Kingdom of Angels

After being abandoned by the world, Three- Twenty did the only thing he could do, die. Except as he almost succeeded, a hand reached out to him and showed him what it means to live.
Now with friends, Three- Twenty confess his past and his power, which is related to the now looming threat over the city. Faced against angels who plan to demolish the entire city and kill off the Mixed Bloods, and their own demons within, it is questionable as to who will live and who will die.
Follow Three- Twenty and Tear Drop as they fight against time and monsters to find saftey for themselves and others.


11. 11

~Three- Twenty~


 A light fall of pure snow melted on my tilted face. It was the first snowfall this year and was absolutely breathtaking. For the first time in so long I was able to marvel at just how beautiful this world could be when it wasn't baring it's fangs. The need and worry to be warm or plan ahead for the oncoming season did not bother me now. Warmth was plentiful in my life now, along with meals and anything else that I could ever think of wanting. A miracle happened to me and for the past week it felt like this was all a dream and that I would wake up cold in the abandoned factory, starving and wishing for death.

 Everyone was accepting of me and was helping me so much that I will be forever in their debt. Their smiles, their advices for my new life, everything will be cherished. How could I not be grateful for them? I raised my hand to my heart, feeling the relaxed pace underneath the clothes. Mikale... I am warm. I thought and hoped that he could hear me. There were times when I talked to him and now was a good time to do so. Many things has happened to me and if he could know about it I know that he would be happy.

 "Are you going to stand there like an idiot and freeze to death or are you joining us in going to a pub?" Glasses asked, breaking my thoughts.

 My eyes travelled from the sky to the two people in front of me. Glasses and Beanie stood waiting for me with a shared look of questioning. Beanie suggested that since it was a Saturday night that we should relax and go out for a few drinks. With a smile I nodded, walking towards them. These two were the ones that I have grown closer to the past few days and it was surprising. I thought that since I lived with Tear for now that I would know him better but he has been avoiding me a lot.

 Everytime I tried to ask for training he would pass it off to Beanie or refuse to help me. Or when I tried to talk to him over meals he would limit his replies or simply make small movements. It was somewhat painful that he was treating me with a cold shoulder. I wanted to repay him and thank him fully for what he has done for me and what he is still doing for me. Except it felt like I was a nuisance and a burden to him. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't become anything else to him.

 No, I couldn't think that way. Soon I would show him that I wasn't a burden and that I could be more to him. I wouldn't be someone for him to only look after but someone who will be his equal. Someone who he will respect.

 "Where is this place anyways?" I asked.

 "It's just up this road here. Not too far from the office building so it's a good spot to let loose and drink until your hearts content." Beanie replied. A couple seconds later we entered a small place that smelled of alcohol and delicious food. It was dimly lit with a few people drinking and chatting. Looking around I spotted a bartender who was smiling at us, a TV mounted on the wall, a piano tucked away in a corner, and Tear who was already drinking.

 He noticed us and once his eyes landed on me he stiffened. As we walked towards him I was sure that he was debating if he should leave or not. "My, how coincidental that we ran into you here. We decided to relax for once and drink until morning." Beanie said.

 Tear raised his eyebrow in question and Glasses smirked. "You knew that I would be here. I even told you this a while ago." Tear spoke.

 "That doesn't matter right now. What does matter is that since we are here we should get along and have fun. Get to know the newbie a bit more since someone has been ignoring him." Beanie acted as if Tear didn't say anything else and got us drinks.

 Beanie was such a questionable but amazing person. He seemed to be  free spirited but was also kind of motherly sometimes. His shoulder was always free to lend and he would listen to any problems. I would always see him with a smile so it was no wonder as to why I was quickly befriending him.

 At first Tear was still hesitant to be here and avoided looking at me. I was trying to act like I didn't notice and as if it didn't effect me at all. It wasn't until a few drinks and shots later that we were all chatting and Tear finally relaxed. "So, newbie. Have any hidden talents?" Tear asked me.

 Surprised I looked at him and for the first time tonight he was looking back. "That is a good question! I can play the guitar for example and get anyone to swoon over me. Glasses is able to solve any puzzle or riddle in seconds flat." Beanie spoke loudly. "Although I'm sure that he cheats and uses his powers sometimes. No way he is a true genius naturally."

 I looked around to see if anyone heard Beanie but no one seemed to have been paying attention to us. "Hey! That is a lie, I never cheat."

 Out of consideration I never bothered to ask about their inhuman side but right now I was simply too curious. "What do you mean his gift?" I asked.

 Glasses smiled and straightened his back in pride. "Deduction. Basically I can predict what has or will happen, I can also solve anything that I put my mind to. With or without my gift for that matter. Supposedly I had the blood of Seshat, an egyptian goddess running in my veins."

 He pointedly looked at Beanie who only smiled and took another sip of his drink. "My power is better. I am able to make people see whatever it is that I want them to. They wouldn't even know the better until I tell them. Pretty sure I have blood of some kind of trickster or something."

 Now that was fearsome in my opinion. To not be able to know the truth in what you are seeing and not being able to trust your eyes. Curious I raised an eyebrow at him. "Have you ever used it on me?" I asked.

 He gasped and acted as if I said the most hurtful thing he has ever heard. "Never! You're still new to us so I can't play that kind of trick on you yet."

 Yet. His unspoken promise sent a shiver down my spine. "I'd prefer is you tell me beforehand." I smiled at him and he laughed.

 "Only for the first time I use it on you, and only if you tell me your talent." He said.

 I felt a small blush warm my face as I thought about what I could do. My eyes travelled to the piano and the memories of playing with Mikale played in the back of my mind. Faintly I smiled and felt relaxed. "I can play the piano. As a child I was taught and even managed to best the instructor."

 That day when the women who would teach us how to play musical instruments and decided to test our abilities was still fresh. I haven't thought about it in years but was happy to not have it clouded with sadness. "Really? Show us, I'm sure no one would mind." Beanie pulled me out of my memory.

 I paled at that thought and shook my head. "No way. I can't, I haven't played it in over fifteen years." I declined.

 Beanie pouted but then smiled once more. "It will be like riding a bike after not doing so in a while. You'll remember. Please? If you do it I'll give you anything you want without protest."

 He held out his hand and I looked at it. If I played one song on the piano I could have anything I want. But what did I want? Nothing came to mind now but surely it would come in handy in the future. I reached out my hand and completed our deal. "What did you want me to play?" I asked.

 A sly grin crossed his face and he pulled out his phone, googling something. Finally he showed me and I looked at him in confusion. "This is a duet, I mean, I can do part of it but it won't be as good." I told him.

 Out of the corner of my eye I notice Tear stiffen as he glared at Beanie. "You'll play with Tear. He can play the piano as well. Think of it as bonding since he has been neglecting doing so over the past few days. There needs to be trust in our group and no conflicts."

 I felt my heart race and I knew that I was blushing. Carefully I looked at Tear who was also looking at me. It would be great if I could to this with him and to have us do something together. I wanted him to acknowledge me, even if it is just through playing the piano together.

 For a second the image of Mikale popped in my head. He was the only person who I done a duet with before and I cherished those memories. I paused. I couldn't do that to Mikale, I didn't want to push him aside. Plus it didn't seem like Tear wanted to do this so I already knew my answer.



 Tear and I spoke at the same time and silence followed suit. Blinking I looked at him in surprise as he scowled. "What do you mean 'no'? Thought you would want to do this." Tear asked.

 Once more I felt myself blush. "You didn't seem like you wanted to do it." I left out the part about Mikale purposefully.

 "I won't mind it. Plus it I don't do it Beanie will be on my ass for saying no for the next while." Tear said.

 Waiting I thought about it. He wanted to play with me, he is willing to not ignore me. Even if it is a small feat, he will be forced to acknowledge me and through music I could be his equal. That is what I wanted but would it mean that I would be pushing away Mikale? 

 My eyes looked at the piano once more. It was grand and looked beautiful, almost like the one that the orphanage had. Ghostly images of Mikale appeared and disappeared, every single memory I could remember playing the piano passed. I could never forget those memories, I didn't ever want to.

 Playing with Tear once wouldn't cause those memories to vanish in thin air. Sighing I smiled at Tear who was waiting for my response. "Okay."

 With alcohol giving me confidence I grabbed his hand and Beanie's phone, walking over to the piano I sat down and gave the phone to Tear. "I played this before and remember it. Although it is these parts that I remember so do you think you can do those ones?" I asked him.

 He nodded and laid the phone down. I could feel eyes boring into my back but shook the nervousness that was accompanied by the stares. I didn't want anything to mess me up and ruin Tear seeing me as his equal. "Don't mess up." I whispered.

 His warmth was welcoming as he sat by me and this closeness to him was almost intoxicating. There was no doubt that I was attracted to him but I had to force that feeling away. I couldn't let anyone know. Carefully I touched the piano, the familiar feeling was welcoming. I knew it wouldn't be that simple to play after all these years but I felt at home now. Something that I couldn't ever remember feeling. Was it because Mikale was my home and I was connected to Mikale from the piano?

 Taking a deep breath I relaxed and started to move my fingers with force. Music started and somehow my mind began to go blank, the movements becoming fluid and automatic now. Perfectly we brought the music together, the life pulsing with radiance and perfectness as if we played together a thousand times before. Not once did we mess up or lose this synchronization.

 To soon the song ended and I looked up to Tear. He was looked down at me with a small smile. It was a heart stopping smile and I was relieved to be at the receiving end of such a smile. I didn't want this moment to end, I wanted to continue sitting here with Tear and share the music with him. How could I make him not leave this seat? How do I continue this moment? Without hesitation my fingers moved on their own accord and I allowed them to.

 Fur Elise started and I was brought back to when I finally mastered this piece. I couldn't wait to show Mikale that I woke him up in the middle of the night and played it for him while he was still half asleep. I couldn't remember getting in trouble that night but I could remember Mikale hugging me and saying that I will someday even pass Beethoven himself. Every second that passed was filled with happiness and I was grateful that Tear didn't move.

 Instead he stayed by my side and watched me as I played for him. As soon as I stopped he picked up on a different piece, Beethoven's piano sonata No.1. I looked up at him and wondered if he to was obsessed with Beethoven and his creations. It seemed like it and the way he played this piece so masterful told me that he spent hours practising it.

 The way his body moved, the way he let himself be devoured completely with every tune that sang out, I was becoming more ensnared by him. Every second that passed I knew that there was layers upon layers around Tear and that I wanted to know and cherish every part.

 Chatter was evident in the background as time passed but I was still stuck in this bubble between Tear and I. Finally he ended and I raised an eyebrow at him. "If you can, join in." I told him.

 Right away I started with the fifth symphony in a duet version to test and see if he really was a fan of Beethoven like I was. Without missing a beat he joined in and I smiled to myself. How many times did I pour my soul into playing and practising the piano at the orphanage? How many hours did I sit in front of it and force myself to learn every song I could? Alone or in session, it didn't matter to me. Every scolding I got for using it without permission, every praise I gained from the instructor, every lash I received for messing up, was all gone now as I only focused on playing with Tear.

 Finally the last note played out and none of us moved. Hesitantly I looked up to Tear. "You're good." He said.

 I couldn't help but smile in response. "Yeah. You are too. Didn't expect this surprise. Are you a fan of Beethoven?" I asked him.

 He looked away and towards Beanie and Glasses. They were staring at us and Beanie had a goofy grin on his face. "Yeah. Let's go home before Beanie can say something. I'm thinking of sleeping in and having a day off tomorrow. Want to join me?"

 No matter how hard I tried I couldn't hide my shock. He wanted to spend the day with me tomorrow and most importantly he called the apartment home, almost like he was referring it to our home. Without reply he tugged on my hand and ran out of the pub with me in tow. Hailing a cab we got in and not once did he let go on my hand, sitting next to me in the back. With a smile I looked out the window. "Let's go home." 

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