Title: A travers les ages (Across the Ages)
Chapter: prologue (1/7)
Author: Yukiko Angel, goddess of destruction.
Pairings: Mainly Seto/Jou. other pairing will change with each chapter.
Rating: NC-17 Beta: Jennie Spoilers: probably Disclaimer: will contain sex in later chapters Post on : http: http:adultfan. http: on all the yahoo.group I participate in. Summary : prologue : A golden angel cries in the rain over his broken relationship.

AN : I had this on my mind for a moment but I never had the guts to write it. Then, I told myself : Why not ? The title is in French since I am.

Thanks to my muse : Dream Katsuya, one of my dear friends, and to Maggiemay-san, who I respect dearly and whose fics I love

the is part of future chapters.


À Travers Les Âges.


The rain fell down on the lonely body of the frozen teen. He was cold ; not from the weather, but from the words so harshly spoken to him earlier.

"Swear to me you'll always love me."

"Swear to me you'll never leave me."

Two strongs arms surrounded his waist, their torsos still wet from their spent passion.

" I promise to you, I'll never leave you. Never," the hoarse voice murmured before falling asleep.

"And I promise I will stay by your side until you do not need me anymore. But never will I stop loving you. Only for you my master, my High Priest, my love.

He was crying, crying all the tears he had. He wanted to remove that cold that had settled around his heart. That ice that was burning him from the inside.

"What idiocy are you spouting ? Cold cannot burn, it is cold, period."

"No, it can burn too."

" So prove it to me; show me something that is cold and can burn."

" Your eyes are as cold as eternal ice but they burn my soul."

The golden angel laughed before his dragon pounced on him,
trapping him on the bed.

" Little demon ..."

"Oui, but your little demon…"

His eyes red from too much crying, his body empty of all tears the teen stayed there, shaking every once in a while from some lost sob. The rainfalling on the young man seemed to share his tears with him, understanding his sorrow.

Sometime later, the moon would show her pale light, shining down in sympathy on the heartbroken little sun angel, whose light was slowly extinguishing. If only, she thought. If only history could stop for once.


AN : The other chapters are already put down on paper,they just need to be typed, corrected (badly need that) and posted.