the lock, jamming it around forcefully and opened the door; letting himself inside. Champagne eyes darted around the apartment and rolled, the archangel spinning on his heel towards their bedroom door and kicked it open, folding his arms. Raphael glanced up, regarding Michael calmly before pushing stop on his CD player and pulled off his headphones.

"Haven`t you ever heard of knocking?"

"Do you want coffee?" Michael inquired, "I want coffee; let's get coffee."

"Weren`t you just out?" The blonde asked with a lifted eyebrow.

"We have a coffee machine, I`ll make us some coffee. So come on."

The redhead turned, about to leave, before spinning back around impatiently. "Come on!"

"What if I don't want to?" Raphael wanted to know and glanced down as one of his pale hands began to stroke what Michael thought at first was his knee and frowned in alarm, but before he could open his mouth to ask, he noticed the arm draped casually around the other angel's waist, and stomped a foot.

"For God's sake tell her she can wait for ten fucking minutes!"

"She's asleep," the blonde responded.

"Then get your holy ass over here!"

Raphael rolled his eyes and pulled the blankets back, gingerly unhooking himself from the demon's grip and stood up, brushing himself off and followed Michael into the kitchen.

"What happened to you?" He wanted to know, "Rai wouldn't give you any?"

The shorter angel snorted, "of course not."

"Then what?"

Michael didn't respond, sauntering into the kitchen and started preparing the coffee while the blonde sat down at the counter, running a hand through his hair.

"You drag me out here because of some random coffee craze and that's not coffee by the way, before you make us a hearty cup of sugar water." The redhead stopped in midway then scowled, shoving the sugar back in place and grabbed the right package as Raphael smirked. "What's the matter, Michael? Do you need to cry on my shoulder?"

"Bite me."

Raphael only chuckled, examining his fingernails as the shorter angel finally answered his question.

"She's changed."

The blonde didn't look up from his nails, picking away some pesky dirt.

"What do you expect? Not everybody goes to mental hospitals."

"That place is evil," Michael responded, "it'd be more merciful to kill them off instead of letting them sit around like sedated zombies."

Raphael lifted an eyebrow. "You certainly have a grudge against that place."

"Wouldn't you?"

The blonde looked up, making eye contact with Michael for a few seconds, before looking down and shook his head.

"Look what you have done, Mika-chan," he sighed heavily, "I told you and you didn't listen. Getting yourself attached to a woman who couldn't be anymore forbidden."

"Hypocrisy is a sin, Raphael," Michael snarled, "a deceitful sin that latched onto you so trustingly, like you're some giant teddy bear. Are you suicidal, doctor? To fall for such a pathetic reason as a hooker."

For the briefest instant Raphael's eyes flashed dangerously before returning to their amused look, which slowly changed to surprise and enlightenment. "You have gone far beyond becoming attached! You have fallen in love with her haven't you?"

"Don't be an idiot!" snapped Michael. "I have not fallen in love with her!"

"But you are so worried about her more then you have been about any woman before," pointed out Raphael.

"Do you love your whore?" asked Michael, flatly.

Raphael bit his lip and scowled; his relationship with Hessa was none of the other archangel's business and he told him so.

"I am not the one fucking her every second of every day," spat Mika.

"No," retorted Raphael smirking. "But if Rai weren't in the institution you would probably fuck her brains out until she was too sore between the legs to move."

Michael feel silent at how true that statement was, lately all he had to do was think about the feel of her skin and he got hard. He grabbed the counter and tightened his fingers on it until his knuckles turned white and his arm muscles strained with barely concealed fury.

"Hey," said Raphael, putting an arm on his shoulder. "That was uncalled for, I didn't mean it."

"I know," said Michael. "I feel so powerless just seeing her laying there lifeless like some fucking porcelain doll!" Shouted Michael; knocking the coffee pot and mugs off the counter.

"If you had left her alone even after Adam's death...."

"Fuck Adam!" shouted Michael, knocking the sugar canister off the canister causing a snow of white substance to scatter about the kitchen floor.

Hessa would be pissed.

Raphael sighed and bit his lip wincing at the look of fury and pain across the shorter Angel. Adam was a sore subject for the red-haired Angel of Fire.

Flashback___________________________________________________ _________________

It was lunch and since it was a nice day outside the teachers allowed the students to eat outside. Michael watched Rai and a group of her friends eat dinner under a tree directly across from him and Raphael's tree that they were sharing with their fan clubs.

"Stop staring at her," said Raphael, tearing his eyes from the two fan clubs to focus on his friend. Michael just snorted and his champagne eyes narrowed when he saw a boy with sandy hair and green eyes drape his arm around her and kiss her cheek. Raphael pursed his lips but his eyes twinkled with amusement it was rather fun to watch his friend get all bent out of shape over a female. "Leave her and the boy alone. By the way," he said, turning to a black haired, blue eyed member of his fan club. "Who is the gentleman on her arm?"

"That is Adam," said the girl giggling at all the attention she was receiving. "He is the boyfriend of Rai; they have been dating since they first started being teenagers."

Michael scowled at that information which caused his own private fan club to giggle and move in close making Michael feel claustrophobic and annoyed. Finally after what seemed like an eternity the bell rang and the students began to head back inside the school. Michael picked up the pace and weaved in and out of the crowd till he saw Rai in his sights and has he was passing her he grabbed her ass and squeezed, causing her to yelp but he had disappeared into the crowd before she could catch sight of him.

It wasn't until after school that they would meet Adam face to face and that was because Raphael had found a notebook that belonged to Rai.

"I believe this is yours," said Raphael, smiling at her sweetly.

"Oh thank you," said Rai, smiling at him.

Michael couldn't help it but smile at her while his eyes twinkled merrily at her sending a clear message to Rai.

"Rai, love," said Adam, coming up to her. "Are they bothering you?"

"No," said Rai, smiling up at her boyfriend. "They were just returning my notebook. Well, goodbye."

The two archangels watched the young couple walk away; Michael's eyes latched onto Rai's swaying rear. There was a glint in his eyes that promised that if he ever got hold of the girl he would never let her go.