Tears of an Angel

By: Sakura Avalon or Kinomoto ( [email protected])

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Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.

Warning: This is an AU, and some of the characters are OOC here.

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Tears of an Angel

Chapter One: Angel of Darkness -- part one of two

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Hide me. Shield me.

I am wanted in every land.

Love me. Want me.

I am cherished by my clan.

            The fifteen-year old angel bit her lips hungrily as she awaited orders from her boss. The sky was no longer the bright shade of blue and white, but a sinister black and blue, meaning that time was limited for the angel of darkness.

" Honda Tohru, I have a new job for you." the low and emotionless voice of her boss was heard throughout the heavens.

She quickly kneeled down, her chocolate brown hair following behind her gracefully, " Who is it this time, my lord?"

            He smiled at his favorite angel, " Her name is Hanajima Saki, a sixteen-year old student who attends Kaibara High." He watched her patiently, already knowing her reaction to this particular person. He had seen the jealousy appear over and over again in his angel's eyes every single time she watched the girl from afar. She, an angel, envied a mortal. Who would've thought that?

A sudden gasp erupted from the girl, causing the young man to smile.

She looked down and asked, her voice barely audible, " W-Why her, my lord?"

He grinned, " Is there a problem my little angel?"

            " Iie," she replied quickly, avoiding his eyes, " I'll have it done before midnight."

Her ocean-blue eyes darkened at the sound of his voice, " You do know what happens to failures and rule breakers, don't you my dear?" he laughed evilly, " Of course you do, that's how your mother died. Pity you didn't get to know her better."

Tohru ignored his last comment and got up from her knee's, " Then I'll be on my way, my lord."

" Wait."

She shivered in the darkness.

" Come here, Tohru."

            She jumped in alarm as she felt his hands pull her into an unwanted embrace, " Don't fail me, I don't know what I'm going to do if I lose you."

Without a warning, he cupped her face with his hands and slowly leaned forward.

"Don't fail me, Tohru."

She froze as his lips softly brushed her own, before being forced to eternal darkness with him.

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            I stood nervously infront of Hanajima's sleeping figure, unsure of what to do. My black wings, folded behind me, allowing me to move freely without any trace.

It was quite easy getting into the female's room without being seen or caught. All it required were some wings, an opened window and voila, there you have it.

I watched the girl curiously, memorizing every movement and sound made by the human.

            " How stupid of me," I mused silently, " To think an angel, like myself would learn. We cannot befriend humans. We shouldn't envy them, or their lives."

My eyes widened as I recalled the memories of my past life, the life in which I saw my own immortal mother die by the hands of a human . . her first friend and my current master, Sohma Akito.

            He was a confused human, whose power surpassed all the angel's put together. My mother was his guardian angel assigned by god himself. She was either by his side, or following him from above. Of course he wasn't supposed to know, but he soon found out.

            Using his magic to trap her, he took her in as his first angel of darkness . . then, me. I was an infant then, so I'm still not sure how it all happened, but this is good enough for me.

Anyways, I guess you're confused as to what we are. . I guess you could call us fallen angels, except we didn't fall . . we were trapped. People come to us to kill certain humans, so I guess we're assasisins. Scary, ne?

Sighing, I continued on with my mission.

            I began to whisper soft incantations under my breath before saying a final goodbye, " Sayonara, Hanajima-san."

A burst of light erupted in the room, followed by darkness and a stray feather.

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            It has been a year since the death of Hanajima-san, and still no one figured out the murderer.

The only evidence they have is my trademark feather, Which is placed on every bed of every human I kill. Call me anything you please, but if you wish to know my name, it is Honda Tohru.

I am an angel in disguise, I am the Angel of Death.

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I could be your worst nightmare.

I could be your best friend.

I can be your sweetest memory.

I can be your personal asassin.

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Tears of an Angel

Part Two of two : Darkness of the Clan

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To be blind to your heart…is ignorance…

            I closed my eyes, enjoying the nice, cool breeze that welcomed me as I flew out of my lastest victom, Hamasaki Kasumi's small, one roomed apartment. Muttering a short prayer for our lost souls, I headed back to my master, Sohma Akito, who currently resides in a two story palace overlooking the ocean. He had hinted, a few weeks before, that my next mission would be, quiet a surprise. Of course, I won't be able to find out about that particular mission until the day after tomorrow, which I must say, seems like eternity to me.

. . . flashback . . .

          " Tohru-chan, come here for a second." my master, Sohma Akito called from his bedroom.

I shook with undieing fear as I entered his pitch, dark room, my stomach churning in the process. My fear turned into disgust, almost immediately after I closed the door, as the smell of decay and death entered my senses

            " Tohru-chan, my sweet sweet Tohru-chan. Why are you so far away?" he asked, his tone raspy and masculine.

I bowed in apology before walking to his bed, being cautious to not step on any of his things.. Even in the dark, I knew his bedroom by heart, something that I'm not very proud of. I mean, who wouldn't memorize a place they've been forced to go to, every night and every day.

" Tohru-chan...." his voice had a hint of longing in it, something that I did not expect, nor want.

" Sohma-sama." I replied automatically.

My eyes widened as I felt him pull my hair teasingly, so softly, so lightly.

He chuckled at my response, " Are you afraid of me?"

My heart skipped, what seemd to be, a beat as his fingers caressed my left cheek, " Are you? Tohru-chan?"

I forced a smile, " Of course not, Sohma-sama."

" Why are you calling me that? Are we not close enough for you to stop calling me Sohma?"

I winced, " Sumi ma sen, A-Akito-sam..a"

His fingers caressed my cheek softly for the final time before pulling my hair to him. My sudden gasp excited him, and caused him to pull harder.

" My little angel," he whispered softly, his tongue tracing every part of my lips, " My darling, Tohru."

I shivered at his touch, it felt so real . . it made me feel so alive. It was something I've never felt before, and it scared me . . hurt me.

My head started to hurt from the stress and my eyes were barely open. Thinking fast, I thought desperately for a reason to be excused from him.

. . . My mission . . .

I pulled away slightly from his grasp, " A-Akito-sama, I have to start my mission before it's too late."

As if understanding my problem, he took a step back, " How good, my angel. You remembered!"

I nodded and turned toward the door, " If you'll excuse me, I have to go now."

I began to head out for the exit, thinking that silence was his way of saying ' leave.'

" Wait," his voice, when it came, was mysterious and dark, " Your next mission will be quite a . . change for you, Honda Tohru."

He laughed for about a minute, before continueing, " The next mission, will be the most improtant . . for it involves my family . . Look forward to it, my butterfly."

. . . end of flashback . . .

to be continued . . . . .

Authors notes: Since I'm known to write short chapters, I combined chapter one and two together and kinda separated them into two parts! Longer this way, ne? The next chapter will be up as soon as possible, so onegai . . review!