Death Angel ~X~ Devil II

Chapter I

Billows of smoke and dust ravaged through my nostrils as I lay flat on the ground. Beside me, was the captain's body-- all bloody and almost unrecognizable. A mortar had landed and exploded in close proximity, killing almost half of the entire unit. I can only lay on the side, feeling helpless for the demise of my teammates. A bullet just went through my shoulder, my nose is broken and the lower half of my face was fatally wounded, though not as bad as what happened to the captain and the rest of the team, I was bleeding as well. Some shrapnel went flying to me, and as the captain was about to run for me the damn artillery landed just in time. A mix of his blood and my own splattered all over my face, yet I couldn't even move a finger, and I feel so helpless for the captain who had been like a father to me. I silently prayed for their souls' peaceful rest as tears ran down my face. I prayed for the safety of everyone, and for protection, for in my situation right now, it looks like I still have to pray harder.

"Sorry, corporal, the captain is my first priority and you know that rule!"

"Screw the rules! I don't know if you're blind or just plain dumb but as you can see the captain's dead and Pfc. Dragunov is still alive and is the one that needed help!"

I heard the corporal and the medic argue over who shall be saved first, but the medic didn't listen and turned to run towards the captain's lifeless body instead.

"BOOM!"

Another mortar had exploded this time directly hitting the medic. His body exploded in such a gory fashion I had to close my eyes. Everyone screamed and cursed as they continued to find a more dependable cover. Sensing that it was his opportunity, the corporal ran towards the medic's kit which was miraculously spared along with the lower half of his body. I heard hurried footsteps coming in to my direction, it was the corporal with the said kit in his hands. He knelt beside me and started rummaging through the bag of medical tools to patch me up.

"Stay with me, okay? This ain't gonna last long..." he yelled amidst all the deafening sounds of gunfire. I just swallowed hard, thinking that if I died today, I wish I could've paid a last visit to my father's grave and told him all the things I needed to get off my chest. I cringed and clenched my teeth as the antiseptic liquid trickled through my open wounds. I can see through my almost closed eyes that everyone was still running for cover. "Not so pretty now, I guess..." he joked, but it wasn't one for me to laugh at, because I honestly think that's what really is. As he was cleaning up the blood in my mouth the lieutenant suddenly appeared from the debris-filled horizon, ordering everyone to retreat.

"Corporal, he's not gonna make it, leave him alone and find cover!" The lieutenant yelled as he ran with the rest of the remaining allies.

"Go... leave..." I managed to whisper.

"No way, don't listen to him, we are not going to die here!" he said angrily as he continued to patch up the lower half of my face as the rest of the allies ran back to the western trench. "Run, corporal! We're outnumbered here in the open!" one soldier yelled as he ran along with the others. But the corporal didn't listen, and finally finished putting a gauze on my mouth even though his patching up wasn't as good as the medic's, but what do you expect? It's not his job, time is of the essence and at least I still got cleaned up. "Done, now let's go before we end up like the captain or the medic." He said as he carried me into his arms and stood up. Bringing his AK-47 along, he went for the safety of the trench. The lieutenant caught up with us and nudged the corporal on the shoulder. "You just can't get your hands off him, don't you?"

He ignored the lieutenant and continued running to safety. "If I can't make it, at least you have to." He said under his breath. We were inches from the trench when he dropped me onto the ground, making me roll towards the other members of the unit who were taking cover in the trench. They caught me and pulled me down so that the sandbags can fully protect my body. I just couldn't stop crying in silence. Four bullets went right through his abdomen as he slumped onto the earth, staining it with his blood. He was still trying to get up and crawl towards the rest of us. The others have already pulled him with us as well, as they tried to keep the pressure on his wounds.

With his last ounce of strength, he pulled his dog tags from his neck. The tags were supposed to be given to the lieutenant, but instead he was reaching them towards me as I watched the rest of the team do their best to revive the corporal while the others defended the trench. He was already choking and spurting blood from his mouth, and his hand was still reaching for me. "Keep... this...", and as he said those horrible, horrible words, I woke up.

"DON'T SAY THAT!" I screamed as I suddenly sat up from the bed, panting heavily. Beads of sweat had formed in my forehead, as I covered my face with my hands. I realized that it was only a dream, which was really more of a flashback.

"Don't say what?" Kazuya said. He was also sitting up and judging by the light of the full moon, I can see that he had a surprised look on his face. His glowing right eye illuminated in the darkness of the room. "Are you okay?" He asked as he yawned and scratched his eyes, putting out the red glow for a moment. "Nah, just a bad dream." I said as I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. "Mind telling me what you dreamt?" He asked. I can't believe that a guy like him can act like a five-year-old at times, specially now.

"No." I replied as I laid back down.

"Say, it's kinda hot tonight, isn't it?" He asked seductively. I know what he was implementing, but I think I have to pass. I'm not in the mood to mess with him tonight, specially with that rather detailed flashback. Besides, it's already one in the morning and I'm dead tired from all those grueling hours of travel from Moscow to Tokyo. I just arrived this afternoon. During the flight, I wished I had the ability to teleport so that I wouldn't deal with jetlag and all the annoyance of talkative passengers. I just couldn't get used to it, I guess.

"Is it? Should I open the windows?" I asked sarcastically as I covered my face with my blanket. "Come on, why do you have to be such a bitch?" He asked with a tone of disappointment in his voice. Knowing what he really is requires great heights of intimacy, and it makes me shake my head in disbelief. He suddenly pulled the blanket off my face and planted a kiss on my lips so I had to push his face back.

"What the f-?"

"Hold your devil horses, devil boy. I'm already tired."

He pulled my hand away from his face and laid back down. As he comforted himself onto the bed, he turned to face me. "But can I at least put my arms around you?" Geez, I just can't believe how much of a hard candy this guy is. All hard and tough outside and when you get to the core he gets all mushy and does things that can either a.) Annoy you, or b.) Turn you on. He can really get me out of character.

"Fine, but don't get your hands anywhere than my waist..."

"Uh... not so sure about that."

"Don't you dare..."

"Try me."

I didn't have to, his hands were already roaming my body. He got up and pinned me down, I couldn't even struggle to break free. And things happened really fast. Before I knew it he was already doing his business with me. "Please be so kind and lube up."

When he got inside, for some reason I didn't feel so tired at all anymore. "D-did you really miss me... that much?" I said in between moans. He didn't answer me directly, instead, he replied with a threat. "Stop making those erotic faces or I'll bite you."

I don't mind if he did. But I wasn't making any effort at all to make those faces, wasn't I?