How TheFallenOne Fell Re-write

How TheFallenOne Fell Re-write

How TheFallenOne Fell


No one on earth can see what is beyond the clouds. Scientists say that it is just layers of air that protect our world from the cold grip of space. But what most people cannot see is the large kingdom, hidden with the highest layer of clouds. This kingdom is what so many preach about. This is Heaven. So many different views of it exist, but in reality, it is just a place made of clouds, which form to whichever the person who enters its gates desires.

One of Heaven’s residents, an angel without a name, sat alone. All he ever wanted was a friend, but since no one has ever talked with him, over time, he had forgotten his own name. The only person he ever talked to was the Lord himself, and that was seldom among anyone, even the angels.

Then suddenly, on a cool summer morning, the Lord called upon this nameless angel. Though confused, the angel obeyed without question. He came upon the Lord’s chamber, entering a little nervously. He pondered what He could want. He was always alone, what could he do?

He looked up at the Lord, who was sitting on his throne. He remained silent, watching as the All Mighty arranged a few papers. Finally He looked down at the nameless angel before him, a small smile playing on his bearded lips.

“Ah, little one.”

“Yes, My Lord?”

“I have a special assignment for you.”

The angel was stunned. The Lord was giving him an assignment? He did not know what he had done to cause Him to trust in him with anything, but the fact that he did gave the angel great joy.

He listened intently as the Lord told him his assignment. He was to protect a human named Shim. To why, he was not to sure of, but he agreed to it nonetheless. His heart was aflutter. He finally got to talk with someone other than the Lord. He would never be alone. Heeding the Lord’s final words, to be sure no one other than Shim saw him, he left. He headed to the edge of the kingdom, looking down over the world below. He smiled brightly. That night, he would become a full-fledged Guardian Angel. Though this would mean he would never be able to return to Heaven again, nor see the Lord, this was a new start. And the next morning, he would leave and head down, down to that field, to find his charge; this Shim.

On the morning when this newly promoted Guardian Angel was to go find his charge, two friends were walking down the street, walking near a field.

One was a male, who had black, spiky hair, with red bangs. A blue headband, adorned his forehead, just barely touching the top of his brown eyes, seemingly separating the red and black parts of his hair. On his shoulders a blue scarf lay, on top of a light blue jacket, the left sleeve short, the right sleeve long, with a yellow stripe down the outside of the sleeves. Underneath the jacket was a yellow shirt, which lightly covered the waist of his orange pants. On his hands he wore black gloves, both of which were full gloves, but with the index finger and thumb showing halfway down.

The other was a female. She had blonde hair, though it was mostly covered by a large purple hat, which easily covered her eyes, barely showing the bridge of her nose. She wore a purple suit with a black undershirt, a pink tie on the jacket, a smile almost always seeming to adorn her face.

“Hurry up, Yoru-kun!” the female said, pulling the male beside her along.

The male sweat-dropped, “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he said, being dragged.

The angel was so excited, that he forgot to check down below if anyone was there before he dove down. As he came down past the clouds, he saw the two friends walking by. But first impressions, from what he saw in just those few seconds, the two seemed rather eccentric... Hell, they seemed crazy. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck?

The female stopped suddenly in her tracks, somehow being able to see past her hat, and looked up at the sky, eyes focused on the angel. The male, seeing his friend stop suddenly, decided to see what grabbed her attention. He raised a brow some and blinked when he saw the angel.

“Lookie!! There’s a bird-man, an actual bird-man!!” the female said, practically shrieking.

The male smirked a little, “Let’s eat ‘im. It looks pretty tasty, especially if we cook up those wings and put a little barbeque sauce on the side. Mmm, delicious.”

The two friends continued to try and figure out what to do about the strange creature floating over head. The angel blinked, wondering what the heck they were doing. But he did not feel it was safe to hang around. He flapped his wings and started off in a different direction.

When the female noticed that he was flying away, she flipped off her hat to reveal the hat hair underneath, which covered her eyes. She magically pulled out a bazooka from her hat, which she placed back upon her head and took aim. With one shot from the powerful weapon, she hit the angel and he fell to the ground. Both friends blinked and went over to the angel. They kicked at it curiously, trying to see if it was still alive. When the angel groaned, they jumped back.

“How the heck did he survive that?” was the question both friends were thinking.

“It can speak!” the female said astoundingly.

The angel shook his head gently, trying to relieve himself of the dizziness he was feeling. He was lucky that the blast only caused him to fall. But one look over to his right wing, he saw what the blast had done. His wing was broken and bloody. He could not move it at all. His wing was numb right now, but soon, he would be filled with dreadful pain, which is something angels are not used to.

The male frowned some, now giving up all hope on eating the guy. He was not very thrilled by the thought of cannibalism. Well, whatever it was called when eating something humanoid.

“Does bird-man have a name?” he asked.

The angel sighed and looked up at him. “For starters, I am not a ‘bird-man.’ Second... no, I do not... No one has used my name in centuries, so it has faded away with time.”

The two friends looked at each other, guilt rising through them. With somewhat worried looks, they both silently agreed they owed something to this angel. If it was not for them, he would not be hurt.

Suddenly, both smiled at him and spoke together, “Then we shall call you TheFallenOne. We’ll take care of you, and make you better. We promise!”

The angel blinked. No one had ever been kind to him before. Well, other than the Lord, but he was kind to all his creatures. But it felt... nice. Not knowing what to do, a small smile spread across his lips. This is all he wanted... People who were kind to him... Liked him for who he was, and spoke to him genuinely.

He slowly rose and held his arm, the muscles that connected his wings to his back were starting to hurt, which was throbbing to his arm. The male went over to him and helped him stand.

“My name is AkumaYoru,” said the male.

“And I’m Da Hatter,” the female said with a smile.

The angel, newly dubbed ‘TheFallenOne,’ smiled as the two helped him walk back to their home. He could learn the ways of humans, with the help of these two, who would become his best friends. His powers have been stripped, due to his broke wing, but time heals all wounds. It would not bother him, to be powerless, as long as his friend remained by his side. So long as AkumaYoru and Da Hatter were there, he would forever be happy. One day he would fly again, and perhaps, that day, he can show his friends the beauty that is the sky.