Disclaimer: Angel and Demon, plot and characters, are trademarked by me. All similarities to people (living or dead), places, and events, are purely coincidental. Hopefully.

Halo: Angel and Demon

By: Crazyeight

Chapter: 1/ Lazy Sunday

And on the seventh day God finished the work that he had done, and he rested on the seventh day from all the work that he had done. So God blessed the seventh day and hallowed it, because on it God rested from all the work that he had done in creation.

-2 Genesis 3

"Monday's coming!"

-Garfield the cat


A young boy and a young girl sat with their heads in their hands, looking out from their apartment window and out over the city that sprawled around them. They weren't ordinary children though, though for the moment they both appeared as such. The boy had light-brown, tousled hair with green eyes, and a bored expression on his face. The girl had long, dark, almost black hair and wore a too-large tank top that let the straps hang loose around her shoulders. Her eyes were of a dark blue, and her skin was pale. Like her companion, she wore a bored expression, and as such she fidgeted every so often. The lack of space on the windowsill did not provide her with much room, and she subsequently was reminded of the boy's presence, whereupon she would still and try to distance herself from him.

"Ugh," she groaned after what felt like an eternity. "I'm bored."

"Can't help you there," the boy replied. He spared her a glance and sighed. "You might want to fix yourself. You're 'standing out' again."

The girl frowned at him and glanced down at herself.

"Damn it," she whispered. Closing her eyes, she willed her crimson skin and blood-red hair to revert to their 'normal' appearance. Pale skin and dark hair replaced them, and as though an afterthought, she fixed the straps of her shirt. The boy eyed her during the whole process, and he sighed.

"You missed your horns."

Clapping her hands around the sides of her head, the girl made an angry, hissing noise and quickly backed away from the window. Running to the bathroom she looked at herself in the mirror and growled in frustration as two horns stood out prominently from her skull, just parting the hair around them. Massaging their points, the girl pushed them down and relaxed as they vanished beneath the sea of her hair. Puffing out one cheek, she gave herself a once-over to make sure that she hadn't missed anything.

"Hey, Lou? My tails not out or anything is it?"


"What about my wings?"


The girl sighed, exasperated at her comrade's dull responses. "Are you even listening to me?"

"No—I mean, yes."

"You are impossible," she pouted, spinning around and returning to his side. "No wonder you got kicked out."

"Please don't start that again," remarked Lou irritably. "And it's not like you're in any better position than me."

"Of course not." Reaching out she plucked a shining white feather from the back of his shirt and tickled the side of his face with it. "Seems like I'm not the only one slipping up."

"Stop that, Lillian," he grumbled, pushing the feather away. Lillian shrugged and tapped the side of her head with it before tossing it to the side. The feather was picked up by a sharp wind, and it quickly disappeared into the blue sky.

"Happy journeys," she whispered to it.

"What'd you say?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Lillian shook her head and leaned forward on the windowsill, pressing herself against it.

"I want to go out."


"I know." Lillian pouted a little, knowing how fruitless her plea was. Lou gave her a sympathetic look.

Sundays are always so hard to get through, he thought miserably. As if to add emphasis the point, another feather slipped through his sleeve and drifted down to the floor. He watched it for a moment and got up.

"We'd better get to work on that homework," he said, scratching his back. Lillian groaned.

"Do we have to? It's not like we really need to do it anyway."

"Mom'll be angry if we don't."

"Can't say that you're wrong there," Lillian grumbled. "All right, I'll get the protractor and the calculator. Sheesh, you'd think that we'd get a day off from something like this for once. Isn't that what Sunday is supposed to be about?"

Lou watched her impassively as she entered her room and began digging around in it. He didn't say anything. He never did whenever she went onto one of her rants, though admittedly this one was mild. In spite of her words, she actually preferred being studious. It was just that Sundays always made her agitated.

And I'm not too different. Just less vocal.

Cracking open the school textbook that lay on the dining room table, Lou ran through the length of numbers on its page.

An angel and a demon being made to do human homework, he thought. What kind of joke is that?

As always, he received no answer. Sitting down with a dejected sigh, he took out his assignment and began work on it.

I feel like I'm forgetting something…

"Hey, Lilly!" he called out while attempting to work out the numbers out in his head. "Did you find the calculator yet?"

"Almost…almost… Aha! Got it!"

As though her cry of victory had been a signal, a loud crash emerged from her room, prompting Lou to burst forth from his chair and throw open her door. Lillian lay on the floor, massaging her head. Bat-like wings emerged from her back, twitching limply while on the floor a globe rolled. Lou shook his head and gave the girl a wry smile.

"And here I thought you didn't want to be an Earth wrecker."

"Not funny," she pouted. "Somebody put the calculator somewhere high, and I had to use my wings to help me get it. I accidently knocked over my stuff."

"Um…sorry?" Lou scratched the back of his head nervously, his earlier attitude evaporated before Lillian's irritation. Now he remembered what it was he had forgotten. "I borrowed it last time and you weren't there when I went to return it so…"

"So you just had to put it in a place where I couldn't easily get it with the help of a chair?"

"Lumennn…" Lillian growled dangerously. Her horns punched out from behind her hair and her blue eyes gained cat-like irises. Her skin was rapidly taking on a crimson ire that had nothing to do with blushing, and her hair took on a red tinge to it.

Uh oh…


Ms. Alicia Smith trudged up the stairs to her apartment, her hands full of groceries. Approaching the door a sense of relief flowed through her. She was almost home.

Shouldn't have gone so long without getting groceries, she berated herself. I could have used Lou and Lillian's help today. Well, at least they have something to do during their 'time off' even if it's a Sunday. Once I get inside, they'll help me put the food away. They'll be glad for that distraction at least. I wonder how far along they got. Probably not far. Those two are always stubborn…

A loud crash emanated from behind her apartment door, and Alicia Smith's eyes widened in alarm.

Not to mention destructive…

Hurrying over to the door, she fought to get her keys out of her purse and into the keyhole. From inside a battle was already occurring, as she could hear Louis' cries of surprise and pain.

That boy really needs to lighten up on the pranks, she thought. He never seems to learn that what goes around comes around.

Alicia heard something give a fragile tinkle and with an effort, she pulled the lock and threw open the door.

"Just what do you think you are doing?!" she shouted, glaring heavily at the two figures on the floor. Alicia sniffed at the two 'children' as they both looked at her with varying degrees of guilt and surprise. Louis lay pinned beneath Lillian, his arms outstretched and long, razor-sharp nails providing the appropriate 'nails' to help her hands keep him down. The girl sat on top of his chest, forked tail swishing like an angry cat.

Alicia looked back and forth between the two. As though remembering something she stepped inside and kicked the door closed behind her.

"Well? Isn't anyone going to volunteer an excuse? Or do I have to guess? Oh, and Lillian? Get off of Louis and shape shift before someone sees you. The two of you made enough noise where someone's going to complain to the landlord…"

Lillian gave her comrade a warning look and slithered off him, retracting her nails into her fingers. Closing her eyes, her appearance altered, returning to a more humanoid appearance devoid of wings and horns. A pink hue on her skin was all that remained of her demonic form, but that could easily be brushed off due to her anger.

As long as she keeps up appearances, she should be fine, thought Alicia. Brushing aside her short, blond locks, she set the groceries down on the counter and stalked over to the two. Louis hung his head while Lillian held her head up defiantly. Not that she needs to, as I'm already sure which one of them started the trouble. Still, losing her 'composure' wasn't exactly cool of her either…

"Louis?" she began calmly.

"Yes, 'm?"

"Go put the groceries away. I'll have a talk with you later."

"Yes, 'm."


The girl's eyes flashed in acknowledgement, but that wasn't what Alicia was looking for.

"Lillian…" she pressed.

"Yes…" the girl finally grated. Alicia sighed.

Rewards or not, she commiserated, childbearing can be such a hardship.

A/N: A weird idea that hit me just as I was going to bed last night, so I figured I'd run with it for a bit to see if it has some viability. Hopefully more will be on the way. 'Till the next chapter.