Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction ❯ The Twelve Days of Christmas ❯ Turtle Doves ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

AN: Hee, now this one I like. Even though it's another one that really has nothing whatsoever to do with its verse, heh. In fact, I switched it with another one at the last moment... But anyhoo, `two turtle doves' supposedly refers to the Old and New Testaments, and the couple this time is Mika/Raphael. (sweats) Eh, whatever. It's all terribly cliché, but I thought it was funny, at least. Some of it was also inspired by that classic of glorious yaoi-y-ness, FAKE, so it can't be all bad. Warnings for cussing (the reason for the rating: revealed!), and for yaoi-y-ness ;)

Two x Turtle Doves

“Raphael, you freakin' pervert!”

Raphael grimaced, and glanced over his shoulder. “Mika-chan. I didn't hear you come in... does that mean you're ill, then?”

Michael growled low in his throat. “No, I'm just goddamn pissed! So I came over here - and, on top of everything else, you've got five fucking mistletoes hanging in your office?! And stop calling me Mika-chan! ...And get that bitch out of here already!”

The woman Raphael had just been `examining' (in great detail) wriggled out from under his arm and scurried around Michael and out of the room with a weak `kyaa' as the Flame Angel glared daggers at her in passing. Raphael sighed in a put-upon sort of way. “What now?” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest and looking oddly uncomfortable.

Michael flung up his arms in frustration, a picture of righteous rage - he had a piece paper clutched in one hand, Raphael noted. “You got one of these too, right? I can't believe these bastards! If I don't show up for the Christmas day celebration in the capital building at Raquia - to do what? smile pretty? - then I'm gonna be under house arrest for two weeks! Yeah, right. Who's gonna enforce it, anyway?”

Raphael smirked. “Heh. They only threatened me with one week. They know I'm not such a wild animal.” The paper in Michael's hand began to smolder as he scowled at him; Raphael casually drove all the air out of the area immediately surrounding it with a thought, as he wasn't too keen on winding up with a burn mark on his carpet.

“So, what?” Michael sneered. “You tame enough to go, then?”

They engaged in a staring contest, until finally Raphael had to look away to mask his sniggers. Michael smirked in an amicable sort of way, his eyes lit up with the promise of upcoming mischief.

“Hey, Mika-chan?” Raphael said, abruptly arranging his face into a serious expression again.

“Hmm?”

Raphael reached up and wiggled his fingers above Michael's head to make him look. “You missed one,” he commented, and stole a kiss.

Warm lips, he had just enough time to think.

The following explosion resulted in no fatalities, thanks to the Angel of Healing being readily available.

TBC