Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Tassadar's Legacy: Chronicles: Dark Light ❯ Heaven Or Hell? ( Chapter 2 )

Akira groaned as the warmth seeped into her body and, shivering, she turned her face out from Angel's coat to look at her surroundings and groaned again. An empty room. He had brought her to a completely empty room devoid of any effects whatsoever. The walls and ceiling are a dull metal grey and the floors are planks of polished wood one might find on a gym floor. It was quite possibly the most depressing, dreary, empty room Akira had ever seen. After a few moments of clinging to Angel wishing this were some kind of nightmare and knowing it couldn't be. She never dreamed of anything this bizarre before. She'd had weird dreams before, but this dream is just to bizarre to be a dream.

Finally Akira loosened her hold on Angel after it finally seeped into her brain just who exactly she's clinging to, and Angel set her down and regarded her impassively as Akira took a few steps back from him. Angel said, “You need not fear me.” Akira rubbed her arms and couldn't think of anything to say. Silently, Angel turned and walked over to a wall, and touching it, a plain brown door appeared. Angel turned back to her and said, “This will be your room.” That snapped Akira out of her stunned silence and she said, “What?” Angel looked at her and it unnerved her. She couldn't see his face through his mask, so there was no telling how he was looking at her. Did he think she was an idiot. She grew defensive at the idea and said, “I'm not staying here, Abyssal Angel.”

A few moments silence passed before Angel said, “You are being hunted. Currently, there are approximately five million people looking for you, not including Artificial Intelligence Units or robots. I offer you sanctuary from their eyes.” Akira eyed him like he's crazy and said, “Why should I believe you? Why would that many people be searching for me?” Angel turned away and said, “Because wherever I go, you're not far behind, and have been for the past two years. They have linked you to me because of it and hunt you to get to me. I know there are that many people after you, because that's how many people are actively searching for me.” Akira just stared. She couldn't believe this. Angel gestured to the door and said, “I suggest you rest. You have been through an ordeal and a sleep cycle should help you deal with the process.”  Akira frowned at him and said, “I'll go to be when I feel like it, not when you say so or suggest it.”

Again, Angel regarded her impassively, then showing more emotion than she'd seen from him so far, he shrugged and said, “Do as you wish.” With that, he walked to the center of the room, sat down cross legged, and fell into meditation, his own version of sleep. Akira stood there watching him for a while. Abyssal Angel had turned out to be anything like she expected. Cold and impassive described him well. Heartless could follow easily, yet he had been none of these things to her. Despite being cool and showing less emotion than a rock, she couldn't help but remember his firm but gentle hold on her the entire time they escaped, and how he'd risked himself to defend her. Angel didn't stand up for anyone. He only kept the peace in the background through fear, subterfuge, and death. This Abyssal Angel seemed a mere shadow of the nightmarish rumors flying throughout Metropolis One and the rest of the colonies.

Finally, she turned and walked over to the door leading to the place where she would sleep, she refused to call it her own room, and opened the door, and her eyes went wide. If the last room had been bare and depressing, this room is it's antithesis. Kicking off her shoes, she let her toes sink into the rick deep dark red carpeting and eyed the pearl white walls, solid oak dresser complete with full body mirror, open walk in closet, and the four poster bed with lavender curtains. A large digital picture frame hung on the wall that certainly emulated a window to the outside, showing an incredible view overlooking Metropolis one as far as her eyes could see. She could only imagine how much more incredible the view would be during the day. She took a deep breath and smelled lavender in the air, her favorite.

Another door off to her right stood out against the wall, flanked by pictures of violets and purple roses. Walking through the door, she took in the sight of the most gorgeous bathroom she'd ever seen. Easily the same size as the bedroom, a large Jacuzzi style bathtub took up half the room. A toilet sat in the corner, and along a good portion of the wall opposite the tub is a long mirror and one deep sink. Next to the door is a massage chair complete with manicure equipment and a hairstylists dome. Along the wall between the toilet and bathtub are rows upon rows of shelves of nearly every single hygiene and hair care product that she could possibly imagine. She ran a finger along the paraffin wax heater and easily decided she had to be in heaven. Turning on the water, which to her delight, cascaded from the ceiling against the back wall exactly like a waterfall, she quickly stripped out of her clothes and sank into the warm water and sighed in bliss. Taking her time washing, Akira thought back to her host and decided he couldn't be all that bad if he had created all of this just for her. After all, the door hadn't even been there until she showed up.

Once finished with washing her hair, she stood up from the water and looked around to find a number of large towels hanging on a rack behind the massage chair she hadn't noticed before. She walked over and grabbed one and wrapped up her hair, then wrapped up her body. Grabbing another towel to wipe up the floor, she stared in surprise that there were no water trails. Staring down, she watched as water dripped off her body, fell onto the floor, then disappeared as if the floor wasn't even there. She knelt down and touched the spot where a drop of water had slipped through. It felt solid. She'd never seen technology like this before, in all the places she'd travelled, and Metropolis One is supposed to be the lead developer in new tech! Standing up, and feeling sufficiently dry, she sat down in the massage chair and squeaked as it seemed to change shape to form itself around her. She wondered if she should be offended or not for having just been felt up by a chair. Deciding not to, she looked over the side of the chair and spotting a remote, she picked it up and eyed all the different options in surprise.

Akira had seen massage chairs before, but the controls usually changed mechanical aspects of the massage. This remote has a digital display listing a number of massages offered at a massage parlor like Swedish massage, acupressure, deep tissue, and many more she didn't recognize. Selecting Swedish, the screen changed to a display that looked like a volume selection, except one end said hard, and the other said soft. Suddenly the chair started to lean back till it's nearly flat, and then to Akira's utter surprise, it felt as if hands started reaching through the chair to give her a massage. Half an hour later the chair stopped and Akira got up after having nearly fallen asleep in bliss. Unraveling her hair, she toweled it the rest of the way dry and brushed it, then wiping her body dry, she let the towels drop to the floor, only mildly surprised when they sank through, and two new warm folded towels appeared on the towel rack.

Yawning, she made her way into the bedroom and pulled back the curtains and the bed covers, and slipped in between the sheets. She nearly moaned. Silk sheets. She seriously considered whether or not she'd really died back at that concert hall and had made it to heaven. Snuggling down, she let her mind drift wherever it will, settling on how she would thank Angel, and deciding to resolve the mystery between his cold hard persona with the kind generous person who gave her this room and the bathroom, then she fell asleep.