I really, really should NOT be writing a new story. I'm too far behind as it is. But I had an inspiration! and frankly, I'm devastated by the lack of Winged Zero stories out there. I CAN NOT FIND ANY! SO! I have decided to write "Dancing Feathers" to fix this little problem. Onward, to the story!
Cross Academy was lax with the onslaught of Fall. Leaves swirled to their deaths in swarms as they yellowed and reddened, racing each other to the ground. Stone walkways were cold to the touch as they soaked up the cool air. Students sat in their classes, each to their respective sorting; Day or Night. Well, almost all the students, that is.
Zero trudged the path into the court yards, it was chilly that day but he was sick with a bothersome cold, and couldn't be bothered to dress properly in his school uniform. So he wore only a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark purple tank top. Stupid? Probably. Did he care? Not one bit. He did what he wanted. Even if his shirt selection was risky, after all, his large feathered wings could easily be seen from where then arched to accommodate folding against his back. If one of the students in the building were to look outside into the court yard at any time, they would see the wings, and Zero would be so screwed. Oh well; a little adventure never hurt anyone. Right? Yes, he'd be fine.
Walking the same path over and over again for about what? An hour? Two? He'd stopped counting after a while. But his point, was that everything gets boring eventually and walking around the school was no exception. Sighing, he made his way over to the large fountain that decorated the middle of the square. He sat down, hissing as the cold seeped into his skin. He knew he should've at least brought a coat. His wings rustled against his hack, feathers shivering against each other as he extended the a bit to block out the wind.
Zero's wings were unique in and of themselves. For starters, their span was impressively large, reaching over sixteen feet from tip to tip. They arched with ethereal grace and poise, long feathers shifting and molding themselves into their proper place. There was also the one thing you couldn't overlook unless you were blind. And that was, Zero's wings were to completely different colors. His right was a brilliant, shiny white; while the left was pitch black. A beautiful contrast that made him look quite supernatural, well; more so than he already was. But if anyone dared call his beautiful out loud, they'd get to know his right hook incredibly well.
Zero got tired of sitting after a while, and adjusted himself so that he was laying flat on his back. Wings lazily unfurled, but taking into account their size, the black one took refuge into cool water, washing through the feathers and making they sway; while the white one drooped a his side onto the ground. He turned his lavender eyes upward to the sky and watched as the clouds made their journey across the expanse of blue nothingness.
He must have been more tired than he thought, because he didn't even notice his breathing slow, or the way his eyes started to close. But before he knew it, or even realized, he was asleep on the fountain. Wings still spread to their full length for the whole world to see.