With writer's block on Redemption of a Weapon, I'm gonna take a break and write this story. Hopefully, you guys'll like it. So, without anymore chit-chat, here's the first chapter!
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Disclaimer: Only thing not owned in this fanfic is the Storm Hawks world and everything within.
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First Masquerade: Of Dreams and Black Roses
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Nervousness ran through him as he sat in the empty ballroom, glancing at the dimly lit portraits that seem to cast disapproving glares upon him. He toyed with the lace at the end of one of his long sleeves, then fussed with the black rose behind his ear, wondering if the one he waited for would truly appear.
Suddenly, the young man felt horribly inadequate. Compared to this man, who seemed to be the shadows themselves, and as lithe as a panther, who was he? A pale, skinny teen, that's what. Yet, his nightly visitor seemed not to care.
Now playing anxiously with the edge of his shirt, he glanced over longingly at the grandfather clock.
It read 11:55.
Soon it would be midnight, and soon he would appear.
The young teen gave himself a once over, yet again, to make sure he was presentable, before rising to walk over to the door. With a soft, "click," it locked.
His breath hitched when he felt a hand on his shoulder, the other finding its way to rest on his stomach.
A light kiss upon his cheek followed by one on his neck was all the greeting he needed to know that it was him. He nearly lost his breath when he was spun around in his visitor's arms all of a sudden, but found it all worth it when he was brought into the warmth of the other's strong embrace.
Whispered words came forth, a nod from the teen the needed reply. Looking up, the teen was slightly saddened to see that, as always, the top half of the man's face was covered by a mask. He was about to say something, when a gloved finger came up to his lips to silence him.
The smile upon the man's lips told the boy that he knew what he wanted, he just couldn't give it to him just yet.
Smiling sadly, the teen nodded. The man removed his finger from the other's lips only to take one of his hands up and gently lead him further into the ballroom. A snap of his fingers, and music began to play from somewhere.
Hours passed as the two danced, the mood between the two lighter than before. A cheerful expression had graced the younger's features and seemingly refused to leave, and even a few cheerful laughs had surfaced. The elder had a small smile on his own face.
He leaned down to whisper something into the younger's ear...
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Aerrow woke up with a start. It was always right there that he woke up, when that man whispered those words into his ear.
Wait for me, my Queen, for I shall come for you.
The voice was hauntingly familiar, yet he couldn't place it while awake. Not that he'd want to, with such a disturbing dream being where the person was from.
Is it really so disturbing? the annoying little voice of reason in his head decided to chime in his head. In all honesty, you really seemed to enjoy it.
True, his dream self seemed to, but would he? In reality, he could never see himself wearing anything so...lacy...as that shirt. Nor had he danced like that in years - last time was for the Sky Knight Academy graduation ball.
Ah, but that's your DREAM self. What about your REAL self? his voice of reason asked.
Sighing, he hopped out of his bed, his aim to go over to the window to open it and let some air in, hoping to clear his thoughts a bit, only to freeze in near horror at what he found.
Wedged between the glass and the frame...was a single black rose...
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