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When they were bowled over, they were knocked clean off their feet. Non surprisingly, as the demon could easily touch a nine foot ceiling. So the demon was huge. And growing. Celtran landed on one knee and hand when they were shoved, obviously for stun impact, and quickly righted himself. Ryouma looked minimally shocked, though his floaty energy decieved all evidence of that, now spiking out from his body in long, jagged spines. The invisible tines pulsed around his little form, shooting of energy like none other. Celtran, in a second before gathering himself for what was to come, had the distinct, loud thought that... Ryouma nearly had as much energy as an ethereal being. From the force and amount of energy that was pouring off his soul-mate human, the young man could very well be an Angel himself. Or a demon, if he strayed from the path.

BUt back to the main problem, say, a Demon. Yes, nearly everything that had been happening had happened in a matter of seconds, by which Celtran's already prepared aura was now shifting into something quite different. Though his did not become sharp and alarming like the dark headed boy beside him, the golden glow was now thick around them, fierce, something that actually and physically seeped through his pours like liquid fire. The demon, having been corrected in his steps a second before either of them, paused only momentarily, obviously deciding that if Celtran was playing his cards, so would he. So, while Celtran's strange white eyes began to glow with Heavenly light, the demon's jowels quivered and his own eyes squinted with Hellfire. The human body began to change, form itself like melting wax into thick, grey skin that covered long and sharp bones like a film of gauze. Claws reached out from now three fingers, nose and jaw lengthened until the face was surely devilish, and a strong aroma of death wafted out from behind heavy fangs.

Celtran stared with luminous eyes, one arm now wrapped securely around Ryouma's shoulders, and lifted his free hand to the sky. Not a second after the sun's light cast its glow down on it did fire begin to form. Fire from his palm. It quickly grew and turned shapely, taking the form of a weapon. A sword of flame.

"You're going to regret this." Celtran said, voice seeming to be two, echoing around the street they were on and reverberating of the walls of alleys. His face had a dark expression across it, beside its heavenly glory, and his chocolate hair swirled around his face like water.

Give me your human." the demon growled through saliva covered jaws. Celtran's face hardened even more.

"Come and get him."

And the demon came.

A heavy, intense aura was gathering around them, thickening the air until it was like silver and gold soup. Though there was nothing tasty about it. With the mixing of two powerful beings, but of such different sides, both awkward energies combined to create an unpleasant, coppery smell in the air that singed skin and made any mortals near cough and gag.

Though Celtran did his best to shield Ryouma from that. However, with an oncoming attack, that might be a little hard. He still wasn't used to this mortal form of his, what with its flesh and pain receptors.

With the warm body against his, Celtran lifted the sword and did a top to bottom slash at the demon's face while it soared through the air, claws first. He wielded the sword with much skill and practice, the flames like another appendage in his hand. The demon screeched in pain, however it hardly softened the demon's drive for the tasty, very energy filled, human, and the thing found its way onto them. Pushing with his sword and arm at its attack, Celtran barely managed to keep standing with the thing thrashing and roaring above them, and let go of Ryouma. He had to.

Rolling his shoulder, he managed to get the demon off himself, though it landed on all four black feet between the human and his angel. "Run!" Celtran yelled, and that was all, because the thing was scurrying as quick as lightning, towards the young male.

"You're mine, human!" the thing drooled, eyes fiery with hunger. It reached out with a gnarled paw and caught Ryouma's leg, but not before the Angel had its tail and was pulling with almighty strength at it. The thing whined only just, but continued to claw with both 'hands' for Ryouma, snarling and gnashing its yellow teeth.

Celtran was pulling with great might at the Demon's tail, gritting his teeth and digging his heels in, but suddenly the Demon was coming towards him, and it was a second to know why: Ryouma had run, sure, but the human hadn't escaped. He was running towards HIM. Celtran could have opened his mouth and shouted "NOOOOO!" but Ryouma met his small frame with his and suddenly the Angel's body burned with a power. Not just ethereal power, not an awesome power, but raw, intense, unmatched power, something Heaven or Hell had never seen the likes of.

But without a moment to lose, Celtran let the fire in his palm grow. And grow. He felt his power was insurpassable, infinite. Seeing the demon coming upon them, the angel lifted his arm high into the air and from it broke a column of fire, one that swallowed the screeching and writhing demon until all that was exempt from the pits of hell was a pile of ash.

Without losing a breath, the fire disapperated into thin air and Celtran brough his palm down on the pile of ash, where it too disappeared. Then he righted himself and from there he became more aware of his surroundings. A wave of fire doesn't go unnoticed after all. Hardly missing a beat, he locked Ryouma at his side and started in the direction of the parked car. Surely that energy would have drawn other demons. Or worse, Angels. The last thing he wanted was God's creatures swarming them and taking him back to Heaven.

The energy once apparent in them both was quickly and rapidly leaving either body, replaced by exhaustion and fatigue. "Stay with me, Ryouma." he said quietly as his eyes shot from side to side, scanning the area. No more would he be caught off guard. Never again. But he felt quite tired, something unusual, and wondered if Ryouma could drive them home or not. Deciding against it, he changed their direction and headed to the bus where he remembered getting on before. It wasn't there yet, so he stood with Ryouma still tightly under his arm, thumb stroking the cold spot on his shoulder. There would be quite a bit of explaining to do, he could only assume under the wisest of terms.

The angel was staring down at a burn mark on the cuff of his button up shirt. It was making him frusterated; your clothing never got burnt in Heaven! What was this? Ah, yes, it was material world clothing, easily damaged. Now he saw. So he turned his eyes on Ryouma. The boy was pale as a summer cloud.

Stay with me, Ryouma..." he soothed, but the human couldn't, and faded into a heavy sleep, his legs buckling under him. Celtran caught under his arms and brought the younger male back up. Oh no, the human was out of energy. This couldn't be good. How much had Ryouma given up? Well, that all depended on how much he had, which was presently quite a lost case with the angel. Ryouma's display of such power....

It could mean several things: One being that this human could very well be the most powerful being on earth. It could also have sent off warning bells to Heaven, who monitored such things, and alerted the wrong people. Celtran was surprised they weren't being swarmed with Angels and Demons right this minute, all hungry for the energy. This thought made him look around again. Where was this bus?! He needed to get Ryouma home so he could sleep his fatigue off for a couple days. Celtran would have to call him in sick (however one might do that, he still did not know).

Alas, the bus FINALLY showed and Celtran lifted Ryouma into his arms to take him on. The driver, who knew them both now, frowned. "[Is he alright?]"

"[Tired. Long day.]" Was all Celtran said in reply, which was true enough. A total understatement, but still. The bus started up and they went along the route, Celtran sitting in the back seats with the boy resting half in, half out of his lap. His hand gently stroked the handsome bluish-green hair and touched the smooth face beneath it caringly. A brave human, Ryouma. Celtran felt his golden heart yearning for the amber eyes to open and be awake again.

The cool voice of the driver told Celtran at least an hour later that they were nearly home. Now all he had to do was walk. After exiting the bus, Celtran straighted with Ryouma cupped in his arms, held securely to his chest. He shouldn't fly, not with people possibly watching. So he carried the boy home. However, the lock was the problem. If Angels could curse God, he would have.

So, in the end, he had to fly, though a short rocket straight up through the air didn't really qualify as a good flight. They landed through the upper windows in the guest room, which Celtran had left open, and he quickly took Ryouma to his room, where he laid him on the bed. After getting a cool towellete and placing it on the other's forehead, only then did the angel feel the actual tire of his own working. But he couldn't sleep, not if Ryouma would be on his own for it.

So, rising in the air with hardly a half a beat of his wings, Celtran found perch in one of the high window's sills and watched over the sleeping form below like the true Guardian Angel he was.

For hours and hours it was that Celtran settled in the window, watching intently over the sleeping being and gathering his thoughts. Some of the like included: How he might explain all of this to Ryouma; his wayward feelings for the man that seemed to be growing with each minute; the power that the latter had.

First thing, the explaining he really didn't have a plan for. He'd just have to go with the flow, like always, and hope that he could put information out there to the human that wouldn't scare him half to death, lead him in the wrong direction, or make him so curious that he might ask Celtran the secret to life - which he knew. All could be dangerous prospects.

Next on the line of fire was his feelings. Now, as a being that spent the last couple thousand years doing the same thing every day with the same angels, there would always have to be some confusion with what he felt at the time. But Ryouma was his human, his other half, his soul mate. How could he not love him? He truly did, in the deepest way, Celtran loved Ryouma. But then of course, Ryouma had a life, he would most likely marry and pass on a couple children before living his life out while Celtran continued to watch over him and make sure he stayed to the Path and didn't wander. However, with these even stranger emotions toward him, and even the hormonal signs received, Celtran knew there was something he was missing.

Thirdly, the most concerning, was the act in which Ryouma brought every power seen before him to shame. He'd outweighed angelic power by hundreds, shot up the graphs until not even Heaven could expand enough to cover it. Celtran couldn't forget the feeling it gave him, like every molecule in his body was alight with a fire, one that could crush mountains and cause climactic change in whatever he pleased. If only he was so selfish. No, Celtran was actually more worried. Only such a great power could bring other beings like him. Surely Heaven could not ignore such a thing, and no doubt they'd be sending something or someone along to vanquish whatever threat they deemed necessary.

So Ryouma was not safe. Not at all. From demons or the opposite. The human was catastrophic in power, though gentle in knowing. Without proper knowledge the boy could be lost, even kill himself without meaning to. But then again, knowledge could drive him to Evil, which was worse.

Muddled with so many of these thoughts and more, Celtran rubbed his eyes, the sky outside having faded from a rusty orange to a purple-blue. It was dark not long after and Ryouma had still not awaken. It didn't surprise the Angel: the boy had used a lot of power.

So, time marched on and the angel still had not moved. Nor had his counterpart. At long last, Celtran felt he should find something for the boy to eat for surely he'd need nutrients after such work. Though reluctant to leave him, Celtran eventually went downstairs to prepare something for him to eat (not American).

"Ryouma." Came a silky voice, recognizable as Celtran's, though smoother than usual. When Ryouma's eyes opened wide after his premonition, Celtran was standing at the end of his bed, glowing like a solar sun. It would seem Ryouma was as well. Both looked like a pair of lightbulbs, beings made of fire in the darkened room with its drawn curtains.

The Angel looked surprised, even the whites of his eyes alive with the golden glow. The connection between them was far more powerful than ever before, nearly cementing them together, which is what had brought him upstairs. He'd been preparing food when the calling came to him and his skin began to brighten, all his power coming out without his permission. And now it was to see why. Somehow, some way, Ryouma had opened the barrier between them, the connection now entire. Somehow in his sleep the young man had broken God's chains and finally brought them together.

Still standing where he was, each starign into the others eyes as the energy filled the room like a tank and they were swallowed by it. Wordlessly, Celtran came around the side of the bed and reached his hand out for Ryouma's, face blank and yet filled with love for the Japanese boy.

"Come," he said, all his used energy returning in a millisecond, and he felt awake once more. Very immortal. And very powerful. "You must stand. Come, Ryouma." Taking the others hand, he helped him off the bed and to his feet, where he continued to hold his hand and gaze deeply down at him. "You see it now, don't you? You see God's light?" Then there was nothing to hold back.

Shaking his shoulders, Celtran unfurled his wings, the things tearing through his shirt and reaching outward before coming to nestle around them. Both white and black feathers floated through the air, working loose with his lack of letting them free, and rested on the floor at their feet, as light as air. "Echizen Ryouma, I am your Guardian Angel, the fourteenth to the Divine Creater and forever yours. Do you accept me?"

The angel felt himself glow brighter with Ryouma's acceptance of him, and he knew now that the hard part was coming. Ryouma knew now, which he didn't know if it was wise for him to, but that only mean the younger would have to feel the worst. Training. He knew that in the near future, Ryouma would have to be getting quite close with him.

But then he spoke about his mother, something not all to familiar to Celtran, but he was more surprised by what the other told him of his mother. An angel? Well that would explain things, but... wait. "Six wings?" he asked as every bell in his head went off. Yes, he knew angels with six wings, the High Archangels had those. And only them. It was Celtran's hope at one point in his time to become one of these, but he knew that even being the 14th made angel for God could not get him there. Not unless he was blessed, which he didn't see happening at this point.

"Six wings..." Celtran said after a moment. "Is a sign of an Archangel." he said. "There are six of them. Each stand at God's sides, three females, three males. If what you say is true, Ryouma," which he knew it was. "Then your mother... was one of the highest angels in all of heaven. Which makes you..." Things were starting to make sense, come together. But this meant only worse. God was going to send the Warrior Angels after them. His own kind, now they were going to come and find them. Drag him back, wipe Ryouma from the face of the earth, from the world's mind. And if they knew how much power Ryouma had, which they most likely did, they would send the Covenant of Archangels. To make sure, at all costs, that he and Ryouma did not connect and combine their powers.... He had to prepare the boy as soon as possible. "Ryouma, you cannot go to work tomorrow. I am sorry, but this is far greater in importance. Come, you need to eat. Tonight....Tonight we need to begin training you."