Fan Fiction ❯ The Good Book Lied ❯ a.visitor ( Chapter 5 )
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By: okiayu_kaori 
While getting to know the Angels across the way, Fahren is "graced" with Icarus' presence...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Post-apocalyptic / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 209 | Status: Completed
While getting to know the Angels across the way, Fahren is "graced" with Icarus' presence...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Post-apocalyptic / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 209 | Status: Completed
6..a.visitor
So out of boredom and probably for the same reason that kids put different types of bugs in the same jar to see how they'll react, Blue and I are once again chilling in the apartment across the way from ours.
We spent the morning after the briefing jabbering about Harmony and the other faculty Angels, but now I'm sitting on the sectional couch in their living room in silence, trying to forget that run-in with Icarus and his slimy pal, Christian. I glance around at the decor; other than a few abstract paintings (I'm assuming they're Sara's) hanging on the walls, the room is pretty much devoid of color. Under the thin soles of my tennis shoes the mahogany-tinted carpet is shabby and worn. I've emptied my third cup of orange pekoe tea. I'm kind of starting to like the way Sara makes it, although how she can stand tea without sugar and ice is anyone's guess. Blech.
"So, where's Elspeth?" I ask, not honestly caring to know. On the other half of the couch, Blue is scribbling absently on a napkin, and I realize that the conversation is now just between Sara and myself. Blue doesn't mean to ditch me, but she keeps doing it just by being so vacant.
Sara chuckles and closes her literature book (the Bible, naturally) and takes off her thin-framed glasses to polish them on a little handkerchief which she pulls out of her jeans pocket. "She left about two hours ago to go meet up with some new students. Of course, it's fairly obvious what new students she means." She doesn't like to talk much, I can tell, but generally she gets her point across in very few words, so I still feel like we're communicating well. Maybe it's good to say fewer words. Maybe if we all talked less, we'd learn more.
Or maybe we'd just be lonely, which is precisely how I'm feeling right now. I guess I didn't realize that one can be interacting socially and still feel completely isolated.
There's a knock on the door. I suddenly realize that I'm praying it isn't Elspeth. Don't tell me I'm already trying to avoid her... she's just so grating. She has a Scotch-Brite personality, like sandpaper on a peach. As Sara speaks with the person at the door, I realize I hear the voice of a boy, and I turn around.
...well, what do you know. It's Icarus. Maybe he's come to see Elspeth. Wonder what he'll say when he realizes that I'm here. I'm interested in hearing whatever kinds of lies he'll come up with to maintain the innocent charade he tried to pull on me this morning.
Sara invites him in for reasons unknown, and I don't think he's noticed me yet. I hear the ringing of a cel-phone and his hand reaches into the front breast pocket of his jacket. "Speak," I hear him say. God, who answers the phone that way? He's really conceited.
He's listening to the person on the phone, but as I'm staring at him with all these thoughts in my head I also realize that he's waving one hand lightly in my direction as he walks past me and leans against the bar counter between the living room and the kitchen of the apartment. WHY is he here? And why did she let him in? I'm confused and uncomfortable, and Blue hasn't even noticed. I lean forward a little and look at the doodle of a cherub on the white paper napkin she's been scribbling on. Of course.
So now I'm thinking about just dropping everything and going crazy. Might as well, right? Not like anyone else seems like they want to stop me. Am I just nuts? Is that why I can't handle all of the insanity I'm being generously spoon-fed by the Heavenly Choir up there in cloud-land?
I'm staring a hole in the floor as Icarus hangs up his cel-phone and drops it back into his pocket. Rich little jerk. The demons all have money. That's the only good thing about buying the farm and investing in the horn-plan, they get to sell their souls for something nifty. Angels give their souls charitably, and all we get back is a pair of wings and a license to kill anything that looks evil. ...well, once we graduate, anyway. If we could do that any old time, I wouldn't be sitting here with the demon Academy pretty-boy breathing down my neck.
"That was Prince," Icarus says to me as if my face looks like that of a person who cares, and he sits in a chair a few feet away from where I am on the couch, facing Blue, who is still oblivious to his presence. "He wanted to apologize to Blue for making her feel uncomfortable. I do hope that's all right with you, Blue-darling." He flashes a smile, and she blinks and looks up, staring. Apparently it's taking a moment to sink in. Blue's face goes flush and she crumples up the napkin, stuffing it in her pocket.
"Um... that's okay, I wasn't mad," she murmurs, crossing her legs and seeming to get smaller every second. I wouldn't mind it so much if I weren't worried she was going to disappear altogether and leave me with this scummy demon-in-training.
"Prince," Sara says, as if she recognizes the name. "He's one of the best students in your Academy, isn't he?" she inquires, stirring another cup of tea. She hasn't bothered to offer him any, and I suppose maybe she IS just being civil to him. Harmony DID ask us not to start trouble, and we wouldn't want to cause any grudges by being overly rude to demons just asking to come in and chat. It's not like Icarus and his friends are slobbering, mangy dogs. Demons or not, they give off this air of sophistication and social grace. I wonder if that was something they were taught or re-born with.
Hey, don't get me wrong. It doesn't mean I like the guy.
So out of boredom and probably for the same reason that kids put different types of bugs in the same jar to see how they'll react, Blue and I are once again chilling in the apartment across the way from ours.
We spent the morning after the briefing jabbering about Harmony and the other faculty Angels, but now I'm sitting on the sectional couch in their living room in silence, trying to forget that run-in with Icarus and his slimy pal, Christian. I glance around at the decor; other than a few abstract paintings (I'm assuming they're Sara's) hanging on the walls, the room is pretty much devoid of color. Under the thin soles of my tennis shoes the mahogany-tinted carpet is shabby and worn. I've emptied my third cup of orange pekoe tea. I'm kind of starting to like the way Sara makes it, although how she can stand tea without sugar and ice is anyone's guess. Blech.
"So, where's Elspeth?" I ask, not honestly caring to know. On the other half of the couch, Blue is scribbling absently on a napkin, and I realize that the conversation is now just between Sara and myself. Blue doesn't mean to ditch me, but she keeps doing it just by being so vacant.
Sara chuckles and closes her literature book (the Bible, naturally) and takes off her thin-framed glasses to polish them on a little handkerchief which she pulls out of her jeans pocket. "She left about two hours ago to go meet up with some new students. Of course, it's fairly obvious what new students she means." She doesn't like to talk much, I can tell, but generally she gets her point across in very few words, so I still feel like we're communicating well. Maybe it's good to say fewer words. Maybe if we all talked less, we'd learn more.
Or maybe we'd just be lonely, which is precisely how I'm feeling right now. I guess I didn't realize that one can be interacting socially and still feel completely isolated.
There's a knock on the door. I suddenly realize that I'm praying it isn't Elspeth. Don't tell me I'm already trying to avoid her... she's just so grating. She has a Scotch-Brite personality, like sandpaper on a peach. As Sara speaks with the person at the door, I realize I hear the voice of a boy, and I turn around.
...well, what do you know. It's Icarus. Maybe he's come to see Elspeth. Wonder what he'll say when he realizes that I'm here. I'm interested in hearing whatever kinds of lies he'll come up with to maintain the innocent charade he tried to pull on me this morning.
Sara invites him in for reasons unknown, and I don't think he's noticed me yet. I hear the ringing of a cel-phone and his hand reaches into the front breast pocket of his jacket. "Speak," I hear him say. God, who answers the phone that way? He's really conceited.
He's listening to the person on the phone, but as I'm staring at him with all these thoughts in my head I also realize that he's waving one hand lightly in my direction as he walks past me and leans against the bar counter between the living room and the kitchen of the apartment. WHY is he here? And why did she let him in? I'm confused and uncomfortable, and Blue hasn't even noticed. I lean forward a little and look at the doodle of a cherub on the white paper napkin she's been scribbling on. Of course.
So now I'm thinking about just dropping everything and going crazy. Might as well, right? Not like anyone else seems like they want to stop me. Am I just nuts? Is that why I can't handle all of the insanity I'm being generously spoon-fed by the Heavenly Choir up there in cloud-land?
I'm staring a hole in the floor as Icarus hangs up his cel-phone and drops it back into his pocket. Rich little jerk. The demons all have money. That's the only good thing about buying the farm and investing in the horn-plan, they get to sell their souls for something nifty. Angels give their souls charitably, and all we get back is a pair of wings and a license to kill anything that looks evil. ...well, once we graduate, anyway. If we could do that any old time, I wouldn't be sitting here with the demon Academy pretty-boy breathing down my neck.
"That was Prince," Icarus says to me as if my face looks like that of a person who cares, and he sits in a chair a few feet away from where I am on the couch, facing Blue, who is still oblivious to his presence. "He wanted to apologize to Blue for making her feel uncomfortable. I do hope that's all right with you, Blue-darling." He flashes a smile, and she blinks and looks up, staring. Apparently it's taking a moment to sink in. Blue's face goes flush and she crumples up the napkin, stuffing it in her pocket.
"Um... that's okay, I wasn't mad," she murmurs, crossing her legs and seeming to get smaller every second. I wouldn't mind it so much if I weren't worried she was going to disappear altogether and leave me with this scummy demon-in-training.
"Prince," Sara says, as if she recognizes the name. "He's one of the best students in your Academy, isn't he?" she inquires, stirring another cup of tea. She hasn't bothered to offer him any, and I suppose maybe she IS just being civil to him. Harmony DID ask us not to start trouble, and we wouldn't want to cause any grudges by being overly rude to demons just asking to come in and chat. It's not like Icarus and his friends are slobbering, mangy dogs. Demons or not, they give off this air of sophistication and social grace. I wonder if that was something they were taught or re-born with.
Hey, don't get me wrong. It doesn't mean I like the guy.