Senin, 07 Oktober 2013

First Couple, My Sweet Werewolf, Chapter 2


A pair of pristine wings sprouted from that falling male’s back when he just 5 meters away from the ground, making him float just in time. He then inserted it back into his body again after his feet touched the earth. This way, he won’t get hurt.

The arc-angel hurriedly ran toward him, the werewolf whose back touching the ground that had stopped him from his track. He quickly knelt down by that werewolf with white fur and carefully examined his body. Woah, this is bad. He thought when he found an open fracture at the lower part of right arm and fracture ribs that most likely had punctured his right lung considering the difficulty in breathing that were accompanied with painful grunts from him. Palpation, he didn’t press it of course, just putting his hand on the area and examining it with his power instead, had made him sure about it.

Blood that had stained the otherwise dark brown colored ground had convinced him that this one has a large wound on his back too and this boy was on his back. That male’s fine heart-shaped face had became paler and he was sweating so much.

It was then his companion spoke via telepathy, “I’ve just looked at his general from here. He was in a bad condition, right? And look at those bloods. It’ll take some time even for you! You’ll definitely late for meeting!”

The winged creature looked carefully at the werewolf. He looked young. Although one from supernatural race’s age couldn’t be estimated from their face, but this one was indeed has a barely adult face. If he himself looked like around 25 and Michael looked around 17, then this man that’s half transformed into the werewolf state looked around 18 to 20 years ago. His face was battered and clothes were torn and dirty. The fur that only covered his arms and legs were the only ones that’s still pristine.

 “Sorry, I want to heal him. Just go! I know you hate being late,” Rafael answered the other arc-angel. His hand hovered on the werewolf with white fur’s chest before it began to glow. It was when he heard the red hair irritated voice, “It’s up to you then! Just make sure to show up before the meeting ended! You have 2 hours at most!”


“Thanks.” He smiled up there, knowing that his fiery companion can see him, while keeping the healing energy flow from his hand. Then the silhouette flied away. “Well, let’s concentrate in here then.” He spoke to himself, putting his hand to the chest while giving enough energy to reach the wound on the white furred creature’s back.

This werewolf sure was lucky. If he was discovered by another angel, he might be left alone. Even if there were some took pity on him, it’ll be hard to heal his injury. All the angels indeed knew how to heal to some extent but all using holy power that’s of course naturally rejected by dark beings. No, werewolves weren’t purely on the dark side. They had one of their feet in the side of earth while keeping one at the dark. Still.. Trying to heal them using holy energy would just make them worse.

Thus using elemental energy to repair the cells and quickening the body’s metabolism was necessary. There were many who knew how to use them, especially in his branch, but just a very handful of people could utilize it to its maximum effect.

One of them, the best one actually, was the very head of healing branch, the 4th Raphael that’s specialized in the matter. It was just a matter of time.

The images of the injured one’s inside flew within his mind. He has to work on it carefully. The best steps were to shrink those 2 broken ribs while making the bone fragments glued to them and keeping the blood from making the things worse. The cells on the lung regeneration rate would then made quicker just as fast as it could, making the hole smaller and smaller. The last main step would be positioning the shrunken ribs to point at their original direction before making it grow. It has to be made while working on the wound on his back and the open fracture on his arm too. Otherwise, he’ll die from blood loss. After that all that’s left was just to check on the other places, especially the area around the injuries.

It might sound hard due to the multiple things that had to be taken care quickly. But the most difficult thing was the high level precision in the little time he had.

Time flowed as he concentrated on the case. Rafael didn’t know exactly how long he spent here, healing the boy, but he was sure that it’s at least not longer than 30 minutes, due to the fact that the boy still breathing, better each minutes passed. The patient had reverted to his human form when he began to heal him. His body must’ve judged that it’s for the best, truly a good reaction. Werewolves regenerating ability will be higher the closer they’re with wolf appearance, but that very fact would hinder Rafael’s repairing steps by regenerating too fast, thus making him do unnecessary steps.

The owner of tied blue hair looked closely at him. Hmm, maybe his height just a little shorter than me. I am 195cm and I think he is around 189cm. His body is slender but he has a decent amount of muscles in the right places too. And his face…  The crisis period had passed so the arc-angel that had hidden his holy presence didn’t have to be as focused as before. …His face is so beautiful! Long white eyelashes, pointed nose, thin lips.. Huh? The color is pale. His eyes then wandered at the short white hair on top of that younger one’s head. Werewolf hair represents their fur color. That’s why most of them are brown or black haired. White haired werewolf is a rare one. Usually destined to be the leader of the pack… But… Don’t tell me…

“U.. Uh…” The white werewolf finally showed a reaction without painful tone. His voice is so beautiful too.. Uh, what am I thinking?! He’s obviously way younger than me! Raphael shook his head as hard as he could. Well, non-human creature’s age shouldn’t be determined from their outer appearance, that’s true. But if his deduction was true, then he’s definitely not older than 300 years. If not, the 3 worlds would already in uproar. It was then he opened his eyes, revealing untainted white irises that just served as the evidence.. that his thought was true.

But… that pair of eyes just brimmed in innocence…

The eyes indeed widened but the reaction is wrong. He didn’t show any fear or something like that. He just surprised. Or maybe he still couldn’t get the situation…

The light on Raphael’s hands still glowing, a little dimmer than before now since the critical wounds almost completely healed. Infusing too much energy will lead to trouble too, no? The male spoke softly, trying not to present himself as a suspicious character, “Eh, hi…” It was strange to him that he got nervous, but the arc-angel realized that he really was, with how the words left his mouth. The right reaction finally appeared. Fear and suspicion appeared on his beautiful face.

He had moved away from the healer right then, but a sudden move like that will definitely make anyone dizzy. The werewolf fell to his knee right after he moved. “Who are you?!” He spoke with an alarmed tone, ignoring the dizziness and nausea it had caused.

Raphael couldn’t reveal his identity, that’s for sure. What kind of werewolf would believe in the goodwill of an angel? That’s why all he did was to smile and answered him with ambiguous answer, “Well, who I am not important. But, I just heal your body, even if it’s not complete yet. Isn’t it enough proof to let me finish?” He showed his hand that was glowing with honey colored light before it went off. Wasting energy wasn’t a good way to preserve oneself.

Eyes widened at the answer, he quickly surveyed his body. He looked all around his body that he could see while hands rubbing on his chest and back. He seemed to notice that there’s no pain when moving the right arm too. Amazement slowly crept into his face when he spoke happily, jumping and moving, “It’s true.. Almost all my wounds are gone now. It’s still stung a little on my back and chest but it’s definitely healed..!”

The arc-angel just continued to smile and stood there when two words floated in his head, Cursed werewolf. There is a legend in the werewolf’s race that when werewolves with white fur has power and ability way higher than common ones, usually became the leader of the pack, the one that’s almost completely white with white irises and eyelashes, pale complexion and all was a cursed one that will bring misfortune, no, catastrophe of some sort. He has all the criteria right. That must be why he was hurt so badly even if he must be stronger than a mere white haired werewolf. His inexperience was just brimming from his body, so the percentage of losing is more than 90% if he was beaten my many experience werewolves.

“W-well..” His voice is so cu.. No.. No.. Raphael tried to clear his mind by shaking his head then returned his focus to him. BA-DUMP.. One loud heartbeat followed by quicker pace was inevitable when the arc-angel saw the tint of red on that werewolf’s cheek. What’s wrong with me? Why am I getting all flustered by him?!

“Eh, I am sorry for being rude,” The white haired male slowly walked back toward him, looking to the ground right after giving a small awkward smile. He didn’t raise his head even after being right in front of his saver but instead playing with the hem of his torn clothes, Too embarrassed to look at me it seems, and the arc-angel had noticed that his ears turned bright red. C-cute!! Uh no, he is normal!!

The blue haired male coughed before saying, “No, you don’t have to apologize.” How innocent. Healing someone doesn’t mean they are by your side or a kind one. “Your reaction is a normal reaction for someone who beaten almost to death.” I wonder if this topic is forbidden for him.

The air around him suddenly became dark. It really is a forbidden topic for him, Raphael thought in regret. He said it out of curiosity of how he would react after all. That’s why he quickly added, “Well, now can I go near you again? Your wounds still hurts, right? Can I finish my treatment?”

He peeked from the curtain of white bang before replied it in hesitation, “Yes, thank you…” His voice was low and soft with the hint of embarrassment.

 “This won’t take too long. I’ve almost finish before anyway.” Said the male with a smile before placing his right hand on the werewolf’s chest. It was when the hand glowed again, but this time the energy were bigger, moving and flickering like a honey colored fire, with blue hue. He didn’t want to do it actually, because that meant he was forcing the cells to work harder but seeing the uncomfortable movement from the now conscious patient, he decided that it’s best to quicken it a bit.

That’s the reason why he did more than just healing. The blue that’s been playing with the otherwise pure honey colored fire was his life energy. One’s like might be different than each other, but it can be transferred to other as it could be mixed with the one receiving it. Arc-angels had life energy, even though they’re immortal. Well, the reason why they had it was a secret kept by the God, but they’ll still able to move even if their life energy was emptied so it’s pretty much useless, right? That’s why they shoved it out as one of the God’s whims.

After awhile of silent treatment, the werewolf asked, “You must be not from our side, right? You have holy power.”

Raphael’s body went rigid before being forced to relax, “Well yeah..” Seems like even if the one I use is elemental one, the holy power will still come out.

“For a human, you’re pretty powerful.” ……… Wah………

“Thanks..” The healer answered hesitantly. It seemed that the werewolf thought of his as a human with some sort of light tendency, maybe a priest or a saint or whatever. He really wanted to clarify him but the logic went better against his emotion.

“Why did you help me?” The next line was that a question. He seemed to feel guilty for asking him but determined enough to say the line. Maybe he didn’t completely trust me after all. Well, considering what he is, it’s just normal… The male thought imagining the hardship this creature must’ve went through. Raphael was now certain that he had lived at least one hundred years of human time from his body that he had explored when he healed him. Living that long all alone and being hunted, but still looked completely.. Okay, maybe not completely but still inexperienced, it’s a miracle that he still alive up until now!

“Ah, well..” This time he couldn’t answer right away. I want to ask that to myself too!

“Well..?” The paler one had now raised his head, waiting for the answer. It seemed to be and important question to him.

 “I..” Eyes darted to left for some second before the lips moved, “I.. can’t stand seeing someone wounded.” The healer decided to go with the basic answer. It’s not like he was lying, okay? Being a Raphael means to have a big and kind heart.. Though, he didn’t know why, he couldn’t be as kind and patient to his abdominal fellow arc-angels and superior.

Okay, maybe he actually knew the reason, but it’s not important.

“Even if you don’t know me? And I am a werewolf on top of that!” Disbelief stained the choked voice. So the youngster didn’t believe it.

A helpless look could be seen on the healer’s face as he answered, “It’s like that..” Though I felt something else in your case… He continued inside his mind. Not telling the whole truth and lying was dif.fer.ent!

“Oh..” He gave me a short reply for the answer, seeming to not able to continue the topic any further.

Then, the two of them fell silent. I don’t know what he feels but I feel awkward even if I am happy to be with him. Ugh, I am afraid this might be…

“Eeeh… Can I.. ask your name..?” The werewolf was the first to break the silence, asking with hesitation. The arc-angel though, felt like wanting to slap himself. How could he forget about it? Introduction is necessary for…

..But I couldn’t tell him my name… The thought of telling the werewolf his real name didn’t even surface. But it just couldn’t be helped. He was more than a thousand years old arc-angel whose name had already been forgotten for a long time, by himself included. “Just call me Rafa.” A gentle smile hovered on his lips as he gave him his nickname.

The werewolf though, seemed to forget to mention his name for he got distracted and talked right after that, dissipating the arc-angel’s chance to ask for it. “Rafa, do you still need more time?”

Raphael that went with the nickname Rafa had frozen with slightly opened mouth. He had lost his chance to ask. Crying inside, he closed it then opened it again just to tell him, “No, it’s already finished just now…” He forced a smile before let the hand lost its glow and separated from the high temperature skin. “Why don’t you try to move your body again? Tell me if some parts of your body still hurt or if I missed something.”

The werewolf nodded happily before he began to jump, run, and moving his body with an overpowered movement. Waw, he even can’t control his power! Was what Rafa thought when he saw those movements and wasted energy.

After a few minutes, he ran back to the arc-angel. He was sweating so much but his face looks so innocently happy. “You’re amazing!! My body didn’t hurt even a slightest bit now. My wound usually will open up when I do my activities when others heal me, but yours is not!”

A gentle smile reappeared again, “That’s good then.” Your wound didn’t open up because who heal you is me, the angel specialist in healing.. Of course it’ll open up if you put too much power in everything you do! Rafa thought being slightly proud of his level of healing.

White haired male nodded then looked upward, “Oh, this is bad! I need to go somewhere!” He quickly held the blue haired’s hand then said, “Rafa, I’ll never forget your kindness. Can we meet up in this place again around 7am? I’ll definitely find a way to repay your kindness!”

Rafa’s face quickly brightened, “Of course!” He answered immediately, squeezing the pair of hands back.

“That’s good!” He then gave Rafa a bright smile. He had talked happily, in amazement in front of his, but it was the first time he really smiled at Rafa!

That smile had made the arc-angel stunned. The younger one on the other hand had began to run to the north. “Au revoir!!” He shouted as he jumped onto the valley and disappear from the stoned male’s sight.

Oh God!! I think this is LOVE!!!!

To be continued…

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