Disclaimer: I don't own DN Angel
Sweet little words made for silence
Not talk
Young heart for love
Not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the sight of a cold world
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he`s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand`s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they`re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
First day of love never comes back
A passionate hour`s never a wasted one
The violin, the poet`s hand,
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he`s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand`s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they`re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
-nightwish
CRACK
"You little bitch!" Golden locks gleam, stained dark with crimson as he crawled desperately forward.
"Get back here and face your punishment!"
"N…no pleas no, master" The angel pleaded as he stumbled away from the drunkard.
"I'll kill you." A haggard man with a shock of blue hair stumbled forward beer bottle in hand.
"Leave me, please, Father!!" The child whimpered fearfully pressing back into the ally, desperate to make himself smaller, a smaller target.
"Disgrace should have ended your piteous life the moment your mother had you. Conniving whore knew this was going to happen, knew you were going to fail our clan.." The Hikari spat in blond hair, watching blearily as the angel covered his head with his hands.
"Master-"Amber orbs shone with unshed tears.
"Beg all you want, you're still a failure. The devil will take the soul you have stolen." The thirty year old leaned forward alcohols on his breathe.
"Madoc, leave him alone!" A young brunette with shining hazel eyes pushed the intoxicated monstrosity off the shaking boy.
SPLAT!
Blood wet the child's face, along with stray bits of glass. His eyes widened and he gave choked sobs as he stared in horror at his blinded and bleeding protector.
"Jilly? Jilly, why? I...oh god!" He panicked, reaching forward.
"You did this to her, this is your fault, you turned my own flesh and blood against me. Demon!" The drunk slurred waving what was left of the beer bottle he had hit the girl with.
"She will tell them, you will be punished for this!" Krad seethed, furious tears tracking down his face. The girl gurgled, blood leaking from beneath her clenched eye lids.
"Not if you kill her." The man smiled deviously brandishing his make-shift weapon in the girl's direction.
"I would never-" Chills raced up the blonde's spine as he realized the unsaid plan.
But it was too late.
All at once the sobbing stopped as the woman's throat was slit.
The man grunted as the boy jumped on his back, snarling and howling in rage at the site of the corpse.
Krad's hand reached the beer bottle fumbling with it as it sliced at his fingertips. Finally he jerked it upward with a cry of "I hate you!" as it ripped through the man's throat, then his spinal cord, cutting jaggedly, decapitating the murder.
"There they are!" A blue haired descent of the man rushed into the alley.
Disgusted cerulean orbs took in the scene. Then finally he raised a finger and voiced his accusation.
"Disgusting child, you shall be executed for your crimes at sunrise." His lip curled into a scowl as the child pleaded his case.
"MASTER HIKARI, I HAVE KILLED HIM WITH REASON!!" Krad tried to approach the boy. His chest heaved and tears welled faster in his eyes.
"There is no passable excuse for murder, your punishment is set." The blue haired boy approached snatching the child by the hair.
"Master…" The angel's wings furled tighter around him as protection. His thoughts raced as he was reminded of what the executed Hikari works were sacrificed to.
Blood pounded in his head, his throat became tight. His heart thrummed rapidly in his chest as he struggled to breathe. 'I don't want to die.'
'Oh god, I don't wanna die.' The tears came faster. He struggled weakly against his capturer's hold.
"Don't wanna die!!" He wailed, flailing his blood stained hands about. The blue haired teenager yanked at his hair, pulling some roots out as blood dripped down the blonde's forehead.
Krad's screams heightened and his struggles became more frenzied.
"Let go!" He shrieked clawing and biting anything in reach. He mauled at the firm hand which was leading him toward his death.
"Stop fighting you monstrosity!" The Hikari slapped soundly him across the face. The sound echoed off the walls of the empty streets.
Abruptly something snapped inside the blonde. Ill intent flooded his system. If this fool would only cause his death, then why let him if he could stop it.
Could he?
Amber orbs lit up with a feral fire. He would sure as hell try!
The blue haired boy seemingly satisfied with the blonde's silence began on his way again.
This gave the angel a chance, a chance that would prove fatal to his capture.
Twisting around the blond pressed against the other's spinal column, digging his fingers into pale skin, he maneuvered them deeper into the boys back until he reached his destination, the boy's heart.
He cradled the boy's heart in his hand, reveling in the teen's agonized screams, while at the same time his gut wrenched, knowing how wrong this deed was. He squeezed.
The Hikari screamed batting weakly at the angel's wings, which kept him close.
His murderer sighed, and then clenched his dainty fist. The boy didn't stand a chance.
Shaking his hand out of the other teen, the blonde moved away, wiping his hand on a near by wall. He stared at his blood stained feathers in distaste.
"That's going to be a bitch to get out." He mused.
"Three down seventy more to go." Krad purred his newly insane mindset lusted for blood.
~~~ II Days later ~~
"Haven't seen this much death in three centuries." A robed figure remarked to his companion, a black crow griffin.
"Wow, that's creative." He pointed his scythe toward the mangled corpse that hung from a festive banner.
"This way With, I think I see a familiar face." Picking his way over the bodies that had been strewn along the roads he approached a young boy who appeared to be scavenging, for what exactly we'll never know.
"What happened here kid?" The sandy haired boy looked up at the hooded figure detachedly.
"Krad-sama finally snapped." The grim reaper blinked. He had a list of every name of every single person in existence, but he did not have a Krad alive at the moment.
"Kasimir RenéAlexis Darcy, is the first artwork ever to have a humanoid mindset and intelligence, ironically he has the looks of an angel." The child answered his unsaid confusion.
"I suppose that clears a few things u, but how come I wasn't notified?" Dark frowned; he would have loved to infuriate the Hikari by stealing their greatest creation away.
"He didn't have a fully awake soul when he was first born; I think it sparked awake a few days ago."
"How?" Dark was beginning to get interested.
"The head of the clan killed Krad's creator, who was the man's daughter…Krad became enraged and decapitated him, the Hikari's son comes in and draws his own conclusions. This leads to him trying to execute Krad whose survival instincts kicked in and he struggled, then he snaps, kills the kid and goes on blood lust frenzy." So that's why most of the souls are stuck here…Dark glanced around at the groaning and whining ghosts.
"How do you know all this any way?" Dark stared down at the boy suspiciously.
The child slowly raised his head to look him in the eyes. "I have my ways." His voice had a creepy undertone.
"Right…." Dark inched away; even the grim reaper could get freaked out at times.
So now for the most important question which will show him his options on how to deal with this rampant angel of death.
"What does he look like?"
"Tch, He's exotic." Argentine scoffed.
"Like..?" Dark pried.
"What more do you want?" Argentine questioned incredulously.
"Is he a virgin? What color hair does he have? What's his favorite pass time? Habits? Quirks? And other details."
"How am I supposed to know that?!"
Dark gave him a look.
"Fine, yes he's a virgin, he's blonde, he's got eye catching feline eyes and lashes. Fair skin. He has a habit of nesting, "Dark stared at him questioningly. "You know like, he twists himself into a cocoon of blankets when he sleeps, and he has OCD. Quirks are that he has a notorious curiosity and fierce temper. Which leads us to his favorite pass times reading, drawing, and singing."
"So he's an uke." Dark nodded to himself ignoring Argentine's blush.
"Please tell me you're not thinking what I think your thinking."
"If I am thinking what you think I think I'm thinking then who are you to stop me?"
"I might not be able to, but he sure as hell will." Argentine informed him as he regained his composure.
"No one can resist me for long; I am the god of death after all." Dark grinned evilly.
--Author Note--
As promised this is my latest story, while your lips are still red. In favor of Halloween, though I probably won't finish it till after. I also put out a French version, mwhahahahaha!
Review please!