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Thoughts of an Angel
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Chapter One………………………………………A new change


“For my fallen angel, Till death do us part.”



Tears of an angel

I can no longer feel you my love,

I can no longer taste you my love,

No sight, no taste, it has all disappeared.

I can no longer smell your sweet scent,

Nor can I feel your soft touch,

My love I have become the monster in which you fear.

Will you run from me my love?

If so I shall run after you,

Chasing you down for all eternity till it kills me.


If it can…


Chapter 1: a new change


“When the sun falls and the day is drown by the darkness, night is born and with it, the creatures of the dark…” The children’s young sensei spoke loud and clear as he told them of the myths that had everyone spooked this time of year. This year was the Oni festival, this is the time of year were all the children and even some parents dress to look like demon’s (Halloween in other words, in America). It’s a great event each year and it even attracts a lot of tourists.
“Now class, please tell me what you plan to do this year at the Oni festival.” One by one the children shared what they were doing, some were going to the festival with their families and others were staying home for fear of the demons and the bad luck that it could bring. Every one in the class had shared their plans all but one, Yaru Rukasai.

Yaru Rukasai was a young student in the class, most likely the youngest in his class. He had light gray eyes with sandy blonde hair that complemented his skin tone. He was about 5’1 and didn’t weigh much ether. He was wearing a gray t-shirt with light blue skinny jeans and had several different necklaces hanging from his neck.
The children’s sensei walked to Yaru to find him not paying any attention and day dreaming instead. “Yaru? What do you plan to do for the oni festival?” Yamada sensei asked Yaru as he looked upon his tan face. “Nothing…” Yaru spoke quietly as he looked his sensei in the eye. He then crossed his arms and leaned back into his chair, slouching as he looked back to the white board.
Yamada Sensei just walked back to the front of the room disappointed in Yaru as always. He grabbed a red colored marker and began writing the homework on the bored. “Ok class, please copy this down.” He then stepped to the side so the children could do so. Once they were all done copying the bored they awaited for further instructions. “Alright this will be the homework, I want it done by next class.” He instructed. ‘Ding ding’ the bell rang loud, obnoxiously and with that the kids gathered there belonging’s and headed out the door. “Sayonara!” the student’s shouted as they left the class.

Just as Yaru gathered his belongings and headed for the door he was stopped by Yamada sensei. He was most annoyed and didn’t have a very pleased look on his face.
“Yaru lets have a little talk shall we?” Yamada sensei questioned as he sat down in his desk. His hands placed gently on his desk. The desk was a maple, colored, almond and had a bunch of papers laid out in some organized fashion. Yaru just sighed and sat on top of a desk that was set close to Yamada sensei’s desk in the front row.
“Ok I guess…” The boy crossed his arms over his chest, as his sensei begun.
“Yaru what is going on,” he started out, “ Is there anything wrong at home?”
“No…” Yaru looked away from Yamada sensei, trying to avoid his gaze.
“Are you sure?” He questioned one last time to give Yaru another chance to answer.
“Yes I’m sure…” Yaru took a deep breath nervously and let it out as he gave his full attention back to his sensei.
“Alright have it your way. If you ever need to talk though I’m here.” He spoke with a soft and welcoming tone.
“I know…can I go now?” Yaru was becoming more impatient and irritated by the moment. He didn’t like waiting on some one much; in fact it annoyed him more than any thing else.
“You may.” Yamada sensei gestured toward the entranceway. As he looked down at the papers he was required to grade.
Yaru quickly grabbed his belongings and dashed out the door without a second thought. He glided down a hall and around a corner that led to his locker. As he turned a sharp corner, to get to his locker that was just down the hall and a few inches away from the boys bathroom. He suddenly found himself lying on the floor face up with a throbbing headache.
“Oh are you ok?” a soft voice spoke lightly as a pale hand held out to Yaru. The amazed young gentleman looked up at the being before him. He had just run into a beautiful man one that appeared out of no were like a dream.
The man was taller and more muscular than Yaru was. He wore a black leather jacket with a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He had a red and black bandanna around his head that symbolized he was in a gang. His face was so unreal that it looked like it was carved from fine wood. His eyes were a golden yellow that matched his golden brown hair that hung in his face.
“Well? Are you ok kid?” He asked once more with a rough husky voice this time. His eyebrow raised as his hand extended farther to pull Yaru to his feet.
. “Y…Yes…” For some reason Yaru stuttered and his voice cracked in the back of his throat. He was unable to speak clearly, he felt he was under some kind of trans and tensed up.
“Well if your fine then I’ll be headin out, see ya around kid.” The young man just walked past Yaru and waved goodbye with the back of his hand.
“Oh umm… bye?” he chocked, “ Hey wait!” Yaru ran as fast as he could to catch up to this man that was already past the boys bathroom.
The man turned in the direction of the call, “Yes?” he asked.
“May I ask for your name, sir?”