AUTHOR: Macx and Lara Bee
DISCLAIMER: not ours. Definitely not! We just play with them and hope we tread on no one's toes.
Author's Voice of Warning (aka Author's Note):
English is not our first language; it's German. This is the best wecan
do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a prize
g> The spell-checker said everything's okay, but you know how
trustworthy those thingies are.....
ARCHIVE: yes
WARNINGS: uhm… fluffy demon moments maybe?
TYPE: yaoi
RATING: R
PAIRING: Daisuke/Satoshi
STATUS: done
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It was a work of art. Simple but yet complex, roughly sketched and still
detailed. An expression of talent, love and soul, molded into a shape of
two figures. Clay had given them a permanent position, their naked bodies
entwined as they stood together, their arms enfolding the partner in a
gentle embrace. The faces were neutral, without a specific expression,
shape or mimicry. There was no form of identity. Their muscular bodies
spoke of grace and eternal beauty, male and powerful. Hands touched the
other body, caressed it, explored it, and on each figure's back a pair
of large wings completed the picture. The wings were the most detailed
parts, each feather scratched into the still soft clay, then colored with
loving care.
One pair black as night, with a dark blue shine to them.
The other an ethereal white with silvery accents.
Hikari Satoshi sat in the attic of his townhouse, looking at the figures,
blue eyes holding a far away expression. It was finally done. The very
first piece of art created by him, and the last.
He knew the dangers that lurked inside this simple piece. He knew it
wasn't meant to be.
Still… he had done it. Despite the knowledge, despite the fate of this
almost amateurish attempt to give shape to the love he felt.
--It's beautiful-- a voice whispered inside him.
It was warm, loving, tender. It enveloped him like a blanket and the
presence inside of him moved, coming closer. Satoshi didn't react to Krad's
approach. He just sat and stared.
--You have a talent--
"I am a Hikari," he finally murmured and disgust rose in his tone.
"It is what we do, what we did… and what was our curse."
Krad sighed silently and wrapped himself around his host's presence
in their shared mind.
"And I know what has to be done."
--Satoshi?--
"Can you seal it?"
There was a moment of absolute silence. --I… Satoshi? Are you sure?--
"Yes, I am. I know what this thing is, aside from an amateurish, childish
creation. It's a vessel of emotions, of soul and love and spirit. It will
be nothing but a source of danger for us. It's a Hikari. We have to seal
it. Can you do it?" he demanded again.
--Yes, I can-- was the quiet reply. --And it's neither childish
nor amateurish, Satoshi. It's wonderful--
Satoshi smiled derisively. "It has to go. Do it, Krad. Please."
The demon sighed and nodded. Satoshi stepped back, surrendering his
body to the entity inside him. Krad surfaced without much fuss, completely
painlessly for his host, and golden, feline eyes gazed at the figurine.
Slender fingers brushed over the black wings, feeling each feather under
their touch.
Finally he drew a white feather, closed his eyes for a moment, and
charged it. Golden energy filled the feather, made it glow, and he murmured
a soft incantation. While he had never sealed artwork like Dark had, he
knew just as much about it. He knew how to take care of the danger lurking
deep inside.
Flinging the feather at the two winged figures, he watched the sealing
energy dissolve, envelop Satoshi's piece of art, and forever seal the power
inside it.
The figure had lived less than an hour.
Krad felt a pang of regret, of guilt, but he knew that the danger had
been too great. All Hikari art was highly dangerous. Satoshi, while not
a master artist, had the power like all his ancestors before him. This
particular piece would have gathered soul and love, it would have grown,
and maybe one day it would have become what the Black Wings had been.
--Thank you-- Satoshi whispered inside him.
Krad didn't answer. He just drew a white cover over the now very innocent
figure.
--Krad?--
--Hm?--
--Could we…? I mean… I'd like to leave here--
He smiled sadly, picking up on his host's mood. --Of course--
Wings exploded out of his back as Krad stepped out onto the balcony
and looked into the sky. The pristine white wings spread wide and they
were airborne not much later. Satoshi lay back and enjoyed the freedom
of the flight as Krad chose their direction and heading.
The sun was about to set and in a few more hours it would be dark. Satoshi
didn't care. He sat on the hill overlooking the town, gazing at the hundreds
of homes, taking in the serene beauty. This was where Daisuke had grown
up, had lived all his life, where all the good and the bad memories resided.
This was where he, Hikari Satoshi, had been sent to get close to the Niwa
boy. This was where he had found more than just a target. He had found
a friend, he had found a lover, and he had found a home.
He liked this quaint little coastal town. He liked being here. It was
his home, too. He had never had one before.
"Will you show him?"
The soft, dark voice disturbed his thoughts and he glanced at his only
companion in this lonely place. Krad had separated from him after they
had landed, as if he had wanted to give him the complete privacy only this
separation could guarantee. In a way Satoshi was grateful.
Now he met the inquiring golden eyes, so different from the eyes that
had watched him for most of his childhood, the eyes of a demon. These were
now full of concern, warmth and emotions that Krad had to get used to as
well, most likely. He cared, he loved Satoshi, and Hikari had finally come
to understand the true meaning behind the words uttered so often before.
"No," he answered.
Krad's face showed confusion. "Why? You did it for him, Satoshi."
"Yes, which is why it's such a dangerous creation. It was my foray
into the world of art. My first and my last one." He tore his eyes away
from his partner. "Niwa is the artist. I'm not."
"You are. All Hikari were artists, one way or the other. You have the
talent."
"No, I have the curse. What we created was evil… filled with dangerous
powers."
"No, not everything. The Eternal Mark… Towa… she isn't evil."
Satoshi smiled dimly. "One exception."
"You are not cursed, Hikari Satoshi. Like all of your clan, it's up
to you what you do with your talent," Krad told him calmly. "You have power.
You have a beautiful spirit and soul. Your love is your strength. Don't
deny Daisuke this look into your soul."
Satoshi buried his head in his arms. "He can't know."
"But you did it for him," the demon argued again.
"Which is why the damned thing would have grown into a freaking danger!"
the young man hissed, eyes snapping up to glare at the other. "What we
create is always potentially dangerous! Because I did it with all my heart
and soul, it would have been like… the Black Wings!"
Krad winced and Satoshi sneered.
"Right?" he demanded. "The first Hikari did the same! He created something
out of love for someone, for a Niwa! He created the Black Wings and look
what happened!"
Krad closed his eyes, the wings trembling a little. Finally he looked
up, staring into the distant sky. "Love isn't wrong," he whispered.
"No, but it's a deadly weapon when in the wrong hands!"
"Satoshi… my first host… he loved unconditionally. He loved his thief.
There was no chance for them ever being together, but he loved him," the
demon went on, voice soft. "I felt that emotion after the fatal accident
at the sealing. I felt his undying love. It wasn't wrong. The Black Wings
was powerful, but it had its beauty and its… gentleness. Without the accident
at the ritual, this would never have happened. Satoshi… I sealed your own
artwork; it's safe. You can show it to Daisuke and you know he would understand."
Golden eyes met blue ones and Satoshi shook his head in denial. "No,
Krad. Never. Promise me you won't tell him either!"
"Sato…"
"Swear it!"
Krad nodded slowly. "I swear. I won't tell him."
"And Dark!"
"You have my word."
Satoshi held the feline gaze for a moment longer, then nodded. He felt
exhausted, mentally as well as physically. He had poured everything, his
emotions, his soul, into the creation of the offending piece of art. It
had been his way of dealing with the events as of late. No one was to blame,
least of all Krad. Daisuke painted when he wanted to distract himself,
clear his head, but Satoshi had never done anything of the likes. He would
go into the virtual world of computers, of technology. This time… had been
different.
Wings rustled, unfolded, and he found himself in a warm, soft embrace
of white feathers all of a sudden. Satoshi didn't care as he sank into
the offered comfort, felt Krad's gentle caress. He closed his eyes, despair
and anger and sadness flowing together. Tender fingers stroked over his
hair and he forced himself to relax.
He was a Hikari.
What he created would be cursed.
He had fallen asleep in his embrace. Krad looked at his host in wonder
and with a tender smile, one wing curled protectively around the slender
form. It was getting colder now that the sun had almost set, but Satoshi
was a warm weight against him, solid and real. It was amazing to feel him
like this, not just as a presence in his mind.
You do beautiful things, Satoshi, he thought. You are an
artist. I know you're scared of your heritage, but so was I. I was scared
of myself and sometimes I still am.
The demon knew that the decision to seal the unnamed figurine had been
the right one, but it had hurt to watch Satoshi, to see his work of love
be destroyed without ever having truly lived.
You're so much like the first Satoshi, my first host. There is an
innocence inside you, a beauty and radiance, your stepfather and your clan
couldn't destroy.
It was what had attracted Krad to this particular host. Daisuke brought
it out even more, his energy and strength. Krad smiled a little and gently
brushed over the light brown hair.
You should show it to him one day. He deserves to see it.
In the end he decided to take Satoshi home. Like Dark, Krad could take
over a sleeping body if the host trusted him, and Satoshi did now. He merged
with the young man, took over, and they flew silently and swiftly back
to the house where he surrendered control once more.
Satoshi just slept on, now on the bed, and Krad went into the attic,
gazing at the sealed piece of art. He touched it reverently, then pulled
his fingers away, curling them into a fist.
He had to stow this somewhere. Somewhere safe and away from here.