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.

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~Three-Twenty~

 

 Tear paid the taxi driver and gave a tip before walking towards me. Grabbing my hand once more we walked to the apartment and as we did I couldn't stop worrying about when he would let go of my hand and when he would start ignoring me again. Once he reverts back to his usual self and the moment disappears for us I was fearful that I wouldn't be able to withstand it. This small crush I was forming on Tear was starting to become unbearable as I came to understand that it will be forever onesided, even if I did confess to him. It will be painful in the future to even see Tear and I didn't want that to happen.

 "What's wrong?" Tear asked me as we walked into out apartment. It was supposed to be our home, but I was just here until I could support myself wasn't I? Looking around my heart squeezed and I didn't ever want to leave here. I didn't want to leave Tear. "Hey..."

 His grip on my hand tightened and I was forced to look up at him. Those dark eyes that seemed to captivate me many times this past week were now looking down at me with concern. "I don't want tonight to end." I admitted.

 Confused he burrowed his eyebrows together and I looked down at out intertwined hands. Carefully I place my free hand on top of his. "You're talking to me and finally acknowledging me after ignoring me all week. You treated me like I was a nuisance and I am scared you will continue to do so afterwards. I never want to stop holding your hand or being close to y-"

 Quickly I stopped talking as I realized what I was confessing to. Blushing furiously I tilted my face upwards to look at his reaction to my admission. His eyes were constantly flicking through emotions and I couldn't figure out what he was thinking about. Out of fear and embarrassment I tried pulling my hands away from him but he held up tightly. "I'm sorry."

 An apology? Why was he apologizing to me? Was it because he had avoided me all this week or was it because he wouldn't let go of me? "I'm sorry that I made you feel that way. I am sorry for avoiding you and I am sorry for worrying you."

 He pulled me to the couch and sat us down. I didn't know what to say or what to even think. The full time he held onto my hands and I could only pray that this wasn't the alcohol's doing. "I couldn't bring myself to fully acknowledge you or be around you long. Whenever I am around you I lose any self will, all the walls that I build get broken down and I can only think of you. Think about how you are always putting yourself in everything you do, how you try so hard to do everything without pause. How you are trying to become stronger, how determined you are to find your place with us.

 "I can't stop thinking about how worried I would be if something happened to you nor can I stop thinking about having you in my arms and just how beautiful you are. I can't stop thinking about you almost dying on me when I first took you in and how painful that was." His confession caused me to become even more speechless and I couldn't stop him. What was he saying? Could this actually be true? He was drunk and drunk people can't always be trusted to say the truth, can they?

 Frowning I covered his mouth with my hand to stop him from saying anything else. "Stop. Tear Drop, you are drunk. You don't know what you are saying right now so let's go to bed and if you remember this in the morning we will continue talking about it then." 

 It hurt to say it, to be forced to doubt these words of his. I wanted to believe him with all my being, it would be so much easier that way. I could be happy and have a chance at being with him in a romantic way, but I had to doubt everything right now. Looking into his eyes I could see that he wanted to deny my instructions but he only nodded. He took my hand away from his mouth and started to walk towards his bedroom with me in tow. "Tear I-"

 "Nothing will happen. I know the couch isn't the most comfortable thing to sleep on so for tonight why don't you sleep with me on the bed?" He said. It is unknown if it is the alcohol's doing or my own selfishness but I climbed into his bed. It didn't matter in the end though because as soon as my head hit the soft pillow and I was covered in a thick but comfortable comforter, sleep took over without hesitation.

 What seemed like minutes of sleep must have been longer because when I woke up sunlight was filtering in through the window. Before I could think of anything else I started to cough heavily, a pain spreading through my chest. A hand touched my shoulder but I barely processed it as I fought to breath. Finally I stopped coughing and looked down at my hand.

 Small droplets of crimson was splattered across my pale skin and I wiped them on my clothes. An intake of air forced me to remember that I wasn't alone. Looking up at the person I caught Tear's concerned eyes. Memories of last night flitted into my consciousness and I started to blush. "We should get you checked out." Tear said and wiped away what I could only assume was blood from the corner of my mouth.

 His actions were not forced and he seemed to be at ease around me. Looking at him fully I realized that he was shirtless and his hair was sticking up in tuffs. "Are you okay? You are spacing out." He asked.

 "Yeah." I said and looked away from his. He was still beautiful with bed head, how is that even possible? "I guess you remember last night."

 "Of course. I am pretty sure I didn't drink that much. Did you want breakfast or are you hungover?" He asked. The thought of food made my stomach growl and he chuckled, starting to get up. Without thinking of it my hand quickly grabbed his to stop him from leaving. 

 "Can you stay here with me for a while with me? I am not ready to get out of bed." I asked him.

 What was I saying? A blush spread against my face but Tear only smiled when he seen it. Nodding he laid down beside me and pulled me close to him. It was warm and I felt at ease to be wrapped in he arms. Strange because I barely had any contact with him since we met. Was it always going to be this hot or cold with Tear? "Sleep. I am tired so I will to." Tear mumbled.

 The vibrations of his chest felt good and I let myself forget everything and close my eyes to sleep once more. When I came to I felt cold and alone. Where was Tear? Opening my eyes I found the door was opened and I could hear and smell food cooking. It smelled delicious and my stomach growled in response. Getting up I walked out and met Tear in the kitchen.

 He had headphones in and seemed to be entirely focused on making food. I took this moment to appreciate how he looked. His hair was wet which must mean he had showered, he also wore a plain t- shirt along with sweat pants which hung deliciously across his waist. How was it that this guy seemed to like me back?

 I was weak, probably still sickly looking since I was recovering from being ill. Wait, didn't Tear say that I almost died or something when he took me in? That didn't seem possible but at the same time I knew that I was sick. Escaping his notice I went into the bathroom and ran the water for it to become warm. Looking at myself in the mirror I noticed that my hair was long. I regained some colour and was starting to look more healthy as well.

 In general I was slightly short and didn't look strong at all. So how did Tear like me? Sighing I pushed those thought away. LIking someone wasn't based on how they looked. It's who they are as a person and sometimes it's just that unknown force to build emotions. Whichever it was didn't mean that since I didn't look model like that someone couldn't like me.

 After showering I went into Tear's room and picked out clothes to wear. Finally dressed and cleaned I went to Tear who was putting the food onto two plates. "Look whose back from the dead." Tear joked.

 "Yeah. Thank you." I said as he handed me a plate with a fork. "About that, did you say that I almost died or something last night?" Looking at his face I noticed various emotions before he nodded and sat down on the couch.

 "That's right. You almost died when you were sick. Your cough got worse and you started to cough up blood. The regular medicine didn't work for you, so when you were almost dead Hammer used a new medicine called Angels Blood. It has healing properties to our kind to some degree but it can kill anyone if given too much."

 Trying to process this I took a bite of food and looked at the books on the coffee table. Finally I looked up at him and frowned. "I'm sorry for causing such worry and trouble. But thank you for healing me."

 "I didn't. I was against using the Angels Blood on you, it was Hammer who was forced to do it." He confessed. Tear truly looked irritated about not wanting to use the drug on me and concerned about me as well. "I want Glasses to take a look at you tomorrow. You coughed up blood this morning and I don't want you to get sick again."

 My heart squeezed as I felt bad about keeping my sickness from him. But if I told him what would he do? Most likely it could either be that he would feel forced to stay with me or that he would kick me out and leave me alone. After all is has only been a few short days that I entered his world, even if he believes that he is attracted to me I was still a stranger to him. So that idea of being kicked out and left behind isn't totally harmless. Yet didn't I own him the truth about my illness?

 I knew already that I would die from my illness and that once Glasses does a check up on me and looked in the right places that he would figure out that I could not be healed. Tear would figure out anyways but if I could, I would want to keep it from him for as long as possible. Sometimes ignorance was bliss and in this case, ignorance is what Tear needed until I found a way to tell him. 

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