For Those With Wings (Angel/AngelKiller!Brothers and Reader)

Chapter 8

Seven days ago, I would've fought with the man currently leaning into his car -- Ichiro, the man that locked me out of his life after a three-year relationship. He had come to drop off my things, since he needed room for his new girlfriend's stuff.

It made me partially suspicious that he accused me of cheating to cover up his own tracks...but it wasn't my business anymore. I wasn't going to crawl back to Ichiro for a relationship. Not after the false accusations he seemed so proud of.

There were two cardboard boxes taped up and sealed with my name scrawled on the flaps, and he stacked them in front of me as I watched from a distance.

"I packed up what I could remember were yours, but this is everything," He smiled as he patted the top box. I folded my arms in front of my chest and continued to give him a hard look, "You didn't have much to begin with, so it made packing easy."

"Uh-huh...Is my phone packed away?"

"No, I returned it to the store when I cancelled your line," Ichiro shrugged dismissively, as if he did me a favor.

"Any of my bathroom things?" I raised an eyebrow, my thin veil of patience quickly vanishing.

"Yeah, they're in there. Your feminine products, too," He motioned towards the boxes before looking up behind me, "I'm glad you found somewhere to stay, despite it looking like an old school."

"It is an old school, converted to help those less fortunate and giving them a place to stay and recover," Sharp footsteps announced someone's presence as a voice came closer, drawing my attention to the green-accented cassock of Choromatsu.

"Father Choromatsu," My body loosened up as the tension from before seemed to vanish, "Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, (y/n). Is this a friend of yours?" His hooded eyes swept over Ichiro, the half-rimmed glasses perched high on his nose.

"Oh, uh...this is my ex-boyfriend, Ichiro. He was just delivering some of my things that were left behind in his apartment," I waved a hand towards Ichiro, who seemed to stand a little straighter and glare at Choromatsu.

"Thank you for helping out (y/n) in her time of need," Choromatsu gave a soft smile as he closed his eyes fully, a hand over his heart as he slightly bowed in Ichiro's direction. The gesture seemed to throw him off, "May God look over you kindly."

"Ah...it's no problem," Ichiro took a step back and jabbed a thumb towards his car, "I...I need to leave."

I could only watch in confusion as Ichiro climbed into the driver's seat and pulled into the busy street, forcing his way between cars to leave the shelter's parking lot. A soft grunt turned my attention back to Choromatsu, his gloved hands easily hefting up the top cardboard box as he looked down at me, as if waiting for further instructions.

"No, you don't have to, Fath--!"

"It's all right, (y/n)," He cut me off as I scrambled to grab the last box, lifting the light load and quickly walking towards the shelter lobby, "I've been meaning to ask you something."

"What is it?" I turned towards him, confusion prominent on my face.

"Is there anything that you need for immediate use? Such as a cell phone or clothes, or any other item?" Choromatsu continued, meeting and holding my gaze as we stood still, "But more importantly, would you want a place of your own?"

The wind grew harsh for a moment, tossing about our hair and his stole before settling back down. I couldn't help but stare at him for a bit.

"I...do have hopes to save up enough money for a small apartment near the area, but I haven't really started working yet," Something rubbed me the wrong way about what Choromatsu was asking. He was a Dean within the church, so was it okay for him to carry on the conversation like this? It sounded...wrong.

"If you already have an idea of how you'll stand back up, then I won't pry any further," He walked past me and up the stairway to the shelter, "The only thing that we ask for is that you let us know if there's anything we can do to help. Even if it seems mundane."

"Why...?" The question slipped between my lips before I realized what I said, "Why are you guys doing this?"

"'Why'?" Choromatsu turned around, his eyes fully open for the first time since I saw him in church a few nights ago, "You're like a little sister to us, and we believe this is our chance to be there for you...when no one else can stand next to you."

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I folded the last pair of jeans on my bed, the denim still warm from the dryer, my hands running over the rough surface as my thoughts drifted back to seeing Choromatsu earlier. I couldn't help but feel like a giant puzzle was set up in front of me, but the pieces were so small that I couldn't even make out where they went.

Why am I having so much doubt about the men that seem to really care for me and what I'm going through?

Putting the folded pants onto a shelf lined with my freshly cleaned old clothes, I lay back down on the bed and looked out the window, the sunset reminding me that I had a job to go to tomorrow morning. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and lay on my side, feeling strangely exhausted after the easy day that I had.

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"For someone blessed by Him, you sure are cruel to everyone around you," A man dressed in priest garb sighed towards another male figure. The second male was slightly hunched over as they both quietly watched a female form run off down the sidewalk, the priest resting a hand on his hip before a smirk overcame the frown on his face.

"You're one to talk," The other man huffed as he stepped inside a building nearby, tilting his head slightly to keep an eye on the priest as the door closed on his figure. Wrapping his arms around something bulky, the slouched man's eyes narrowed when he realized the priest hadn't left the spot outside the building as he exited. He clicked his tongue and turned away, intent on getting back somewhere quickly.

"You could give her another chance, big brother," The priest walked in step with the slouched man, although quite a distance behind him.

"Not when she's affiliated with any of you, *****."

A name was spoken, but it was garbled.

"She's not with any of us," The priest hummed with a finger resting on his cheek.

"Don't lie to me...the scent of your kind was all over her."

"True, but that wasn't us. There were some others that tried to eat her, and I just happened to be there."

The slouched man cast a glare over his shoulder, staring down the priest who merely deflected the accusatory look with a small smile.

"Then what do you want from her? She's innocent in all of this."

The priest stopped walking, his face hidden from view as he looked towards the ground. The other man suddenly flinched away and fully faced him as pressure began to emanate from the priest, interrupting the wind and shifting the gales around both men. As he looked back up at him, the priest's eyes had a red glow that danced across his irises. The slouched man shifted his posture and stood up to his full height, his own eyes paling to a light lavender color, gritting his teeth as he felt a sudden aura of bloodlust burst out from the red-eyed priest, partially revealing the monster hiding behind the smiling face.

"(Y/n) is an important piece to us. We won't touch her...yet."

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I sat up, startled from whatever was playing in my head and drenched in sweat. The faces of the men were fading fast, but I could still remember their clothes: a cassock lined with salmon-pink, and a purple jacket that rested over sweatpants.

Todomatsu and Ichimatsu.

What was going on?