AUTHOR'S NOTES: I thought this up after being inspired by Lucifiel's "The Longest Line". *bows down to Lucifiel* Hehehe… Hope nobody kills me…*ducks* Comments, or flames are welcome.^^
DISCLAIMER: The characters don't belong to me. They belong to Kaori Yuki. (Except for some characters that are obviously mine) Anyway, don't sue me. I don't have any money.
To Eternity
Chapter One
Snow fell outside on the busy street below as a handsome young man with long, braided fiery red hair in a long black coat stared out the window from his apartment on the ninth floor of the twelve-story building. He looked tired and weary, lowering his eyelids a little.
"I promise… I'll find you, Master. No one can stop me from finding you even if it takes the rest of eternity."
He gently pressed a gloved hand against the windowpane.
"They'll rue the day they did it. I'll make sure of it." His other gloved hand fisted at his side as his tired and weary look changed into a determined one. Then his expression softened and he cooed, "Master… My beloved Master…"
A chuckle was heard. "Hmm… You're talking to yourself again?" a sultry voice called out to him.
His eyes fixed on the glass in front of him, looking passively at the reflection of his "guest", seated comfortably on the couch.
"Have you ever heard of a door, Belial?" he wryly said as he arched an elegant eyebrow, knowing that she could see his expression quite clearly by his reflection.
"Doors? I don't care much for those things, do you? Or… you're just happy to see me?" she smirked as she decided to remove her coat and hat. Her copper shoulder length hair tumbled onto her shoulders.
He didn't answer her. Instead, he fixed his gaze out the window and onto the crowd below. Then a pair of elegant arms wrapped themselves around him and a warm body pressed itself to his back.
"Get off me and stay away or I'll send you back there in pieces. I'm sure Asmodeus would thank me for that," he threatened with cold indifference.
She just sighed, holding onto him for a few more seconds before moving away. "You and he are so much alike."
He snorted and said, "I wish."
"Why not?" she asked as she put on her coat.
"You're only saying that because I look and smell like him. A mere small similarity…"
He suddenly remembers something from the past…
"You're mine for the rest of eternity. No matter how much you try, my brand on you will never leave."
"If you say so," she smiled as she picked up her hat and literally went through the floor.
He barely noticed her depart. His hand covered the left half of his face as he smiled to himself. He removes his hand, revealing a symbol of a sword with demon wings and a black rose on the hilt. He chuckles as he fingers the mark and says, "I'll find you soon."
* * *
A masked man runs out what looked like a palace. In his hand, a glowing black mass of energy swirled about.
The sound of someone running right behind him reaches his ears and he looks back. A young woman wearing all black emerges from the dark hallway.
"No! Stop him!"
Getting a good distance away from the young woman and the following horde of demons, the masked man stops and spreads his wings, preparing to fly.
"--------SAMA!"
Although the name was not clearly heard, it elicited a reaction from the black energy. It sparked for a few moments, annoying the masked man. He turns around and sends a ball of light through the demon horde to the young woman. She was thrown back into a large wall and the masked man flew off. Then everything turned dark…
Kira Sakuya slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the clock and cursed under his breath. It was already nine in the evening!
K'so! I told Touya I'd meet him at eight!
He quickly got out of bed and fixed himself up. He grabbed his jacket and keys before rushing out of the house.
I can't believe I fell asleep! Stupid dreams…
He slowed down as he replayed the details of the dream in his mind, running a hand through his raven hair.
Who were those guys? Why in the world couldn't I hear the name? It's there every time and I never hear it!
He pushed those thoughts out of the way as he finally reached the local bar and walked in.
Inside, he scanned the surroundings, looking for his friend. As usual, the bar was almost full. The drunks were losing at the card tables. Some were already making the couch at the innermost part of the bar a make out area. The same goes for the closet beside the comfort room.
He sighed and shook his head when he spotted Touya and the rest of the gang, already drunk, trying to score with some girls. Touya was the only other guy in the gang who never dyed his hair besides him. Touya's hair was naturally brown.
At the corner, Kosuke, one of the smartest guys he had ever met, was seated, sipping his drink while looking at the people around him. Kosuke was a well-known loner as well as a rumored sort-of psychic. He had bluish-gray hair and baby blue eyes.
He figured that by now, Touya had already forgotten their meeting so he decided to go find some bitch to play around with, which wasn't hard especially with his natural good looks, before going back home.
He noticed that Kosuke's eyes were focused intently on one person alone. He followed Kosuke's gaze and spotted a handsome youth with amber eyes, who was staring at his drink while his finger traced the rim of the glass, oblivious of the man beside him. There was a white patch covering his left cheek. He seemed to be preoccupied with something else.
Wow… He looks good…
Then Sakuya realized just what his line of thought was and mentally kicked himself. Man… I don't swing that way.He orders a drink from the bartender, trying to ignore the urge to keep looking at him. Unable to help himself, he glances at the boy and at the same moment, the boy looks up and their eyes meet. The boy's eyes widen slightly.
Something stirs inside of him and Sakuya breaks eye contact and takes a big gulp of his drink. He starts mentally cursing himself for being such a coward.
The boy's companion stands up and pulls the boy with him and takes him outside to the alleyway.
To those who still weren't too deep in their cups, that meant that someone was either gonna get screwed or get raped. It would have meant the same thing except for the consent part.
Sakuya decided to change his mind and go straight home instead. Then the sound of someone crashing into the garbage cans reached his ears. Just like everyone else, he tried to ignore the sounds as he left a few bills on the table for the bartender.
When he reached the front door, a louder crash sounded from the alleyway. Mentally cursing himself for the nth time, he turned around and went to intervene.
* * *
Foolish human… stupid and useless…
Pyro thought as he disgustedly nudged the bloody man, who was clutching his broken arm.He's here… I can't believe how fortunate I was to come here tonight. There was no mistaking that it was him.
The image of the young man by the bar came to mind.Pyro smiled to himself. Well… Time to get rid of this useless trash. He was about to break the man's neck when the door suddenly opened.
"Hey! Oh…" Sakuya stared blankly at the scene before him. He couldn't actually believe that this guy actually overpowered the seemingly stronger older guy.
Pyro dropped the man, deciding not to break his neck. "What are you doing here?" He started straightening his attire.
"Um… I…" Sakuya tries thinking of a possible explanation for his being there. K'so!
Pyro stopped fixing himself and gave Sakuya a mysterious and knowing smile. "Oh."
"Oh"? What does he mean about that?!
Sakuya's cheeks brightened slightly."Were you worried?" Pyro leaned over and gave Sakuya a predatory grin. "I never expected anyone to worry about me especially You."
"Huh?" Sakuya, slightly taken aback, looked confused at Pyro's words.
"It doesn't really matter. I'll be seeing you around." Pyro turned around and gave him a dismissive wave as he walked away.
"Wait! Who are you?" Sakuya shouted.
Pyro reached the sidewalk, stopped and simply said, "Sakurazuka Kyosuke," before walking out of Sakuya's view.
* * *
When Sakuya got home that night, he went straight to his room, cursing the night's events, cursing the appearance of Kyosuke Sakurazuka, cursing the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about him and get a girl to make him forget him. In frustration, he lit a cigarette and took a long whiff off it. He sat down by the window and opened it.
Damn it all! Who does he think he is?! He looked so familiar in some way… Damn it! I hope I never see him again! Thinking about him too much is going to cramp my style! K'so!
He looked down at his cigarette and realized that there was only a little stub left. He sighed and crushed it on the ashtray by the window and threw it along with whatever was left in the ashtray for the past few days. Coming to the conclusion that thinking wasn't going to get him anywhere tonight, he flung himself on his bed and fell asleep.
* * *
Somewhere else at the same time, Pyro sat happily on the railing of his apartment balcony. He let his feet dangle in mid-air without any fear of falling. Kira Sakuya…
"I've found where that is. They've been keeping it under the highest level of security. They've assigned him to guard it," a deep voice said. A chuckle echoed across the room. "It would be interesting to see them fight against each other again one day."
"Hmm… I suppose so," Pyro answered without bothering to look at whoever it was. "Nice of you to slither right in, Asmodeus. You and Belial seem to have a penchant for ignoring simple courtesy as always."
A cloaked figure appeared, separating itself from the shadows inside the dark room. "I don't need to take this from you. And don't think that after this little job that you can just order me around. I did this just for my personal amusement and the fact that – "
"You enjoy watching the fire angel suffer?" Pyro continued for him.
"Hn. Don't you?" Asmodeus just shrugged.
"Don't worry. If you stick around long enough, I just might give you an outstanding performance." Pyro ran a hand through his wind-blown hair. "It won't be long now…"
"You have something in mind, Pyro?"
"Perhaps. Just wait and see," Pyro replied as he caressed the patch on his cheek.
"Sirens filled the air as the body of a young man was found mangled inside the Tokyo Tower…"
* * *
Sakuya slouched in his seat on Monday, exactly after a week after his "encounter" with Kyosuke. He cursed quietly in his seat as the teacher in front droned on with his lesson.
It's been a week and I still haven't forgotten him. It's like a curse. I can't seem to get him out of my head.
He rubbed at his temples. This is really frustrating.He was so distracted with his thoughts that he hadn't noticed that the teacher had stopped talking and had gone to talk to someone by the door. He shifted his gaze out the window, glad that he was conveniently seated near it. He sighed.
"Class, we have a new student. This is – " the teacher rambled in the background.
Man… A new student in the senior year?
He yawned, his gaze still focused outside."– Kyosuke Sakurazuka."
Sakuya nearly choked and started coughing, gaining the attention of the entire class. He quickly fixed his eyes on Kyosuke, ignoring his classmates' stares and his teacher's look of disapproval. Kyosuke crossed his arms across his chest and gave his a smart-ass smirk, taunting him. He glared back at Kyosuke as the teacher assigned him a seat.
Sakuya nearly groaned out loud when he realized that the only available seat in class was "conveniently" right behind him.
K'so! I should've gotten that seat before!
Kyosuke smiled evilly at him, well, at least it seemed to him that way. While looking intently at Kyosuke, he took note that Kyosuke had boyish good looks, silky black hair, was nearly as tall as him, beautiful and deep blue/green eyes, lush full lips, a lean, sexy body…
K'SO!
If not for the devilish smirk on his face and his fiery red hair, partially braided at the back, Kyosuke could have been mistaken for him! With feline grace, Kyosuke made his way to his seat and sat down quietly. Then the teacher went on droning on and on about whatever it was that he was talking about before the interruption.
At first, Sakuya sat stiffly, feeling conscious since Kyosuke was sitting right behind him. After a while, he relaxed when he heard the boy behind him yawn in obvious boredom just like most of the guys in class. The teacher gave them his back as he wrote something on the board.
It doesn't seem like he be doing anyth
– Sakuya's thoughts went flying out the window when he felt a warm breath on his right ear, a hand on his shoulder and another hand in the pocket of his shirt."You seemed surprised to see me… I told you… I'll be seeing you around… Kira Sakuya……………-sama…" Kyosuke seductively whispered before sitting back down on his seat like nothing happened.
Sakuya turned crimson when he felt something stir below his belt. He tried to keep himself under control and relax. Kyosuke just seemed to know what strings to pull.
K'so! He's a guy! …Wait a minute… He whispered something else after saying my name… My name? How in the world did he know that?!
He looked around the room. No one seemed to have noticed what Kyosuke did. He stole a glance at Kyosuke.
It's that smart-ass smirk again. K'SO!
* * *
Sakuya didn't check his shirt pocket until he got home even though Kyosuke didn't talk or touch him again after the first period, and was in the confines of his room, away from his bothersome father. He was a bit afraid and curious at the same time as to what Kyosuke slipped in there. He fished his pocket and pulled out a scented note and a small gift, wrapped in scented paper. He lightly inhaled the scent and found that, in a way, it was so familiar. He delicately opened the note and read it.
Dear Sakuya-san, I would just like to thank you for your concern the other night. I really appreciate it. Please accept my little gift as a token of my gratitude. Sincerely, Kyosuke.
Sakuya sighed in relief but at the same time, he found himself feeling a little bit disappointed. He shook off the feeling and opened the gift.
It was a necklace with a blood red stone. It was in a way, very beautiful. It triggered something inside of him. It was a sense of familiarity upon seeing the stone. He knew instantly that it somehow, it looked like a stone but it really wasn't. He couldn't really understand it himself.
* * *
In the meeting room, the High Council was debating over some matter.
"This was not supposed to happen! How could someone get through the well-guarded Hell's gate?!"
"They were probably slacking off or…"
"…they could be dead by now."
"We cannot allow him to be awakened by this. We put much effort to finally finding a way to change him!"
"Rosiel-sama was sealed into the earth after his battle with Alexiel. There is simply no one else who would be able to do what he had done centuries, no, millenniums ago."
"If he fully awakens…"
"Hmm… We might be able to suppress him should he awaken."
"Oh?"
"Send the boy there. He's done it before and he'll be able to do it again."
"What if he fails?"
"We annihilate the boy."
"What?!"
"Master Rosiel had mentioned it before… it could work…"
* * *
AUTHOR'S NOTES (yes! Again!): You guys might probably be confused by all these but eventually they WILL make sense. EVENTUALLY anyway. Hehehe…
