Disclaimer: don't own g-boys, wish I did.
Warnings: um… language, implied stuff, all around dark-ish stuff, and yeah.
Opposites
part one
I growled as I walked along the dark corridor belonging to the giant castle in which I lived. It was dark here. The only light came from millions of candles that littered the halls, corridors and rooms that haunted this dreary and lonely place. The fireplaces were never used because the volcanic activity never ceased down here. The stone that this castle of Hell was made out of was cut from the quarries of the realm of the Angels. They had made this place, then forgotten about it, so I took over.
Stupid Angels, thinking that they know everything, just and proud, but when some one messes up just the tiniest smidgen, wham! They kick you out and you have nowhere to go except places like here. Places like this goddamned fucking Hell-hole. At least now, I know.
My name is Shinigami, God of Death, and I am a fallen angel. His Almighty Ass Kisser kicked me out after I slipped up once. It wasn't even a big mess up. Ok, so maybe it was, it still was only the first offence. Either way, it wasn't my fault. The other party was just as guilty as I was. They just went to His Almighty Ass Kisser and asked forgiveness and all that shi. I just said fuck this and ended up here because of something I didn't do. At least here, I can call him His Almighty Ass Kisser to his face and the only thing he can do about it is condemn me more because he can't do anything else. I live being evil, I really do.
I love it all, except being separated from the only person I ever loved in life, afterlife, or demonic ness. Part of my punishment was to be forever separated from him, to be apart for all eternity. After I left, he tried to come and join me, but the Authority knew what he was trying to do, and as a consequence, pounded out all emotion so he was unable to feel.
I wept for long days over the loss of my beloved. I wandered all realms disguised as various beings, trying to find my beloved and make him remember. Yet wherever I went, I could find no trace of my beloved angel. I sank into a numbness that shit out everything. I wandered aimlessly, having lost all reason for being.
During my wanders, I kept meeting people who had lost because of me. I am the taker of souls, the thief of life, I do what I please, so why did I feel so bad for these people?
I guess it was just because I had lost too and I knew what they were feeling. I wandered around, looking at all the people who had lost and I decided that if I had caused all this damage, I would try to right it, the human way. I was going to be human and I was going to fix this, if only to not think about my beloved angel.
I went to earth, as a human boy. I changed everything I could, or wanted to, but the one thing I would not change were y eyes. my beloved had always said that my eyes were more beautiful than even the brightest star. Until I forget what he had said, they would not change from their bright amethyst purple.
Other humans found me and turned me into a soldier for their war. They taught me how to perfect the art of this evil game. Then they put me with four other boys. All of who had gone through the same, yet there was one who didn't talk, did only what was assigned to him and had no emotion. It had been pounded out of him. I had found my beloved angel at last. There was one problem though, he didn't remember me.