We've Gotta Stop Meeting Like This. (Fang//Closed)

[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal laughed as she gave her definition of love, as it was once again his own as well. Of course everybody now a days falls into the cliche ''Love is for fools'' category, but to Angeal it was for people who never experienced death. He didn't catch the whole love bananza in his first life, and to here those who were in it tell the story, it was something you want to experience before you die. ''I've never had love on any level other than for my sword'', he said laughing a little bit and chewing what was in his mouth. Never had he wondered about anything with as much curiosity as love, and he would like nothing more than to quench his thirst for it. No mother, not father, all he truly had was Sephiroth, Genesis, and Zack, and we all know how that turned out.

But once again, love could not be afforded to him because although he wanted the aspect of it, he couldn't stand the idea of leaving a family behind if something were to happen to him. Even though he came back from his first death there was no guarantee he would do it again. ''I just had to see where your head was on the matter, to me though I couldn't do it right now. Because suppose that sorceress killed me and I had a wife and child, I couldn't let my child grow up without me being there. It was too easy for me to almost die then'', he said remembering what a bloody mess he was at her hands.

''I've been in much worse situations though. Trust me'', he said remembering all the different battles in which he should've died, at times like that he was certain that only his morale and will to continue with his SOLDIER honor intact.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!

Fang’s eyes got a tad bit wider and she laughed, showing her even white teeth as he told her he knew love on the level of his sword. She reached her hand up to cover her mouth to stop laughing, but her eyes were actually twinkling, which they rarely did, at least not in humor. “A sword eh? Must have been a pretty important sword for it to be the only love you’ve ever known.” At least she had Vanille, something told her he didn’t really have anyone at the moment that he cared for. It was understandable, but Vanille always told her that ‘everyone needed someone.’ She had never really believed her, but there were always moments in her life where she was soft hearted and those times were around Vanille, so maybe her overly cheerful friend was right.

She remembered the battle where she had met him as he mentioned it. Brain riveted to the woman who had come to seek out the fal’cie and kill them, she had mentioned the l’cie too. That’s what had gained her attention. No one messed with the l’cie, aka Vanille and herself, she wouldn’t allow anyone to use them to gain what they wanted. He had a point though; leaving behind those that depended on you, or cared for you was harsh. She remembered her own family dying. She would never want to put her children through that, of course, that was if she had any children. It was a crazy thought, one she tried not to think about.

She sobered at the memory of the fight that they had all almost been killed in. She had thought Angeal might die at that moment, but he hadn’t, obviously to stubborn to die, just like she was. He had been bleeding all over, but then again the magic invading her body due to the fact that she wouldn’t let go of her lance had taken her to her knees as well. She hadn’t thought she would die though, no; there was too much resting on her shoulders to die now before she completed her focus. “You were bleeding all over the place, but looking back I could have died then as well, that’s the life for us close range fighters.” She thought of the numb feeling she had felt kneeling there, magic coursing through her veins. “Everything important flashes before you’re eyes when you come that close to death. To bad we don't have all that many important thing hm?"

It was had to believe, him being closer to death then that. Surprisingly she did though. “Amazingly I do believe you.” She glanced over at him again, taking another bite; she chewed and swallowed before talking again. “So tell me a highlight of being a SOLDIER, there has to be something good about it.”

Words: 602
Muse: so so
Notes: none

[Angeal Hewley]

''Eh, highlights? You tend to block out a lot when you fight as much as I did. I can remember one mission in particular when I was a younger SOLDIER. Sephiroth, Genesis, and I were sent to a town where this gang of bandits had been terrorizing the citizens'', he said, this was indeed one of the stories he preferred not to remember, such horror it brought back to memory. ''I remember....'', he paused choosing his words carefully. ''Sephiroth ... and Genesis fell asleep, and I decided to try and finish the mission alone to prove myself. But I saw how they were treating the citizens, they killed women... and children too. I had never seen anything as horrible as that. But unlike the normal SOLDIER, I responded in an even more gruesome fashion'', he said wincing at the thought of what he did. ''I... killed them all, remorselessly. I don't remember details of how I went about it, because it's more like I blacked out. Sephiroth told me... I was like a monster...a machine, so methodical in killing'', he said taking another small bite of his steak.

''All I saw was a pool of blood....'', he said dropping his fork and looking at his hands for a moment. How cold he was, he never knew himself to be so violent until that point in time, but sure enough he ended them all. He was engineered to be a killer and when the time came he functioned as such, it was natural, his mind blanked and his body took over. ''The children, and the citizens called for it ....silently'', he said fully aware of how crazy he sounded. ''I have never killed like that since then'', he said frowning.

''I'm not proud of it...'', he got quiet.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!

Fang took a bite and waited as he started his story. She knew full well that there were some things in you’re life that you wanted to forget, some of course that you wanted to but couldn’t. This seemed to be one of those memories. She wasn’t horrified like most, especially women, would be, but it was a sickening thought. She could imagine what a young man would be feeling. The anger at how the citizens were being treated, the pride that came with wanting to show off, the fighting, after....

His face as he spoke to her was a little bit horrified, like he was even now reliving the memory deep within himself. Quite the memory. Out of every possible memory why had he chosen to tell her that one? To make her understand just how brutal his life had been? To see why he was the way he was? She didn’t quite understand, but then again, it could possibly just be because that was the memory that was stuck in his head the most. After he finished the story he got very quiet, probably still reliving the memories. She was somewhat sorry she had asked. Not because the story appalled her, but because it was obviously painful for him to have brought up.

“Quite the story you chose to tell me.” She pushed around the food that was on her plate. “Now that…is one memory I wouldn’t care to loose if I were you.” She wasn’t good at coming up with replies that were…caring. “I can see why you’re so thoughtful, carrying around that baggage would mess a lot of people up really badly.” She set her fork down and imagined what his life must have been like; he seemed to be fighting just as early as she herself had been. Really no one should have to fight that early, it defeated the purpose of…being a kid. Even she herself had had some fun as a child. ‘Borrowing’ chocobos to race with was the height of their fun growing up poor in an orphanage. Still, his story quieted them both; she couldn’t bring herself to pity him, although of course he would never want pity. Still, the mood had grown quiet and thoughtful as they both thought about the story he had just told her.

She realized that he wouldn’t want any sympathy, and she wasn’t good at giving that anyway. She just…realized how horrible that must have been, to learn about it from the two men he had mentioned. She wasn’t sure how else to respond, so she just sighed a bit and glanced at him, what she spoke was trying to get that story out of both their heads. “This Sephiroth and Genesis you spoke about…friends of yours?”

Words: 592
Muse: Good
Notes: nooone

[Angeal Hewley]

''The three of us used to be like brothers, Sephiroth the oldest, most noticeable, I was the stoic one who preferred to play the back, while Genesis was like the younger more jealous brother. Jealous of what Sephiroth had....true un-equaled power. Not even I could completely stand up to him and not falter after a while'', he said remembering the three of them and the kind of kids they were which led to the kind of men they grew up to be. Genesis, Angeal felt was his fault, he allowed Genesis to leave and could do nothing but leave himself which led him to be tracked down by Zack and eventually killed. ''Well we were as close as three hardened warriors could be anyways. We all watched out for each other, then Genesis left, I soon followed. And that led to my demise ultimately'', he said chuckling and remembering how childish Genesis could be whenever he would lose a fight to Angeal or Sephiroth.

''Then there was Zack. Much like me, just with a ......lighter disposition. Oh man, you have not seen fighting until you have seen this kid go. It was like poetry in motion, they say he mirrored me in many ways including fighting. But honestly that kid was like a son to me, I taught him about honor and what it was to be a SOLDIER'', he said smiling in revelry. ''I prefer to call him...a ballet of violence when he is in combat. Don't get me wrong though, he still couldn't beat me'', he said remembering that he and Zack had been reunited.

''Look enough about me, what about you, you probably know enough about me to write a book by now. I don't usually talk this much, Hah'', he laughed pushing his plate aside and propping his hands under his chin to prepare for anything she wanted to tell him.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!

She could see the three friends, so different and yet friends nonetheless. It seemed as if friends were always very different. Obviously these men were a better memory for him, because Angeal seemed to lighten up considerably. She found she was enjoying herself, though she might not admit it. Once he got started it seemed he liked remembering, because then he told her about someone named Zack. He must have been very close to this Zack because he even said he was like a son to him. She outright smiled at his boast that he couldn’t beat him. “Couldn’t beat you? Have you ever fought him?”

He asked about her then. A little bit of a faraway look crossed her eyes. What to tell in her life that would be interesting? “My life huh?” She thought about the parts of her life. Being orphaned, meeting Vanille, growing up with something to prove in a harsh land, becoming a l’cie, completing her focus, turning to crystal and then waking up 500 years earlier. Quite the life actually.

“You know how there’s always a kid that is a little bit hotheaded and will challenge something just for the hell of it?” She smiled, “That was me. My family was killed in what was called the war of Transgressions, between my world and this one.” She glanced around the room, she didn’t talk loud, but everyone was in their own world so she didn’t have to worry about anyone listening into their conversation. “I was young, I could barely remember them, but every day I was reminded that the Cocoon vipers had killed my family and that I should hate them, so of course I did.” She took a sip of water, “Up to the point where if I could destroy all of Cocoon, I would have. But that’s the way we’re trained in Gran Pulse.”

“After that I was shoved in a crowded orphanage, so many children had lost their families, I wasn’t the only one, but I was…I think more affected then the others. We all hated Cocoon, but I could think of almost nothing else until a girl named Vanille showed up in the orphanage. She’s my complete opposite, cheery, giggly, and outgoing, loves to laugh…she got me to have a bit of fun, so we created chaos all around Oerba, our villiage. But that…was a long time ago.” A really long time before. 500 years was a long time, was there even still anyone from Gran Pulse alive? She had to get Vanille and get back there until she figured out what her new focus was.

Words: 572
Muse: so so
Notes: None

[Angeal Hewley]

Her life sounded like the background story of a warrior, one with few tears, and even fewer regrets. He looked into her eyes once more, all the time he spent today gazing into her eyes told him more about her than any word they ever said to each other. ''Up until now, if I wasn't moving I wasn't comfortable. Like I needed some kind of action to contain myself. But something about you calms me... I don't know.. what it is, it's never been this way with anyone'', he said feeling corny. His face turned a bright beat red and he looked down as he felt the ultimate awkward silence coming one. ''Uh...I'm sorry I...uh... didn't mean to say that. It was meant to stay in a thought bubble I swear'', he said still looking down.

Nobody has ever humbled Angeal like this, but this girl, she smoothed down all the edges, she knew Angeal and understood him, because she was not all that different herself. And after all wasn't that what he wanted ultimately. Then why was he so afraid to speak that thought, his peace, what he really wanted her to know. ''Maybe that was you know.... the punches...talking'', he said sipping his water praying that something would provide a distraction. ''Or maybe I was just talking reckless, cause ya know I did almost die again'', he said still red and looking down.

He sat there staring in his glass, it didn't provide a distraction like he needed from her. If only he knew what she was thinking, probably that he was just another dumb fighter who thought she was getting attached to him. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!, he scolded himself internally.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

~HighWind Nightmare~
"You want to keep breathing? Shut up and come quiet."

Fang thought her own story sounded pathetic, running around, fighting, the same old same old. However she couldn't say she regretted her life. She was deep in thought about the past, growing up in Pulse, the wild, the unyielding, it had honed her into the woman she was today. She herself was a product of the land, harsh and tough, wild and untamed. It showed in her demeanor, her attitude, even the way she walked. She came back to earth as Angeal started speaking again. He had this way about him, sort of like, if he spoke, you listened. In her life she hadn't respected that many people, but he had her respect, as hard as that was to believe. It had taken him only a few minutes to prove himself in the battle between that sorceress.

She didn't say anything for some time after he had spoken to her. It might be one of the nicest things someone had said to her that wasn't Vanille or her family. She wasn't good at compliments, receiving them or giving them. It was somewhat awkward, the silence. To Fang silence was golden, she enjoyed being by herself and simply thinking. And yet this silence was far from comfortable. She wasn't sure what to say until he stumbled over an apology. A thought bubble? She suddenly laughed, but it wasn't mocking. No, it was amused yes, but it was more to break the silence that had descended upon them. “Something tells me you don't apologize that often. Its no harm done, I must be pretty special then hm?” Fang had never considered herself more special then anyone else, she couldn't imagine what it was about her that calmed him down.

She smiled at him then, her eyes warmer then he had probably ever seen them. He was easy to get along with, they were more similar then even she realized. The punches? “Alroight I get it, say one nice thing and you have to blame it on my violence?” She said that jokingly, green eyes watching him. Suddenly she just happened to glance up, maybe by some inner sense. What she saw made her eyes widen and then narrow. They only had a few seconds before PSICOM came charging in here, shooting up the place. She wet her lips before wanting to heave a little sigh. She cleared her throat and glanced up again at the PSICOM squad that was now standing and talking to the waiter. She shook her head, didn't he know that he would be purged like the rest? She then looked once more at the fence that lined the outside patio. "Angeal in a few seconds a military squad called PSICOM is gonna charge in here shooting everyone in sight just for the odd chance that they might kill me. So we're we've gotta go right now."

Words: 600
Muse: alright
Notes: Nonee

[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal looked over at the door hoping they wouldn't hit any children our innocents that were near, no collateral damage was a thing of precision, and he loved being precise. ''Good, I was hoping I could skip out on the check'', he said standing up pushing his chair back lifting his sword on his shoulder. He looked at Fang and took one final sip of his beverage before letting his long white wing sprout from his back, he moved to where she was sitting and lifted her up swiftly as if she was a young child. Angeal began flapping his wing allowing the wind it generated to knock over the tables and blow the waiters near them to tumble, he smirked as they took flight and cut through the air. Somehow however the PSICOM came out of the door and opened fire on the pair as they flew away.

Angeal suddenly felt something wet and warm leaking under his armor, and suddenly his wings got harder to control, his breathes got heavier, and his vision blurred. He looked and luckily whatever it was had missed Fang, but this did not stop his rapid descent. He crashed atop a building, and with what little conscious thought he had left he cradled Fang in his arm and turned his body towards the ground to absorb the shock of the crash. He easily knew this broke one of his ribs, along with the bullet wound, but from what he could tell lying there on the ground the bullet went clean through, and he also knew it hadn't hit anything, or so he thought. These were the last things he could tell before he went into unconsciousness.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

~HighWind Nightmare~
"You want to keep breathing? Shut up and come quiet."

If Fang wasn't thinking about the people that were happily, and obliviously, sitting around them, Fang might have laughed or smiled at his telling her he was wanting to skip out on the check. “Alroight then, lets move.” With that she suddenly jumped up, not heartless enough to want the death the people around her, especially the young children. In one graceful movement she was on her feet and had her lance in her hand. “I'm a Pulse L'cie, and I'm going to kill everyone!” She suddenly shouted, twirling her lance as she did so. Immediately the peaceful restaurant turned into a place of panic as people scrambled to get away from the wild looking woman threatening to kill them, even more scary to them then being killed was being in the close proximity to one from pulse. It was their worst nightmare, how ironic considering what their future would hold. (spoilers not gonna say lol)

Green eyes had only a moment to scan the fence, before she pivoted on her heel and was about to hightail it away from the mass crowd that was running around trying to get away from her. She had done that for two reasons, A: They wouldn't all get killed for no reason and B: The swirling, chaotic mass of people cramming out the entrance might keep PSICOM busy for awhile. That was when an arm went around her waist. “What the bloody hell?!” she yelped as he picked her up and suddenly they were flying away. She had managed to keep a hand on her lance as the ground became further and further away. She held her body still, even relaxed, although she wasn't sure that this would end well. Shooting sounded from below them. So PSICOM had gotten through that mass of people?

Then suddenly what she thought might happen turned into reality. Before they had been going further from the ground, now they were coming closer again, and at an alarming rate. Fang Squirmed as she tried to get a hand on the crystal of Bahamut to flip it up and summon the powerful beast, but the arm locked around her inhibited her movement. Before he had simply been holding onto her by her waist, now she could barely breathe or see anything. He really was a big man, and now that she was being cradled in his arms she couldn't see anything but man and armor. And that moment she braced herself for the impact, which jarred her teeth back as they did so, but no harm done for her, she had landed on top of Angeal.

She sat up and peeling his arm from around her body, got up and saw her lance lying on the cement a few feet away. Taking a deep breath, she retrieved it before settling it on her back and making her way back toward the man. Why did her life have to be like this? She shouldn't have said yes to dinner. She hardened the emotions that were swirling in her stomach and gritted her teeth. She had warned him! This was why she didn't get close to anyone. Kneeling beside him, she checked his wound. Seemed to be clear through his body, so she wouldn't have to dig it out. That was a good thing. So she sat back on her heels and thought about what to do next. PSICOM would have seen them crash, so she had to get them away. Eying Angeal she wasn't so sure she could haul him away just by herself. If he was even partly conscious it would help a great deal. She considered her options, 1, Leave him here and hope PSICOM didn't find him. 2, go bloody challenge PSICOM and draw them away until she could come back for him. 3, try to move him herself, 4, try to wake him up and then drag him away. The first two options didn't really work, either way Angeal would probably be found by PSICOM. She wasn't altogether sure she could move him herself, but could he support himself at all if she managed to wake him up? Still, the last option was the best as of right now. So Leaning over him, she laid her hands on his shoulders and shook him, not exactly gently. “Angeal! Hey, wake up, people like us don't get the luxury of sleeping while theres things to be done.”

Words: 866
Muse: good
Notes: Sorry for lots of writing, I just kept going >.>

[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal laid there for a moment and without opening his eyes, he touched the flesh where the bullet had entered and exited. It was still warm from the hot lead flying through him, and of course Fang shaking him did not help his current position of having a hold in him that he wasn't born with. His eyes flew open as her shaking sent a surge of sharp pain down his side and made him jump slightly which in turn caused even more pain. He looked at her, and once again her eyes seemed to calm him and quell his pain for a little bit, still though.... that shit hurt.

''What in your mind possesses you to shake a man who has just been shot?!'', he slightly yelled, though it was probably the pain making him talk this way. He sat up slowly and removed his armor to expose the bullet wound, he would live, he could surmise this himself. He looked at her up and down slowly, not a hair out of place it seemed. ''You okay, you weren't hit were you?'', he asked wincing a bit and laughing a bit at how stupid he was, he knew flying and having bullets flying at you was not a good move, but he had to get Fang out of there. He struggled to get to his feet and looked at the blood running down his side, he was in bad shape, but he had fought and won in worse conditions, and against stronger opponents.

Then he felt the broken rib seemingly poking at his skin, which was good, because it was not an inner lying injury and this meant it wouldn't hit any organs with it's splintered edges. But it still hurt like hell and he was forced to kneel from the amount of pain that claimed his body. He breathed heavily just happy that Fang was alive and well, nobody was going to die on his watch.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!

Fang was greatly relieved when the mako blue eyes that interested her so much finally opened up. Most people wouldn’t have shaken someone that was injured, but Fang herself wasn’t as acute to the pain of others as most were. She herself had gone through pain that was unbearable, and yet she had borne it. She expected nothing less from Angeal, even with the pain, and shaking him was probably better then slapping him, which had been her second option. He probably wouldn’t have enjoyed that since she had already hit him twice in only a few minutes. Had it only been that short a time since they had met again? Wow, a lot happened in a short time when she was concerned.

He yelled out at her and instead of feeling sorry she simply shrugged it off, if she was shot she’d probably be yelling as well. Instead of answering his question she countered with a ridiculous question of her own. “What in YOUR mind would posses you to try to die on me twice?!” With that she put her hands on his shoulders and went to push him down again. Sitting up right now probably wasn’t the best option, he should lie still and she could look at his wound. She wasn’t a medic like Vanille, but she still knew her way around an injury. “You should lie down and let me look at that wound. No arguments.” She added as if on a second thought.

He turned her attention on her and she waved it off. “Tch, I’m fine, I had a big armored man shielding me, now stop worrying about me and lie down for a second.” The hard determination in her eyes held no room for argument. He wasn’t going to win this argument, no matter how stubborn he imagined himself to be, she could match it and win, especially in areas where she was completely firm in her opinion, like now. In a bit they would have to move, and probably quickly, but right now she was going to take a closer look at that wound. She hadn't taken her hands of his shoulders, but she couldn't look more convincing even if she had her arms placed on her hips. She was going to get a look at that wound, if she had to knock him upside the head, lay him out cold and look at it that way. It was his choice in the matter, she had experience when it came to stubborn people, she should know, she was one of them.

Words: 548
Muse: alright
Notes: none

[Angeal Hewley]

''You know, I don't know WHAT possessed me to think since the first time we were together I almost died, what made me think I wouldn't this time'', he said wincing some more and being pushed back in a rather....sexy manner. Amazingly he was still coherent enough to notice when she did something appealing or sexy. How intricate the male psyche was, it could be fully aware of the peril the body was in, but it could focus on something completely off topic. He could not take his eyes off of her, something about a woman was sexy when she was mad at him or when she hit him. Of course she was appealing to him already because she was a warrior, but then she showed care for him, enough to actually hit him.

He looked and laid down bending to her will allowing her to examine him. She seemed to really want him to let her attend to him, she did not have to, after all they had just met. And once more, why did he stick his neck out for her? He had only done that for a few people. This whole experience made him realize how unlike himself he was acting.

''You are a real trouble maker you know that'', he said laying back and allowing her to see. ''I always end up being banged up when I'm with you'', he said chuckling. But honestly he wouldn't redo anything that happened this night. Of course, besides the bullets flying and breaking ribs, but this kind of action also brought the two of them closer. Battle had a way of doing this kind of stuff to people who would otherwise only be cordial.

(Oh my god I can't believe how short this is)

[Oerba Yun Fang]

~HighWind Nightmare~
"You want to keep breathing? Shut up and come quiet."

Fang almost took the time to smack her palm against her forehead, but her concern for having a dead man on her hands got the better of her. So she just shook her head and gave him a 'you'd better be lying down on the count of three' glare. Thankfully he did and she didn't have to knock him out to get a look at the wound. She was of course, a tad bit angry at him, not for getting shot, but for not heeding her warning to leave her alone. It would have been better if he hadn't been dragged into this. The next thing she would know he'd be telling her he was a l'cie. Little did she know...

She was satisfied when he lay down and leaned in to inspect it. The bullet had gone all the way through the body, so at least she wouldn't have to dig in there and retrieve a bullet. So she glanced around her, what did she have to clean the wound? Nothing...that was just great. She needed to clean that wound, packing it would help the healing process as well, but with the rib being broken she might have to bandage it up instead of just letting it remain open. She had a delema. Either way they couldn't stay here, so she had another decision to make as well. It all was making her head swim, but at the same time, she had control of the situation in moments. After examining the wound she sat back on her heels and thought about it. “You'll live, but don't you dare put me through this again!”

She was completely honest and forthright, basically what she had on her mind she said. Plus he seemed to be the same way, so she felt like she should discuss with him what they should do. Her exploding thoughts and the quick way she was thinking suddenly ground to a halt as he told her that he kept getting banged up with her. She felt that horrible temper of hers flare up, and she had to refrain from snapping at him. She HAD warned him after all. Finally with a few breathes she calmed herself down, “Stop complaining, I told you that you didn't want to be caught with me. But did you listen? Hell no, you never listen.” She grumbled out, her eyes sparking but she couldn't help but like the fact that he was as stubborn as hell.

“Alroight so I've gotta clean that up, but first, we've gotta get away from here.” She glanced at him again, if he could support himself at all, it would help. “If you're wound doesn't kill you by the time we get out of this I just might.” She said with another glare, although she didn't truly mean it. “Can you support yourself at all if I help?” She was suddenly glad she was tall for a woman, and strong, because she had a feeling she was going to be tired by the time they got to somewhere safe. They were in Bodhum, out of town there were places to simply get lost along the seaside. But getting there was the hard thing, and though PSICOM wasn't hard to deal with, the mass quantities of them were alarming, especially when Angeal was hurt. She didn't let that show in her face, but she did run a hand through her hair, almost in anger, it was a sign that she was thinking.

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Muse: a lot better
Notes: none

[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal took his scolding and just said nothing, after all she was right, his character was a downfall of his, a tragic fallacy if you will. He felt the need to protect EVERYTHING and she would be no different, he would sacrifice his own body unconsciously as we had just seen. He bite the bullet for her, and honestly he would do it again. He sat up after she delivered her diagnosis. ''Yeah, I knew I would live as soon as I got a good look at the wound, still this blood on my clothing could throw them off if I use it correctly'', he said rising to his feet and staggering a little bit. He pulled off the heavy armor that was on him, and laid his sword near a wall. Secondly he pulled off the black undershirt that he usually wears under his armor revealing his well muscled back and abdomen. He turned around to her revealing his l'cie brand unconsciously, he thought she would just think it was a tattoo after all he was in a military organization and tattoo's were not uncommon.

''Don't get too flustered by my form, haha'', he said, his years dodging bullets, jumping from planes and various exercises that would tone a man up. ''Hm, the first date and you already got my shit off, you're smooth Fang. Very smooth'', he said chuckling and looking down at the wound. Like she said it was fine, and because of his super human qualities the broken rib was moving back into place and preparing to mend itself already, though it would still take a few days to fix. The brand on his chest in plain sight Angeal began to wrap the wound in front of Fang. His torso was riddled with other scars which to anyone else would suggest that this was not the first of any weapon to come into contact with him. Actually he still had bullet fragments inside him that were inoperable.

''Did you just try to place blame on me?? How the hell is it my fault that being around you is hazardous to my health my fault??'', he asked wanting to know how she just surmised this to be on him. He stood there with a look of shock on his face, if anything he saved her, because in flight she was not too far from where she was when he was shot. In other words this wound could've been her's instead and who knows, it might have been lethal to her. ''In case you didn't notice I just got a broken rib, and a bullet because of you! I'm not supposed to have this hole in me'', he said a little angry now.