Fan Fiction ❯ The Good Book Lied ❯ icarus.and.christian ( Chapter 3 )
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By: okiayu_kaori 
Two of the more successful demon students make themselves known - much to Fahren's dismay.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Post-apocalyptic / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 965 | Visits: 223 | Status: Completed
Two of the more successful demon students make themselves known - much to Fahren's dismay.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Post-apocalyptic / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 965 | Visits: 223 | Status: Completed
4..icarus.and.christian.
Somehow, I managed to get to sleep. The peaceful thought of telling Harmony Angel exactly what I think of her must have lulled me to sleep. That's not very comforting. Am I becoming more bitter than usual? Oh dear.
I turn over, stretching out. And I panic. Where's Blue? Don't tell me I overslept. The last thing I need is a tardy slip showing up in the school reports. They'll have me audited. And the last thing I need is everyone in the Academy knowing that I have no life. If I'm audited, everything I do - and DON'T do - will be reported to the whole school, and I'll look like more of a loser than ever.
Not like I'm earning my wings very fast laying here in bed. Better find out what time it is.
I climb out of my bed and immediately wish to get back in. Hard or not, it's warmer than the cold air that's circulating in the hallway. Sure enough, all the lights are off, and Blue is nowhere to be found. I panic until I glance at the clock. 7 AM? Whew, thank God I didn't miss the briefing. Wait a minute, no -- thank ME. Heh. I'm going to get in so much trouble if I don't watch what I think.
So I'm wondering where Blue is as I throw on my favorite jeans and an old crop top. They can't say anything about the dress code if I wear something over this shirt. So I grab my fur-lined fighter pilot jacket and my clogs and head out the door, running my fingers through my hair to straighten it.
As I open the door, I see Blue leaning on the railing. "What's going on?" I say, shutting and locking the door behind me, tossing my key into the empty glass case that used to hold the porch lightbulb (back when it worked). No one cares about safety here. What's someone gonna do, kill us? Boo-hoo.
"I woke up early, so I got ready and wanted to come out and see everything before I went down," Blue smiles, but looks a little tired. She's wearing several different shades of blue, and I chuckle. That stupid song from a hundred years ago would really fit, if we still had CD players. I don't think anyone found the CD valuable enough to keep it.
The bell on level 1 rings and Blue leaps away from the railing, firing herself down the stairs like a bullet. "I'm gonna run ahead, Fahren!" she shouts back to me. "I wanna get a good seat!"
I chuckle and shake my head, starting down the staircase slowly, at my own pace. It's too bad Blue and I aren't friends. I know I couldn't stand her and she probably couldn't stand me either, but having a friend in this hole-in-the-ground would really be nice. Is it just my shining personality, or is no one friends here? I don't think Blue has any friends, either. She probably thinks she does, though.
Wish I could at least THINK I had friends. At least I'd be ignorantly happy.
"Excuse me," I hear a male voice say. I cringe. Males. Demons. Can't stand 'em. I look up and see the extremely handsome face of a rather impatient looking male student who seems to be waiting on something.
I look around. I'm not blocking the way, so what's the deal? "Yes?" I say to him, fighting not to look away. Demons and me don't mix. Grr. Hiss. You know.
"I was just asking your name," the Demon grins. Ugh, give me a break. I guess Demons think that just because we're only _student_ Angels, we're not smart enough to know what they're up to.
"It's Fahren," I glare, pushing past him. "And I don't play well with others." He smells good. Damnit.
I can feel his stare on my back. The stare of a Demon student is like being groped. You feel so violated and confused and angry, but your curiousity is sparked all the same. I don't know what to do - I want so much to turn around, but I wouldn't be here if I didn't know better.
After a moment, I give in and turn to face him. He's already walking away.
"His name is Icarus," I hear another male voice say. God, the halls are _crawling_ with them.
I turn to face the boy who is addressing me. He's taller than I am, by a good foot-and-a-half, and I suddenly feel very small. "What?"
"I said 'his name is Icarus'. You looked like you wanted to know." And this one is a real charmer. What a jerk. He starts to walk away before I can say anything. Now I'M the one staring. Who SAID I wanted to know! Damned mind-reading Demons...
Demons are fun to look at, but not very interested in holding a conversation with an Angel girl unless they think she's a total pushover. I know I don't look vulnerable, but he probably used his cute little Demon-powers (as weak as they are when you're a student, it's still more than us Angels get) to read my mind when I was caught off-guard. But I'm sure I must've given off that strong-willed vibe. That's good, right?
So why do I feel so... unfulfilled with what's just happened? Don't tell me I want to TALK to either of those jerks. That's stupid. That's universally stupid. But I think it may be true. Damnit, if Harmony didn't want to kill me before, she'll really want to now.
Maybe this co-ed thing is a test of my faith in my career as a student. Maybe Heaven has some clever plans _after_ all. Icarus... what a smart-assed thing to name a Demon.
Somehow, I managed to get to sleep. The peaceful thought of telling Harmony Angel exactly what I think of her must have lulled me to sleep. That's not very comforting. Am I becoming more bitter than usual? Oh dear.
I turn over, stretching out. And I panic. Where's Blue? Don't tell me I overslept. The last thing I need is a tardy slip showing up in the school reports. They'll have me audited. And the last thing I need is everyone in the Academy knowing that I have no life. If I'm audited, everything I do - and DON'T do - will be reported to the whole school, and I'll look like more of a loser than ever.
Not like I'm earning my wings very fast laying here in bed. Better find out what time it is.
I climb out of my bed and immediately wish to get back in. Hard or not, it's warmer than the cold air that's circulating in the hallway. Sure enough, all the lights are off, and Blue is nowhere to be found. I panic until I glance at the clock. 7 AM? Whew, thank God I didn't miss the briefing. Wait a minute, no -- thank ME. Heh. I'm going to get in so much trouble if I don't watch what I think.
So I'm wondering where Blue is as I throw on my favorite jeans and an old crop top. They can't say anything about the dress code if I wear something over this shirt. So I grab my fur-lined fighter pilot jacket and my clogs and head out the door, running my fingers through my hair to straighten it.
As I open the door, I see Blue leaning on the railing. "What's going on?" I say, shutting and locking the door behind me, tossing my key into the empty glass case that used to hold the porch lightbulb (back when it worked). No one cares about safety here. What's someone gonna do, kill us? Boo-hoo.
"I woke up early, so I got ready and wanted to come out and see everything before I went down," Blue smiles, but looks a little tired. She's wearing several different shades of blue, and I chuckle. That stupid song from a hundred years ago would really fit, if we still had CD players. I don't think anyone found the CD valuable enough to keep it.
The bell on level 1 rings and Blue leaps away from the railing, firing herself down the stairs like a bullet. "I'm gonna run ahead, Fahren!" she shouts back to me. "I wanna get a good seat!"
I chuckle and shake my head, starting down the staircase slowly, at my own pace. It's too bad Blue and I aren't friends. I know I couldn't stand her and she probably couldn't stand me either, but having a friend in this hole-in-the-ground would really be nice. Is it just my shining personality, or is no one friends here? I don't think Blue has any friends, either. She probably thinks she does, though.
Wish I could at least THINK I had friends. At least I'd be ignorantly happy.
"Excuse me," I hear a male voice say. I cringe. Males. Demons. Can't stand 'em. I look up and see the extremely handsome face of a rather impatient looking male student who seems to be waiting on something.
I look around. I'm not blocking the way, so what's the deal? "Yes?" I say to him, fighting not to look away. Demons and me don't mix. Grr. Hiss. You know.
"I was just asking your name," the Demon grins. Ugh, give me a break. I guess Demons think that just because we're only _student_ Angels, we're not smart enough to know what they're up to.
"It's Fahren," I glare, pushing past him. "And I don't play well with others." He smells good. Damnit.
I can feel his stare on my back. The stare of a Demon student is like being groped. You feel so violated and confused and angry, but your curiousity is sparked all the same. I don't know what to do - I want so much to turn around, but I wouldn't be here if I didn't know better.
After a moment, I give in and turn to face him. He's already walking away.
"His name is Icarus," I hear another male voice say. God, the halls are _crawling_ with them.
I turn to face the boy who is addressing me. He's taller than I am, by a good foot-and-a-half, and I suddenly feel very small. "What?"
"I said 'his name is Icarus'. You looked like you wanted to know." And this one is a real charmer. What a jerk. He starts to walk away before I can say anything. Now I'M the one staring. Who SAID I wanted to know! Damned mind-reading Demons...
Demons are fun to look at, but not very interested in holding a conversation with an Angel girl unless they think she's a total pushover. I know I don't look vulnerable, but he probably used his cute little Demon-powers (as weak as they are when you're a student, it's still more than us Angels get) to read my mind when I was caught off-guard. But I'm sure I must've given off that strong-willed vibe. That's good, right?
So why do I feel so... unfulfilled with what's just happened? Don't tell me I want to TALK to either of those jerks. That's stupid. That's universally stupid. But I think it may be true. Damnit, if Harmony didn't want to kill me before, she'll really want to now.
Maybe this co-ed thing is a test of my faith in my career as a student. Maybe Heaven has some clever plans _after_ all. Icarus... what a smart-assed thing to name a Demon.