Hello my dear readers!! This is the changed story from Black and White Rose!
The concept and some scenes will always be the same. But I've changed some things because I was happier with the story that way. I hope you all will like it and that you will review. Depending on the reviews, I only need a few, I will hopefully update frequently.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, I wish I did.
Warnings: Yami is pretty suïcidal in a later chapter, there is a lot of OOC, there are bad guys, not so pleasant memories, two LEMONS, luck, joy and love, there is YAOI and there are no Honda and Anzu... For all who still care about the warnings: there is YamixYugi, MalikxMarik, BakuraxRyou and SetoxJonouchi. I think that is it. If you find something that I've not warned you for, please tell.
The story is rated M for a reason. Still love you all and I hope you enjoy reading the first chapter of:
Curse of Black and White
Chapter 1, The Roses
Black and White Roses. They existed among the community. The community of Angels. High in the clouds, drifting in peace, there the Angels were. And Heaven was a peaceful place, until something happened. Something that nobody wanted. Something that was beyond their thinking. Then an Angel would give birth to a Rose.
A Rose was an Angel. The one didn't live without the other. And the other was not born, if the one didn't live. There were two kinds, Black and White. They were born once in many lifetimes, but always was there uproar about it. One concerning bad new, the other good news.
A Demon born among Angels, a Black One. An Angel with black-silvery wings, crimson eyes and a protective feeling concerning the White One. Insanity coursed through the Black Roses' veins, a pain only ceased by the White Rose. The Black One was strong, confident and wild. That one held a kind nature towards friends, but the enemies were never to be seen again. Angels saw this Black One as the devil itself and that one was the devil, if protecting the White Rose.
But the White One knew better. That Rose knew of soft spots and sensitive places. That one knew of the kind character the Black One bore and the one knew the love for the other. For they couldn't live apart and they were condemned to the curse of Black and White.
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He was pacing, back and forth in front of his small house. A scream was heard and the Angels around him needed to restrain him from bolting into the house where his loved one was found.
"I need to see Kahlia! She's my wife! Let me see her!", he yelled at the people. He was worried that much was for certain. His brown hair waved in the small breeze that formed around the house. His green eyes were filled with panic and distress. Those eyes were watching the brown, wooden door closely. Something was going on behind it and he had every right to know, didn't he??
A female Angel came out the house, carrying a small bundle. With tears in her soft violet eyes she looked at the man. He was dressed in brown pants, a green shirt and he wore black boots on his feet. The shirt had a V-split, tied with a small rope.
She sighed, her long brown hair waving in the soft breeze. Gently she shook her head. Her violet eyes were casted downwards. She couldn't look at the male. She couldn't watch him feeling miserable.
"I'm so sorry", she whispered in the silence. The man looked at her, then stormed in to locate his precious loved one. The female Angel with the bundle in her arms turned after the male. She held the small bundle to her bossom and opened her mouth.
"Khahim!", she called after the male and followed him.
"Kahlia? Kahlia!?", Khahim called. He came to a stop when he heard soft breaths coming from a room. He found an Angel woman in the bed. Birth-blood stained the sheets and the blanket. She tiredly opened her eyes.
"Khahim", she whispered with much attempt. Khahim kneeled down at the bedside. Stroking her raven-black hair he looked at her. Khahim looked into those once shining eyes. The colour was a soft, and now dull, blue colour. They stunned him, even now, when they were so lifeless.
"I'm sorry", she said. Khahim looked at his wife in the eye. He didn't want to hear those words. He didn't want her to go away. What was she thinking?? Leaving him behind with a child??
"Don't be sorry Kahlia. Don't worry, just don't leave me. Don't leave me", he whispered frantically back at her. Kahlia smiled, she knew her day had come. She would go back to the human world as a lost Soul, a helping Soul. Yes, even Angels died.
"I'm so sorry about the baby. He's a Black Rose", she whispered, as to not frighten him even more. Khahim looked further into her blue eyes. He had not heard those words, because he didn't want to. Still he answered her softly, gently stroking her black hair.
"Don't be sorry Kahlia. It's not your fault, not your fault", Khahim murmured. He was so sad, so devastated. Her words hadn't hit him yet. Her words were lost in his sadness, in his crystal tears.
"I love you Khahim", Kahlia said and gently smiled when he stroked her hair once more. She had a gorgeous smile, even now, on her time. Her white wings were spread over the sheets on the bed. A blanket was draped over her lower body, but it was drenched with birth-blood of the young baby.
"I love you too", he whispered and the smile lasted when she closed her eyes. A sob came from out of the room, but Khahim hollered in pain and grief. The woman with the violet eyes, sobbed. The sobs were shaking her shoulders and her white wings, while the baby held in her arms kept quiet.
Then suddenly Khahim looked up at her. His face was stained with tears and he was breathing fast. It was as if he was keeping his anger in check. His green eyes were filled with pain and sadness. His green eyes were clouded over with rage. And they were focused on the last one of the family he tried to get. They were focused on that small bundle, were a soft cooing sound came from.
"Let me see the baby. It will not be a Black Rose", Khahim said, the words finally able to reach his mind. He couldn't help but feel angered by the turn of events. He took the baby from the Angels' arms, indeed seeing the small baby-boy's soft face. He saw the tiny spiked hair in raven black, crimson red, and blond small bangs.
Khahim turned the baby in his hands and looked at his small back. Two scars near his shoulder blades and a black birthmark. A Black Rose birthmark. No Angel had birthmarks, nor anything else. They were flawless, but for the scars for futured wings. They had grace and a light attitude. But every Rose had a birthmark. It was engulfing the baby's shoulderblade on the left side and it glinstered a little bit, although the baby was still bloodied.
"Be careful with him", she said, but Khahim stormed outside with the baby in his arms. Anger, so much anger was coursing through his veins. There was nothing else to compare it with. Blindly he opened the wooden door with a bang from his free hand.
"Khahim? What are you going to do?", An elderly woman asked. Her hair was slowly greying, but she still looked beautiful. Her wrinkles were small and her green eyes shined in the sun.
"My son is a Black Rose!", Khahim yelled. The baby made a small noise. Groggily, the small baby-boy opened his eyes, revealing two bloodred crimson orbs. The women who he had taken the baby from ran after Khahim.
"What are you doing to him?", she asked frantically, worried for the small child's life.
"This thing has killed Kahlia, it's a murderer!! And it's a Black Rose. It's name will be Yami", Khahim said, naming the child after the darkness it presumed to have. His tanned skin shone in the sun. A golden military-like necklace appeared out of nowhere around the boy's small fragile neck. If it was read it stated his day of birth and his name.
"Khahim, get away from that edge", another male said warningly.
"Never. He must die", Khahim said, finally calling the boy a "him", not an "it". She looked at him worriedly. This couldn't be true. He had been so happy when her friend was pregnant. Now she only saw anger.
"But Khahim. He can't help it. He's only a innocent creature!", she said. She watched the male and slowly she saw those white wings turning black. The Angel was corrupted to a sin. If white wings were turning black, then the Angel would never survive and would it befall the same fate as a Black Rose, death.
"He's a murderer Cassidy!! Don't get in my way!", Khahim called out enraged. He then turned around, facing the cliff and dropped the baby boy into the mercy of the soft clouds. There were screams, yells and cries from the spectators above.
"Khahim. What have you done?!", Cassidy called out in tears.
"I will not live without her", he said. He then let himself fall, ending his torture, ending his Angelic live, and started the pain in the Hearts of the families. Cassidy laid one of her hands on her belly. She looked down at it.
"I hope fate has not in mind what it had for this little child. Do not worry, child of mine. You might still be growing, but you will never be condemned".
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The Black Rose was always condemned to death, while the White Rose was held closely in a soft embrace. The White Rose was everything that the other was not. Pure, an Angel looked upon with interests. That Angel was the Archangel to be. The White One was shy, curious and lovingly. That one was naïve and needed strong arms to be collected in. The White One needed the darkened Angel. And the Black One needed the Light, the sanity and the live the White One would give him.
For if one wasn't born, the other couldn't be born. And if the other couldn't be born then the other didn't excist. Dying in the first two years of his life. And the Black One always came first, destined to wait for the White One. But the White One never came, for the Black Rose was killed, the first five minutes of it's life between the Angels. No Demon, no Archangel, no Angels, no Heaven, no Hell, no place to go then dwell on Earth…
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I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter. I must say I enjoyed writing it and I find it much better. Thank you for reading and until next time!!