{These characters are not property of me. I would never attempt to claim them as my own. This story may not be used without my permission, and may not be used to make money in any way, shape or form. Characters and certain situations were created by Rumiko Takahashi, so don't try any funny stuff!}
"What about your charge?"
"What about him? I got better things to do." I settled down in my seat and took a nice swig of heavenly ale. That really hit the spot. Heaven is definitely all it's cracked up to be.
I saw that snooty... angel give me a disgusted look, then she tromped off like I had just refused her dog entrance through the pearly gates. Sheesh. She's sooo perfect. Her charge is an angel and it's all because of the doings of her guardian angel. Bah.
I'm not sure being a guardian angel is really worth the hassle though. How I got roped into doing it, I'll never know. I mean, what do I do? I sit there all day and watch my charge live his life. Big deal. I could think of about 1000 things more interesting to do.
Yeah, so maybe I sound like I shouldn't be a guardian angel, let alone in heaven. Well, that's cool. Maybe I shouldn't be, but I didn't ask for any of this either. If I was stuck down roasting away, shoveling coal into pits of fire, then OK, but as long as I don't get blamed for being myself.
OK, OK... Sometimes I DO feel a little guilty for letting my charge down. But... Damn it! I never asked for him! I never asked to be a guardian angel period. It's times like these when I wish this ale could actually get me drunk.
Oh no. Here she comes again. "Will ya quit buggin' me! I don't need your nagging!"
"But look what your charge is doing! He needs some help."
"Then you go help him. After all, yours is so damn perfect, I'm sure you can spread the kindness around." I couldn't help but sneer at her.
"Well, hmph." She left again. For a long time, I hope.
Maybe, just maybe, I should see what's going on down there. It has been a couple days. Who knows what he's done to himself. Ya know, I think this was all some giant joke on me. They knew I didn't want any of this, so they gave me him to look after. I hope they weren't thinking it would help my irresponsibility, cuz it didn't.
Thankfully, I'm not limited to just looking at my charge, or I think of would've died... of boredom... Well, you get the idea. I like that one girl. She's got spunk, though I'm sure glad I don't have to watch over her. She's got real problems... All those kidnappings... Sheesh.
And her sister... They musta put the man on her cuz almost everything goes her way... I wonder if I could swing a deal. I've seen others work deals; that would sure take some weight of my shoulders. But I digress. I don't want anyone to think I'm that incredibly lazy, even if I am.
Aha. There he is. "What the...!"
"What is it, Mr. Lazy Bones?"
Doesn't little Miss Perfect ever take a vacation? "Nothin'."
And then she's got the nerve to start looking over my shoulder. And that annoying little tsking noise she makes... "It's starting to look like you should make that deal as soon as possible," she says all smug-like. She was barely hiding that snobby smile of hers. The one I could just hit.
"I can handle it fine. He's getting along just... peachy."
"Really? Then what is he doing?"
"Well, duh. Can't you tell he's training?"
"That's training?"
"Of course."
She obviously wasn't buying it. Like I care what she thinks. "If that's what you say."
I could just hear her, trying not to laugh. "That is what I say, so if ya don't mind, I'd like to be by myself to work with my charge." I tried to sound as haughty as possible; maybe it'd sound like I was doing a bad imitation of her.
"If that's what you say. I'll leave you to your charge." And when she walked off, I DID hear her start to laugh.
Little snot... But I really have to wonder... I mean, I know he's training. I know that's what it's supposed to be, but... What do you do with that many watermelons?