Angels and daemons. They have always been in constant struggle against each other. However, it seems one young man, neither angel nor daemon, is the only one that can put an end to it. Which side wins is dependent one who gets to him first. On the side of the angels, another young man is sent to find him. Can their secret and forbidden love survive in the midst of a battle that has spanned all of time?

Rated M: Language, violence, yaoi (homosexual relationship), sexual references

9/14/07-Yeah, wow. I suck at summaries. But anyway, I know I'm definatly not as polished or as good a writer as many people here, but if you wanna give my story a shot, I'd appriciate it Already have 4 chapters, but I'll see if there's any interest in it, lol!

Chapter 1

Lightning tore through the thick, night sky, and rain fell in sheets. Two figures stood in the pouring rain, standing face to face. As lighting struck once again, it flashed a momentary light on the two.

They were both young men, neither appearing to be any older than 25. The taller of the two was glaring ahead with deep blue eyes set in his handsome, youthful face. Long, somewhat spiky black bangs fell over his eyes, while the rest ran down to his lower back, held together by a low ponytail. He wore black, belted boots, and a long black coat kept the rain from soaking his clothing underneath, which consisted of baggy black pants and a white shirt. Around his neck there appeared to be a black leather collar, much like a belt.

The other man seemed to be a little younger than the first. He was beautiful and graceful looking, his beauty that of something other than human. His long silver hair hung free about his lower back, and his long spiky bangs were matted to his face by the rain. His eyes, and unnatural deep purple, flashed with anger. He too wore black boots, though he was only otherwise clothed in black pants and an oversized, white button up shirt, resembling those worn to fancy events.

Suddenly, the taller man spoke. "My name is Akarui." His eyes narrowed. "You are to come with me, Yami."

Yami smirked. "And who is it that so desperately requires my presence?"

Words echoed in the back of Akarui's mind. It had been four months since he had been sent to earth, yet he remembered the day clearly.

Kneeling before a great throne in a large, ornate hall, Akarui bowed his head before the young man seated before him. His blue eyes seemed to burn as they stared intently at Akarui.

"I will do whatever is required of me, Seraphiel." Akarui looked up into his beautiful face. Seraphiel shifted his head to rest it in the palm of his hand, his blonde hair barely brushing his fingertips.

"God has asked me directly to send you to earth. You are to retrieve a young man by the name of Yami, and bring him before me." Seraphiel paused momentarily to make sure Akarui was listening. "I know nothing else of this young man. However, I trust that you can gather enough information to locate him. Please, do not fail God, nor me."

Akarui bowed deeply. "I am honored to be selected for this task. I shall not disappoint God."

"Good. You may leave now." Seraphiel stood up, stretching his great, white wings. Akarui was momentarily awed by the grace and beauty of them, six in total. This was the splendor of a seraphim.

"Who sent you?" Yami snapped, thrusting Akarui from his thoughts.

Akarui paused, before deciding to put it bluntly. "God."

Yami's eyes widened and he started to laugh. "Haha! God? What makes you think I would ever go to him?" He sneered and looked directly into Akarui's eyes.

"Please do not make this difficult. I am to bring you alive, and I do not wish to hurt you." Akarui managed to retort, though he was unnerved when Yami stared so deeply at him with those eyes.

"I don't believe you can hurt me anymore than your so called God has already done. I am not going with you."

"Then I am sorry, you leave me no choice." Akarui murmured as his eyes closed. In a sudden flurry of light and feathers, bright white wings on Akarui's back were revealed.

"So, you really are going to try to take me by force?" Yami smirked. "Let me show you just what God has done to me."

Concentrating, Yami hunched forward, gripping tightly at his shoulders with crossed arms. Akarui was startled, but before he could make a move to get closer, Yami opened his eyes and shot a glare at him.

The rain continued to pour down on them, as Yami threw his head back in apparent pain. Ripping cloth could be heard, as what appeared to be wings sprouted from Yami's shoulder blades. The process seemed agonizing, as the wings ripped through the flesh of his back, finally tearing through the thing fabric of his shirt, and unfurling grandly in the rain.

Yami lowered his head again, and stood panting. The rain was soaking his wings, staining the ground red as the blood trickled off the feathers. Blood ran from the wounds in his back, turning Yami's shirt a deep red.

Akarui was left without words. The violent nature of it shocked him, as did the very feathers themselves. They were black. A rich ebony, as black as any ravens' wings.

"What…is this?" Akarui finally managed to stammer.

Yami began to walk towards Akarui, who seemed frozen in place. "This," he ran a hand lightly over a silky black wing. "This is the punishment from your God. The scars on my back are as much proof as the wings you see before you." Yami narrowed his eyes as he came near. "This is my fate…one I received because of the actions and perceived sins of another."

"I..." Akarui couldn't finish his words.

Yami tilted his head slightly. "You what? You don't believe your precious God could be capable of such a thing?" Yami raised a hand, and gently brushed the hair from Akarui's cheek. He leaned close, bringing his lips to Akarui's ear.

Whispering, Yami huskily said "Why would you deserve such beautiful white wings, while others receive only pain?" With his other hand, he trailed a finger over the arch of Akarui's wings.

Jolted back to his senses, Akarui flinched under his touch, jumping back.

"Oh? Are you sensitive there?" Yami grinned with a devilish look in his eye.

"I will bring you with me! I will not fail, no matter what you do to try to deceive me!" Akarui growled through his teeth before using his wings to propel himself straight at Yami.

Thunder crashed as the two found themselves locked together. Yami held fast to Akarui's wrists, catching them before they could grab hold of him. He wrenched them to the side, tossing Akarui to the ground. He swung a fist at him, but struck only the ground below. Akarui had quickly dodged out of the way, and flew above Yami's head. With a strong gust of wind, Yami sprung up into the air after him.

They fought each other in the rain for several minutes, neither seeming to gain an advantage over the other.

'Shit!' Akarui cursed himself as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He made another lunge towards Yami, but instead of going for his front, he swung around his back, and grabbed tightly to the base of one of Yami's wings, eliciting a cry of pain from the silver haired man.

"Damnit!" Yami snarled, but could do nothing as Akarui tossed him to the ground. The impact was bone crushing for any human, and it was a devastating blow for Yami.

Akarui landed softly next to him as Yami's wings disappeared in a flutter of black feathers. Akarui's wings also disappeared in the same manner, a downy feather falling on one of Yami's dirty hands. He looked up weakly at Akarui, his vision blurred and murky as blood from his forehead ran over his eyes. He soon found himself falling into darkness.

Akarui sighed heavily to himself. He looked down at the beaten Yami. The rain made the blood from his back run over his smooth flesh. Before he really realized it, Akarui found himself running his hand gently over the gashes.

Something seemed to stir in him when he did this, though he couldn't quite explain what it was. Startled by this reaction, he withdrew his hand quickly. Then, in one swift move, Akarui scooped up the unconscious Yami, and slowly began to make his way back to the little apartment, nestled in a small city in Japan, that he had been living in for his time on earth, taking the backstreets and dark ally ways to assure no one would see him.

"Seraphiel."

The light shone brightly through large glass windows. Before one of them stood Seraphiel, his wings almost glowing in the bright light.

"What is it, Gabriel?" He replied without turning around.

"Do you really think Akarui can complete this task?" Gabriel looked sternly at the back of Seraphiel with deep blue eyes.

"Do you not trust my judgement?"

Blushing, Gabriel quickly bowed, her brown hair just brushing past her chin. "I…I am sorry. I have just been worried about his progress."

"Would you rather I sent you?" Seraphiel smiled as he turned to face her.

Gabriel's cheeks were still flushed a deep red. "I would be humbled to serve you in any way possible. I would rather die than fail you."

Footsteps echoed off the marble floor as Seraphiel stood face to face with Gabriel. "You need not worry. I have confidence that Akarui will succeed. Gabriel, my most loyal Archangel, I will have bigger demands of you, in time."

"Yes, sir." She bowed before taking her leave of him.

'Gabriel,' Seraphiel thought to himself as he stared after her. 'You do not know just how important you are to me. You would give your life to protect me, and wouldn't hesitate to kill if it meant saving me. Both of these, you may someday have to do.'

On earth, Yami was just waking up, sore and in pain from his earlier fight with Akarui. His eyes fluttered open, and he sat up in an unfamiliar room.

'Hmm…so this must be where Akarui is staying. His taste is so boring.' Yami looked around for any sign of Akarui, and felt something sliding around his neck. Reaching up, he felt what seemed like a collar, and found a long chain was attached to it, which was further attached to the pipe of a radiator.

'Hmm? How is this supposed to hold me?' Yami mused as he tugged gently on the chain.

"It is magically sealed, you will not be able to break it."

Yami looked up to see Akarui, standing in the doorway of what must have been a bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Looking around more, Yami realized he was in the bedroom.

"It seems like a kinky way to keep me in check, don't you think?" Yami smirked.

Akarui could feel his cheeks grow hot, but he dismissed the thought. He instead picked up his clothes and started to go back into the bathroom.

"Do you even know why I am so sought after?" Yami snipped at him.

Akarui looked over his shoulder, drops of water sliding off his bangs. "That is of no concern to me. I was created for the purpose of doing the will of God. I do what is asked of me without question."

"How naive!" Yami sneered. "You are a slave to the one you call God, and you do not even know it."

Akarui glared with anger, and with fast movements he had slapped Yami across the face, sending him toppling to the ground.

With a smile, Yami licked at the blood that trickled from his mouth. "You struck me. Doesn't it feel good to get your rage out? Why would you have feelings only to keep them in check and subdue them? That seems like a cruel thing to do." Yami laughed at Akarui. "I do not envy you, dear Akarui. I do not serve this God, yet I have lived more than you will ever know. I am allowed to feel. I can desire things, hate things, love things…" Yami sat in such a way that he was on all fours, like a human child imitating a cat. "I can even give in to those physical desires and earnings that you have to keep hidden." Yami grinned seductively.

"Shut up!" Akarui lost his temper again, and in some ways this frightened him. "I do not feel such sinful things."

"Sinful? Haha, once again you are a fool!" Yami retorted. "I do not see how deriving pleasure from physical contact is a sin. Nor do I see how loving someone is a sin."

Akarui said nothing, and only looked at the carpet.

"Do you want me to tell you why I have been cursed with black wings?"

Akarui made no reply, though his silence seemed to speak volumes.

"My mother was one of your own. She was an angel, and she fell in love with my father. He was a daemon. Their shared love should have been fine, but since he was a daemon, he was always seen as evil, though it seems to be quite dependent on the individual, much the same as with angels." Yami leaned back against the radiator and closed his eyes. "Because they were in love, they had a child. That of course, was me. But their love for each other was vilified, and they were both killed by an Archangel. Something that wasn't a sin, and had nothing to do with me, was placed upon me anyway. I have neither angel nor daemon wings, I am alone, belonging to neither group. If I ever dare show those wings, a symbol of my parents, I am punished with pain, as you have already seen."

The room remained silent, as Akarui had no words to defend himself. He slowly walked to the bathroom, leaving Yami, who smirked as he left.

As soon as he was behind the closed door, Akarui leaned up against it and held his hand over his eyes.

'Who am I to question anything? My entire purpose for being is to serve God…' Akarui's mind raced with the things Yami had told him. 'But, it is true. These feelings, these desires, they torment me…' Akarui slumped to the floor. 'How can you see my soul so clearly, when I myself do not even know it. How can you do these things to me, make me feel this way?'

Akarui tangled his fingers in his hair as he held his head tightly. Yami, in such a short time, had already begun to make Akarui question all that he had known.

Dusk had soon fallen, and Yami peered out the window as he picked at the carpet idly. His silver hair reflected the red from the sunset, as it fell across his bare shoulders and chest, his shirt having long since been discarded.

He was shaken from his thoughts when he heard Akarui talk.

"Please, eat."

Akarui knelt before him, handing him a bowl of noodles with some sort of meat mixed in.

"You're feeding me now?" Yami raised an eyebrow.

"I am not to harm you any more than I have to. Otherwise, I am to be civil towards you."

Yami scoffed. "I see. So you are only doing this because you have to."

Akarui laughed softly. Yami eyed him curiously. "That is not the only reason I am doing this." Akarui gently smiled at Yami, the first smile Yami had seen from him.

"You are even more beautiful when you smile. You should do it more often." Yami commented.

"What?" Akarui was taken aback.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, yet." Yami chuckled. "You are very intriguing, I would like to learn more about you before you take me before your God."

Retreating into himself again, Akarui set the food down before Yami. "I will leave you now to eat." He rushed out of the room, having no desire to stay there any longer.

'Hmm…you are tormented inside, aren't you?' Yami pondered to himself as he watched Akarui's back. 'Well, you needn't worry, I will crack the shell you have placed around yourself.'

When the dishes were clean and the moon was high in the night sky, Akarui retired to bed. As he crawled under the sheets, however, Yami spoke.

"Where am I to sleep?" He grinned.

"You will sleep where you have been placed." Akarui turned his back on Yami.

"On the floor? Now that doesn't seem very civil to me. I don't even have sheets, what shall I do if I find myself waking up cold?" Yami sarcastically replied.

With an exasperated sigh, Akarui found himself bringing Yami what he asked for. "These should be enough to get you through the night," he said as he leaned down to set the sheets and a pillow at Yami's feet.

"Well, I am not too sure about that…" Yami whispered as he let a soft hand slip over one of Akarui's.

Akarui blushed and quickly tore his hand away. "Please, do not do such things anymore!"

"But you want them, don't you? I can see the longing in your eyes for someone to touch you, for someone to love you…" Yami narrowed his eyes and looked at Akarui with a smirk. "It seems I know you better than you know yourself!" He laughed.

Akarui clenched his fists and his eyes were hidden under dark bangs.

"How lonely it must be to be forbidden the contact of another." Yami stated.

"And are you not denied some of the things you want as well?" Akarui tried to turn the argument around.

"Well, that is very insightful." He grinned. "There are certainly things I want that I am denied. You are one such thing. Though of course, I can not have you because of the restrictions placed upon you, so once again the problem stems from you not being able to…"

Akarui turned on his heels and went back to bed before Yami could finish. Silence descended on the room as neither said anything for a time.

Akarui had almost fallen asleep when he heard rustling from Yami's direction. Turning over, he squinted to see in the dark.

Yami had sat up and was sitting near one of the windows in the room, staring outside. Light from the streetlamps illuminated him and made his silver hair glow.

"What is it like to live on earth?" Akarui whispered, half asleep.

Yami perked up at the sound of his voice. He smiled lightly. "Well…"

And so the night wore on, with Yami telling about his life, and Akarui listening to it all. He learned of how Yami had to constantly be on the move, never staying with anyone for too long. He aged much slower than humans, so stayed alone for most of his life, just another aspect of the punishment he received. Even if he could ever have found someone, he would have had to suffer the pain of watching them grow old and die.

Yet he also talked about the good times he had, in those rare moments he was almost human.

"It must be nice…" Akarui mumbled as he slipped into much needed sleep.

Yami shifted slightly to look over his shoulder at Akarui's sleeping form in the darkness. "Yes, if only you could experience it someday…"

So, what'd you think so far? I have the second chapter, but I'm going to see if there is any interest in my story in the first place, lol! Hope to see you all soon!