Milena Velba Vintage Girdle

Plans and prophecies

Well, I now a new chapter of have been "light without heat" done. Last night, perhaps as a thousand words to the existing one thousand, and then add the remaining four today thousands to the end of the chapter. I was in total cost maybe 3-4 hours. Why could not it happen sooner, I wonder?
I sat damn nearly four months on the chapter and it was and was not ready.
Well, three months if you take out with Christmas.

Anyway. With " Shinobi at Howarts" it is again similar run, I will attend the weekend attack, if not "Kiryuu" hinzuschummelt. As. also. always.

I have vacation soon! Geil. To 4 April and if I'm not driven out of my own house because I do nothing, there should be few problems. When you have so much time to read either all the pent-up fanfictions, looks in the mailbox every hour to see if it has not yet been given an update or painted at last all the pictures that we had planned long ago to the big screen to bring. Or I could also see all the TV series that I've always wanted to see, hach.

But the best is actually that if then come the summer holidays and I have Uni, ausschwirrt my family and myself can be in peace!

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Silver Damask Curtains

light without heat (3 /?)

Michael landed elegantly on his balcony, which was reached from the bedroom. With a wave broke the protective cover, the other is prevented from entering and he stepped through the opening doors. Simultaneously, the walls began to fire flares and lit up the room with their glow. Automatically, he had his wings disappear and a few individual feathers were sailing to the ground.

Michael snorted and ran his hand through hair as he calmed down. That is, he tried it. Yet he could not prevent a few flames crept to his feet. From a sudden impulse, he put his shoes on fire and within seconds it had turned into ashes. Now he was standing there with bare feet and felt a little better. He ran across the ocean, which was warmed by his astral force and went to the other side of the room where a giant mirror was. He did not take care of all the weapons magazines connect to everywhere were scattered around. arrived before the mirror he looked at himself.

Yes, the sight was still the same.

looked at him for thousands of years of this face when he looked in the mirror. Until that had changed months ago. He could still do not believe it.

Michael growled as he thought.

few months ago, he had covered his body with a magic veil when he noticed that he began to change. He had not even considered at or about thought, but just only hidden his sight. Above all. Even from themselves

first he had feared Uriel would notice something, but nothing. No one had approached him on it. What luck. Slightly uncertain, he looked again into the mirror. He still was he himself that should change when he broke the veil now?

With a beating heart, he took off his clothes. It was a traditional garment, not to fight, but is rather formal. Not what he had worn all the time, but more like something that his body concealed and hidden from prying eyes. In the end, he stood there only in a short, narrow and black shorts. Otherwise, he was naked.

Michael closed his eyes and ended the spell he had created with his firepower. It was not really the type who relied on this kind of magic, but it was useful. Mainly because no one suspected that he dominated them.

Almost immediately he felt a pull in his body. He coughed and gasped and fell on her knees, but he refused to look in the mirror. His left side of the face and chest plate began to burn. Because where the dragon was tattooed, went from an incredible pain and Michael doubled up. He coughed again and this time he was haunted blood. His vision blurred and his hands began to tremble. He could not stop it. He was helpless and he hated that feeling.

Meanwhile, Michael was lying on her stomach on the floor, breathing control. He was accustomed to pain, but as this was beyond his imagination. He could not even stun him and the intensity of excessive tears in his eyes, he tried to suppress. With pain he cried out, for now began to sting a bit in his back. Michael suggested that it was his wings. He knew he was helpless at the moment and do nothing else, could but wait until the conversion stopped, but maybe it helped him when he revealed his wing, the source of his power.

A kind of pain he had never experienced a war angel and he had plenty of experience can do with all sorts of wounds and pain, but had the charm of what he had wanted to hide, So back pushed it now with a vengeance came back. Since this is about his own astral force acting, the now turned against him, he could do nothing else than to wait for it.

He could not stop the process or stop. speed only to stop him so. So he spread his wings.

The pain, however, intervened immediately to its wings. The one lay limp on the floor, wincing slightly as he took up the pain and began the process for Michael's body easier. The other wing stretched so far over Michael's body, that the view was hidden in the red-haired angel. Michael got a little easier air and wiped the blood from the mouth.

get up the force, he found, however. His wings he had taken the worst pain, but he had been violent. The spell he had used was, but was otherwise, was believed to be first. When he had noticed on the evening of his return from the battlefield changes, its only purpose was to make the undone. So he did it look like, even had believed, but an illusion was an illusion and occurred as the resolution of the spell, it was collapsed.

Michael felt he was getting tired.

That was too much now. The whole time had been fighting against what had spread through his body and it had taken him. As hard as he could keep his eyes open. Most of all he would immediately fall asleep, but he managed to crawl slowly to the bed.

Trying to get up, let him fall to the ground again.

He hated his weakness; but the fire incident today had pulled on his nerves, especially to get himself back under control, had made him ready. It was not easy to hold back, not the anger, giving in his rage and despair that were still in his soul at home. Just because the Messiah had him back gives a little clarity, did not mean that these feelings were gone. The old conflict between him and Lucifer, was eons ago. So old that the worldview of the people he had created, still lived in it all the heads on and he longed to quit now!

But in this state, he could not.

Michael gritted his teeth and moved to his bed. to spend

A night on the floor, was not necessarily the most pleasant and relaxing for your body. It would also come tomorrow servant that would make clean. Although only a few were allowed to enter this room, but they would find him so ago, they would immediately force him to Raphael.

Michael was breathing heavily on the bed arrived and when at last pulled up on the fabric.

If he had known that such effects could have, would perhaps not attend Raphael. For this strange change certainly was. But think about it he could not now. Tomorrow, yes tomorrow, he would make himself think about what had caused the change in his astral force and before it came.

exhausted, as after a long and valiant battle against an army of demons, he had his head fall into the pillow and closed his eyes. He still taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, but he hardly noticed. Too often he had experienced this when he would make himself worried about whether his body could endure that. Physical pain, he was accustomed. In the fight one is often injured. Blood was his source of life, only when it rained from the sky, he could leave his worries, his past, his life behind him. The noise of the battlefield when the war clashed repeatedly sword, faith and body together, then he was, was what he was created.

He not even tried to deny it, but as an eternal destruction fight on and on, could be tiring for him. Recently, the desire had been less exhilarating. The attempt to convince himself, the fun would chase the demons come back, more and more trickled into the sea of doubt.

exhausted in body and mind, pushing aside the thoughts of Michael.

He stretched himself in his huge bed and felt his limbs became increasingly difficult. Not even the power to make the eyes would he can afford now.

But then he felt the presence of another being at the end of the room.

He had his eyes closed.

" sir," asked he heard his servant. "Can I help you? Wishes her something? "

first he wanted to say something harsh is the disturbance, but he thought better of it. He was no longer in the mood of the new war-lord to be, who went only so rare to rest, but right now that was the case.

" No, I do not want to be disturbed geh."

Buy his servant disappeared again. At last he was quiet.

no further than to think anything more, he gave himself up to his weariness and fell into a deep sleep, which enveloped him like a protective coat and had forgotten everything.

-
As
Rosiel later approached the residence of Angel Fire, he stopped and stayed where he was. From a distance he looked the house, which is actually more of a castle with lots of horns, corners and edges as a palace of the big four was similar. Thoughtfully, he recalled his last meeting with Michael. In the words of each other, they had only, when he had made eye Setsunas by the body in possession, to let this be in the process of Jibril it.

Their meeting was so short that you could hardly describe it. He had then generates a subspace to paralyze Michaels airship lay. Something else was also not have been possible, in order to prevent Michael on arrival in the hall of justice. The Uriel had intervened, was already surprising enough, like Raphael's support, but Michael would have been fatal to his former plans.

because it might move the world order and their creators are gone, but he would never violate the first law of life: underestimating Michael. This was right when he said that the Elementary would get along better with the organic angel because they were the guardian angels of nature, but equally true was his statement that they just could not stand him. But that Michael had actually spoken only for himself. He and the fire angels were in the past have often come together.

Be it personal, in combat or to the question of who was the real commander. The existence of its black army was Michael gone against the grain properly, and because he had refused in the end, to support him, he was ultimately the fight against Alexiel in the second great war is lost.

But that was past.

It did not matter what was at that time with him because that was over. Not over, however, Michaels was in dispute with itself Alexiel had no idea when she said that the relationship between Michael and his brother was disturbed. When Lucifer was in his service, he had never shown emotion. Infinite cold and evil, its appeal had been to kill his desire always present.

Gee whiz, Michael, but he had also chosen a strange soul as a twin. Or vice versa, which could not be as accurate . Say

Rosiel looked again down at the place where he could feel how the vibrations of the fire were quiet. It was better if he would not appear there now. Unnoticed Rosiel turned around and flew back through the night. He would not wake up this sleeping dragon. No one should, for the fire, he spat was dangerous for anyone who came into contact with it.

-

The next morning, slowly beat Michael on the eyes. He tried to remember, what had happened yesterday, that he lay with outstretched wings on his bed, spread blood over it. He yawned and stretched. The wind blew the thin curtains aside and let in the sunshine. A quick look outside, did Michael feel almost back, his strength returned.

The sunrise announced the new day and with it increased his strength, his connection with the embodiment of the fire itself as he felt strong enough, he swung the blanket to the side, slipped to the edge, but remained sitting there for a while.

He felt the tingle in his back because his wings were still spread out, yet still hung limply down. A bit disoriented, he ran his fingers through his hair. His whole body felt a little numb. As through a veil remembered the pain from the previous evening.

He searched his mind for the answer, what had happened. There is a lot to him again after some reflection one. He had dissolved the spell that lay over his body. Spells and Illusions were not really deal with his personal style issue, so he had wanted to indulge his forces a break. He lacked the necessary concentration to get something like this to remain intact.

But there was something else, which is now urged in his mind now. He should take the opportunity to see if the lifting of the spell had caused any harm. Slowly and somewhat dazed, he stood up. For a moment he had to hold on to the bedpost, because otherwise he would be upset again. He had the action of the evening more Power cost than expected.

A dark foreboding was Michael, as a precaution against what would be expected may retain its wings in the state. Easily frustrated by the so-unpleasant early morning, Michael crossed his bedroom and headed for the large mirror hanging in the passageway to his bathroom.

Mentally, he began to plan his day. He felt a certain weariness had in himself and Michael pull themselves together so as not to give in to impulse, again back to go to bed. But his experience told him that he does not get soft now, but had to pull themselves together. Inside, Michael felt like the fire of his soul, his fire that he kept, housed and guarded, not so much burned, as was the case otherwise. One reason for concern, because he allowed himself only to be so exhausted after the long and difficult battles with the demons.

His fire was burning in his soul, and with his will and in his blood.

Michael went to the mirror. After having a look inside thrown, had widened his eyes full of disbelief.

"No!"

Michael stared in the mirror. Incredulous, he laid his hands on the surface of the mirror and his reflection did the same. The touch of his fingertips with smooth surface, let him be aware that this was not an unreal dream or a bad joke.

It was real

The face that looking at him from the mirror and the body that belonged to that face was no longer the same that he had yesterday seen yet. Not anymore, that he had worn for eons with him. In a few seconds before Michael's mind flashed to the images that it has been his realization that he would never be larger than most other angels had pursued.

The laughing other young angels who made fun of him because he was smaller.

the contemptuous glances of the officers who followed his instructions and then pay for expensive . Had

The injured comments archdemon, when, once again struck the demon army on the heavenly hosts, and he turned the duel with the evil ones.

It was Michael unreal and yet he knew immediately that he was really grown overnight. It might only be a few inches, not even anyone had noticed, but the fact that at last the miracle had happened, to which he was trapped for ages in the body of a child, are now grown up but still threatened.

Michael did not find any explanation for it.

He had hated that child's body. His mind always had aged, he had made one of the great angels in heaven, but his body had refused the request to pursue in its interior. But at last, where he was over it, since the Messiah had hammered him a little mind, his traitorous body decided yet but it? It was strange and unreal.

Michael found no explanation for it.

He considered in the exact mirror. Previously he had always stuck in the body of a thirteen-year-old boy. His wild dragon tattoo, his leather clothing, weapons, and the wild red hair had hidden it, but he had felt it every day of its existence. To be small. Raphael himself had been able to do anything. And now ...?

Now he stared at a face that he did not know.

It seemed strange. Mature, grown up and surprised, but also gained remarkable.

But one displeased him.

displeased him very powerful and only the shock alone prevented Michael out there to really understand. His face had changed overnight so that the similarity was seen with his twin brother really.

His eyes wandered to his dragon tattoo that he had been since the moment he first great war. It has always been with him. Since the date on which his brother had betrayed, Luzifel, the sky. He even refused to recognize them as the brother of Lucifer, whom he had once been. The other twin, who had destroyed the Creator, was not the same man had once been in its infancy its big brother.

Michael turned away from the mirror and thought.

his energy and his behavior had always been dependent on his brother. They were part of a whole. Even if he denied it, so it was true nonetheless. He trembled with rage. Rage against Lucifer, the Creator, the world and to himself he had to restrain himself not to burn everything in this room down.

Michael pushed back the numbness in his body, which had dominated him until just. This returned the power he had been missing. His self-confidence and self-confidence replace the doubts which had triggered his new reflection.

with renewed determination, he again looked in the mirror. He would not run away. Especially not from themselves not even from his brother. But his appearance made him really think that he could not be quite as brave as he wanted it. For if he had had enough courage, he would admit now that his face resembled more that of Lucifer than before.

He put his hand on his breast, as where his dragon ran over the body and drove to the contours of his finger. This dragon was without doubt the memory of the day when he banished his brother forever from the sky. Sometimes he had thought of getting rid of this tattoo, because his sight again and again reminded him of Lucifer.

Raphael could be drawing on his skin to disappear within a second if he would ask him, but every time he decided to do it, He knew at that moment that he would miss the dragon scary, it should not be there. Just was not able to pull the dragon from his body, he was a part of his soul.

suddenly felt Michael, like the dragon pulsated in his hand.

first stared the fire angel on his hand, then his kite. It was not the first time Sometimes the dragon did that, but so strong was the pulse never been before. And never been so resistant. It was just always been a weak pull. But the strong pulse, almost like the beating heart in his chest, was new.

And it irritated him.

It had to be related to Lucifer. He knew the source of the Dragons and been burned with what force the dragon in his skin. What had his brother came up again now?

Michael tried to imagine what could be planning Lucifer, but after the Prince of Hell had described him as a morning star, he was no longer appeared. The Messiah had last seen him, but Lucifer was supposedly disappeared in a bright light and had not been seen since! Sure, he was now in hell. What had he ever taken away from the place of the last fight, it was not important.

But it was important that had now changed with the new pulse, his astral power a little. Only a little, and certainly not much. But enough to be noticed. It was like as if somewhere a further source risen, the now donated fresh new force.

But where did she come from?

Actually, it could not matter to him. He could also defeat Lucifer Sun He needed two more Do not swing that Lucifer had. But when he tried to prove that, then he had to find Lucifer. He had to get rid of this damn problem again, so he could finally finish this fight.

He had hesitated long enough. Lucifer's behavior cast him again and again off course. He did not care. This time he would be the one who would challenge the Prince of Hell to fight. That would get him out of his hole.

But he had to find the prince of hell first, know what this was going maybe. This required accurate planning. It would be a battle. Between heaven and hell, between him and Lucifer. Because he could not simply walk to Sheol and Lucifer challenge.

No, he had to proceed differently.

What Metal Should I Use For A Frame

light without heat (2 /?)

" YOUR UNABLE WORMS! OUT! MIR IS NO LONGER IN THE EYES OR I BURN TO ASHES YOU BEFORE YOU CAN EVER REMEMBER RAPHAEL TO HELP TO CALL! OUT! "

It ran a whole swarm of followers Michaels out of the room of their Lord. The door slammed shut, not without a couple of fireballs that came after flying and burning the skin layers of a few servants. Panting, the assembled servants stayed outside, thanks to his fate came with his life.

The wall had partially crack, as the door had been thundering out of the narrow crack in the door and black smoke was rising, a sure sign that just anything verkokelte. The subordinates of the fire angel looked anxiously at the spectacle from a safe distance. Although they were used to temper tantrums, and it could sometimes be quite hot, but actually Michael-sama had during the office working on his anger is not simple servants who were subordinate to him, sometimes did not even but simply running errands in exporting. Slowly, the dense smoke and the servants have gone on record a little further.

Concerned deliberated you are. Normally you would now try Camel-sama to calm the Archangel, but Camel was the moment at the border and served as chief officer on behalf of Michael-sama's army. All staff currently fervently wished the fire angels out there too, but it was so generally just happy that the Archangel had at all times let down the paper work. Certain things had to the archangel now, unfortunately, sometimes even do that no one else could take over for him. For two months, Michael was now back in the castle and even though he was now in a strange mood, mostly everything was very still. They had already believed in miracles, but the current Situation proved once again that the Archangel Michael was unpredictable. The lower angels turned to the head of the library.

" What should we do now, sir? Michael-sama is furious, but the valuable documents ...!"

The head of the library as well weighed what he should do now. It has often happened in his term that Michael-sama had destroyed some books or stack of papers, whose loss he was very sorry, but it was never gone so far that it threatened a to burn most of all collected books. When the first flames crept under the door, he acted quickly.

" quick. Informed Uriel-sama. He must be informed of this situation. In addition, we give Raphael-sama know, he is perhaps the only one who can calm Michael-sama. But hurry, before it's burned. "

two servants ran away. The librarian folded hands and prayed to the fate that but everything should be fine. Something told him that the situation was more serious than they seemed at first. There had been in the past have often similar accidents, but had never to this extent during office work, because the fire angels must learn hard way that burnt files only made more work. Therefore, he had learned it himself together with office work, which now had to be done once.

The reputation of the military leader was known, but just as much as was he responsible enough to know that one employee could not be arbitrarily violated. This behavior is not used by Michael-sama, her master tried to be always possible, but be patient. This pattern fits more like the tough military leader, which one got to see when Michael moved into battle and then expecting absolute obedience from his men.

the librarian knew that he could think of no such thing, but he was concerned in the Pacific to complete mental health of his Lord. Michael-sama was indeed a more prestigious angels and exalted in every respect a ruling, but it made the work under the fire angel difficult, as this could change in behavior from second to second.

It might perhaps be that Michael, the nickname of Mika and then tolerated, not to be one of equals and friends constantly reminded of his rank and to the theater around it to mu ; need, but they also feared that only a further wedge might be that the ailing psyche just split even further.

After the unrest ended had that had been triggered by the appearance of the Messiah had her, Mika-sama, who had previously been known only as a bully, at last a bit about its position and to all his work GeKu takes care. In recent centuries, had begun to work shifts roughly the last millennia and to comb through.

beginning they had been shocked at how to put the angel on one such responsible behavior on the day, but had not complained, took her master them now on many tasks. Many were of course asked what suddenly moved into the Archangel, after he had dodged for so long only on battlefields, but the Angels fire was not the only one who had returned to work.

Uriel had returned from the underworld and taken up his duties again.

and Jibril were Raphael and Michael followed his example, when she awoke. The healer had cured of his injuries and was then more attentively than before went to work had, nevertheless, retained some of its burdens. Jibril had trouble her full memory and forces to take back, but so slowly did the awareness of Sara Mudo dissolve. After her death in the human world was this gone to heaven and returned to her old body.

Something similar had happened when Setsuna Mudo different from the human world, for the souls of Rosiel and Alexiel had materialized from his soul. In Setsunas death forces were divided evenly, so the old argument could never break out. Even had the twins during the time in the soul Setsunas buried all other discrepancies and had the work done to rebuild the sky, because after the fall of the former ruler was up here the absolute chaos broke out, as there now was no longer leading edge and no one managed to to put through.

But since Alexiel and Rosiel be taken together had the lead, ably supported by Uriel by his wise understanding, seemed to slow again, at least some order to return. At the same time they tried some reforms are added and the sky to redesign to avoid the risk of re- Reign of terror to sail against.

In general, there had been two surprises that had not been completely calculated. The one that was the Messiah was not worked out in Rosiel and Alexiel, as was first assumed, but had reached an independent soul to heaven. He was still a part of humanity and the other part of the force and Alexiel Rosiel stuck in it. He was treated by them as a younger sibling and the three seemed to have a pretty good relationship to each other, despite what had happened in the past.

The other amazing thing was much, and which had particularly pleased with the Messiah, appeared the man was out of the blue Kato, the man who had fought on the side of Christ, but unfortunately not survived had . This one was so popular, however it was different. They had found him one day in heaven, but even this could not even tell you how he survived that fateful event. It was still a mystery, but apparently should Setsuna Mudo Adam Kadamon thanked in a prayer.

-

The librarian was pulled from his thoughts when he saw approaching from a distance a tall figure. Relieved, he sighed. Uriel-sama would get the situation back under control. At the same moment was the archangel of earth beside him.

° What has happened? ° asked Uriel.

" Uriel-sama. It's terrible, "said the librarian. "Michael-sama had a tantrum, but we do not know exactly why. He chased us out and then it broke out this flame chaos. "

had now spread the flames on the floor and held back any creature that dared to be that of the door to even begin to approach. A servant was already burned miserably, because she had been foolish enough to approach the door to calm Michael.

Uriel looked at the situation. It looked bad. The flames do not resort to the establishment of, at least it was not destroyed, only blackened by soot. This meant that Michael was the moment every living being kept at bay. He had a car suspected what might have placed him in a rage, but it was not that hard to guess that there must have been the name of Lucifer, who had held indirectly this chaos.

° What were processed for documents today? °

" What? "

° Questions not! Answer me! · prevailed, Uriel to the lower angels.

" Excuse me. Today, some reports of the first great war were re-sorted. Especially the chapter in which Lucifer officially turned away from heaven, the demons are followed and for the first fallen angel was. "

Uriel now would most like to curse loudly and simultaneously demolished the librarian's head for his stupidity, but that did not exist. Once he had no voice, it was the only time that he now regretted and it could also kill any employee, even if this had really deserved it. He waved him away and thought about the critical situation.

He could well imagine what had happened. In reading the old reports were with Mika memories awake and had more and more het up, so Michael, it was hard to hold back so as not to burn down the whole palace. He had driven his subjects also to bring them out of danger and had prevented his magical flames, that he soon came close to someone again. Uriel Raphael felt approaching with Alexiel. Maybe they did find a solution together, even if Uriel had not much hope.

" Uriel. What happened? "Said the healer to meet him.

· Michael °

That was answer enough.

Uriel said only that one word, but based on the position and tone of voice that knew immediately what that meant. Just as concerned as Uriel, he stood next to him, the distance between them and the flame conditions. Raphael ran his fingers through his blond hair and analyzed the whole thing as it protects. Uriel passed the information he had received and the three angels fell into silence. Alexiel out and cursed again, walked up and down, but that they expressed just what they all thought.

little further away had some water along with angel Jibril up a shield so that the fire could not spread further, but they were not able to delete it. Shortly thereafter, in place of the injured Raphael and heal body, while he listened to the following interview.

" What shall we do?" Asked Alexiel finally as her wait was too stupid, but they dared not throw to himself in the flames, as well as Uriel and Raphael kept apart.

" We can do anything!" Replied Raphael.

" We need something to do!" Alexiel now answer it. "We do anything we want here at some point all in flames! Even if not and Mika calmed after a while, we have the episodes, because the Council hates it when he already gets problems with Michael. They are very angry that he has left the border against their instructions and have it only tolerated because they slow the workaholic in denial. An action like this will make all the calls about Mika flare up again. "

°, it is so bad about Michael? °, wanted to know Uriel worried.

" it will not banish the same, but they do not like that Michael rarely obey their instructions. They fear its reliability. After trying to build a new order, it could be that they dismiss him as an official of the Archangel and can only be general. "

" Why only the office of the fourth archangel? You could but with a whole threaten termination. Michael would not have to worry. He has enough wealth to allow us to live like that! "

" No one is in military service as knowledgeable as he. A new fire angel they could get used to, which is easily replaceable, but Michael is the only one who has the experience necessary to lead a possible new war with hell or to prevent it. "

" The sky is planning to Lucifer a war? "wanted to know Raphael shocked.

so completely he could not imagine it. The Council again and did not play along as long as Michael was nothing new and essential for the sky was threatened that not even the exile. Any other angels would behave in such an already long been accused, but the Council knew that Uriel would not play as long as this self is no reason to charge him. In so far as Michael enjoyed a special law in the sky. But the idea was frightening to a new war with hell.

" We do not know if something is planned in this direction," he informed Alexiel "The timing was good because we are weak, but I can not imagine that hell is better off than we are right now. Sorry, we do not know! "

° it depends solely on Lucifer and his further plans from! · , mingled now Uriel. ° God to kill his goal he has achieved is questionable just what he now wants to do. But if he has even a passing understanding, then renewed fighting can be avoided. °

" can How do you say such a thing? "

say · Accurate, only Michael. I think that Lucifer has backed off because his own argument with his brother is not yet over. He is waiting for Michael's next train, but we do not know if and when Michael sees ever ready to speak again with his brother! ·

" you think that the the trigger for this was chaos here? "

° Lucifer is always the cause. His whole existence revolves around his brother. Prior to his treachery and for his betrayal. He hangs between his old love for his brother who is back for so long and the everlasting wrath of Lucifer. °

" he love his brother, despite of what he did, as more and more? Is that possible? "Wanted to know Alexiel now.

was silent for a moment before he said quietly Uriel: ° The but you should really know better! °

The phrase echoed in Alexiel head.

She had forgotten that she and Rosiel true not the only ones who were born as twins. Often, people forgot that Michael and Lucifer were born simultaneously. Since Lucifer only as' brother 'Michael' was called, you had this fact forgotten, but it makes a huge difference. After a while she turned away and disappeared in the direction of her room. Maybe so they could help or Rosiel Michael. One last look at the flame throwing and convincing that one could do at the moment really nothing that Michael now apparently wanted to be alone, she disappeared.

Uriel also went back to work, but with a pensive expression, which showed that he too was worried. Raphael stayed behind and took care of the rest wounded.

-

The flames raged around the room, heats the air and smoke were rising. Michael sat in the center, surrounded by fire. He seemed to caress and comfort him without hurting though. The fire would never dare to hurt his master to do.

Michael, however, was happy that it was really hot. Sometimes everything was burned and already you could see nothing, but the heat could also be evaporated tears. Had he been able, would have he now cried. Before him on the desk was the report of a soldier who described the struggle as the Archangel Michael the new Prince of Hell in open battle to task. When he had read that a wave of pain had rolled over him.

Shortly after he had been hiding in the flames and Michael had just so exhausted subordinates to chase out of the room, so no harm was done, then he had hid themselves. Michael was the one who mourned now and regretting the old days thought, while the other part of him the fire of anger in his body stoked.

Relieved, he served as Uriel, Raphael and, above all Alexiel disappeared again. Had they approached the fire, so they would have eventually managed to lure him here, but he wanted to spend his own. He would fly back on top now. Michael got up slowly. He noted that it was now dark night and no angel out of office building was located. He walked to the door, opened it and peered out cautiously. It seems no one really was there. He quickly left the room and fled out through the nearest window. He did not care that the flame still burned. As a bright fireball in the sky he flew through the night to his house.

be left alone only.

He did not see Rosiel from one of the rooms looked after him.

-

Rosiel turned away from the window when he saw Michael rushed it. He looked across the dark room, to his sister, before a Spiegel stood absently combed the long brown hair. In his view could be read clearly doubts. His silver hair in long waves down and many of the inorganic angel playing with a strand of hair.

Rosiel thought back to how it after the fight against God in Setsunas soul had awakened his sister beside him. That was an awakening. Because obviously it was not possible they were both put to rest and accommodate all their souls only. Setsuna was therefore more or less from the date on which he had returned to earth, every day Rosiel and had to do Alexiel. Because after so long since the war of sealing and the twins had not been willing to miss the chance to get to know people. Rosiel regretted Setsuna still a little bit.

His life was really not been easy.

first one was forced unknowingly into a war between angels, angels and demons, then you had to save the world and had to be last and no chance of a normal life get . Too much had happened when the Setsuna would return to earth can. Despite the ugly end they had managed to continue its existence as a trio. Them was a life together rather than separately, even if it were a regular friction. Between more and Rosiel Alexiel than Setsuna. Their relationship always fluctuated a little. Rosiel admitted that Setsuna had grown close to him, even if it had lasted a while and he knew that Setsuna was thinking the same about him.

Alexiel around again to the Messiah had a special relationship. But who is surprised? Setsuna was the incarnation of his sister and therefore her in a way Are connected, as it could hardly understand one another. It was similar to him and Alexiel only in a slightly different way - after they shared the times the twin band, which was already known among men. When Angel had a such a twin birth on the whole lives of the two angels. Only now were not many twins were born.

It occurred to him why he had ordered her Alexiel him at all. The warning call of his sister had alerted him and he had appeared very quickly, in spite of which the Alexiel otherwise. She had told him what had happened. Again threw it a quick look outside. The line of fire in the sky was now gone, so Michael was already home. If he really see?

" Alexiel, why should I just go to Michael?" Said Rosiel now coming after a while. His voice echoed in the room again, because it was so quiet. Alexiel turned to him, she had heard the seriousness in his voice, even if it had not been heard for a normal being. She stood up and her eyes and her hair gleamed in the candlelight.

" because only it can, dear Rosiel," she said softly. Rosiel liked the sound, even though few knew it at all except that the wild Alexiel talk so ever could.

" Only me? Something that you can not, dear sister? "Rosiel was slightly playful. Only rarely could Alexiel admit that she does not make it. But Alexiel made this impossible, but went up to him and put a hand on the cheek.

" Rosiel, I think the situation is more serious than we think all of them. I feel as organic angel it for quite a while, but it's getting worse, Michael's forces begin to play crazy. He is not in harmony with itself "

Surprised moved Rosiel an eyebrow up.

" That's nothing new! Michael is one of the most powerful, but also to the Strangest us. He has always been a topic of discussion by the Council and will always will be. Only its status and its indispensability to save him sighing with a hard punishment. "

Alexiel. "I know Rosiel. We all know that. But we do not admit it and this time something is different. It is perhaps because the god is finally dead. "

" What do you mean, sister? "

" Michael was, as far as I know, always in conflict with his brother. We were both long time banished and sealed, so we can not say exactly, but their relationship is very similar to ours. "

you now fits all to her brother, who took her in his arms. Rosiel felt that sister had just been tortured by thoughts are gloomy and wanted to help her. She continued.

" How was Lucifer always preferred treatment and was equipped with more power than Michael. Michael has, however, as you always have to fight for attention, but that before all the angels and not only before God. They also share a band, but they have never shown that it exists. They ignore their feelings and they go because of it. No one can well understand how Michael must have felt when his brother - the pride of the whole sky - God revealed himself and he had to chase him out of paradise "

. Rosiel silent, and again took Alexiel the word.

" Rosiel, I know you never had to create a lot with Michael, but the only one who can begin to know, hovering between which depths are Michael, please try thou to change something. I fear for the fate of the fire and Engels to the prince of hell. When I look at her, then I think both of us and me, which it could have go wrong. When I see Michael, I know your resemblance and the idea that Michael is just as helpless as perhaps one day you can, look at me, because if something happens I'll always dream still say I could have lost you. "

Rosiel did not have much to answer. It seemed really to his sister at heart, that Lucifer and Michael found her happiness, just as it was succeeded. For Rosiel had to admit that the last decades Alexiel and Setsuna were the most beautiful of his life. But only for them he would talk to Michael.

" I 'll try, dear sister. But I do not know what will come of it. I can only help Michael with his feelings to come to law, for great is the chance not think he and his brother to come together. But their positions have always been too different, and still are. Apart from the long hatred and the twisted love, cherish each other. "

" Thank Rosiel "

The twins due in a hug and shook mutual protection and comfort. Protection from the past and the dark nightmares. They did not even really pretend to be happy if they knew that others just went through the same thing as it once was.

Rosiel left little later his sister, and flew to where he felt Michael. The flicker of the fire element was to actually feel like Alexiel had said. He also felt that Setsuna would soon be with Alexiel. Well, it was better if it now was not alone. Rosiel had recently developed an urge his sister to want to protect, even if it was actually the angel of war. But she was still haunted by guilt and reproached himself, as he himself had already forgiven him and his sister.

But he had a bad feeling as he approached Michael's estate. It would be difficult to speak with fire angel underestimated and he was allowed the first Archangel not completely determined.

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Michael stepped over piles of bodies.

expected, this was nothing special, because it was known that if the fire angel snaps, could lose the enemy while ever his life. If you wanted to put it gently. The reality was so great that the Archangel Michael, as violent as any other angel was. Wherever he appeared, something broke down, broke bones as if they were wooden syringe and blood, as it were water.

Under demons was the fire angels feared.

Even the angels of the High Council did not know how much Michael's power and reputation was feared in the underworld, as otherwise one would have certainly been worried that such an angel rather not execute would have. But Michael could be grateful that there were people who covered him in silence and without any issues. These were once Mika people who were out of respect, reverence and fear the flap, and Uriel and Raphael. The two other archangels knew that there was no other solution, because without their heavenly Hooligan they had no warlord everything that would come against the demonic hordes into battle.

But despite the secrecy afraid of even the normal before the angels and archangels whose cruel deeds that were told in the population, if that was floated into the palace. It was rare that he visited and in general it was also grateful about it because every time Michael has led to one of his visits an all repair. There were angels who had been specially hired to clean up after Michael again. Michael did not seem in the least take care. The Lord of the fire was completely no matter how much destruction he caused or how rude he actually behaved for an angel.

Until recently.

The picture that is now offered to the observer, so far would have been because someone was there, very strange. And even more strange for someone who knew Michael's behavior. The small fire angel on a battle field. High on a mountain of charred fallen angels and demons chopping pieces sparkled and looked down on the black earth. The Sun was just going down and the sky was bathed in a deep red. Michael's hair could be distinguished from the back round no more, the light outlined his figure and the only thing was to see still more or less clearly, was Michael's black clothing.

She was in places torn and tattered, blood running down the body, because in such a battle even Michael was not like this without a few scratches. The couple scratches were 'more or less serious injuries, but not life threatening. At least not for Mika, probably because every other angels would die miserably. Up to Uriel and Raphael, perhaps, would be left but never engage in such a fight.

Michael shouldered his great sword and it looked like - with him as a single, still living beings far and wide as the world-would be in flames. The contours are blended and the colors black, red and orange melted into one another. An artist would have his real enjoyed it. But that was just no easel, but a battlefield. A battlefield that he had caused quite alone. Strangely, he did not feel at it something special. Michael let his gaze still roam about the destroyed once surroundings, and tried to feel a particular emotion, nothing. He felt nothing when he saw the destruction and the chaos. Neither joy, shame or remorse at all. It was a long time ago that he was ashamed of his actions. Although, actually he never had. He did not remember once how he had become a military leader. It had not been such that he necessarily had wanted.

No. Actually, it was different. He had sat at the head of the army, because he needed something to vent his anger at which he could. Something that could not defend themselves. Could not defend well enough to stop him can. The demons from hell because it came in handy. They were a kind of substitute for his brother. His brother.

emotions stirred in Michael and let the flames of fire around him aufzüngeln.

Yes, these demons were nothing more than a replacement for Lucifer.

wanted to vent his anger he Lucifer. Lucifer was the Reason why his brother was gone. He was the reason why it was not Luzifel. Because once was not Luzifel become Lucifer, but Luzifel had simply disappeared. Michael could not remember exactly at the time, had betrayed the morning star in the sky. Only the time Luzifel as this was still his dear brother, was the time in the Luzifel away from him and not just his brother was and then it was only the time in which there was Lucifer.

Michael was convinced that once his character Luzifel had turned 180 degrees. Lucifer was the exact opposite of what his brother had once been. And so this continued and he did not have to know the bitter truth, perhaps, he had repressed his memories of that time.

The Prince of Darkness surrounded lived in his kingdom without much light and darkness. Luzifel had hated the complete darkness. He uses his powers of light to illuminate the surrounding area and rarely at night he had been found out. Always was in his palace was mostly surrounded by candlelight. Luzifel had loved the light, while Lucifer hated the light. It was a topsy-turvy world. It was wrong. And just deswegen konnte er Luzifer und Luzifel als unterschiedliche Persönlichkeiten betrachten. Er, Michael. Denn dann hatte sein Bruder ihn ja nicht verraten, sondern war nur verschwunden. Sollte sein Bruder irgendwann wieder auftauchen, obwohl Michael nicht so recht daran glaubte, dennoch aber die Hoffnung nicht aufgab, so könnte er ihm einfacher vergeben.

 

Vergeben.

Sein Bruder hatte ihm einst alles vergeben. Egal, was er getan oder angerichtet hatte. Sein Bruder hatte ihm immer alles vergeben. Und er hatte viel angerichtet.

 

Michael spread his wings and rose into the air. He called the fire under him to help spread and destroy everything that was in the vicinity. Smoke rose as the burned corpses of demons and Michael flew up higher. Soon the smoke would cover the whole sky and black color. Then everyone would know that Michael had killed again. Many called it a murder if he went into battle. Especially the families of class demons that humans were similar. Some angels who according to him, burned when the earth and the bodies were destroyed, the countryside with her again Forces designated regenerated, his actions as cruel and brutal.

But he did not care. Not anymore.

Once he had his opponent is trying to save and to live if it was possible. But that was long time ago. It was painful and did not pay off. Meanwhile, he was ultimately only the demons still alive, who fled during the battle. If they survive the punishment of desertion, he would not follow them long term. It would only to die, who opposed him. And they were still more than enough.

It was not that all beings of heaven and hell had the same opinion, let alone his. Many angels and demons still believed the differences between heaven and hell and they would never unite. It was now after God - the Lord - was finally gone, the possibility.

Michael did not even imagine how the Uriel and Raphael.

an agreement with hell, there would never. Not in the near future. Maybe it would in a long time - seen from heavenly timeless perspective - give some point an armistice. Certain rules, common law or a non-aggression pact. There was currently not an official war between heaven and hell.

Michael was not happy because it meant only paperwork for him. There was fighting at the border anyway. Only there were times where it was quieter. Just like now for instance. But that was probably only because God was gone. Final. Actually, it made no difference in their lives, whether God existed or not now, because he'd been gone too long, as the many could remember how it had been under his rule. Michael could this He could remember the time, as it was before Luzifel the sky and told God disappeared. But he would not. Therefore, he had buried those memories. It was better that way if he is not remembered.

Michael flew farther than the country into the realms of heaven. Now he had the ground under the and ascended to the Heavenly City. The white clouds rose up before him that said, the sky palace. He beat vigorously with its wings and flew straight through the big pearly gates. Left and right, the guards noticed him, but he did not care about them. They would report that they had seen him and that he had returned safely from battle.

When he saw the palace from afar, he thought the mountain of work that awaited him and even turned off. He put his wings across, left to take the wind in the east and flew around the palace, where his own home was located. Soon he had reached it. It was a big house with many rooms and a large garden. Many servants lived and worked here, but he stood by the angels as elementary. Although he lived in his own home only rarely, but it was comfortable and fully equipped according to his wishes. With an elegant landing, he sat in the garden.

-

Linael was shocked when she saw her land lords in the garden. Just as one of the girl next to her house. She quickly ran to the Archangel to to greet him. She worked for some time here and it was only rarely that her master is so openly showed his front company. He usually occurred when the house was completely empty, and was stood up before the first servant. Only faint traces could see that he had ever been there. When she noticed that he came closer, she bowed deeply. From the corner of her eye she watched as the maid went to his knees.

" My Lord. I bid you a very warm welcome, Archangel Michael-sama welcomed " him.

your Lord walked silently past her. With deadpan face, he walked proudly past her without even looking. Of course, that was his right. What should their Lord with a simple servant like you? Nothing. She was far too small and too weak to be of him at all perceived. Probably not even remember their Lord in their name. But he did not need to. Why should he? It was not important. She was just so he had it as good as possible at home. At some point, if their years of service were over here, so she would leave and enter someone else in their place.

For Michael-sama she was just one of many, if any. But that it did not matter. She bowed deeply and waited one more time to master here in the house was gone before she ran off in another direction to the other notice to say that the Lord was back. Everything should be prepared. Most likely would take Michael-sama a bath and eat something before he retired to his chambers, and all sent out of the house.

-

Michael walked slowly and proudly through the house. Everywhere the servant went to the greeting on the ground or bowed when they just wore something. He ignored her. They worked just here to keep the house in progress. He did not need to rush. Before he had his men keep quiet. Michael knew he was here, at his home had mostly behaved, because everywhere there were servants who spied on him and monitored his behavior. Most likely for high Rosiel and other angels, who were suspicious. He had been constantly in mind. Mika knew about it was discussed as often as on Lucifer. He would rather not know how many times he was only narrowly escaped exile.

Soon he had reached his room. He also waved the servants and gave them a sign that he wanted to be alone. Behind him, closed the door as he entered his room. Facilitates the angel sighed. Alone at last and a place to rest. He made sure that the door really was, and spent the night in addition to sounds in the house. He did not meet the need once again to servants, men or angels. He just wanted be alone.

Facilitates Michael joined the breath from his lungs. Now he was finally returned, he called his own. He looked around the large room. The first part was a kind of corridor, where sometimes even ministers, but only with his explicit permission, came in to dinner or to bring news to bring, if there was something urgent. However, afraid of every servant before entering this room, because it was warmer here than anywhere else in the house.

also had Michael Sometimes in his rage at being interrupted a couple of servants burned, which are then cured by Raphael had. But what does it matter to him? Michael took his coat from his shoulder and threw it somewhere in the direction of couch that was in bright red paint next to the entrance through which he had just come. His sword he shouldered and carried it with him when he then entered his actual premises.

These premises consisted of several parts. Once the bedroom, which had besides him no one else left alive, and then the bathroom, but the more of a swimming pool possible, such was the pool, then his gun room, where anything stored that you could use to kill and then the training room, which consisted of really thick lava rock. Anyway, the entire room was carved out of lava stone. It finally had to withstand his tantrums. This was the red substance that could be found everywhere, even essential fire and even tear almost. It was expensive and complicated was the men came up there but still cheaper than if they had to make Michael's every time a new apartment.

Michael tucked his Sword in the weapons room and then made it a nice hot bath. Sauber, he could make his sword even later.

The bath was heated up always beautiful. It was boiling hot, and even normal angels would think him crazy to swim in it, but what he cares about heat? Not at all. There was even a pool where the water was freezing cold, so he could cool off if he was called again to the head was, but he rarely used it. Anyway, here was the temperature hot. For a man it would have been unbearable, uncomfortable for regular angel, but it suited for. Here he determined the outdoor temperature, usually it's body heat it for so long, so it was no longer cold. That was the reason why he was cold in the winter and not at high altitude. But he liked the feeling of heat on his skin.

He entered the bathroom and the upper garment pulled from the body, which he always wore when he went into battle and threw it somewhere. It was more than his usual Clothing, but there are hidden movements that could be sensed in the fight by the enemy. But as he continued taking off, he found something strange. Something was wrong. Something was different than usual, he was half naked in front of the mirror and look in it. He did not come out immediately, since the haze of the hot water had fogged the mirror, but when he saw what was different than before he tore his eyes wide in disbelief before. Shock was to read it.

" No! This may not be. That's impossible! "Whispered Michael applied to himself

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Post Master! Light without heat

Title: light without heat

Subtitles: Whether our struggle will ever end ...?

Genre: Drama
Alerts: Post-Series, Drama, Angels, (light) blasphemy

characters: Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, Uriel
Pairings: governed the relationship of the characters of your own interpretation X)

Content: We are still God's figures! He created us, he determined at our birth our fate. I never thought of having to admit this, but ... ours is especially cruel, my brother!

Comment: My first longer fanfiction for this series, the lovely and brilliant, just think. The fact is, however, that one could read this story without the you know the fandom, as it revolves around the rather well-known angel named Michael, and Lucifer. Here they are after the original, the creator Kaori Yuuki, is not just twins and angels warring brothers.

I hope you enjoy reading

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Arc 01 - dawn

Chapter 01: The first signs of change
Chapter 02: Blazing flames
Chapter 03: Mirror Image Dragon

Arc 02 - See in dim light

Chapter 04: The missing wing
Chapter 05: Part of the light
Chapter 06: The heritage of the Prince of Hell

Arc 03 - sign

Chapter 07: Heaven and Earth
Chapter 08: The Powers of Fire

Arc 04 - The Life and Death

Chapter 09: Absolution
Chapter 10: Human existence
Chapter 11 : An end and a beginning

Arc 05: - Chronicles of Darkness

Chapter 12: Light in Dark
Chapter 13: The construction of the devil
Chapter 14: In the realm of death
Chapter 15: The Devil's Heart

Arc 06 - word and wind

Chapter 16: The silence of the dead
Chapter 17: The blood of my beast
Chapter 18: The Zersteuerung the wind
Chapter 19: In the beginning was the Word

Arc 07 - limits of the sky

Chapter 20 - The red of the sunset
Chapter 21 - Free of all chains
Chapter 22 - How do I wipe out my debt

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My master and I (5 /?)

Previous Chapter

" Take your foot out of my face!" Was Itachi's only comment a few hours later.

Anko looked down at him, smiled, turned again to their feet once again welcome in all directions before they ACTING Itachi call him entangled in a crevice and then climbed to the top. But she did not take to turn around and stretch his tongue out. Then she climbed the other Boy after she and Itachi had sent before. Yue was the weakest in their group, so he should set the pace. Anko Itachi still had no desire to have to grind with the boy when the could not.

why Itachi reached the last to the top of the cliff, they had to climb up. The role of the instructions that had pushed them into the hand of their master, had been found to be stalking. They ran from one place to another and had to look for the clues. The rain had been exposed, but the clouds down to it, so it was expected that they would soon be wet again. Itachi grumbled, he had not imagined the life of a ninja. All the ninja, which he could see in the anime on TV wandered, never by rain or mud. Always fixed routes and sunshine. Apparently, the true ninja life, but then other than he had thought.

" What is the next clue?" Asked Itachi, as he was then Yue. So slowly that it was here on my nerves.

" We're already pretty far down," said Anko finds when she larded on the role. "If only one, I would say."

Itachi hid his relief. He was cold, despite all the movement that he had had and there was probably no piece of skin on his body more, not that was wet. But he said that he for missions and simply could not turn back when the weather does not fit him. Anko seemed to identify the temperature somewhat less. But the boy, whose hands trembled pitifully as he drove on the role to study the final point. It had proved that the boy really knew much, but physically was a weakling.

would hope that the missions with him are not too bad.

weaklings can endanger the whole group , Itachi repeated one of the statements made by his father in spirit, as he had explained to him how one of his Mission had almost provoked a civil sting when he had a volatile low-Nuke nin . Let Sometimes they do more work when they're about as if they are left in the village.

And Itachi was assumed that a father speaking from experience. After all, he was a senior commander in the police and head of the clan. Moreover, it seemed to him logical. The weakest were in the animal kingdom eaten first. Could you but transferred to Ninja? Certainly Itachi was not there. People were more intelligent than animals, more intelligent. And they protected the weak, the young children in among them always. So it had expressed at least once a teacher anyway.

people are illogical concluded Itachi.

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? Is it really here, "Anko asked incredulously.

They stood in the middle of Konoha in front of a restaurant. The weather was still atrocious, but now they were too accustomed to the cold and the rain still remarkably large. Therefore, they probably gave off a very strange picture, three small children in the rain in Konoha in the street stood and looked at the sign of a store.

" true-to at least match the name of the restaurant with the last code word and it is the only one here in Konoha, that is ... that way," the boy said softly .

seemed true and Anko Itachi the cold not seem to mind, he still felt very much as she crept into his limbs. He had wrapped his arms around his body and shivered. Even if it was not the right end on which it ought to have arrived, it would really matter to him if he could just for the heat. Unsure, he took a step forward before he turned back.

"is co- her?" He asked.

It was Itachi, who replied as He shrugged his shoulders.

" We should go inside. Out here to stand around us does not help, besides it is too late now to doubt ourselves. "

This placed the three children the case is decided, and together they stepped through the door of the restaurant. All three sigh of relief when woolly warmth enveloped her. Only now they saw how her fingers had become numb over time, so that now they almost hurt to move. The wet worked twice as nasty as before, as a warm breeze blew against her body and ran down the cold drops from their hair down the neck.

However, Itachi, who was the first thought for sure to look for their master, who was to be found here somewhere. Unfortunately, none of them was big enough to see over the back walls of banks, which divides the restaurant into smaller sections to provide guests with more privacy. Therefore shared the children soon, to search the aisles. They all hoped that they here would find their master, because if not, it would mean that they had made a mistake somewhere and had to return to the scroll again to go through. From scratch.

And to be precise: that was not one of them.

self Anko had now been loudly complaining about their masters and this stupid job and whined that she wanted to return to dry land. Yue had not initially looked happy, but not dared to say a word, because every time his eye was to Itachi Face moved that looked as if the same hell break loose, even if he only would be a bit more wet.

But the three had Ge-nin happiness, because after some searching discovered Anko their master in the back corner of the restaurant, where he was sitting on a wooden bench and just one another cup of tea poured. He looked as if he would sit for hours here and wait for the.

Anko growled and stomped on her master, before trying to add him and put his arms to entangle. They do not care, that their footsteps a path full of mud left behind by the locale. Itachi showed his displeasure quite as open, however, was almost as annoyed as Anko fact that the more than four hours in the mud and crawling in the rain had passed, while her master had made himself comfortable. Finally, Yue came angetrollt and turned his gaze to the ground before he looked carefully into his hair out and looked at her master.

Orochimaru contrast, viewed the three Ge-nin amused when she finally stood before him. They were wet, dirty, hardly recognizable and perfectly done. ANKOS hair looked like an old brush, because every time she tried to get her hair from her face, she made it worse. Similarly, the Hongo was the boy whose clothes had been far too thin and now clung to his body like a second skin. And even the little Uchiha, who had braved the weather probably perhaps best looked as if the rain had him shrunk to two centimeters.

What Uchiha Itachi but did not stop to look very annoyed. He had hands buried in his pockets and ignored the wet strands that stuck in his face, so did not emphasize it once institutions are out of sight. Orochimaru suspected that Itachi tried to hide the intense look he threw at him. He would have smiled at the sight, but he failed to act in front of Itachi and the other two children not too patronizing and superior. Still, it was apparently true what they told about the Uchiha.

they so incompetent in the art of communication might be, they managed to say everything they wanted to join in a glance. What seemed to be in the moment ' I'm cold, that was all useless and has nothing to do, do something about it, you ass'. Orochimaru bit his finger when he covered his mouth with his hand. Had he really been afraid that the boy had no feelings?

" Sit still," said Orochimaru, pointing to the second bank on. "You do not have here . Stop "

crawled together then the three Ge-nin on the bench, with Itachi's legs as the only not touching the ground - Anko had problems as well and was therefore on the edge - and still had difficulty correctly to see over the table. Orochimaru waved the landlord that he was to bring more cups of tea. Unlike his colleagues and his old master he preferred tea instead of sake. Jiraiya and Tsunade got drunk and regularly fought over again the next morning with a full-grown cat. There were also other ways to avoid problems, be ready when they drown in alcohol.

one with Orochimaru calmly poured the three Ge-nin their tea. Grateful to finally drink something hot, they grabbed their cups, but were careful not before, had already cost him. Properly brewed tea was damn hot and none of them wanted to burn the mouth. Instead, it went Itachi, Anko and Yue to warm just before the hands. Although almost numb fingers burned in contact with the hot tea cup fluted, but they did not care. The main thing they was again a little warm. The hunger that they now plagued by the way still, they could not ignore for a while.

" So," Orochimaru began and saw the three Ge-nin inquiringly. "Do you know why I have you can do it all?"

Anko, who was sitting in the middle of Itachi and Yue, looked first at their teammates, and then her master .

" order to torment us?" she asked.

Now Orochimaru laughed yet.

" No, at least not primarily," he said. "Next try."

" We should learn something?" Offered Yue, scratching his head.

" better," said Orochimaru. "What, Itachi?"

now looked at the Uchiha Sannin, who now ventured to take a sip of the tea. The hands worked incredibly small and Orochimaru noticed that Itachi even had to take the cup with both hands to access them properly. Yet even as he flashed the scalding hot tea flowed down his throat and his chest probably caused an unpleasant tingling sensation.

" We should learn to unpleasant working conditions?" Said Itachi.

" Was that a question or a statement?" Returned Orochimaru.

" We should learn to unpleasant working conditions", Itachi repeated it, this time more firmly.

" Right," Orochimaru said with a nod, "I wish that you learn what you expect out there is because outside the walls at best. Our business is death, we earn our money with it for to lead the Daimyô wars and kill people, but the rain just makes the whole thing usually even less tolerable. "

Now he stared at the three Ge-nin. For them, the death , as he had just mentioned, although ubiquitous, but never been so real. In class, they avoided it, to tell them that their chances are really Chu-nin, were not really high. Only one in ten Ge-nin managed mostly at the end of the Chu-nin. The others died in the service because they are too weak and too inexperienced in order to survive the horrors as outside. Nin because for most health-ended notion of the terror out there on the wall of the village. No one knew what was coming towards them, until they left the shelter of the village and Orochimaru also thought that anyone could really prepare properly on it. You either survived the first blow and got up again or you ended up as a name on a stone. The latter quite often much too early and on an ugly way. Orochimaru had his Views of the children wander, wondering for the first time whether he had made a mistake to accept them.

It was not very likely that they would survive the war, which was near the front door. The second ninja war had just finished and the peace pact with Sona, Iwa and Ame, although a signatory, but Kumo had refused and Orochimaru knew only too well that turn themselves no longer his Master Sarutobi this oncoming war with all his diplomatic skill; highest was still in doubt beyond.

And I leave these three kids, because more were not in his eyes, despite all its promising capabilities in this damn world going on and the furniture possibility that it is all die under my command more than likely. It had actually not be his fault. A simple case, a careless movement or an enemy that was just lucky, would be enough for these three Ge-nin lifeless bodies of children to make, which he then had to carry back to the village. Just as he did at ... no, you must not think about it now, to forbid Orochimaru. Let bygones be bygones.

Orochimaru exhaled and waved to the host, that would be paid. The children had already been emptied their cups, and looked expectantly at him now. He could see that she really wanted to go home shower, and put on dry things, but could not. They had to learn that not always the end was, if they wanted it. When he got up and he waved to them, they followed him willingly, though Anko saw little bargain skeptical.

" What now?" She asked with a piercing gaze that seemed to say 'yes I do not lie down on me'. Eventually, he would perhaps have to take this view seriously, but not now. She was still too young and too inexperienced for it. "We train "

said Orochimaru.

He ignored the horrified looks, but simply turned only towards the training grounds. The weather would not be too many Jo-nin there also were the most on a mission. At present, there was an official truce between the nations, as each waits to see if Iwa Suna and would agree, but of course, the fight continued anyway. Only one had now switched back to espionage and sabotage, at least as long as would break up the fighting again.

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The weather was not better in the coming weeks. The sky was always dark with rain and had to be expected at any time. After a while Itachi stopped to wonder about it. Or even thinking about it. Everything he did in the morning when he left the house, was automatically his rain jacket to pack. It has therefore been drawn to an automatic gesture hood over his head when the skies once again opened, and omitting a downpour about them. Anko growled then always, as if to compete with the thunder, but Itachi thought it was just her way to deal with it. Yue hated Surprisingly, the rain more than they all. He looked without his glasses and not much in the rain it was always wet. Just as the rain, it had become the norm that Yue took down his glasses and wiped the glasses.

Like now, when Yue was just finished and pushed his glasses back on his nose.

Itachi turned his head and took the action again, hit the nail in the wall. It was her mission to the battered shed of a farmer to repair. First, Itachi had to the type of contracts surprised, but it was clear that, as Ge-nin would still not accept difficult assignments. Not yet, anyway. So it occurred to them to take care of the smaller things that had been neglected by the last war. Itachi let out a sigh as he reached for another board. It was gone all last week Sun Morning and afternoon small missions and afternoon training.

The training was worthwhile, even if it was at first glance, nothing special. Orochimaru let them fight against each other, at least not common. He let them make the case exercises when they hardly see straight at night could, basic throwing techniques explained again and again until they could meet with a Kunai the exact center of the target, which claimed her Sensei them. Frustrated, Itachi grabbed the hammer.

your sensei was not what he expected. A glance sideways Itachi said that Orochimaru was still there, where he had to stand for hours. Under the canopy of the main house, so he was not wet, verkreuzt his arms over his chest and stared into space. He did not talk much, outside what did not belong to the training or the instructions, and sometimes he disappeared for some time without warning. It bothered Itachi less disappeared that his sensei, than the fact that he never noticed, when he did. One minute he could be there in the next, he was no more and nothing indicated that, as he had done it.

Itachi had never seen before, like the Orochimaru hired and how hard he tried also to ensure, so far he had been able to catch the act of disappearance or reappearance. Let alone that he found a reason for her sensei disappeared at irregular intervals. It was not a behavior for a commander of a group of ninja. A commander, a leader had to be constantly present, otherwise the chain of command could get easily falter should decisions are made without the commander.

However, thought Itachi, Sensei is one of the three Sannin. He was the student of Sandaime Hokage-sama himself So there are a lot of reasons why he disappears from time to time. Itachi continued to pursue the idea, since his mind had to do the time anyway, nothing else. This mission helped to increase their physical strength and he was unfortunately necessary. Raw power was not his area. He defeated opponents in the academy library, strategy and technology, but power was due to his age nor from simple. But he could train and the mission demanded not necessarily for the presence of her sensei. Anyway, why was someone like Orochimaru three miserable Ge-nin from that someone like Orochimaru would hinder it?

Orochimaru-sensei could all do other tasks at this time, thought Itachi.

missions take, for example. Important issues on the border or even outside. He was one of the Sannin, its presence on the battlefield could win all wars, so well could appreciate Itachi already. But he did not understand why her sensei was then here . Were there not other, less important yo-nin, which could take over the training of health-nin? It was not in his head, but Itachi hesitated to ask his Sensei. Also, because he believed no clear answer to get.

" Are you ready?" Asked Orochimaru now, suddenly, now quietly came over and looked at Itachi down.

The first looked at Anko and Yue, then to his job.

" Almost," said Itachi, as he looked up at his sensei.

For several days he wore the regular Jo-nin vest and not loose clothing. She looked not so much from most, but she could not diminish its status, Itachi knew that Orochimaru had held him. From her clothes, her sensei was now only one of many yo-nin, but no one would dare to say such a thing. Your sensei surrounded by an aura, to which one in not usually 'no' said. Not if you were able to stand by the answer. Similar to his father.

But Orochimaru-sensei was different from his father.

The Itachi had already been found, although he could not name the difference between these two men. He looked from one to another and wondered. Although he could not say about what.

" power ready," ordered to Orochimaru. "Then do we break. I will pay. "

Itachi Orochimaru looked at her with wide eyes. He was not sure whether his mouth was open. Where did this gesture, these words? Your Sensei she had been never invited to dinner. He was equally impressed them at the beginning that they had had to learn to divide their forces and know how much your body needs. Therefore they usually ate around noon their food that they brought themselves. Yesterday he had together with Anko and Yue on a large pile of wood sat and munched the Bento that his mother had made him.

" Wa .. why?" Stammered Itachi, the confusion evident.

He caught the eye of his sensei. Orochimaru had buried his hands in his pockets and his mouth shaped something you could interpret away as a pathetic attempt at a smile. But there was no joy in it. In the deep green of his eyes gleamed Sensei something that is not Itachi understood.

" me today then," claimed Orochimaru and Itachi assumed that it was partly the truth. His sensei had no reason to lie. However, interpreted the brief silence that occurred in that it was not all. "Tell the other two, Itachi," said Orochimaru. "I expect that you will be ready in the next half hour."

" Yes, sensei," said Itachi.

Actually, he could not care that their Sensei invited her to dinner. Sure there was not much, but still it should mean nothing to him. There was no reason to hit the nail more quickly into the wall. But Itachi finished his duties in the next half hour. Anko and Yue were finished shortly after him and steps similar to eager, hopeful look like Itachi's hesitant.

" Let's go," said Orochimaru, as he gathered up the three Ge-nin.

He went on, did not care a single second point is that the shed was completed, but the job was like a battlefield. He heard Yue whining that he was glad it was over. Finally, this work was beneath their dignity, they were not craftsmen for civilians. He almost wished that he could tell the boy that this menial work, but what Yue called the D rank mission, after all, was not fatal. But he refrained, ANKOS curses were enough and deserves the Head Butt. But for different reasons.

But he could not rob children of their illusions.

Especially not Itachi, the questioning look he did not go out of my head.

Granted, the kid was good. As good as he had hoped, but something was innocent in it. It fit in a certain way to understand his difficulty the feelings of others. But Anko and Yue also had this innocence. The three had not seen the war, which crept inexorably closer. Sarutobi spoke of riots, a fact about he could only shake his head, after all, Minato admitted that they had problems. Orochimaru respected the blonde ninja and he acknowledged that he was even better than Jiraiya. But he did not think it would be war again. Or maybe he uses only his last optimism to keep the war as long as possible away from him.

And from his students.

For the first time saw his sensei Orochimaru and easy Minatos pacifist character trait. Why do they idea of peace and some solutions so much opposed. For the same reason he did not want Yue, Anko and Itachi left the village.