Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ FALLEN ❯ The funeral ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

THE FUNERAL

. . . Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent,
it is plain and simple reduction of feeling...
People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's
damn hard to smile.
-Judith Guest

 

“May Gabriel be merciful on her lost soul. Praise is to the father, son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.” Said the priest, finishing his prayer. The gravediggers began to fill in the grave. Her mother wailed hysterically, being slightly over dramatic. Her father stood furthest away from the family, trying to make his presences unknown, thinking that he should have taken his little girl with him when he had the chance. He took one more puff form his cigarette and threw it to the ground, letting it fizzle out as he walked back toward the parking lot. Everyone else began to move back towards the church. Murmuring and whispering as they passed a boy dressed in a black tuxedo, a single red rose held in his hand tightly. The thorns pricked his palm, droplets of blood peeking out form the crevices of his fingers. Dark circles hugged his teal green eyes due to sleepless nights filled with her haunting memory. His eyes were fixed upon the tombstone; his jaw muscles were taught as that night played over and over again in his mind. His jet-black hair fell around his face like a dark shroud, hiding his quivering lower lip from the silent spectators. This boy… was her murderer and everyone there knew it, but they were simply too cowardly to say so.

“Jensang…come on…let's go.” His friend whispered. He was tall and casually muscular. He wore a grey suit with a blue shirt and red tie, his hair was died navy blue. He put his big hand on his shoulder. Jensang lifted his head just as something sent him colliding with the ground. Sending the rose flying out of his hand. He grabbed his throbbing shoulder and crawled over to it, his fingers skimming against the silky pedals, when someone's foot came crashing down on his hand. Jensang glared up at the man standing in front of him. He was about Jensang's height; his closed cropped hair was graying in the front. His blue eyes burned with a hatred so powerful it made Jensang wish he'd never come. The man moved his foot and lifted Jensang off the ground by his throat.

“So you're the one who did this to my little sister! How dare you show you're face here Kiddo?” he exclaimed, throwing

Jensang to the ground, as if he were some sort of unwanted toy. Everyone stopped to stare at the spectacle.

“Get up!” He growled, kicking Jensang in the stomach.

“Sean!” yelled her mother.

“Stay out of this mother!” Sean yelled. Jensang stood up slowly, receiving a hefty blow to the stomach. Jensang fell back to the ground, clenching his sides, trying to keep the vile liquid that crept up in his mouth inside. He crawled over to a tree and threw up.

“What? Over already!” Sean yelled as Grey stood in front of him.

“Back off pal.” Grey sneered.

“Sean! It's not his fault! Do you understand me?” yelled her mother, grabbing her son about the shoulders. Jensang stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He glared at Sean as he walked by. Her mother caught his wrist and forced him to look at her. “Did you love my little girl?” She whispered.

“…yes.” He heaved a heavy sigh, pulling away.

“Liar! If you cared about her at all then we'd be at your funeral!” Sean yelled punching Jensang in the face. Jensang stumbled back, holding his jaw. He was sick of being knocked down and being expected to get up every single time. He was tired of everyone expecting him to be the rock they all lean on. They being his friends, family, and sometimes even his enemies. He was just tired and couldn't keep a stiff upper lip like he promised those many years ago. He broke down. He gripped the chair next to him and threw it into the neat seating arrangement. He grabbed Sean about the collar of his tux, and pulled him down to his level.

“So kill me then!” he whispered. “If that I'll make you people feel better! I'M SORRY! Hell, I'm so sorry that I wish that God would be merciful enough not to wake me up anymore!” He yelled; a smile in his voice. He ran his hand over his eyes, looking up at the sky as tears flowed freely. “But none of that matters. It doesn't matter that I had no control over what she did! YOU! YOU PEOPLE won't give a damn! I loved her with all my heart! She is the ONLY girl I loved and will ever love! SO DON'T YOU DARE SAY OTHERWISE! She was the ONLY thing that kept me alive this long. So I'm sorry that you think my life wasn't worth saving. So give me your worst!” He yelled,

“Isn't waking up every day to a world without…without her punishment enough?” he sneered walking away, Grey running after him. He hugged Jensang tightly.

“It's alright.” Grey whispered, as Jensang struggled to break free.

“It's alright.” Grey said again. Jensang sobbed into his shirt.

“I'm fine! I'M FINE!” Jensang whimpered. They stayed that way until Jensang completely lost all energy to oppose Grey. Grey opened the car door and made sure Jensang got inside.

“You were starting to scare me.” Grey smiled, “I'd thought I'd lost you for good this time. You know… with that silence. This is the first time I've heard you say more than one or two things, or yell for that matter, since…well…you know.”

“Your point Grey?” Jensang whispered putting his head on the window, staring at the blurred country scenery fly by as they headed back towards the city.

“…I don't really have one.” Grey whispered sadly.

Jensang slammed the car door and lazily lifted his hand to show his thanks. He walked up the path to his house.

“Hey, Jensang!” Grey yelled from his blue Mercedes. Jensang stopped walking.

“Get some sleep will you?” Grey frowned.

“Sleep?” Jensang smiled, “The living dead don't `sleep'.”

 

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“And that was what he said happened at the funeral dad.” Takeyoshi [TAH-KEH-YO-SHE] Okinawa, Jensang's older brother, mumbled as he drank his coffee.

“So he talks to you eh? That was almost a month ago!” spat Lee Okinawa, Jensang's father, if he could even be called that.

“No actually that friend of his told me. Grey I think.” Take sighed, staring out the window over the kitchen sink.

“I still can't get the boy to talk to me!” Lee grimaced, running his hand over his salt and pepper stubble.

“Well can you blame him dad?”

“Now that's not fair Take! That was a long time ago.”

“You know what type of man-”

“Man? Please! The way he acts he's still a child!”

“You know his psyche; you know that he shuts things out. I guess now he's finally shut out the world.”

“What am I going to do with him Take? He doesn't listen to me or Mae anymore. Then again he was always a strange child.” Lee frowned. Take frowned too. “It's only because you made him feel that way dad! You made him feel like an outcast!” Take hissed. Both men turned their head towards the hallway were the step into the kitchen always creaked. Jensang stood in his school uniform.

“Jensang! Join us!” Take put on a smile.

“I'm late.” Jensang opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.

“Let me drive you. I was on my way out anyway.” Take got up hastily from the small table. “I'll call you when I get back from Tokyo, dad.”

“Take. It's okay. I can walk.” Jensang said blankly.

“I want to talk.” Take opened the garage door for his brother.

“I don't want to talk. I just want to go to school.”

“Just get in the car Jensang.” Take growled. Jensang sat down in the front seat.

“Alright, let's talk.” he sighed.

“He's been drinking a lot lately hasn't he?” Take said, pulling out of the garage.

“Yeah.” He whispered after a moment's silence.

“I know this is wrong, considering the fact that he's my father but your safety is more important. I want you to stay with me and Julia for a while.” Take sighed, glancing at Jensang.

“Take. You worry too much. He won't-”

“JENSANG! He will always come after you. Do you understand me?” Take growled, stopping the car in front of the school. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a golden key. “Just think about it.”

“Thanks but no thanks. I can take care of myself.” Jensang opened the car door and slammed it shut. Take shook his head and looked at the key, wishing that his younger brother had taken him up on his offer.

 

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Jensang sighed, another agonizingly painful day at his agonizingly painful school. It had been two months since he had been, well at least Prozac free. For those two months, he couldn't remember what life was really like. The last thing he did remember was being in the middle of the street, the lights of the ambulance flashing through the haze of the rain and the black bag they put her body in.

“Jensang!” Grey yelled. Jensang turned around slowly and yawned. “Yo.” He forced a smile.

“I'm surprised you came to school.” Grey smiled as his girlfriend Karin walked up beside him.

“Why?”

“You know with your…depression.” Grey whispered. Jensang scoffed. Grey had just found out that he'd had been taking anti depressants as if it wasn't obvious that he needed them.

“You know I'm not fragile Grey. My `condition' is shared with about half the population. So shut up already.”

“Sorry.”

“Let's just go to class.” Jensang sighed, walking into the school.

Jensang went through the day in a daze. He tried to focus but he kept falling asleep every time he closed his eyes. Sleep always seemed to want to play hide and seek with him at night.

“Jen! JEN! Wake up! School is over!” Grey yelled. Jensang sat up slowly. “Oh joy.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“HEY! Guess what!” Grey smiled, sitting on Jensang's desk.

“What?” Jensang grunted.

“My dad is throwing a party and I invited you!”

“Why?”

“Because they're always so boring without you coming. Besides my dad likes you! He asked me to invite you.”

“Alright. I'll be there.”

“Will your dad let you?” Grey frowned, looking at his hands.

“Don't worry about him; he'll be too drunk to notice I'm gone. It's my aunt I have to worry about.” Jensang smiled.

“Dress formally, it's at the seaside Inn resort. Six.”

“Will Karin be there?” Jensang scowled. Grey and Karin had been going out for two years now. The prefect couple almost.

“Lets just get this out of the way, cuz I'm gunna marry her, and you're going to be my best man so! Why don't you like her?” Grey frowned.
“I…don't know. There's just something about her. She's such a-”

“What was that about me jerk off?” Karin yelled from behind him, pulling at Jensang's face.

“LET GO!” Jensang yelled swatting at her hands. He rubbed his cheeks irritably. “God you're annoying!” He growled.

“Annoying! You're the one who's miserable all the time. I mean, you never go anywhere any more! All because of you're beloved Kida!” Karin smirked, kissing Grey on the cheek.

“News flash lover boy! She's been dead for two months! I don't think she's coming back!”

“I don't need you to remind me.” Jensang spat. He stood and grabbed his school bag.

“Leaving so soon?” She smirked.

“Go to hell!” Jensang yelled, leaving the classroom. He sighed when he got out of the musty school and crossed the street.

 

#

 

The phrase start from scratch means to start from nothing, to start over. Right now Jensang wanted to start from scratch. Maybe if he'd never been born the world would be a better place. Or at least the people's lives in his world.

“I'm home.” Jensang yelled, putting his keys down on the counter. He rolled his eyes. No one cared if he came home or not. Once he stayed with Grey for a full week, they didn't even call. He walked up the stairs and into his room, his small rectangular room that was only large enough to fit in a desk, his bed, which he'd outgrown when he was 13, and a small nightstand. He flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes. Reaching onto the nightstand, he grabbed two bottles of pills, one Prozac, the other sleeping pills, and a bottle of water. He took out two caplets from each and popped them into his mouth, following with a swing of water. Everything would fade away soon. That's what he wanted. He could live a lie for a while. If only just a little while. He reached up toward his ceiling and looked at the back of his hands. Watching as they came in and out of focus. He looked at his alarm clock that read 2:30. “Goodbye.” Jensang whispered as he drifted off to sleep.

Jensang yawned and stretched. “OOOHHH that was a good nap!” He purred.
“I'm glad you slept well.”

Jensang sat up straight as he looked over at his desk where Lee sat, an empty bottle of whiskey in his hand.

“I didn't mean to startle you.” Lee whispered a dazed smile on his face.

“What do you want?” Jensang sighed, his hand on his heart.

“It's been such along time…since I've seen you sleep so peacefully.”

“Are you drunk? What the hell do you want? I have things to do.” Jensang growled, getting out of bed.

“You look so much, so much like your-” He paused, glaring at the bottle as if it had just betrayed him in some way.

“Oh fuck.” Jensang sighed, regretting that he hadn't taken Take up on his offer.

“So much…like…” Lee clenched the bottle in his hand so tightly that it broke. He stood, fist clenched. Jensang turned on his heel, walking out of the room briskly. He tensed, waiting for the impact of Lee's fist.

“Don't turn your back on me!” Lee yelled from his doorway.
“It's been fun old man. We should beat me up more often. I just love it when we spend quality time together!” Jensang mumbled, “I have to take a shower.” He sighed, slamming the bathroom door.

 

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Jensang looked up at the seaside Inn Resort. It was one of those classy places. One where he didn't belong. Grey's father was a very wealthy man who had a particular fascination with finding the truth behind every legend or myth; even if there was only a grain of it, he would wrap himself in the mysterious pass of the lore until he found it.

“HEY! You made it!” Grey smiled, patting Jensang on the shoulder.

“Yeah. I'm here.” Jensang smiled uneasily, glancing at the press as they snapped pictures. Grey pulled him up the red carpet. Inside of the seaside Inn resort was a high ceiling, ballroom with marble floors. Thousands of chairs and tables spread across the entire room.
“Come on! My dad wants to see you!” Grey smiled heartily and pulled Jensang through the throng of people to the table on the stage.
“Dad!” Grey yelled. A tall, handsome man turned around, he didn't look a day older than 36 But that was Grey's father's secret. Really he was 56.

“Grey! Jensang! Glad you could make it!”

“Hi Mr. Izumi.” Jensang smiled, shaking his hand. “There was something I wanted to give you…but I don't quite remember where I put it.” Mr. Izumi patted himself down, “Grey do you know what I did with that little black box?”

“It's in your coat dad.” Grey sighed, rummaging through the black coat that hung on the chair that his father would be sitting in. Mr. Izumi smiled bashfully. “I swear I'd loose my head if it weren't attached.” He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, the way Grey always did when he was embarrassed. Grey shook his head and handed the velvety black box to his father.

“Here.” Mr. Izumi handed the box to Jensang. As soon as his fingers skimmed across the velvety surface he got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Chills running up and down his spine. “I can't accept this.” Jensang smiled.

“Nonsense! It belongs to you! Your mother asked me to give it to you when you were ready.”

“What do you mean when I was ready?” Jensang asked, opening the case. Inside was a string of turquoise prayer beads with the kanji for calm written on each polished bead.

“I don't know really. Your mother was a very mysterious woman. But what she did tell me is that it belonged to an ancestor of yours. Eriol Kiddo.” Mr. Izumi smiled faintly as he stared longingly at the black box.

“Oh.” Jensang smiled, remembering the stories his mother told of him.

“So. Grey's been telling me that you've been having a little trouble dealing with that girl.”

“What girl?” Jensang looked up from the case, snapping it shut.

“That Kida girl.” Mr. Izumi frowned, cradling the golden cross that rested on Jensang's chest in his hand.

“Dad!” Grey whispered.

“I um… I'm fine Mr. Izumi.” Jensang frowned, staring at his shoes.

“I see. So you are having trouble coping with her death.” Mr. Izumi gave Jensang a sympathetic look.

“Let just say I'm dealing with it in my own way.” Jensang growled, glaring at Grey.

“I see. Here's a bit of advice, its okay to bear a memorial of a happier time in your life. But don't let it become the weight that drags to the darker ones. Okay?” he patted Jensang on the shoulder.

“Yes sir.” Jensang smiled uneasily.

“Well you two can go now I guess. I know you don't want to sit through this boring party.”

“What are you talking about dad? We'd love to stay!” Grey smiled, patting his father on the shoulder.

“Are you kidding me? I don't even want to be here and it's my party.” Mr. Izumi smiled, ruffling Grey's hair.

“Fine. Have it your way. We'll be on the roof if you need us.” Grey sighed as he walked back into the mass of people, Jensang following behind. Grey sighed, pushing open the door that led to a set of stairs. They walked in silence. Grey pushed open the door at the top of the eight flights of steps.
“Let's get this party started!” Grey yelled, stepping through the door.

“Yeah, the three of us. A real party.” Jensang grunted, running into Grey.
“You know on second thought Jensang maybe you should just go home!” he said, trying to push Jensang back down the steps.

“You drag me all the way here, AND THEN you tell me to leave. Bump that! I'm staying!” Jensang pushed past Grey. He didn't try to hide his sneer as he stared at the girl he disliked for majority of his life. Karin and another girl turned around, who were sitting on a blanket. There was a table set up of the far side of the roof with food, drinks and music set up on it.

“Yeah, the four of us. A real party.” Jensang grunted.

“Finally!” Karin smiled. Getting up and hugging Grey. “I'm cold!” She smiled. Grey pulled back and looked at her, confused.

“What is she doing here?” he whispered.

“I thought it would be good for Jensang to have someone here with him, so I invited Risa.” Karin smiled as Risa walked up behind them.

“I believe you have met Jensang already so no intro needed.” She said, clapping her hands together. Jensang grabbed Karin's arm.

“What the hell are you trying to pull here Karin?” he hissed.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” She gave him a cheap smile and walked over to Grey.

“Look at it this way you have some one to keep you…busy?” Grey whispered.

“Yeah. I do.” Jensang smiled through gritted teeth as he tried to his best to smile.

“I knew you liked me! I just knew it!” She squealed.

“What?” Jensang barked.

“All the other girls are going to be so jealous! I'm so happy you finally realized what a tramp Kida was and how devoted I really am!”

“Um…Risa…maybe you should leave Jensang alone right now.” Grey pulled her away from him.

“Why?” She asked as Jensang glared at her.

“He's a little touchy about `that tramp'. So why don't you go over there and talk to Karin hm? Okay? Okay!” Grey smiled, pushing her into Karin. Grey stood in front of Jensang and grabbed him about the shoulders. “Breath Jensang! Come on! Breathe! Just relax. She didn't mean a lick of it!” Grey smiled nervously, glancing over his shoulder at Karin.

“This place has a really nice view.” Jensang smiled, walking over to the refreshment table. He pulled the velvet box out of his pocket and looked at the treasure it held within. It only made him think of how much he didn't belong in the Okinawa family. All real Okinawa men had hazel eyes. Jensang's were green, like his mom's and that's why he took her last name. Jensang slammed the box shut and stuffed it back into his pocket. He took a deep breath, breathing the fire out of his lungs and grabbed a beer. He took a deep swig of it and looked over at the others. “If you can't beat `em, join `em!” Jensang whispered as he walked over to them.

About ten beers later Jensang began to feel the light-headed joy of his buzz. He smirked as he swung his leg wildly over the ledge of the building. The sun was just setting over the water. The biting chill of night beginning to set in.

“Um…Jensang…I was hopping that maybe…you and I could…go out sometime.” Risa sat next to Jensang of the ledge of the building. She was humbled by the warm liquor that ran through her body.

“Why on Earth would I want to date a snooty bitch like you?” Jensang looked at her coldly. Risa stood up, and ran out the door.

“You dick!” Karin hissed as she ran after her friend.

“Jin…the least you could have done was tried.” Grey sat next to him. Jensang took a swig of beer. “Why would I want to `try' with her? She's too much of an SOB to do anything with.” He sniffed.

“Damn…that's the second time you've done that to her. Poor girl.” Grey laughed. Jensang and Risa went all the way back to middle school. Jensang found himself exploring the world of crushes and had a huge crush on Kida. But Risa had a crush on Jensang; when she told him, he rejected her nicely. Then she took it too far when she and her friends went and beat up Kida. Right then and there Jensang began to hate her. Thinking her, petty and ignorant. He wanted to mess her and her friends up as badly as they did Kida. He told her off instead, and she ran off crying just the same.

“Not my fault. She chose to be my enemy.” Jensang took another sip.

“What am I going to do with you?” Grey smiled, leaning back. Jensang sighed and looked down at the water. The setting sun reflecting off the surface.

“Grey…you know what the sun looks like?” Jensang glanced over at him. Grey shook his head.

“It looks like the sun is bleeding into the water, and the moon is trying to save her. But he can't…every time he's too late. So he fades away in the light of the sun's rebirth and falls in love with her all over, only to watch her die again.” Jensang smiled at the look of disgust etched into Grey's features.

“That's sick!” Grey chuckled.

“What can I say, I'm a sick person.” Jensang laughed. He looked at Grey and frowned, he was giving him that `are you okay' look. He scowled and turned away. “No…I'm not.” He whispered. Grey sighed.

“Figures. So what is it this time? Your dad? Your aunt Mae? Kida?” Grey sighed.

“It's me.” Jensang stood up.

“What?” Grey chuckled in disbelief.

“I'm my problem…more like this life is my problem. It just feels like…I'm fading away…like none of this is real. Like an illusion…and I'm going to disappear with it, you know? No one's even going to remember me Grey.” He smiled shifting his weight so that he was on the balls of his feet. Grey frowned, not amused at all.

“Don't say stuff like that Jin…it makes me think you're going to do something horrible.”

“I'm not suicidal!” Jensang yelled.
“Hold that thought.” Grey sighed, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket as it vibrated in his hand. He flipped the phone open and smiled. “Hey sis, what's up? . . . Yeah…yeah okay. I'll be right there!” Grey hung up the phone and walked towards the stairs.

“Hey Jin! I'll be right back. I gotta go pick up my little sister.” He sighed. Jensang glanced back at him and nodded. Grey closed the door hurried down the steps.

“Where are you going?” Karin grabbed his collar. Grey looked up and smiled.

“Oh, I gotta go get my little sister out of a jam. I should be back in an hour or so. But, I need you to do me a favor.”

“Depends on what it is.” Karin smirked.
“Don't bad mouth Kida. You may not have liked her because she got to Jin first. And don't give me your bullshit I know you like him. But Kida was my friend too! So if you like me enough then please don't say anything about her while I'm gone! After what he just said to me… God only knows what he'll do.” Grey ran his fingers through his dark blue hair. Karin pulled his ear and smiled. “Fine…only because I like you.” She kissed him playfully.
“Thank you.” Grey smirked, kissing her on the cheek. Karin watched Grey disappear around the corner. She walked back up to the roof and closed the door quietly. Jensang stood by the refreshment table swaying to the hypnotic trance music playing softly. He shivered when he felt Karin's arms wrap around his chest.

“Wow you actually let me sneak up on you ninja boy. Or are you just fooling with me cutie?” She whispered in his ear.

He pursed his lips together and pulled her hands from around his torso. Karin grabbed his hand and turned him around “Dance with me. You know you want to!”

“No… I don't dance.” He chuckled, staggering into her as she pulled him forward.

“You used to…when Kida was still alive.” Karin wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, shoving her tongue into his mouth. Jensang's eyes widened with fury. He pushed her back and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “What the fuck is your problem?!?”

“I'm just having a little fun.” She smirked.

“Have you forgotten that I'm your boyfriend's best friend?!?”

“But he's not here is he?”

“That doesn't make it right! I thought you liked him!” Jensang scratched his head. He turned around when she didn't answer. “Karin?” He glanced around the eerily quiet rooftop. He rolled his eyes and turned back around.

Before him stood a woman with wavy brown locks that flowed to her back. Her eyes were black with glints of red.

Her scent made Jensang feel nostalgic. She donned armor of crimson with a gold trim.

“Well, well, well. I come here looking for an old friend and I find myself a traitor. This day just can't get any better can it Cain?” The woman smirked. Jensang looked to his left and to his right and then back at the woman. A crooked smile tugged at the corner his of lips.

“I think you have me confused with someone else.” Jensang shook his head. In the blink of an eye her hand was around his neck. She threw him backwards into the metal door, denting it. He fell to the ground and gasped, cringing in pain. Smiling like a mad woman, she approached Jensang.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. How disappointing. And how I longed to pluck those pretty wings of yours.” She smirked, picking him up by his collar. “Let's go for a ride shall we?” Jensang's eyes grew wide as she sprouted two ebony wings from her back. He tried to pull her hands away as they rose higher and higher into the air. He got a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach; he never cared much for heights. The woman threw him back down to the rooftop. The cement crumbled beneath him, sending Jensang plummeting into the ballroom below. Jensang cried out in pain as he slammed into the cold marble floor before everything went black.

“Aw. Don't tell me the fights over already babe.” Said the warrior angel as she ascended through the hole in the roof. She summoned power to her fingertips, a flaming sword appearing in her hand. “I was just getting warmed up!” she smiled.

 

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Mr. Izumi stopped in the middle of his sentence as something came crashing through the rooftop and onto the marble floor. He laughed nervously behind the pedestal as he looked up at the ceiling then back at the crowd that began to form around the thing that had fallen through it. He pushed his way through the crowd and gasped. “What the hell are you kids doing up there?” he mumbled under his breath. The entire left side of Jensang's face was covered in blood, his right arm looked dislocated and his leg was defiantly broken. “Someone call an ambulance!” He yelled, checking Jensang's vital signs. `He's alive in there… somewhere' he thought as he removed his cream-colored handkerchief from his blazer pocket and did his best to wipe away the blood. A familiar scent filled his nostrils as his eyes darted above him. Anger welled up inside of him as he glared at the warrior angel.

“Nephilim!” The woman smiled a vile smile that made his stomach churn. Speaking in the tongue of the messenger, an odd language whispered by the sons and daughters of God. Nephilim, the offspring of the sons of God and the daughters of man, a half-breed. Like angels, they had powers, but were rare to find, the power that dwelled inside them was more than often too much to handle. It drove most of them insane, and they had to be killed.

“This fight does not concern you. If you wish to live, then I suggest you back away from that criminal!” She growled. Mr. Izumi didn't say anything as he tensed, repressing his other half. He had dealt with her kind before. When he didn't have control over his `other half'. Sixth in the choir of angels, warriors that have vowed to protect the cosmos and humanity. The warrior angels with flaming swords, The Powers. The only question that plagued him now was why were they after Jensang?

 

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Jensang fell deeper and deeper into his state of unconsciousness, praying for the cold embrace of death. Not that God would give him that grace.

“Get up fool. Or is it simply that you don't have the strength to do so? I don't know why I thought you were any different. All you humans are just the same. Just as fragile, just as ignorant.” An irritated voice rang out through the darkness.

“Leave me alone.” Jensang whispered, feeling an invisible force jerk him forward.

“Not yet. I can't let you die until I take back what's mine. Not yet.” The voice whispered back. Jensang squinted as a figure encompassed in white light appeared before him.

“Give me your hand.” It said.

“No! Leave me alone! Let me sleep!” Jensang yelled, his words slurred as the figure bent down and grabbed his wrist.

“NO!” Jensang yelled as he sat up in the empty ballroom. His hands roamed his body quickly, searching for his pervious injuries and found none. The moonlight shown brightly through the large whole in the ceiling that he had made. He looked around and gulped as his eyes fell on the corpse of Mr. Izumi. Jensang took a slow rigid breath as his fingers trailed over the cauterized wound that went from his naval to his scalp. Who could have done this? He heard the double click of a lighter as his eyes darted to its small glow in a shadow encompassed corner of the room.

“It's about time you woke up. I was beginning to get bored.” The woman bought the cigarette to her crimson lips. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself? Keeping a lady waiting like this hm? Then again you were always the rude type eh Cain?” she smirked. Jensang eyed her suspiciously and moved back some. The red armor she was wearing was scattered about the room. She was now dressed in a white, silk slip that went down to her ankles. She slipped off the over turned table she'd been sitting on. Smoke billowed from her lips as her feet touched down on the cold marble floor.

Jensang gulped and tired to find his voice. She slowly swaggered over to him and smiled kindly. Now that she wasn't trying to kill him she seemed familiar, much gentler. The closer she got the more Jensang wanted to bow down to her. Her elegant face gave off a sickly glow in the radiant moonlight. Her dark locks glittered as if each strand were made out of dark shards of glass. “Y-you-” he stammered as her hand caressed his face.

“Jensang Kiddo correct?” she smiled, blowing smoke in his face. He nodded slowly.

“You have something that is very precious to me Jensang Kiddo. And I want it back understand?” she stroked his cheek. “Tell him for me…that if he doesn't come out now. I'll force him out. And that won't be too pleasant for you. It may very well break you.” The woman kissed his cheek, leaving her scarlet lipstick on his pale skin. Jensang shuddered and pulled away. The woman sighed and stood up quickly, a smirk plastered on her face. “You know Cain, I like you better as a human. You're so fragile, so…weak.” She smiled, sprouting two black wings. Jensang backed away quickly, fear spiked in the pit of his belly, making him gag. She grabbed his collar and propelled herself through the ceiling. She dropped him on the rooftop and circled back.

“I see your still holding onto the memory of that jezebel hm? You know lust is a sin.” She smirked, dangling a golden cross in front of his face. Jensang's hand flew to his chest as he felt around. It was gone. The necklace that Kida had given him, the last thing he had of her. “Give it back!” Jensang pleaded frantically. She flew over to the edge of the building, making sure she was just out of his reach.

“Come get it.” She smiled, placing the necklace around her neck. Jensang growled and let out a deep breath, breathing the fire out of his lungs. He crouched down and charged at her. He stopped a few feet short from the edge of the building, falling to his knees. He'd lost all control of his limbs. The woman was chanting.

“Awaken the one who hides with in, his heart is black and riddled with sin.” Jensang felt light headed and dizzy, like he was drunk again. He felt his body move with out willing it to. He rose into the air, his arms spread crucifix style.

“Arise! Come out!” she yelled. Jensang grunted as he felt a slight pain in his back. He cried out in pain as his ribs broke and shifted, new bones growing in their stead. He panted and thrashed against his invisible bonds, wanting desperately to claw at the burning skin on his back.

The woman smirked and got close to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Does it hurt Jensang? Does it? I feel so sorry for you if it does. This will be nothing, compared to your death. Heh, oh yes, there will be pain.” She smirked, plunging her fingertips into his belly, breaking the seal that was placed upon his `other half' by the counsel of elders so long ago. Blood flooded his mouth and flowed over his lower lip. “Can you see their faces, the faces of your brothers, your sisters, all begging for mercy at your feet? Can you?” she smiled.

 

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Jensang looked down to see a sword impelled through his stomach where her fingers had been. He was hallucinating, he had to be. Around him was once a beautiful garden now a set blaze. He was angry and nothing would stop him from finishing what he'd started. A blind rage. Before him was a woman brought down to her knees, blood oozing from the various gashes on her body. “Please! PLEASE HAVE MERCY JENSEL! IT WAS NOT ME! IT WAS NOT ME!” she yelled, grabbing on to the robes Jensang wore. Jensang raised the sword above his head as he looked down into the eyes of his enemy, so full of fear and anguish. He felt a menacing smile tug at his lips as he brought his sword down on the woman's back, cutting off her wings. He laughed insanely as the she shrieked in pain. Jensang felt something warm in his right hand, another sword, a flaming one. Hissing and spitting as it cut through the air, meeting the woman's vulnerable flesh, incarcerating the wound. Her head rolling to his feet.

 

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Jensang blinked slowly, coming to. He took in a slow, ridged breath before letting out a screech of pain as the skin on his back stretched and ripped as two wings sprouted from his back, one black, the other white. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he fell back down to the cold cement floor of the roof. She touched down and watched him sob and wither in pain, his blood soaked wings acting as shroud.

“Get up.” She growled in the tongue of the messenger. She sighed, walking over to him, her arms folded across her chest. She was growing impatient with his with his `defiance'. He stopped shaking and flexed his wings, the blood flying off.

“Kanna!” he growled, clenching his fist. She smiled; it'd been so long since she heard his voice. He stood up glowering at her. One eye green, the other a cloudy blue.

“Cain.” She walked over to him, hugging him tightly.

“What have you done?” He whispered, pulling away. He touched his stomach.

“What do you mean what have I done? I've broken the seal.” She stepped forward.

“WHICH WAS NOT MEANT TO BE BROKEN BY YOU!” he yelled, she slammed the wall and looked up at him angry, the force of his astral power was much stronger than she remembered.

“Your day of recognition has yet to come. But I grew so impatient I decided to make you come out a little earlier. I know just how late you can be. Like when you had to save Asuka. Too little, too late eh Cain?”

“I am nothing like that waste of flesh, Kanna.” Jensang said, his voice sounded like his own, though over shadowed by something darker.

“Hm… you behave like him. A disgrace to God, killing your own blood like that. And during the time the war, when we needed you most.”

“They deserved to die. Now do whatever it is you have come to do so he can get on with his wretched life.” He sneered. Kanna smirked as she sprouted wings that failed in comparison to Jensang's. She flew up so that she was on his eye level. “Hm…how ironic. The one time I befriend you and I have to kill you.”

“You speak of such a task as if it is an easy one.”

“Enough talk!” Kanna launched her fist at Jensang's head. He tilted his head to the side, missing her fist by a long shot.

“A futile effort.” Jensang smiled.

Kanna attacked repeatedly but all to no avail. She screamed in frustration, summoning a flaming sword to her hands. She spun around thrusting the sword at her opponent. Jensang winced, as the sword lay lodged into his shoulder, the sweet smell of burning flesh, wafting on the air. Kanna smirked “It hurts doesn't it?” she said as Jensang pulled it out. She swung the sword again, this time hitting the tip of his left wing. Jensang screamed through gritted teeth. He growled at her, his eyes becoming black, he was beginning to take hold of the mortal's body.

“Ah, ah, ah we can't have that.” Kanna punched him in his nose and hacked the sword into his thigh.

 

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Jensang wiped blood from his lower lip. The sun had long set and Kanna still fought.

“Why don't you just give up little one?” Jensang taunted.

“THIS ENDS!” Kanna yelled. To Jensang's surprise, she began to sing. He felt paralyzed almost. Everything began to get blurry. `Loss of blood. ' He thought as he slumped down a little.

“S-stop, stop it.” Jensang reached for her throat. She smiled at him and pulled him close to her.

“Do you remember how it feels to be helpless? I mean how could the all mighty `Cain' ever feel helpless?” She pressed her lips to his, smiling as he withered in disgust. Jensang wheezed as she let go of him. He slumped down, squeezing his eyes shut. He was spent. He had used too much energy, fighting with her in this `half way' state. If he wasn't careful he would kill his host on his own. And he had to stay alive, just so he could have the satisfaction of squeezing the last breath out of her. He glared up at her as she flew away. He let the rage swell and fester within his chest as he watched her wings. Stained with the blood of the countless adversaries that had fallen by her hand. He would stay alive a little longer, if only to kill her.

“Goodbye my beloved Cain. You will not be missed.” Kanna smirked. Jensang glanced around; he was surrounded. More of God's winged messengers carrying bows and arrows all aimed at him.

Like a chain reaction, every angel fired one after another. Jensang was left screaming in the mass, absolutely helpless as each one found a way to pierce his body. He laughed insanely as he straightened up. The arrows disintegrating.

“FOOLS! I AM A CHERUBUM! YOU ACTUALLY THINK THAT THOSE DAMN TWIGS CAN STOP ME?!” He laughed again.

“Arrogant bastard!” Someone yelled as they fired another arrow. Jensang's pupils narrowed as the arrow logged itself between his shoulder blades and dispersed. He cursed under his breath as he fought to keep consciousness. He gasped as though the wind had been knocked out of him. His entire left wing had been severed. Jensang turned around slowly and glared at his assassin. Kanna stood behind him, a bloody sword in her hand. “H-how could you do this?” He wheezed hugging her torso, His hand running up her neck. “Little one…is not so little anymore?” he smiled as he ripped the cross necklace from her neck as he plummeted to the water. He crashed onto the surface hard. Spiraling down to the ocean floor, letting the water slowly fill his lungs.

 

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Jensang walked down the quiet aisle. His mind had taken him to the movie theater where old movies like `Sayonara' played. He looked up; his mother was on the screen looking at him, blood drizzling from the corner of her mouth.

“I love you Jensang.” she whispered. These were his memories. The one where his mother died. The screen went black and he sighed. The projector flared to life again, flashing pictures on the big white screen.

“Come on Jensang! We're gunna be late for school!” said a girl with ocean blue eyes and waist length black hair, holding a dark blue umbrella.

“Don't rush me!” Jensang smiled as he took her hand and put his arm around her waist, getting her almost as wet as he. They began to walk across the street from her house. “…I…I love you.” Jensang whispered in her ear. Kida looked at him, astonished.

“What?” She asked, touching the cross dangling from her neck.

“I love you Kida.” Jensang stopped walking. Kida blushed, giving him a gentle smile. It was the first time he had ever said that he loved her. She dropped the umbrella and caressed his check with her fingers.

“I know.” She smiled, hugging him tightly. Jensang frowned, it wasn't exactly the answer he'd been looking for, but he'd stay with her as long as it made her happy, then he could be happy. Kida gasped and tore Jensang away from her, pushing him onto the other side of the street. Jensang sat and watched in horror as a car veered by at full speed. Not even stopping to see the beautiful creature it just hit.

“K-Kida…Kida…get up.” Jensang whispered, crawling over to Kida's bloody corpse. He held her in his arms. She was still breathing slow ragged breaths. Her bloodied hand touched his cheek.

“It hurts.” She sobbed. Jensang shushed her, holding her wrist.

“Don't talk! You're going to be fine! SOMEONE HELP!” he turned his head, becoming panicked. Kida pressed her finger to his lips. She winced as she pulled the necklace from around her neck and put it in his hand.

“I love you Jensang.” She smiled. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her hand dropped from his. Even though it was raining, he refused to cry. He choked back as many tears as he could while pleading for her to get up, over and over again.

“Kida please…. please get up. You have to!” He sobbed, burying his face in her lifeless body.

The screen went blank again; his heart was hurting. Why hadn't it been him? Kida…she had her whole life a head of her. She was smart, beautiful…sophisticated. The movie theater faded away and Jensang was left alone in his unconsciousness. A butterfly fluttered past his down cast face. He looked up and smiled wearily as it landed on his finger. `Don't cry Jensang! You can be it this time' it said in a sweet voice. Jensang looked at the small, colorful insect that rested on his finger. It flew away towards a girl with long blonde hair. She smiled at him and beckoned for him to come. She glowed in the darkness, the only light for miles. Jensang stared at the stained glass window behind her. He'd seen before, at Take's church in London. It depicted the back of an angel, wings spread and arms outstretched. It was a very peculiar picture to have depicted in a church. If you looked at it out of the corner of your eye it looked as though the angel were falling. `Tag, you're it. ' the girl whispered.

“What?” Jensang whispered back before he was jerked back to reality.

 

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