How We've Fallen; Angel To Human

[Felix Falora]

Trevor sighed. It was dark at the House of Blue Leaves yet again and, once again, he needed a drink. This bad habit was really starting to mess with his head, but alcohol was the only way he could see at the moment to make all the pain concerning what Felix had done to them go away. He opened the refrigerator, however, to find all the alcohol gone. "Eh... where'd all my Bourbon go?" Trevor asked himself.

(Music for the occasion
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7U3KuRitVDQ
This music effectively fits any dramatic scene)

A glass dropped the ground behind him, shattering. Trevor turned and noticed King standing there, head slumped down with his hair in his eyes. The green-haired boy looked at the practical young Fletcher clone with confused eyes. It was only after some observation that he noticed the tears streaming down the youth's eyes. Before he could speak, however, King muttered four simple words.

"What have I done?"

Trevor's confusion only rose, but was skewed when King fell with a large thud to the ground. "K-King!" The shapeshifter rushed over to the other Brit, who was now gripping his head tightly at he laid there on the floor. "King, what's gotten into you?"

"What am I doing... What am I becoming... I'm just as horrid."

Trevor silenced as he head what King was saying. "What's going on?" he muttered to himself.

"Why did he do it? I was... so... stupid... what was he thinking... it's all my fault... all my fault..."

Trevor sighed. "How many of us are going to go through mental breakdowns?... King, don't worry. I'm gonna take you to Fletcher's, just hang in there."

[nintendonut1]

Fletcher had spent some time alone brooding. Soon enough, he gave out a shiver, realizing he was missing physical contact. King had stepped out for a bit, but when he thought he heard his young lover's voice, he calmly stood and left their bedroom, hoping to welcome him home with an endearing embrace.

But that calm thought was dashed when Fletcher saw him collapsed in the hallway. "K-King! What happened?"

[Felix Falora]

"I think he's drunk," Trevor said. "All my Bourbon's gone anyway, but right now he's sputtering nonsense."

"Horrible... terrible... I've become a monster!"

Trevor grimaced. "Now now King. Ya might not be the best of individuals as of these late days, but you're not a monster. What brought this thought upon you anyway?"

"Stupid fool... he wasn't supposed to... why would he do it... why did he do it... I'm not... So much... blood..."

"King, what are you talking about?" Trevor asked. However, he noticed there was something in King's pocket. Rummaging through it, he pulled out gray feathers, not dissimilar to what Masahiro's looked like. "Feathers... too big for a... ... ... no."

Trevor left King with Fletcher and rushed to King's room. When he opened it, his mind fell open and his eyes widened at what he saw. Encased in a glass box were angel wings, severed from the host in a clean fashion. Masahiro had recently lost his wings and become human. The wingers were of the same color as Masahiro's wings.

Masahiro had returned covered in blood that day.

"FLETCHER!"

[nintendonut1]

"Ohh, shh, shh..." Fletcher was quickly down at King's side, hoping to bring some sort of comfort. Good lord, what had happened THIS time? "King, just, calm down, please...!"

He winced at Trevor's call, replying irately, "I'm a little preoccupied at the moment, Trevor! What is it!?"

[Felix Falora]

Trevor felt nautious with what he was about to do, but he broke the glass open and pulled the wings out, coming back out with them and showing them to Fletcher. "Look at them! These are Masahiro's wings! I found them in King's room, cooped up in a glass box as if they were some kind of trophy! Fletcher, he... he cut off Masahiro's wings!"

"No he didn't." Trevor nearly jumped out of his skin, turning around as he leapt behind Fletcher. Masahiro stood there, arms crossed, looking more bored and even a bit somber then fear-ridden like King. "King did not do anything to my wings."

[nintendonut1]

Fletcher flinched deeply. "Dear GOD--" He looked away from the sight, directing his gaze down to King instead. "King, is this true...?"

But then Masahiro stepped up and confirmed it was not. He stared at the angel... or, perhaps, once angel. He knew the religious tales of what happened when angels removed their own wings...

"...You didn't."

[Felix Falora]

(Music for the occasion
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFgL3einvt8
I may have never played this game before, but the music is wonderful.)

"I did. I wanted to start from a clean slate," Masahiro said. "For all the attrocities I committed in my angelic state, I could not bear it any longer. I will admit, though, that I also had another reason for it. Not only was it my own sadness, but it was the sadness and anger of others, such as King and Kyle, who had seen nothing but the badness in us natural-born angels. We, Felix and I, have given a bad name to our race. They knew so; I know so. I also knew Kyle hated me. Not only did I not do enough to help him when he was possessed by Oni, but when I tried to selfishly return that one time before, I left such a bad impression that even I, when I finally woke up and thought about it, could not stand. However, if you must contribute guilt upon King, he is the only one to speak his hatred... and the only one to make me realize what I had to do."

"You wanted to speak to me?" King asked. They had slipped out while Trevor was singing in the Kareoke bar.

"I do. I dare not speak to Kyle about it because he's had enough problems to handle as is, what with..." Masahiro sighed. "King, I know you hate me."

"... So I do," King said. "But in retrospect, what have you done for us? You've only hurt us again and again, just like that asshole Felix. And it goes well beyond just you and him. Your religion, your lord, his followers, all of it based on hypocracy and hidden hate."

"King, I am not here to argue with you about it," Masahiro said. "The instability that this hatred will cause could very well lead to an infighting. I do not want anyone else to suffer more pain because one of us is thrown out due to yet another mental breakdown. But I need to know what it is I have to do to earn your respect."

"Earn my respect? You and your ilk could never earn my respect," King growled. "You tramps look down at us, stomp all over us, and yet we're expected to just kneel and grovel at your feet and take it."

"King, I'm serious. There has to be something, anything I can do. Just tell me."

King looked at Masahiro and gave a smug smirk before turning away. "Well why don't you cut off your wings?" He chuckled softly. "After all, your wings are the source of your angelicism, not to mention what you hold high to bolster your egos. Certainly you could bear to part with those if you were so worried about me." He smirked softly. "But no angel, after all, could bear to part with his belove-"

A thud took King off guard. He turned around and his eyes widened, jaw dropping with shock. Masahiro stood there, teeth clenched, sword drawn. On the ground before King were his severed wings. The flesh on the angel's back looked torn and was bleeding a great deal. Yet he hadn't made a single pained sound during the cutting. "Is... Is this... good enough?" Masahiro panted in his pained state.

King felt the nausea and urge to scream build up inside his stomach. He had only been being his usual nasty self when he had suggested the severing of Masahiro's wings. He hadn't actually thought the man would do it. Why did he do it though? Why did he care?

"Now's not the time to look so frightened," Masahiro said. "They'll be coming out soon. We need to convince them this came out of injury of a fight. Now fix yourself and don't lose it, ok? We'll have to make this convincing to escape suspicion."

"You've got to be kidding," Trevor asked, his jaw dropped open as well.

[nintendonut1]

Fletcher listened quietly, not saying a word. It wasn't that he didn't believe what he was hearing; this was behavior typical of the both of them. They had always seemed to be at each others' throats, hostile or not. But for it to come this far... now where did that leave them?

"...King..." He finally spoke, remembering the quivering boy in his arms. "...I highly doubt your words alone swayed him." He directed his gaze up at Masahiro, choosing his words delicately. "..I'm more inclined to believe Masahiro would not do something so drastic on a whime."

[Felix Falora]

"I did it because the hostility had to end," Masahiro said. "If something like what happened were to happen again, where would that leave us? And let's face it... me and King were always ready to just seemingly go at it. What happened to King, how I treated him when he first came in and beyond, I'm not surprised he hated me. But after... after Felix's treachery, I eventually realized that all this hate and anger would just lead to us doing the same thing somehow. One of us might've tried to hurt the other and, in doing so, it would've been a mindfuck all over again, whether for Perceval or for you, Fletcher. I didn't want that to happen again. I didn't want anyone else to feel pain on my accord. And believe me, while King 'gloated' about it, for lack of a better term, I thought about it... and I eventually came to the conclusion that this was for the best. I only hurt people as an angel. So I figured, if I became a human, maybe I could start to help people, to start on my own path of redemption. What I didn't think, however, is that King would become so guilt ridden about it."

[nintendonut1]

Fletcher slowly nodded, as what he described was quite noble for him. Still, he shook his head in dismay at his last statement. "Not considering all consequences again? You should probably work on that."

It was rare, for Fletcher to say anything in jest, but he recognized the obvious need to lighten the mood. He came back down to King. "There, now, you see? Masahiro made his choice. There's no need to hold yourself completely accountable for it."

[Felix Falora]

King's body still shook, but he seemed to speak more clearly when he spoke, even though he still sounded troubled.

"But they were his... were his wings... How could anyone just give up... how could anyone give up who they are so quickly?"

[nintendonut1]

"I highly doubt the decision was made in that second," Fletcher shook his head. "Masahiro gave his reason quite clearly. He wanted a clean slate. Clearly he values those around him more than his own pride of being an angel."

[Felix Falora]

"But I... I never intended for him to... I didn't mean for him to..."

"King, what would be best for you right now is to go to bed and sober up," Masahiro said with a sigh. "When your temporary insanity is not being fueled by the alcohol clouding your senses, maybe you and Fletcher can talk about it then. But until then, rest would be good for you."

[nintendonut1]

Fletcher nodded solumnly. "I agree. Come now, King..." He gently eased his lover on his feet and back towards his room.

[Felix Falora]

King was still whimpering, almost dogishly, but did not resist as Fletcher took him off. "Hmmm... so it finally came to this? Still... what you did was highly noble. And it took balls. From now on, I think you should be top in your relationship," Trevor said to Masahiro.

"Wh-Where did that come from?!" Masahiro protested, a heavy blush on his face.