Autocrat
~Part 1~
the type of dreams only angels see
BY UMBRA
The laughter that rang throughout the chamber chilled the atmosphere, an unwanted vocalization against the sudden loss.
The holy sword Nanatsusaya let out an unholy cry before surrendering in a burst of light, making the blonde human in the room cringe, covering his eyes at the divine light. The
other stood reveling in its ephemeral ray, absorbing victory, unfolding his arms.
The youth ignored the sudden lack of weight in his hand, throwing the sword away from him as if it possessed heat unto that brilliance too.
Wind swirled at the heart of the sword, until it grew large enough to engulf the space between the two enemies.
"KIRA SEMPAI!!"
An image of Kira began to form in the mists, his eyes closed, as if he were fine, but his features still betrayed his desolation. His body seemed to not really be there, but the way the air swirled
about his face, it seemed as if tears were all too real. As the wind played with momentarily distorting his features, Kira opened his eyes to look up at a horrified Setsuna, comfort stirring
within the darkened recesses of his deep brown eyes; the last piece of a brother he could be now. Setsuna's sempai reached towards the boy's face, his mouth moving as if trying to say
something of assurance. Instead, the silent hurricane
swallowed his epitaph.
Before seconds could pass, Kira's spirit was being pushed away by an invisible hand, demanding his presence in another realm. /Away from here/ the silent voices whispered; this world had discarded him.
There was once more a bright burst of light, before there was none except what remained constricting Setsuna's pupils. Even the sun had seemed to shun away from the event;
the shadows laid by the clouds whispered its hiding place. There was a breaking sound, and the once proud and invincible Nanatsusaya lay in shards. A distant thought considered it
was if the echoing laughter had shattered it itself.
In his mind, even if he refused to believe, Kira was gone.
Setsuna's empty hands quickly made their way around his neck, grasping desperately for the piece of jewelry that he knew was no longer there: he had heard it crack and shatter
in between the resonations of Rosiel's laughter. Hurt burned in his cheeks, and even unarmed, he readily gave voice to his anger,
"Shut UP! Ki-"
He was shoved from the front before he knew what happened, his body was thrown backwards against the nearest wall. Shaking from the abrupt lack of air in his lungs, Setsuna
painfully struggled for oxygen and he soon began to feel lightheaded. Soon he realized the reason for both of his discomforts. The pressure on his chest continued but lightened itself as
the body pressed up against his allowed itself to breathe. He almost got a nosebleed as he realized who's body it was on top of his.
Raising his eyes to the porcelain
face that was breathing heavily on him, Setsuna narrowed his eyes in distaste
and repugnance.
"Get off, you bastard!" his voice broken at the edges, Setsuna put his demand into action by roughly twisting loose his wrist and shoving the angel back. However, he had
underestimated Rosiel's innate strength, pushing against him was like the wall beneath his back. His eyes widened as he realized his predicament, fearing what Rosiel might do to him. He
had witnessed what pain Rosiel inflicted on Katan when there
was an error of plan at hand. Katan and Kirie were Rosiel's followers: they
were at least spared in the end.
Suddenly, like a trapped animal, Setsuna's voice reached a higher octave, "Let me go!"
The crystal blue eyes seemed to have amusement dance in them before a gradual smirk pulled at the effeminate face. "Why, oneechan?" Rosiel's voice drawled, clouding the
youth's mind even further, "I rather like us like this."
Rosiel bent his head to allow his lips to rest against Setsuna's throat, his breath there teasing, making Setsuna gasp.
"Ahh… oneechan, it's been too long." Rosiel began to wrap his arms around his counterpart, running them up his back, trying to make an effort to relax the muscles there.
"I've missed you, Alexiel." Setsuna let out a moan as Rosiel began to nibble on his ear, an act he only cursed himself for in the long run; it merely encouraged the acts of his
other persona's brother. He continued to push against the inorganic angel but resistance somewhere ended where pleasure began; at the moment it was all blended together in a spiraling
abyss.
"Kyodai" Alexiel's voice was a whisper and she/he reached forward to entwine his/her hands in Rosiel's softly shimmering hair. Inside, Setsuna was softly screaming for himself
to stop, he didn't want this. /Sarah!/
Mudou's features began to soften, eyelashes thickening, lips shaping fuller; his face further resembling the great angel's Alexiel's. Rosiel smirked slightly before murmuring against Alexiel's parted mouth, "You always belonged to me. Come back to heaven with me…I'll give you all of it." Alexiel moaned as Rosiel sucked on her bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth and exploring the rest of his sister's hot recess. Rosiel intentionally dragged the kiss out, making her remember every caress he gave, every contour of his mouth; he wanted her to belong to him in memory, so that she would come back to him of free will.
Alexiel pulled away abruptly after several seconds, shaking her head. "Ugn!" the slight frame arched away from the long fingers, spell broken as Setsuna regained control of his body, desperately trying to ward off both his thoughts of europhia and the slender fingers spread across his back.
Mudou's feature's restored, Setsuna let out a growl of disgust with his own responses; internally he was screaming to his self to do something, anything to get out of Rosiel's reach. The only thing that kept him from struggling was the fact that it was useless. He had seen the strength of angels; which was quite impressive, almost as strong as their demonic mirrors, and now he was witnessing that strength.
Setsuna instead did the second thing that came to his mind: he spat in Rosiel's amused face.
"Ahh!" Rosiel immediately allowed his hands to fly to his face, quickly wiping his porcelain face of the liquid before he felt it could defile his features.
Heightening Setsuna's aversion, Rosiel soon found humour in the matter, he smiled, on the verge of laughter and pulled Setsuna closer so he could whisper in his ear, "I know you thought it felt good. How do you make an excuse for your arousal against my leg?"
Chuckling aloud, mocking, Rosiel reached up to catch the falling pearls of water when he felt them falling against his face.
"Don't cry, oneechan."
"I'm not your oneechan," was the only whispered reply.
The slight man moved back a bit to
look at the trembling boy, shocked at the bluntly contradicting statement.
Silently kept to himself, it was another reason why he loved his sister; her
rebelling nature. She was the only one that had ever told him that he was
wrong. She was also the only person that he would never hurt because of that.
He would never hurt her, no matter how many time she had hurt him. He hurt when
he was without her love; he needed her.
"Of course you are." The voice had turned husky, bordering compassion melding into his words. Rosiel leaned against Setsuna's frame to lick a stray tear from the boy's face before returning his watchful gaze into Setsuna's golden eyes; searching calmly, arrogantly, "And you are mine. You do not belong to this world of filth. She's worthless compared to us," the tone was set almost as if challenging the boy to further object. The she was obvious /that bitch… who is she? Ah… Sarah, the one incarnated as Jibrille/
Broken by helplessness, a fragile voice ignored what the man above him had just said, and instead whispered, "What has happened to Kira- semapi?" /Where is he? How could he leave me? He can't be gone. Will I wake in the morning to find that I have so often taken his friendship for advantage?/
Narrowing his eyes in distaste at being placed second, perfect hands roughly grabbed Setsuna's tear-slicked chin and nearly screamed at him, "How could you be thinking of _him _ right now! I offer myself to you, and you spit it back in my face! Is he better than I am, oneechan?" It was Rosiel's turn to shed tears, "He may have had you, but I _loved_ you first! Why do you refuse to accept those memories?!"
Rosiel threw Setsuna's face from his hand. Shocked from the force put into it, the boy lost his balance, sending him sprawled on the floor. In his weakened state, he barely caught himself from having dirt in his face.
When he next spoke, Rosiel's voice was as distant as his eyes, even though they were focused right on Setsuna. "How?"
"Rosiel…" Setsuna plead gently with Alexiel's brother, trying desperately not to anger him any further; he wanted to live through this. Setsuna had pulled himself into a sitting position by now, not knowing really what to say.
For no apparent reason, Rosiel began to smile, the amusement on his face matching Setsuna's bewilderment. Letting out a chuckle, he spread his wings, an impressive sight, if only for its beauty, even if Setsuna had his own.
"Fine. You may follow the path to my castle for your desire of him, but the tears you shed will still be falling against my skin, oneechan. " Rosiel flicked his hand behind him, and a portal expanded. He was still laughing as he stepped into it.
And with little more than a flutter and a ghost of a white shadow, the angel's portal closed, and Setsuna was left with a sunless sky and a whisper of a wind.
The game had begun.
~Tsuzuku~
Notes of the Author:
[1] WahH!! I do believe I've completed a section that has spanned 5 pages! So happy! *beams * ~_^
[2] I also do believe that this is the first Angel Sanctuary shounen ai/ soon to be yaoi fanfiction that has ever been on the net. It's always has perplexed me; Angel Sanctuary has so many characters to play with, it's defiantly angst ridden, and even though the story spans for a verrry long time, it has so many storylines and sub-plots, I'm surprised that neither I or even any of my friends could find any on the net. I even had members of Aestheticism's ML tell me that they have not seen or heard of any. And, to my knowledge, there have only been 3 doujinshi produced off of this series; I've seen 2. If somebody can please explain this enigma to me, or tell me if I have received misinformation & offer other information, do tell. I would most appreciate it.
[3] Rosiel's crazy. That should answer enough questions. I also believe he lives in the gardens, formerly with God, but there's a castle in those gardens as well because I want there to be. Power of the pen. ^^
[4] I know that this isn't great literature. In fact, it probably sucks. ^_^ But, its my only my first piece of fanfiction and secondly it's the first time that I've ever incorporated shounen ai in it… So please feel free to offer any tips or suggestions to me.
[5] The notes go on… I haven't completed the Angel Sanctuary
series, or seen the movie; in fact, I haven't even reached the part that I'm
writing about; I was inspired, and well, as most writers do, I wrote. Afflatus
is a wonderful thing.
[6] As always, PLEASE give feedback. Suggestions are always
welcome as well. As some of you may recognize my other work, When The Voiceless
Speak, I would have never have continued without support of my readers. Again
thank you all who responded for the inspiration & encouragement.
[7] Please don't be mad at me if I don't always have regular updates or if you don't hear from me in a while about an update; I'm always working on them, but I am a student and therefore I have many other responsibilities.
PS I have added an update to When the Voiceless Speak; it is under the first chapter on Fanfiction.net; just pull down to chapter 2. It is literally a prologue, but I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless.
Arigatou gozaimasu minna-san for reading!
Naoki
Disclaimer: Yes, I put this at the end, so as not to ruin the mood for others. These characters belong to Kaori Yuki, their creator; I am just temporarily borrowing them to do cruel things to their minds. Don't blame me if I get something wrong. Feel free to e-mail me at the address above to correct me. For those as frivolous as to threaten with a lawsuit, don't bother; it would be a waste of your time. I have money and a great lawyer who will happily turn the case around to charge you with harassment, thereby leaving you the one broke. Other than that, please have a nice day. (mutters something about such base individuals)
I know I'm immature at times, but I have every right to be. All of us happy-go-lucky people that end up writing angst have that right. It's in our unwritten constitution. ^_^
