Sorry it took so long for me to update, I've been undergoing medical treatment for my Fullmetal Alchemist addiction...Well, OK, maybe not that, but I did end up having an operation and stuff, so please take pity…
Song used: "Devil Inside" Utada Hikaru (I got the Exodus album at last, yay!)
Don't forget, I don't own DNAngel, HOWEVER from this chapter onwards there is the introduction of my Original Characters, which are mine, I think…
Oh and one last thing, until and if they ever get their memories back (undecided at present) Dark will be referred to in the narrative as Black Wings and Krad as White Wings. Original, ne? You'd better watch out for their little, 'moment', later on in the chapter too, nya ha ha…Bit of mild swearing in this one too.
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Wilting Roses Chapter 10 "Devil Inside"
Everybody wants me to be their angel…
"Hey, will you wait up already?" he called after the white wings, who was hurrying up the stairs stretched ahead of them like a man possessed. "What's the rush?"
Everybody wants something they can cradle, oh…
There was only silence from the blonde in front, who pressed on, silent and determined.
They don't know I burn,
They don't know I burn…
'What's the matter with him? This place is obviously empty. Foreboding and creepy, yeah, but still empty…' Black wings glanced about the walls of the dark tower nervously. 'I don't see what's so important about getting to the top anyway…'
They don't know I burn…
White wings pressed on, growing ever more impatient with the seemingly endless climb to the top of the black tower.
They don't know I burn…
A thousand more stairs loomed ahead, dark and inviting. This passage marked a moment in time that didn't belong to the outside world, a path leading to a past that should be left buried under the sands of time. But to the self-centred blonde, this eternity passage was nothing more than a route to regain his memories.
Maybe there's a devil (or something like it) inside…
He could hear the shouts of the black winged man hurrying to keep up with him clearly, but up till now he had chosen to ignore him.
The blonde had been experiencing strange variations in his usually stoic emotions whenever he was around the black wings, increasing his unspoken belief that the two knew each other from before their amnesic spells, but without his memories, white wings could not know if the familiar stranger was worthy of his trust.
Maybe there's a devil (or something like it) inside of me…
It was like a subconscious need, a long-suppressed desire inside of him. 'Could it be that…?' But no, there was more to these feelings, hidden deep within.
Jealous angel deep inside me…
The blonde had tried to fathom out the meaning of this emotion, but without his memories to guide him, the answer remained a mystery. 'Is this hate? Anger? Sadness?' He didn't think so, but nothing was for certain anymore.
Time to make it burn…
And now he sought the voice that beckoned his soul to the top of the black tower.
This is how I burn…
And as if attached to him with an eternity thread, black wings followed close behind.
Without knowing why, he never wanted the white wings out of his sight again.
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Crossover Interlude…
Back in the world outside of the rose gardens, the sun is setting behind the lonely house that only ever saw one lonely owner at a time.
In a forgotten hallway, a body lies alone, its skin is pale and lifeless, derived of its life spark, its soul…A human body cannot last long in this state…
Tonight, this sunset marks the forth day of the soul's disappearance from this world…How long must a smile be frozen…?
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Black wings stopped and leaned against the wall, panting for breath. "Dammit, I hate spiral stairs…and why do we have to run?"
"I've told you already, if you don't stop complaining, I'll leave you here."
"Heh, not a chance. Where ever you go, I'll follow."
"Just like you promised…" White wings muttered absently.
"What?" Black wings stared at him. "How did you…? Do you…remember something…?"
White wings closed his eyes, trying to see past the grey clouds that were limiting his memories. The recollection was the same as he had had before, a city view from a high-up place…embracing arms…and then…nothing.
He shook his head. "No…it's all, just a blur."
"Come on, you must remember something!"
A spark of anger flickered into White wings topaz eyes. "No! I don't remember and you damn well know it!" he grabbed Black wings by his shirt, forcing his back against the wall and staring him straight in the eye, their faces barely apart. "Stop preaching to me! Stop pressurising me for my memories when you can't remember anything yourself!"
Black wings couldn't reply, he was too caught up in the gaze of the blonde's deep eyes. Acting on impulse, he started forward, not realising what he was doing until his lips were firmly pressed against the others.
He felt White wings respond, deepening the kiss and all the while pushing his body against his, hands beginning to wander across his back, brushing against the silky black feathers of his wings.
"What're we doing…?" Muttered White wings, trailing kisses down the exposed flesh of the other's neck.
"I don't know," breathed Black wings between soft moans. "But it fells so…right…mm…!" he felt his knees go weak, and allowed himself to sink to the floor, pulling White wings down on top of him, wrapping his hands up in the soft lengths of his long blonde hair, tugging it loose from its' ponytail.
The large ornate cross White wings wore in his hair was detached and it fell to the stone floor with a loud clatter, causing them both to start.
Black wings lay pinned under the other angel's body. They were so close that he could take in every detail of his face with his eyes. But something tugging at the back of his memory made him look deeper, and he felt a name unconsciously forming on his lips.
"Kra…?"
"Enough!" A woman's voice cut through the air like thunder.
A blot of pressure struck Black wings behind his eyes, building up like a forest fire, more and more, until he passed out with a scream of agony…
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"What the hell did you do to him! Show yourself, bitch, I know you're there!"
A soft, cold laugh echoed out of the shadows.
"Be calm, my love," came the woman's voice, although she did not appear. "He's just…'sleeping'. For now. So, Romeo, are you going to stand while we converse, or will we have to talk whilst you're sat astride sleeping beauty down there?"
White wings was silently grateful for the darkness in the passage as he felt his cheeks burning at the sound of her mocking laughter. He stood up, scanning the dim corridor for the source of the voice.
"So why don't you come out and introduce yourself already?" he remarked coolly.
"Oh, but this is so much more fun," there was a cold smile behind her words. "Besides, what kind of an introduction would you give when you don't even remember your own name?"
White wings stood shocked for a moment. 'How doe she…?'
Her voice continued. "And as for why I'm staying hidden, well, I don't think it's time for you to see me just yet. I don't want you recognising me too early, Krad of the Hikari."
"Wh-what did you just say!" '…Krad…Is that my…?'
Her disembodied voice laughed again, sending icy chills down his spine.
"My, my, Krad, why so slow? You're so different from these memories I have of you…I wonder what has changed you so? Well, I'm sure if we remove that little obstacle, your old spirit will come flooding back--just like your memories should be doing right now. Am I correct? I'll leave you alone now, I'm sure you have a lot of remembering to do." Her voice faded away, replaced by deafening silence.
The blonde sunk down on his knees, his head hurting from the sudden onslaught of returning memories that threatened to drown him.
"Krad…" he repeated slowly, trying to take thing one at a time, so as not to get lost in his returning thoughts. "My name…it is Krad! And you…" he looked to the man with the midnight black wings who was lying out cold on the floor. "You're...Dark!"
Finally, everything clicked into place. He knew who he was. He knew who Dark was. Everything was going to be alright, now they were properly back together.
Krad ran over to where Dark lay, half-gathering his still form up in his arms.
"Dark? Dark, wake up, I can remember now, Dark! I remember you! Dark? …Dark?" 'Why isn't he waking up…?'
Krad pressed a hand against Dark's pale face. He was as cold as falling snow.
Krad gasped. "No…come on, Dark, wake up! Please…no…"
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And I think I'll leave it there. Nothing like a Cliff-hanger to bring in the Flames…
OO Whoa I just realised that's the first kinda yaoi-containing thing I've put up. Um, please be nice! Ahaha! -'
Thank you to all the reviewers of previous chapters! You guys are great, if you could review again, it would make me very very happy! Thank you! Please review, everyone! I'm sorry for the shortness of it all! (Blame the Ed Elric Obsession…Oooh, FMA….)
Lia