Of Devilish Angels & Angelic Devils

Summary:

[SasuNaru, AU Ever since the early 19th century, humans have pleaded the angels, the apostles of God, to chase away the demons, the detestable creatures of the Devil. Even up till this century, they still do, though… the angels don't seem very angelic anymore…

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Angel No. 1

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I am Naruto Uzumaki, your normal highschool student currently attending a mixed private highschool. The school calls it mixed but the girls and the boys are seperated in the whole campus. The school grounds covers of four main buildings, the boys' boarding house, the girls' boarding house, the lecture hall for boys and the other lecture hall for the girls.

On the outside, I seem ordinary and I'm not talking about looks, I'm talking about appearance alone, but I'm actually a demon. Yes, this is just a story, I know you'll completely believe me and even wish that you were a demon in my world as well.

Think twice.

Being a demon is not all fun and games, allow to me elaborate. Our natural enemies are ofcourse the supposed angels, apostles of God and we followers of the Devil. Dating back to 2000 years ago, angels have been trying to hold us captive for all the mischief that we cause. True, I must admit, demons of that century were particularly notorious, the angels had every right to punish the demons.

As the world grew older though, demons were like mere humans, minding their own business, we hardly did bad things anymore. The angels still come for us, they call it their duty and God didn't take away their wings or do anything to stop them.

So what happens if a angel catches a demon? Simple, the demon is done for. I'm completely serious, I've seen pictures, the angels torture the demons, some take away their virginity, some rip of the demon's wings, for wings are the essence of the demon's lifeforce, some break them emotionally by killing their human family, others break them physically and emotionally by means too terrible to tell.

Angels are way too powerful for demons to fight so the only two advantages we have is speed and the fact that angels cannot completely detect demons. What I mean is, angels are unable to sense demons. Great huh? One setback, a demon can sense the angels, by getting really, really sick.

Remember when I told you the angels and the demons are mortal enemies? The putrid smell of the angels infest themselves upon us and remind us of blood, decayed corpses and many other disgusting things. Fortunately, this only happens once and the urgency to puke will depend on the power of the angel, so sometimes we pass by angels without even knowing what they are.

Demons don't let any humans near them just incase the angel decideds to kill them once we are caught. So here I am, enjoying an early morning of strolling along the trees on the path to my school, when all of a sudden I had a sudden urge to puke.

Cupping my hand over my mouth, I looked around, nobody was looking at me, I can't vomit until the angel is within eye range, but for the smell to affect me already… this angel must be super strong. I felt in the pits of my stomach, for the first time, the feeling of death.

I ran to my classroom, at least I knew that no one there was an angel. Why was the the smell getting worse then? I slid the door to my classroom open and right there and then, I felt my life being ripped away.

Standing right infront of me was an angel, an angel with black hair and raven eyes. In a flash, I could feel my hands turn clammy and sweat cascading down my face, I very nearly spread my wings but the teacher saved me, I would have hated her for this any other time though,

"Uzumaki Naruto!" The middle-aged, crancky old woman screeched, "to the principal's office you little runt!"

I could barely register her words but I managed to and slid the door close, his face staring at me all this time, before I ran towards the male restroom and emptied this morning's ramen into the toilet bowl.

I flushed the toilet and slid to the floor, grasping my heart throught the the green and red-checkered vest of our school uniform, the only sound seemed to my heart thumping, attempting to fly out of my rib-cage, I felt sick to the bone, an angel in my class? I reasoned with myself, he probably still doesn't know I'm a demon, if I play it cool, he'll probably never know.

Taking a shaky breath, I stood up, my legs trembling slightly, for now; I need to alert the other demons that I know in this school. On my way out, Iruka-sensei headed into the male staff restroom and Kiba brushed past me into one of the cubicles just beside the one that I had previously entered.

Looks like it was too late to alert them.

I waited outside, they emerged five minutes later, shaken and strained, their tan skin looking unnaturally pale all of a sudden. I always seemed to be able to recover the fastest after an encounter with an angel.

"The angel I saw had back eyes and black hair and he's in my class. Lucky aren't I?" I spoke sacarstically.

"You mean there's more than one? The angel I saw had silver eyes and hair and he's also a teacher." Iruka sighed.

"Then there's more than two angels here, the one I saw also had black hair and black eyes but she wasn't in your class, Naruto. She's also a senior but fortunately not in my class… oh for the love of the devil! We'll need to move house again!" Kiba gasped out.

"We can't Kiba! They still don't know who we are, can't we just stay and play it out? Iruka just got a job and we were settling in nicely, can't we stay here?" I pleaded; I didn't want to stay in the streets ever again.

The three of us contemplated for awhile, before Iruka reasoned out, "We'll need to find out more about them first. They seem pretty strong but we're fast enough for them. If it gets really dangerous we'll leave everything behind and move. Is that alright for everyone? We'll discuss more of this when we go home, for now just observe."

We nodded hesitantly before splitting up again, Kiba to his classroom, Iruka to the teacher's staff-room and me to the principal's office of which Iruka scolded me for being late again and Kiba made fun of me, not my fault, my body just happens to need more sleep than others.

After letting the lecture of being late flow from one ear in and the other out, I made my way back to class. The teacher ushered me to my seat, which just happened to be beside the angel's, the seat at the back, nearest to the window. I gulped unconsciously, my insides churning again.

I sat down heavily, my instincts told me to spread my wings and take flight, to run away but thank the devil, my mind was telling me sucker up and take it like a man, endure, endure, endure, remember the training, endure, endure, I made a consistant chant, trying to comfort myself. I felt his eyes on me but I ignored, though I felt fear grip my heart and attempted to take it away.

There was a quick movement, too fast for me to register; but I could feel something solid touch my right thigh…

I looked down— it was his hand.