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Chivalry For The Princess
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Once upon a time there was a self-centered princess, she was clothed in secrets until she was endowed with love, fearful of this new feeling she fled stealing a kiss from an angel, with her sad smile still placed on tainted lips the princess awaits the day in which she can obtain courage.
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The sinful young man strode amongst the caressing rain, dressed in only loose blue jeans, a dark blue hoodie, and trendy black Puma sneakers on, he looked austere, simple and clean. He walked to the beat of his music, his headphones clearly hidden under his hood, giving him a rambunctious notion. He's that of an average boy one would think, but of course we all know better than to immediately judge when we've only had a first impression. Those wounds he had gain from that fateful journey had recently began to close, yet the material world had long forgotten and moved on therefore he had to as well. Many things no longer mattered to this boy, a few of those things would be sin, he never regretted a single action he had committed after he discovered God's secrets, continually living life to its fullest potential. His cell phone rang, he furrowed a brow aggravated at that obnoxious ringing.
"What?!!" lashed the young man, as he took off his headphones, his hair beginning to dampen as his hood fell.
"Setsuna, what's wrong?" came the gentle voice of his dearly beloved sister who was clearly concerned.
"…Nothing it's just been a long day, sorry," he apologized signs of guilt in his tone.
"I'm so excited!!" she squealed, "I'm coming back in a week!! We can finally be together Setsuna… its been like an eternity without you," she added completely overjoyed.
"You can finally escape The Inevitable," he said a smile creeping on his lips as he continued to walk in the dismal rain. At first he referred to his 'mom' as just an Old Hag but after they had returned from their adventure he had spent a short amount of time with Sara figuring that this escape from the rest of the world would last forever, until his mother eventually found them, sending Setsuna to some type of psychiatric center (which was completely pointless he was perfectly sane) and fleeing with Sara to England against Sara's will, and thus she was now dubbed 'The Inevitable'.
He heard footsteps in the background, "Is that--" he was cut short.
"-Oh-its mother I gotta-go, love-you!!" she said frantically leaving him to listen to that phone silence.
"I love you too," he muttered as he placed his cell phone in his front hoodie pocket. The relationship he had with Sara for the past two years was on the phone, he only saw her once in their time of separation and that was when he had finally made/stole/borrowed enough money to purchase a plane ticket to visit her and he still he to hide from The Inevitable during his limited visit. His love for her did not lessen though, it might have lost a bit of its flare but he knew once he had laid eyes on that forbidden love of his, wrapped her into his longing embrace, and take her to that boundless place, the flare would return to how it once was, that ever burning intensity.
He trekked into his rundown apartment home, walked up the rickety stairs, being wary of not waking up the prostitute who lived in #9 she always bitched to Setsuna about how he's too noisy and has made constant threats about getting some of her customers to beat his ass, tch, yeah, right. A contented smirk crossed his lips as he came to #13, his hand fumbled in his jean pockets as he took out his key, to his dismay he found the door unlocked. He raised a brow, walking in cautiously, everything was as he had left it but then again he couldn't really tell his apartment was always trashed. His breathing was soft, undetectable as he peeked into every room, he took out his pocket knife as he came to the last room, looking in he saw a sleeping figure upon his bed, the gray clouds reflected a dim light upon this girl? She was tangled in between the sheets, a few silky strands of silver hair visible.
Being careful of not awakening her he crept inside, avoiding any high-pitched floorboards, he finally made it to the side of the bed. With a steady hand, he timidly lifted the sheet, his eyes lit with a glint of familiarity as he realized who the sleeping form was. She inhaled, furrowing her brows subconsciously as she turned to the opposite direction of Setsuna. He was a bit chained in awe right now, that little runt had changed. Not like he was attracted to her or anything but it was strange seeing that little sister figure in a feminine body. Thoughts overlapped into one another why was she here? He didn't want to go back to Heaven or Hell life was starting to piece back together for him, she wouldn't go to Earth unless she had a reason, right? In the mess of his contemplation he shook her awake, he wouldn't lie in anxiety and await for her to open her eyes.
A single piercing eye opened, "-Don't touch me," she greeted, her voice as feisty as it once was, yet different, maturity was also audible.
"-Why are you here?!" growled Setsuna, in an unwelcoming tone.
She sat up arranging her hair, "I came to see the Material World, I have no place to stay but here," she replied tiredly as she turned to stand up.
The young man was silent as he watched her rise from the bed her outfit of a normal tom boy's that same persona obviously still within her for she wore baggy black pants accompanied with a number of various leather brown belts, and tight-fitting gray long-sleeved shirt adorned with mesh and fishnet. Her hair had grown quite long reaching to her knees and flowing freely even when she committed the slightest of movements, her shortest bang reaching to her chin with several different layers all longer than the one before it. Kurai's skin maintained that tanned look allowing the brightness of her azure painted eyes to stand out more than the rest of her features, but her body had grown womanly curves making it capable for others to distinguish her from male to female--now that was amazing. It wasn't attraction that kept his eyes on her but her changes, she was so much like an evolution. Kurai was on the verge of becoming a full-fledged woman.
She yawned stretching as if captivated by sheer boredom, "So angel-boy how long has it been?" she said in attempt to spark a conversation.
"Five years," he stated blandly, "-and three months." his addition to his sentence didn't seem to vivify things.
"-How's your lover?" she asked as she opened his closet a stack of random objects falling to her feet like some type of miniature avalanche.
"…In England she'll be here in a week," his voice a bit irritated.
"What happened, you guys didn't get your fairy-tale ending?" she was mocking him only pure sarcasm, with a hint of spite.
He immediately shot her a gun-shot glare, the kind of shot you see in those action movies where the protagonist hero shoots his arch nemesis straight in the heart with a furious facial expression, "-Shut-up!" he whipped trenchantly.
"-I was just kidding!" her voice raised, "Damn Setsuna you really can't take a joke," she muttered under her breath.
"Kurai, what the fuck do you want?" he said getting straight to the point, he hated this sugar-coated conversation, it was just wasting his time.
"I told you already!!" she was half-lying, therefore her lie was a little white lie so in a way she was being honest. But…-if she didn't say a word or even try to say them how else would they reach him? She just couldn't keep holding onto her emotions she grasped them too long her clutch was weakening, when every opportunity passes by her tight embrace lessens. This asunder must occur. Absolutely must.
"I just--I wanted--let me stay a while, I won't be in the way Setsuna I'm grown-up now, I'm responsible, there's something I have to do on Earth and I need a place to stay, alright?" her voice was trembling, at the same a little harsh she was honest this time every word said in the name of sincerity.
Setsuna's eyes softened slightly, "Y'know its just like you to be like such a little girl," he joked as he left he room leaving her to sit in the presence of herself.
She chided immediately to herself, and decided to follow him her cacophony of thoughts was just too much of a burden. A sign of weakness, didn't she strive to keep strong? She found Setsuna watching TV casually snacking on chocolate Pockey and Coke Cola, he didn't change that much at least not to her. Same mess of dirty blonde hair, same brown eyes that blended perfectly with his complexion, and his obsession for Sara, so there were some minor changes he was now twenty-one his shoulders had broadened, and his muscles had expanded.
She plopped right next to him her long hair sprawling around her like a shining aura as she sat, she took some of his snack receiving a slight glare of protectiveness and she smiled, she missed him, but somehow her thoughts circled round leading her to wonder about that last kiss, did he remember?--Did he even care? Dreams flooded into her head, fantasies of him. How could he just look right through her seeing everything else but her feelings? She'd find a way to expose them to him till then she'd stall around, bravery doesn't come too easily.
"So what did you need to get done?" asked Setsuna as he changed the channel to some type of random game show, apparently they were comparing the measures of women's breasts to fruits.
She looked to the television then to Setsuna, "-Humans truly are twisted," she had said some like that before but she felt that need to repeat herself, "--I don't want you to get involved just let me handle it myself," her voice echoed strongly. She then considered slapping herself, the entire reason she was here was because of him.
"-Kurai you're not getting yourself into some deep shit, right?" he asked in a brotherly type of protectiveness, he mused to himself, he sounded like Kira.
"No I'm not like you," she replied with a snicker.
"-Listen trouble came to me," he countered.
"-Yeah okaaay," she said emphasizing the 'okaaay'.
Time passed rather rapidly. The angel and the evil sharing memories of what had happened, smiles coming to their faces as they realized how some things were quite foolish and then frowns as they thought of how other things were more serious than they had come to think of. When they had talked of Arakune Kurai felt a surge of grief, yet what made herself truly proud was that she didn't cry about it anymore, she made a promise to her brother. So many sacrifices made and both Setsuna and Kurai found it ironic that as the world revolves no one knows of these events. After their stroll upon Reminiscent Drive, inquiries came into the conversation, especially the whereabouts of Lucifer and Alexiel. Setsuna was in the middle of his opinions when he felt Kurai's foot kicked him roughly in the stomach she had stretched herself upon the cushions of the couch her arm hanging from the side and her hair swirling around her, sleep had taken Kurai and had eaten her alive. A grin trekking upon his face as he ruffled her hair bidding her a silent good-night.
He stripped down to his boxers taking protection under the arms of his comforter and sheets, laying his head upon a feather-soft pillow. Setsuna rolled over his gazed fixed on the ceiling, doubts crossed his mind about Sara was she really going to come back? Didn't the Inevitable have something against this--was she even aware? He knew they'd be together someday, nothing could stop that not even God himself could accomplish that. What if she had found someone new? What if her love for him was blinded by naivety? Questions just came by the dozen, but every once in a while broke into Kurai's arrival--but that wasn't important as his issues occurring now, was it? As the digital clock stroke 3:24 am an automatic drowsiness swept over him, thoughts could come tomorrow.
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A/N: Man I haven't posted anything in forever, but I have been writing I just never finish what I continue, I have to be working--err started on five different fictions right now @_@;;! Well anywho I hope Kurai wasn't too OOC (hope Setsuna wasn't either…) I wanted to express that she had grown-up and was in a way mature O_o;;? This was fully intended to be a one-shot but I ran out of motivation so I'll just make more chapters!! This is my dedication to Setsuna/Kurai my second favorite coupling in Angel Sanctuary ^o^!! Flame if you want just review my review fuel is at an all-time negative 346,982,373. Yes that bad. *sigh* I give you cookies --and a free pass for Raphael's manwhore service--EVERYONE LOVES FREE STUFF!! Sorry for typos I'm rusty, gimme a break!! *sings Kit-Kat song*
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Disclaimer: Bleh, I do no own Angel Sanctuary wish I did but I don't so nyarg!! Take that you dirty law suit men!!! O!!! Tell you what I do own, that little introduction on the princess who stole an angel's kiss in the beginning!! SAY SOMETHIN NOW LAW SUIT MEN!!!
Chivalry For The Princess
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Once upon a time there was a self-centered princess, she was clothed in secrets until she was endowed with love, fearful of this new feeling she fled stealing a kiss from an angel, with her sad smile still placed on tainted lips the princess awaits the day in which she can obtain courage.
~.+.~
The sinful young man strode amongst the caressing rain, dressed in only loose blue jeans, a dark blue hoodie, and trendy black Puma sneakers on, he looked austere, simple and clean. He walked to the beat of his music, his headphones clearly hidden under his hood, giving him a rambunctious notion. He's that of an average boy one would think, but of course we all know better than to immediately judge when we've only had a first impression. Those wounds he had gain from that fateful journey had recently began to close, yet the material world had long forgotten and moved on therefore he had to as well. Many things no longer mattered to this boy, a few of those things would be sin, he never regretted a single action he had committed after he discovered God's secrets, continually living life to its fullest potential. His cell phone rang, he furrowed a brow aggravated at that obnoxious ringing.
"What?!!" lashed the young man, as he took off his headphones, his hair beginning to dampen as his hood fell.
"Setsuna, what's wrong?" came the gentle voice of his dearly beloved sister who was clearly concerned.
"…Nothing it's just been a long day, sorry," he apologized signs of guilt in his tone.
"I'm so excited!!" she squealed, "I'm coming back in a week!! We can finally be together Setsuna… its been like an eternity without you," she added completely overjoyed.
"You can finally escape The Inevitable," he said a smile creeping on his lips as he continued to walk in the dismal rain. At first he referred to his 'mom' as just an Old Hag but after they had returned from their adventure he had spent a short amount of time with Sara figuring that this escape from the rest of the world would last forever, until his mother eventually found them, sending Setsuna to some type of psychiatric center (which was completely pointless he was perfectly sane) and fleeing with Sara to England against Sara's will, and thus she was now dubbed 'The Inevitable'.
He heard footsteps in the background, "Is that--" he was cut short.
"-Oh-its mother I gotta-go, love-you!!" she said frantically leaving him to listen to that phone silence.
"I love you too," he muttered as he placed his cell phone in his front hoodie pocket. The relationship he had with Sara for the past two years was on the phone, he only saw her once in their time of separation and that was when he had finally made/stole/borrowed enough money to purchase a plane ticket to visit her and he still he to hide from The Inevitable during his limited visit. His love for her did not lessen though, it might have lost a bit of its flare but he knew once he had laid eyes on that forbidden love of his, wrapped her into his longing embrace, and take her to that boundless place, the flare would return to how it once was, that ever burning intensity.
He trekked into his rundown apartment home, walked up the rickety stairs, being wary of not waking up the prostitute who lived in #9 she always bitched to Setsuna about how he's too noisy and has made constant threats about getting some of her customers to beat his ass, tch, yeah, right. A contented smirk crossed his lips as he came to #13, his hand fumbled in his jean pockets as he took out his key, to his dismay he found the door unlocked. He raised a brow, walking in cautiously, everything was as he had left it but then again he couldn't really tell his apartment was always trashed. His breathing was soft, undetectable as he peeked into every room, he took out his pocket knife as he came to the last room, looking in he saw a sleeping figure upon his bed, the gray clouds reflected a dim light upon this girl? She was tangled in between the sheets, a few silky strands of silver hair visible.
Being careful of not awakening her he crept inside, avoiding any high-pitched floorboards, he finally made it to the side of the bed. With a steady hand, he timidly lifted the sheet, his eyes lit with a glint of familiarity as he realized who the sleeping form was. She inhaled, furrowing her brows subconsciously as she turned to the opposite direction of Setsuna. He was a bit chained in awe right now, that little runt had changed. Not like he was attracted to her or anything but it was strange seeing that little sister figure in a feminine body. Thoughts overlapped into one another why was she here? He didn't want to go back to Heaven or Hell life was starting to piece back together for him, she wouldn't go to Earth unless she had a reason, right? In the mess of his contemplation he shook her awake, he wouldn't lie in anxiety and await for her to open her eyes.
A single piercing eye opened, "-Don't touch me," she greeted, her voice as feisty as it once was, yet different, maturity was also audible.
"-Why are you here?!" growled Setsuna, in an unwelcoming tone.
She sat up arranging her hair, "I came to see the Material World, I have no place to stay but here," she replied tiredly as she turned to stand up.
The young man was silent as he watched her rise from the bed her outfit of a normal tom boy's that same persona obviously still within her for she wore baggy black pants accompanied with a number of various leather brown belts, and tight-fitting gray long-sleeved shirt adorned with mesh and fishnet. Her hair had grown quite long reaching to her knees and flowing freely even when she committed the slightest of movements, her shortest bang reaching to her chin with several different layers all longer than the one before it. Kurai's skin maintained that tanned look allowing the brightness of her azure painted eyes to stand out more than the rest of her features, but her body had grown womanly curves making it capable for others to distinguish her from male to female--now that was amazing. It wasn't attraction that kept his eyes on her but her changes, she was so much like an evolution. Kurai was on the verge of becoming a full-fledged woman.
She yawned stretching as if captivated by sheer boredom, "So angel-boy how long has it been?" she said in attempt to spark a conversation.
"Five years," he stated blandly, "-and three months." his addition to his sentence didn't seem to vivify things.
"-How's your lover?" she asked as she opened his closet a stack of random objects falling to her feet like some type of miniature avalanche.
"…In England she'll be here in a week," his voice a bit irritated.
"What happened, you guys didn't get your fairy-tale ending?" she was mocking him only pure sarcasm, with a hint of spite.
He immediately shot her a gun-shot glare, the kind of shot you see in those action movies where the protagonist hero shoots his arch nemesis straight in the heart with a furious facial expression, "-Shut-up!" he whipped trenchantly.
"-I was just kidding!" her voice raised, "Damn Setsuna you really can't take a joke," she muttered under her breath.
"Kurai, what the fuck do you want?" he said getting straight to the point, he hated this sugar-coated conversation, it was just wasting his time.
"I told you already!!" she was half-lying, therefore her lie was a little white lie so in a way she was being honest. But…-if she didn't say a word or even try to say them how else would they reach him? She just couldn't keep holding onto her emotions she grasped them too long her clutch was weakening, when every opportunity passes by her tight embrace lessens. This asunder must occur. Absolutely must.
"I just--I wanted--let me stay a while, I won't be in the way Setsuna I'm grown-up now, I'm responsible, there's something I have to do on Earth and I need a place to stay, alright?" her voice was trembling, at the same a little harsh she was honest this time every word said in the name of sincerity.
Setsuna's eyes softened slightly, "Y'know its just like you to be like such a little girl," he joked as he left he room leaving her to sit in the presence of herself.
She chided immediately to herself, and decided to follow him her cacophony of thoughts was just too much of a burden. A sign of weakness, didn't she strive to keep strong? She found Setsuna watching TV casually snacking on chocolate Pockey and Coke Cola, he didn't change that much at least not to her. Same mess of dirty blonde hair, same brown eyes that blended perfectly with his complexion, and his obsession for Sara, so there were some minor changes he was now twenty-one his shoulders had broadened, and his muscles had expanded.
She plopped right next to him her long hair sprawling around her like a shining aura as she sat, she took some of his snack receiving a slight glare of protectiveness and she smiled, she missed him, but somehow her thoughts circled round leading her to wonder about that last kiss, did he remember?--Did he even care? Dreams flooded into her head, fantasies of him. How could he just look right through her seeing everything else but her feelings? She'd find a way to expose them to him till then she'd stall around, bravery doesn't come too easily.
"So what did you need to get done?" asked Setsuna as he changed the channel to some type of random game show, apparently they were comparing the measures of women's breasts to fruits.
She looked to the television then to Setsuna, "-Humans truly are twisted," she had said some like that before but she felt that need to repeat herself, "--I don't want you to get involved just let me handle it myself," her voice echoed strongly. She then considered slapping herself, the entire reason she was here was because of him.
"-Kurai you're not getting yourself into some deep shit, right?" he asked in a brotherly type of protectiveness, he mused to himself, he sounded like Kira.
"No I'm not like you," she replied with a snicker.
"-Listen trouble came to me," he countered.
"-Yeah okaaay," she said emphasizing the 'okaaay'.
Time passed rather rapidly. The angel and the evil sharing memories of what had happened, smiles coming to their faces as they realized how some things were quite foolish and then frowns as they thought of how other things were more serious than they had come to think of. When they had talked of Arakune Kurai felt a surge of grief, yet what made herself truly proud was that she didn't cry about it anymore, she made a promise to her brother. So many sacrifices made and both Setsuna and Kurai found it ironic that as the world revolves no one knows of these events. After their stroll upon Reminiscent Drive, inquiries came into the conversation, especially the whereabouts of Lucifer and Alexiel. Setsuna was in the middle of his opinions when he felt Kurai's foot kicked him roughly in the stomach she had stretched herself upon the cushions of the couch her arm hanging from the side and her hair swirling around her, sleep had taken Kurai and had eaten her alive. A grin trekking upon his face as he ruffled her hair bidding her a silent good-night.
He stripped down to his boxers taking protection under the arms of his comforter and sheets, laying his head upon a feather-soft pillow. Setsuna rolled over his gazed fixed on the ceiling, doubts crossed his mind about Sara was she really going to come back? Didn't the Inevitable have something against this--was she even aware? He knew they'd be together someday, nothing could stop that not even God himself could accomplish that. What if she had found someone new? What if her love for him was blinded by naivety? Questions just came by the dozen, but every once in a while broke into Kurai's arrival--but that wasn't important as his issues occurring now, was it? As the digital clock stroke 3:24 am an automatic drowsiness swept over him, thoughts could come tomorrow.
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A/N: Man I haven't posted anything in forever, but I have been writing I just never finish what I continue, I have to be working--err started on five different fictions right now @_@;;! Well anywho I hope Kurai wasn't too OOC (hope Setsuna wasn't either…) I wanted to express that she had grown-up and was in a way mature O_o;;? This was fully intended to be a one-shot but I ran out of motivation so I'll just make more chapters!! This is my dedication to Setsuna/Kurai my second favorite coupling in Angel Sanctuary ^o^!! Flame if you want just review my review fuel is at an all-time negative 346,982,373. Yes that bad. *sigh* I give you cookies --and a free pass for Raphael's manwhore service--EVERYONE LOVES FREE STUFF!! Sorry for typos I'm rusty, gimme a break!! *sings Kit-Kat song*
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Disclaimer: Bleh, I do no own Angel Sanctuary wish I did but I don't so nyarg!! Take that you dirty law suit men!!! O!!! Tell you what I do own, that little introduction on the princess who stole an angel's kiss in the beginning!! SAY SOMETHIN NOW LAW SUIT MEN!!!