Social: Hey, well it's really sad, becuase i only had on review on chapter eight -cries- but it's alright, thanks Little MissWhatsherface! You're amazing, and as is Lee, who is her character! Thanks! Ohh, and thanks for reading

Snow Dust
Chapter Nine:
Fallen Angels, Broken Spirits.

Sitting in a local diner, Yuki burst out laughing, covering her mouth. She took in a few deep breaths as she attempted to swallow her Dr. Pepper.

“Umm, I don’t think that’s how it works,” she finally said giving her date a fake glare.

With a big smile, all David could do was stare at his laughing date. There had to be some way of telling her about the angel gate and her part in the death of Adam, and resurrection of the stars.

“Yuki…” David stopped laughing and looked into Yuki’s Columbia blue eyes. His face began to change slightly as did the rest of his body.

The world around Yuki discontinued and she looked to her left and right, timid. “What’s going on?” she attempted to stand up, but was pulled back down with Ravid’s hand firmly gripped to her wrist.

“You are the angel of Fate. Destiny’s Angel. Yuki, you are the one Clouds has been waiting for hundreds of years…” Ravid stood up walking around the table, still grasping the young purple-haired girl. “All you need to do is come to the Gate, the Angel’s Gate, and fix the world..” There is where you shall give me your powers and I can help Father take over Clouds. We will, indeed, murder Shinshie. Murdering her will allow Samuru to take control of Earth, and thunder will rule the day. Adam knew he’d rue the day…

Frantic, Yuki slapped Ravid across the face, pulling away from his grip. “Let go! Let go! What are you talking about?” With every pull and scratch, Ravid’s control over her grew greater.

“Come on Yuki, please. You have to trust me,” he was back to his normal angel look of thunder. But, this time, his eyes were those of David, the one that Yuki had had a great time with all day.

Thoughts kept filling up Yuki’s head and she couldn’t keep her eyes on the trader in front of her. The frozen room developed into a pool of nothingness as Yuki screamed out. “Get off!”

Ravid flew back, shaking the entire building, and Yuki stumbled into the booth. She whipped tears out of her eyes as the room became normal and she ran out.

Down a few streets, Yuki continued to run, not feeling any pain or fatigue of her weakening legs. Finally, she felt as though she were going to collapse and stopped.

Behind her heavy breathing, she heard rustling from the ally that was beside her. She then realized that it was a bakery, the bakery. Cautious, she nimbly made her way down the darkened stones and found a door that was three inches open.

“What in the world?” Yuki asked herself finding a man lying against the dumpster. She was afraid to go near, so she stayed a few yards away, hoping he’d wake up.

“Yuki?!” a voice behind the blue-eyed girl yelled. Realizing that the voice belonged to David, Yuki quickly dropped her knees, then stomach.

Holding her breath, she waited for the weird ‘angel’ to disappear. After his voice trailed off in the distance, Yuki looked up at the moaning boy by the dumpster.

“What is this?” a very confused Trent looked around him, noticing that nothing looked like his bakery at all. Instead of the fresh smell of bread, and the pale grey scenery of the bakeshop, the smell of fresh rain, and a chilly air came over him. White fluff surrounded him as he stood to his feet.

A gasp came from behind the boy, “Trent?”

Turning around cautiously, Trent looked at the stranger in disbelief. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful. She was only about five foot four with short raven-colored hair. With her hands supped together at her waist he pondered on why giant, feathery wings were sticking out of her back.

“Is this truly you my dear?” she asked again, walking towards the bewildered teen.

Paranoid, Trent stepped back as the woman walked towards him. His eyes were darting around him, trying to find a solution, and answer, to this bizarre place.

“What’s going on?!” he almost screamed, stumbling back, tripping over dust.

Sighing, the angel couldn’t help but smile, “Trenton, I know you’ve realized the visions you’ve been getting, they are more than just dreams. They are reality, the past and present, it’s calling to you.”

“Way to totally answer the question!” he attempted to divert the woman. It was true that he had faith in the Clouds for a long time, but Yuki wouldn’t listen, and now that it was his turn to be told, he was turning his back on his beliefs.

Shaking her head, the smile faded from her bright blue eyes. “Trent, how can I explain this? You already know about the snow, about the power we angles posses. Well, you are the son of Samuru, the one and only God of Clouds.

“I’m not supposed to be here, but I knew you’d take in the air, and understand what is really going on.” Her hands unlocked as she helped her son up.

“I am Shinshie,” answered the goddess finally.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Trent tried to understand everything that has been happening to him the last few weeks, but nothing made sense. “Shinshie? That means that… you’re my mother? If that’s true… then… what’s happening? What happened?”

“No time to explain dear, all you need to know is Yuki, she is destined to be the best angel there ever was. And you, you are the only one that can help her find her way back. Ravid… David? He’s out to get her. Because if he can harness the angel’s power, the whole world, it’ll burn out.”

Shinshie’s voice was going so fast, Trent could barely hear what she was explaining. At last, he knew what she meant, and he released from her grasp.

“Shinshie… that means, I have to take her to the gates. The gates that lead here… but where are they?” dumbfounded, Trent looked around, hoping to find the answer on some random street sign.

Looking at her son in skepticism, she pointed downward. “If you think about it, you know where it’ll be because you have fate and destiny on your side. Good-bye my love,” Shinshie hugged her son and everything began to fade away. Trent was slightly confused as the touch of the angel disappeared and his mind began to hear the outside world once again.

Trent heard a voice echo through his ears, “Yuki?!” Realizing that the voice belonged to David, Trent knew he couldn’t make any sound, he couldn’t risk the evil Thunder God to fond him.

Feeling a strong pain in his lower stomach, Trent couldn’t help but moan. He heard Yuki’s breath become deeper, only a few feet away from him.

“Yuki?” asked Trent, still half knocked out, “you have to listen to me… the Gate. Angels Gate. Shinshie… Adam… Samuru…” those were the only words that he managed to muster without hurting himself. The son of the thunder must have knocked him out hared than he thought.

“You too?” Yuki whispered, crawling in closer to Trent. “Listen to me, this Gate thing, no idea what you’re talking about. And for the adam thing, who is he? David, erm, Ravid, or whomever, he was thinking about him, I have no idea what’s going on! Actually-” with many hand gestures, Yuki froze. Thoughts. How was it she knew what Ravid was thinking when he had a hold of her arm?

Breathing in heavily, Trent survived the trip to his feet. “You are an important angel I guess. Something about snow, and a gate. That’s all I really understood.”

Thinking back to a week ago in gym class, Yuki remembered her dreamt eh dream she’d had with an angel name Shioshi. ”You…” the woman paused a moment, not sure whether or not to tell Yuki the truth, “My name is Shioshi… and you are… dreaming really dear.” She lied, forcing herself to smile slightly.

”Oh, yea sure, because that makes so much more sense than angel dust,” Yuki sat up, laughing. That was originally her thought, as soon as she had fainted. That poem, that song that had been repetitively going through her mind had not yet come to a stop. Seeing Trent the day she’d fallen on something mysterious, and now, what was with her?

”Angel Dust?” Shioshi asked, bewildered; who had she known about that. “You mean, you know of the snow?”

Yuki shook the memory out of her head and stared at Trent. She helped herself up and nodded. “Alright she agreed, I’ll go to this Gate thing… but, only because I want to see Shioshi again. We have to go stop somewhere first…”

Walking to the edge of the building, Trent looked both ways for the fallen angel. When he saw no one from either side of the empty street, he motioned for Yuki to follow him.

Not taking the hint, Yuki walked out three seconds before the motion and began walking to her best friend’s house. “We have to find Kyioshi, then get Lee… because I have a feeling that they’re both needed in this chaotic series of events.”

“Way to ruin the spy-like plan,” Trent mumbled to himself, crossing his arms before following the Angel of Destiny.

Turning around, the expression on Yuki’s face was serious, “Where is this Gate thing anyway?”

Elapsing his crossed arms, Trent scratched his head… “Well, you see… Shinshie, she said I’d know where it was, or destiny would help us find it or something like that.”

Astonishment replaced the serious look engraved into Yuki’s eyes, “Are you kidding me? What the hell Trent? How is that going to help us?”

“You’d think that you of all angels would know,” responded a maniacal voice from above them, “it only takes one simple song to open the Gate…” Floating above the two, with grey-feathered wings was the soon-to-be thunder God, Ravid, holding two objects in his hands.

ToBeContinued...

Social: I'm sorry, it's short again -cries- but hey, it's gonna get really long next chappie! and i'm working on lots of other really good stories (you should GO THERE! and read some oh them, please?) ohh, and i was looking on this diction ary, and it said Angel Dust was like a really bad drug. it made me laugh. Oh, and the word eye, it's been in here like 118 times. I'm a dork!

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