Title: Collision Course

Author: Redemption Of Icarus

Disclaimer: This is my story, so please don’t steal from it, if you see something you like ask me first before you use anything. Thank you.

Ratings: Pg-13ish for now. But definitely not for the kiddies.

Warnings: This story is a slash (Yaoi, shounen-ai, M/M) story. That means homosexual content, meaning a person that is attracted to his/her own sex. I have warned you twice, so if you don’t like it please leave NOW!!!!!

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Authors Note: I'm so sorry that I took forever to update, I hope you can forgive me. And I'm very sorry this is so short.

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Chapter Two

A Proposition

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I sat with my knees drawn up toward my chest, wounded arms folded underneath them. I shivered when a sickly cold wind blew harshly on the back of my neck. A warm wetness fell on my cheeks, and I realized that tears hadstarted rolling out of my eyes at the site of the city. The scene in front of me was horrifyingly beautiful.

In front of me lay a metropolis of disease, the walls on some of the buildings had begun to peel of in a sickly manner. The city was of a nice size, smaller than a major city would have been. Looking dead at the distance, it stood out against the violently colored sky. The streets were cracked with decay, and streetlights glowed with a pale gray light that looked lifeless.

“I could send you back you know,” A deep voice said from behind me. I scampered backwards and wiped furiously at my tears. “Back to were you came from, back to that hospital.” I looked up at the man, standing up and brushing the dirt of my white cloths. “I don’t ever want to go back there,” I wrapped my cut arms around my stomach, holding my middle protectively.

Thin black braids blew in an imaginary wind. A wind that might of might have not been there, but I really couldn’t tell, I didn’t really feel anything just right then and there. His Beautiful black skin shone brightly in the gray area around us and the wrinkled face had deep brown eyes that shone with a humorless mirth.

“I didn’t think you would have liked to go back there now would you, Ryan,” The man laughed suddenly, making me jump, such aloud sound shouldn’t be in such a silent world.

“How do you know my name,” I asked him, backing up against a rotting tree, planting my feet to steady me. “Wrong question,” He said in a serious tone.

“Why don’t I know yours,” He laughed again, dry humor and looked at me surprised. “I always knew you were a smart boy Ryan,” He looked at me with eyes a little clearer now. “You don’t know my name because I have yet to give it to you,” I raised my eyebrow questioning at him, “My name is Mr. Azrael.”

“Where am I Mr. Azrael?”

“In the only place you’re allowed right now, Limbo.”

“Why is that Mr. Azrael?” I asked and he answered, talking to me like you would a small child that didn’t understand, “Because Ryan, When people kill themselves they go to hell, but you were had an unforeseen gift, so now we don’t know whether to send you up,” He pointed up toward the turning sky, then to the hard ground, “Or down.”

“‘Unforeseen gift?’ You try dealing with people everyday knowing all the horrible things they’ve done, all the vile things that they’ll do,” I spat at him leaning forward, away from the dead tree supporting me, “What you call my ‘unforeseen gift’ made my life hell for seventeen years.”

Mr. Azrael frowned at me, “Yes it would, but that was then we didn’t know it would turn out like it did,” His face grew serious as he got to his main purpose, “We have a proposition for you Ryan, you do something for us and we’ll send you upward-no more of your gift-ever again.”

This sounded way to good to be true, but the idea of not having to deal with my problems sounded way too good to be true, “What would I have to do?”

Mr. Azrael smiled at me, not a real smile, just a smile that told me he already knew that I was going to say that before I did, “Just watch a boy-sort of like a guardian angel would do-and make sure he doesn’t get into to much trouble before we need him.”

I chewed on the bottom of my lip, a nervous habit of mine when I had to think, “What do you need this kid for?”

“I would hardly be calling him a kid, he’s older than you,” Mr. Azrael walked toward me slowly, like a predator stalking his prey, making me lean back into the rotting tree behind me, “And what we need him for is of none of your concerns.”

I took a deep breath and focused brown my eyes on him, “What are you Mr. Azrael?” He laughed and took a step back in surprised, not at my question-but at my bravery asking it.

“Think back to all those Sunday school lessons with-what was his name, Father Dauber-if I remember correctly,” When he said the priest name I bit my tongue in hate at the person, a someone I’d rather not remember, “He made you memorize all those angels and then went out and raped a young lady-but since you have that wonderful gift, already knew he would do it and had done it before.”

I shook my head of the ugly memories and thought of what he said, “Your archangel Azrael, the angel of death.”

He smiled his sickly smile at me, “That’s is one of my personas, My brethren were sorry that they couldn’t make it this appointment, but the world keeps going with or with out them-and they’d rather be there to keep an eye on things.”

After everything I’ve had been through, I believed him, “Alright,” I unwrapped my injured arms and let them fall down to hang at my side, “When do I start?”

“You made the right choice, Ryan,” Mr. Azrael said as his dark face moved into wrinkles as he smiled again, “You start right away.”

I’m beginning to wonder if I had made the right choice.