Tittle: Angel's Flight Chapter 6: I Think They Know Author: Lady Hiko Rating: Pg Email: ladyhiko@yahoo.com URL: www.geocities.com/ladyhiko How did they remain alive with their past forms dead? It just didn't make any sense to me. I mean...how?...I was starting to get a headache. It just didn't make any sense; it went against all laws of nature and time in one arching swoop. Maybe their past forms weren't dead...Hey, you never know. Right? Right?! So with this in mind, I fastened my hold against the bed even tighter, creeping along the bed around to the other side to see the other Damion. He was still, and very pale. His lips were purple-ish and I couldn't detect any movement. Reaching one wobbly hand towards the palened past Damion, my hand hovered over his pale cold cheek. Stupid move. By removing my hand, I had taken away one of the few things holding me up, sending me careening forward. I landed on the past Damion...He was ICE cold. No air moved through his lungs, no light shone from his eyes...no blood coursed through his veins. He was dead, and dead for a while at that. But something did catch my eye. Over to my left, blurred in my hazened vision there was movement. Through the corner of my eye I could see movement, rigid movement, but movement at that. I turned my head and saw it. Though the present Jarod seemed to be soundly asleep, the past one seemed to be on the move and awake. On instinct alone, I pushed myself off the bed and deciding it was probably safer, I crawled towards the distant Jarod's bed. I could hear him as I got nearer. His breaths, they were in rigid, painful, gasps...kind of reminded me of when... Shoving that thought out of my head I grabbed onto past Jarod's sheets and pulled myself up to look at him face to face. He too was pale, his face looking remarkably like his hair. Looking down at him, he seemed so fragile with his eyes so unfocused, unlike his usual jubilant self. It was like as though he could hear; more like feel my thought process as his eyes suddenly came into focus. He just stared at me a moment, not knowing who I was, just seeming so perplexed. "Who...who are you?" he asked, his voice sounding more like a choke than anything. Sweeping a hand over him to remove a damp lock from his face, I whispered, " You don't know me, but I know you. My name is Angela." My hand made contact with his forehead. It was clammy and cold, a sure sign of death. His body was beginning to shut itself down. "W-why did they do this to me? I was loyal, what had I done?" "You followed your heart." He looked at me oddly. "You would have followed your heart." "How would you know that?" "I am from the future, what might have been. In following your heart, you saved the lives of my mother and father, but your love died at your master's hands. ... Yes, I know you have no idea what I'm talking about, but believe me I know what I am talking about. ... You would have been beautiful, she would have given her heart to you." I said, finally beginning to understand where this was all coming from. I could feel her in me, the true essence of Venus. Her heart, her feelings, her emotions...her love, swirled within me, throughout me like some vibrant golden songbird on the eaves of sunny winds. It was like I was she and she was me all in one, and it hurt me more than ever to see him like this. "Please... Please..." he rasped. "Show me what she would have looked like." I nodded as the feeling, that golden exuberant feeling, swirled out of me, around me, up me, giving ME *her* form. Locks of black were replaced with tendrils of gold and curves filled out giving me the look of the illustrious Venusian. "Like this," I whispered, voice no longer my own, but hers. The look in Jarod's eyes was enough to break one's heart. It was the look of a man dying, wishing he wasn't for a love he knew he never would have and still had lost, knowing it all was for a cause not worth dying for. It wasn't his fault; he didn't know any better. No one knows whether they're on the right side or wrong until something or someone can prove it to them...or unless it is too late. Venus had taken over my body and through my teary eyes, no, they were her teary eyes, she leaned down over him. Their lips touched in the sweetest of butterfly kisses as tears fell down his face, whether hers or his is really unknown. He let out a calm sigh and closed his eyes. And as the heart monitor's alarm went off, Venus left my body to me as I collapsed onto the bed. And as the nurses came to usher me off the bed and as my vision began its fade back to the middle world, I could almost see them, those two. Enwrapped in the powerful yellow light that empowered me so much they were, standing arm in arm, dissipating within the golden mist. And as my mind began to fade, a realization came along. Perhaps when another's form moves on and the spirit leaves this world, you don't always die. It is the old spirits decision, and though you may not believe it, there is always someone waiting for you on the other side. Sometimes it is someone you already knew, and sometimes it is someone you've never known, just realizing it was you they were waiting for in their life. In a haunting voice cast from the mist, I heard her whisper, "There is someone waiting for you out there. Don't give up, you still have a chance..." ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~` I awoke once again to the light of the sun, fogged dreams of gold still lingering in the edges of my mind. I wanted to clear the sleep from my eyes, but my arms felt uncannily heavy. I looked down to find the tubes going through me once again. Kami I hated those. I mean really, do you know how long I am going to have marks from those? Heck, do you know how much those things hurt? Sure, I am a senshi, and therefore heal quicker, but still, that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt! Still, I do wonder, how long have I been out this time? I mean it's sunny again, but being possessed by another does drain you of a lot of energy. I mean it could have only been one day or an entire week! <...> Panic gripped me causing me to try, key word try, to get up out of bed, that is, until I realized something. Alan and Anne were right under their noses for months and they didn't realize it, so why should I fear? Heck, how long have they known Tuxedo Mask and not made the obvious connection that the main antagonizer was Tuxie and that the main meatball head in his world was none other than the super heroine of Juuban? I have nothing to worry about. And besides, if they took a blood sample, their results would come up inconclusive. The most they'd be able to figure out is that I'm related to Rei somehow, but that would get them no where considering I'm about her age anyways. Best not to chance it, I have to get out of here! With that firmly set in mind, I rolled out of bed causing several items to come crashing down with me and the tubes to be yanked out of my arms. Swiftly I crawled over to where Damion and Jarod lain, their past forms gone. I looked up at Damion, relieved to find that the color returned to his face along with Jarod's as well. I hate to wake them, but I seriously need their ability to create portals. I mean seriously, what would I do otherwise? Wheel them out of the hospital while I pull them along on my hands and knees like some beast of burden? I think not. So I did the only thing I could think of doing...I reached up my arm and knocked over a nearby glass of water on Damion's head, considering he was the nearest to me that is. His strength had returned back, that's for sure, for when he awoke, he sputtered, threw back his arms, and nearly thrust himself off the bed. Taking wild breaths he searched around the room, both for the source of the water and where he was. The room looked alien to him, and of course there is a reason why. I mean, the guy never really ended up in a human hospital, being the dark force 'warlord' that he was I doubt he had been anywhere other than the hospital wing of the castle of which he lived. Still sputtering he felt around on his bed and felt the cup, probably feeling rather stupid around then. Breath beginning to calm, he looked around once again, and when his vision met the bedside floor, he spotted me. To say he looked shocked, well, that would be an understatement. He leapt right out of bed and nearly landed on the nearby Jarod with a whump. Crawling around the bed in order to reach me he said, "Angela! What happened to your back? I mean..." "Wings," was all I said. "Huh?" "Listen, I would really like to chitter chatter, but right now I think there is a really good possibility they're onto us. So to not give them any more time to study us I think, no, I believe you should create us a portal and get us the heck out of here!" Sure, he looked stunned, but wouldn't anyone who received that kind of well, speech, after they just woke up be a little stunned. Don't shake your head at me, I know you probably would. "Go!" I yelled, nudging him a little bit as I went over to Jarod's bed and pulled the covers off of him. Only one problem. He came down with the covers and landed on top of me. Embarrassing? To say the least, yeah, which only got worse when he woke up to find himself there. "What the..." he began only to be cut off by me saying, " Shut up and get into the portal!" Yes, I know I was being *irritable *, but I just seriously wanted to get out of there and out of that, well, compromising position. Normally I'd ask, wouldn't you, but knowing how some of *you* are, I'd bet you just might say no. Anywho, Jarod swiftly got off and headed towards Damion and that little green portal of his. The thing that I've always wondered is why Damion always created mirror portals? They always had a green reflection and a gold leafy trim around the outer edges. I wonder why? So I stepped in the portal one foot at a time as I always do, letting the familiar feeling of gel surrounding me overtake me slowly. I never really liked it that much, but since I couldn't make my own portals I put up with it. But there always was a bonus to this, I thought as I stepped completely inside. Just before you are sent off to whatever destination that is your desire, you get to see the most beautiful of sights. You feel as though you're in a great green room, or perhaps the bottom of the sea. Though you are surrounded in gel, the air, water, gel, whatever you'd like to call it, around you is clear and almost liquid like. The floor, if that is what you'd like to call it, beneath you is rocklike in feel and looks as though it has soft moss growing across its stony black appearance with glittery gold light scattering across it in its wavelike pattern. If you ever look above you, it almost looks like the sun is reflecting in waves across the surface of some great ocean near dusk or dawn. A single beam of light always flows down. It is the one that you step into once you have decided your destination. Once inside, you feel as though you weigh nothing as your particles begin to dissolve, shooting you towards your destination. Though it may feel like minutes have passed, it only takes a mere second and then there you are in your final destination, stepping out of the goop, stepping out of the mirror, unscathed and clean. Finally reaching home I sighed and stepped out into my room, finally feeling as though I have enough energy to walk. I wonder how Damion and Jarod recovered so quickly? Eh...probably because their dreams aren't always plagued with death. A swift shiver shoots up my spine at the thought on how Ami died. Poor girl. No one deserves to die like that. Oh did I miss my room with its ice blue walls and deep blue carpet. I looked up into my door, seeing the crystal diamond that always hangs there, shining its rainbow-ish glory upon my face. I can see the sea from my door, or should I say glass French doors for clarification. I opened the doors and stepped out onto my iron balcony, leaning on its rails letting the sea breeze sweep across my face, all the while thinking how comfortable it would be to lye in my soft, warm, canopy bed and to just stare up at the sky blue canopy top. But of course as usual the thought of school brought me out of my revere as I stepped back into my room to go to my computer and check on the date. Two days, I had only been out two days, meaning that everyone must be wondering where I was and that I still had to get that Shakespearean sonnet for theatre arts. Typing up Shakespearean sonnets into the yahoo search engine, I pulled up a list of sonnets. Deciding to just wing it I clicked on number 49, 'Sin of Self Love.' Sounds like a good enough one to me. So I printed it out and stuffed it in my already full backpack. My good mood thoroughly ruined, I started my homework and kept at it deep into the night. ~~~~Next day~~~~ The unthinkable happened, I awoke before my alarm clock. I actually awoke before my alarm clock! Do you realize how many more minutes I could have slept in?! Arrrgh! Why me? So, with that in mind I started off to school, granola bar in hand. Even though I woke up before my alarm clock, doesn't mean I was truly alert. I could barely keep my eyes open as I walked, so I basically headed to school out of instinct. You know the feeling, right? The feeling of being on the verge of sleep, yet you have too many places to go and too many things to do so your body seems to take over for your mind. That feeling. Well, I guess you could say I've been doing that a lot lately, huh? Well, I was about to learn that that was not a good thing to do, for I slammed into something. Now I bet that you think I pulled another Serena and ran into Darien again, right? Nope, I did worse. I walked straight into a light post. Not the smartest thing to do eh? Well, it gets worse. I did it right in front of a kid in one of my classes, Anthony Lupin. Now you're probably thinking, why should I care, right? I barely even know the kid, right? Well, when you're the new kid, especially a foreign exchange student, word travels quickly, so if he doesn't keep his trap shut about this, it'll be all over the place quick, very quick. Well, of course being the human that I am, I was laying on the ground, having a REALLY big headache. So the first thing I uttered was a disorientated "ooh..." while my hand was placed on my forehead. Though of course to my dismay, while I was nursing my wound, I heard a very loud, VERY annoying, laugh in the background. So I opened my right eye, and what did I spy? Anthony standing there laughing at me. That sucked. But as his laughter died down, he bent down and proffered a hand to help me up. Now that was strange, if you ask me. But hey, I don't hold a grudge, well; it's not as though he knocked me down, right? So I let him help me up. "So, should I start calling you Odango Atama?" he inquired, a sly grin on his face. "What?!" I asked, startled. "Odango Atama, meatball head, you know, like Serena, considering how bad you klutzed out." "You're not gonna tell anyone, right?" I asked, knowing how bad klutzing out like that can really ruin your reputation...if you had one that is. "So, you want me to walk you to your first hour class?" He dodged the question. He dodged the question! ... Okay Angela, calm yourself down. "Why?" I asked, not completely able to keep the irritation out of my voice. Hey! I was tired, okay? "Because we have the same class together." "True, but still, why?" "You have a nasty bruise there," he said, pointing at my forehead. "Come on, you shouldn't really go anywhere alone like that anyways." He then started to lead me to school. Now you see, I think that knock on the head had slightly affected my state of mind, for it took me a few seconds to realize that he had his arm around my shoulders leading me to school. But the thing is I have a really big ego, and what he was doing now was really starting to hurt it. Who's in charge here?! Who did he think he was?! No one leads ME around! ... Or at least that is what I thought at the moment. Hey! I just had a really nasty hit to the head! I'm allowed some weirdness! So almost drunkenly I swung my arms up to knock his away. I control my destiny! ~~~~Anthony~~~~ What's with this girl?! I'm only trying to help! Not just because she's cute either! I mean, she could have a concussion! Sure, I may be straying from my mission, but, well... ... She really shouldn't have done that. Throwing her arms up like that only served to make her loose balance and fall careening to the ground, landing with a sickening thud. Looking down at her on the ground, I just irritably said, "That's it! I don't care what you think of me, but I'm taking you to the nurse, now!" And I picked her up. I just simply picked her up in a fireman's lift, feeling uncannily like Tuxedo Mask at that moment. She didn't protest in my arms, or move for that matter. I think she's really unconscious! o.O;; That can't be good. So picking up my pace, I carted her off to the nurse's office. ~*~*~*Anthony at nurse's office*~*~*~ The nurse just checked her over tut tutting at me as if it were my fault. Don't look at me like that! It wasn't...really. While opening one of Angela's eyes and shining a light in it, she clucked once more and said simply, "She's unconscious. What did you do to her?" Waving my hands back and fourth in a frantic manner, I stuttered, "N-nothing! I swear! Honest!" Putting away the flashlight, the nurse just said, "She should awake and be fine by the end of her first hour class, but she will need an escort to her second hour class. Mind missing yours?" "Sure," I mumbled, trying not to show my elation. I mean really! I didn't have to go to trig! It's like having my birthday and Christmas all at once! "Fine, then I'll leave you to her while I tend the other kids." Turning back around to face me she handed me an odd object. "It might be good to wave this under her nose. She'll be faster to wake up." "What are these?" I asked. "Smelling salts," she said as she exited the room. ````About an hour later... ```` Hmmm...I think those smelling salts had a weirder effect on her than I thought. She was walking around the school, going up to seemingly everyone and giving a bubbly 'Hi'. No wonder she needed an escort. Good thing that her next class was theatre arts though, considering many of the people there do occasionally act a little strange. So she busted into class, and I don't mean simply opening the door and getting in. Nooo...she really busted into class. She kicked at the door to get it open and stormed up onto the stage while I meekly followed behind her. She walked up to the teacher and ever so simply put it, "I'm going first," while pointing at herself. Of course, that was about the time one of her brothers stormed up to me. "What happened to her?! What have you done to her?! She never acts this crazy!" "Nothing! She just bumped her head." "A bump on the head wouldn't affect her that bad. What did you do to her?!" "Well the nurse did give me a few smelling salts..." "Smelling salts?!" he yelled, cliché-ing it by smacking himself on the head. So what was so wrong in using smelling salts. ... So she began her ramblings on stage, and actually didn't do too bad. "Sin of self love possetheth all mine eye and all my soul and all my every part, and for this sin there is no cure, it is embedded deeply in my heart..." Sure, she got a few words wrong, but being as well, messed up as she was at the moment, I guess we could let that slide. She did a pretty good job on the acting part though; you could almost imagine her in some sort of wispy dress that would flow like mists in the wind. I wonder why the teacher was starring at her like that though. It's weird; she always had that goofy grin going...what was up with her? So the class went smoothly after that. The even got me to join into some of the theatre games, and Angela, well...she remained bubbly, but she seemed to grasp onto some self-control. But when the class had all gone to leave, for the bell had rang, I held back, for I heard her say, more like yell, "That's it! Why do you smile so slyly in class, particularly at me?!" I hid behind the door. *~*~*Angela*~*~* I couldn't take it anymore, I had to know! Sure, I had only been in her class for only two days, but still, I had to know! "That's it! Why do you smile so slyly in class, particularly at me!" I bellowed at her. Sure, it was a little harsh, but I had to know. But what was strange is what she did after that. She just simply stood up and closed the door, locking it. Her grin widened impossibly more, as she simply replied, "Never use a play on words." "What?!" "Never use a play on words, you can never fool a teacher that way, particularly a theatre art teacher." I was still confused, so she continued on. "Well, lets see. I didn't believe it until your absence. First of all, the name Angela, it's Italian for Angel. Then you have the name of Hopeno. The English word of hope plus the Japanese word of no, which of course means of. So if you put it all together, your name equals the phrase Angel of Hope. I recognized it right after I saw your eyes, they're your father's you know." "Huh?" was the only word I could utter. "You know, your father was a student of mine once...I'd recognize a child of his anytime." "What are you talking about?!" "I know your secret Angela." I started to walk backwards, defensively, until my back hit the wall. And then she asked me the finally of all questions. "You're not of this time, are you?" I heard a thump on the other side of the wall. ~~~~~Author's Notes~~~~~ *Hiko ducks behind chair* I had to stop somewhere! It was getting on three pages! Please don't kill me! I have work today! *Sweatdrops* Please don't kill me? Ladyhiko@yahoo.com (Can't you see I'm fishing for emails?)