O.o wow- my first Angel Sanctuary fic... what can I say? I'm not an expert
on the series- so don't flame me... just don't read it if you don't like
it! Um... I watched the OAV... then decided to do some of my own "research"
and I know SOME stuff. Well- as much as someone who hasn't read the manga
herself can know!
Damn -_-. I don't think I'm giving myself any credit at all -_-. STOP IT, HANA!
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel Sanctuary... I don't own the bishies Kira and Setsuna- nor Alexiel... and I hell-a don't EVER wanna own Sara... so there it is. ^_^. Be warned, this story can have some crude themes... some blood, some sex, and even that little annoying Mokona from Rayearth ((actually, I don't think so. He's strange.... o.o))
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/.../: Thoughts
Gardenia: "Shadows on My Wall"
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"Beautiful Nanatsusaya..." Her voice filled his mind- a beautiful voice like the strings of a harp. "Awaken, my love..."
A single silhouette seemed to be fluttering into his vision and he didn't mind. It was her- the angel that had been condemned- the angel that had been cast aside during the struggles far away from where he was- with her. Long locks cast shadows over his eyes; her shape was becoming more and more clear in his vision.
/It's... it's really.../
"Yes, it's me..." The beautiful angel whispered, her body floating closely near him- taking his chin in her hand, tilting his face up to meet hers. "Now awaken, my love. I'm waiting for you..."
"But..." The male stuttered out; he was oblivious to the confusion written on his face.
"Hush, darling..." Her lips leaned in for a gentle kiss that tasted of honeydew. But was he imagining it? All the man could see was her beautifully sculptured face and dark eyelashes that fit perfectly with the pale color of her skin. "I trust that you'll come back to me some day... soon... my dear Nanatsusaya..."
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A sweat drenched teen lay still in his silent surroundings- well, almost silent. In the streets below he could hear the noise- the never ending noise that he'd grown so accustomed to over the years. It was like another world out there- a dark void of nothingness but fights and drugs.
/Hmph.../ He heard the thump on the wall behind his queen size bed- and another thump- and a moan. Another sound he'd become so used to. This is what his life had become, right? Lonesome and boring; listening only to the convenient store being robbed and the pleasure filled moans of the neighbor's wife in the dark. /Ah- another Tokyo night./
Kira closed his eyes and absently reached over to the black nightstand, picking up a pack of cigarettes along with the lighter resting atop the box. The usual routine of an insomniac- well that was the way he would have loved to see it. His fingers busied themselves and only stopped when a lit cigarette was held in place by tender lips.
/Sara used to call them Cancer Sticks./ The thought lazily drifted into his mind and he found himself immediately irritated. /Sara./ The name was tauntingly flashed in his mind. /Thank GOD she's.../ Kira frowned, lifting his hand up to his cigarette and flicking the ashes onto the wooden floor besides his bed- which conveniently served as a perfect ashtray.
But he still remembered when it had happened. Fresh in his mind- so vivid were the colors in his memories that he was somewhat ashamed to say his fright of how they could replay. But those memories were the ones that reminded him of everything he'd lost- everything that he had held dear was shattered and ripped to shreds when those visions flooded back. Every time.
)*flashback*(
Her slender form seemed to stand still in that single second- almost as if something was willing her to stay there- holding her in the way of the impeding danger.
And when it finally happened- it was breathtakingly beautiful in his eyes. Seeing the shreds being pulled away from her- seeing the blood drops pour from her enticing wound, seeing the way her body fell lifeless and seductively to the ground. He had enjoyed it like it had been another drug that was filling every vein in his body.
But the one he cared for had not enjoyed it. The sandy haired male fell to his knees- body shivering and shaking in anger and fury. Sara was dead before his eyes. His incestuous love partner was dead before there were any good byes or before he even gave up consent for her mortal being to pass away. The tears that began to pour from his eyes were like the whimpers of his soul- and Kira could do nothing to comfort him. It wasn't his place.
Instead all he could do was watch as Setsuna broke down into silent tears. Those were tears of anguish and pain- as well as the tears of revenge and vengeance- all of which the blond knew nothing of.
And Kira could feel it all- in his body and in his mind. He could feel the life force of the one he cared about- all of the emotions cursing through him. Then it seemed to be a blur to him- too many feelings- too many emotions- then suddenly- they were void. All that was there was uncontrollable and undeniable anger. Anger so swift and enrapturing that Setsuna was consumed in it; his limber body stood abruptly, pinning the murderer to the ground and starting his painful execution.
All that was left afterwards was a pulp that had once been called a human being. It was a carcass of bones and blood- clumps of flesh were thrown about. Setsuna had ripped the man apart- ripped everything apart. Not his clothes- but his skin- his intestines. All of what was once the man was disintegrated in the blonde's rage. And now the teenager sat a top the bloody mess breathing heavily but calmly, hands, face, body, hair covered in a drying maroon fluid Kira knew so well.
"Setsuna." Was all the tall teen said as the wind carried the scent of two fresh deaths in his direction. The blond shivered as a breeze swept by him, ruffling his locks and making strands of blood drenched hair fall into his eyes.
"Sara..." He whispered, looking at the delicate form of his sister only feet away. "Sara, I..." He whimpered out, looking down at his bloody hands and down at his work.
/Setsuna.../ Kira looked down at the female body and sighed. If this was how Heaven would want it- then that was how it would be. But hell would probably freeze over before Setsuna was to accept it. /Setsuna- stop looking at her.../ The dark haired male took a swift step forward and picked up the shivering blond, pulling him away gently.
"Iie..." The teen whispered into Kira's chest- softly trying to pull away. "Iie- Sara- I have to..." And with a sudden spring of energy he pulled away from Kira's increasingly strong grip, running to the still form of his sibling. "Sara- Sara- open your eyes, onegai..." His blood encrusted fingers tangled themselves in the girl's hair, pleading to her. "Open your eyes..." Even under his fingernails was the gore from his victim. "Sara..." Setsuna was starting to smile and chuckle. "Thank god you opened your eyes- I was getting so worried..."
At this Kira's eyes narrowed. /Please, Setsuna- stop it.../ "C'mon, Setsuna- we have to go." But reality was sinking in to the standing teenager. It had been the trauma.
"No- Sara is barely just waking up- aw- what a pretty smile." His fingertips traced over the female's lifeless lips. "Can I kiss you?" Setsuna smiled and looked up at Kira. "Yeah- I don't think Kira would mind if we kiss in front of him- he knows how happy I am that you're awake." He looked down at the girl that was seemingly talking to him. "Aishitaru, Sara..." And Setsuna leaned in for a gentle kiss.
/Setsuna.../
)*end flashback*(
That had been six months before. And what was Kira left with? A life of solitude and loneliness sparked mainly from what happened to Setsuna in the end. The police found him. They saw what had happened. A bullet to Sara's heart drove her brother insane. He mutilated the killer. He started talking to his dead sister. He was in a "rehabilitation center".
What Kira felt and knew, though, was still haunting him. He had thought it was beautiful- her death. Seeing what had been jealousy in his life finally killed had been the best feeling he'd ever had- a weight lifted off his shoulders and finally gone. In those seconds after her body had fallen limp on the floor, his heart was rejoicing. Setsuna was finally within grasp...
But that had been months ago. The one his body and soul lusted after was in a padded room, starring at a white wall, talking to himself.
And now these dreams that he was having were only starting to make him angry and upset inside. Dreams of Alexiel calling to him, kissing his lips- sometimes making love to him. They were getting to the point to where Kira doubted his sanity. She was beautiful there, as naked as the day she was created, and fluttering wings behind her shedding a single feather from time to time.
The dreams were becoming increasingly frequent, sometimes filling the whole of his sleeping night. All the while Alexiel was calling to him and said she was waiting for him. What did it mean?
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Tsk tsk- what is Kira to do? [laughs evilly] muahahahaha!
No Updates till 5!
NEXT CHAPTER: What Kira has been up to since the... incident.
Damn -_-. I don't think I'm giving myself any credit at all -_-. STOP IT, HANA!
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel Sanctuary... I don't own the bishies Kira and Setsuna- nor Alexiel... and I hell-a don't EVER wanna own Sara... so there it is. ^_^. Be warned, this story can have some crude themes... some blood, some sex, and even that little annoying Mokona from Rayearth ((actually, I don't think so. He's strange.... o.o))
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/.../: Thoughts
Gardenia: "Shadows on My Wall"
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"Beautiful Nanatsusaya..." Her voice filled his mind- a beautiful voice like the strings of a harp. "Awaken, my love..."
A single silhouette seemed to be fluttering into his vision and he didn't mind. It was her- the angel that had been condemned- the angel that had been cast aside during the struggles far away from where he was- with her. Long locks cast shadows over his eyes; her shape was becoming more and more clear in his vision.
/It's... it's really.../
"Yes, it's me..." The beautiful angel whispered, her body floating closely near him- taking his chin in her hand, tilting his face up to meet hers. "Now awaken, my love. I'm waiting for you..."
"But..." The male stuttered out; he was oblivious to the confusion written on his face.
"Hush, darling..." Her lips leaned in for a gentle kiss that tasted of honeydew. But was he imagining it? All the man could see was her beautifully sculptured face and dark eyelashes that fit perfectly with the pale color of her skin. "I trust that you'll come back to me some day... soon... my dear Nanatsusaya..."
~*~*~
A sweat drenched teen lay still in his silent surroundings- well, almost silent. In the streets below he could hear the noise- the never ending noise that he'd grown so accustomed to over the years. It was like another world out there- a dark void of nothingness but fights and drugs.
/Hmph.../ He heard the thump on the wall behind his queen size bed- and another thump- and a moan. Another sound he'd become so used to. This is what his life had become, right? Lonesome and boring; listening only to the convenient store being robbed and the pleasure filled moans of the neighbor's wife in the dark. /Ah- another Tokyo night./
Kira closed his eyes and absently reached over to the black nightstand, picking up a pack of cigarettes along with the lighter resting atop the box. The usual routine of an insomniac- well that was the way he would have loved to see it. His fingers busied themselves and only stopped when a lit cigarette was held in place by tender lips.
/Sara used to call them Cancer Sticks./ The thought lazily drifted into his mind and he found himself immediately irritated. /Sara./ The name was tauntingly flashed in his mind. /Thank GOD she's.../ Kira frowned, lifting his hand up to his cigarette and flicking the ashes onto the wooden floor besides his bed- which conveniently served as a perfect ashtray.
But he still remembered when it had happened. Fresh in his mind- so vivid were the colors in his memories that he was somewhat ashamed to say his fright of how they could replay. But those memories were the ones that reminded him of everything he'd lost- everything that he had held dear was shattered and ripped to shreds when those visions flooded back. Every time.
)*flashback*(
Her slender form seemed to stand still in that single second- almost as if something was willing her to stay there- holding her in the way of the impeding danger.
And when it finally happened- it was breathtakingly beautiful in his eyes. Seeing the shreds being pulled away from her- seeing the blood drops pour from her enticing wound, seeing the way her body fell lifeless and seductively to the ground. He had enjoyed it like it had been another drug that was filling every vein in his body.
But the one he cared for had not enjoyed it. The sandy haired male fell to his knees- body shivering and shaking in anger and fury. Sara was dead before his eyes. His incestuous love partner was dead before there were any good byes or before he even gave up consent for her mortal being to pass away. The tears that began to pour from his eyes were like the whimpers of his soul- and Kira could do nothing to comfort him. It wasn't his place.
Instead all he could do was watch as Setsuna broke down into silent tears. Those were tears of anguish and pain- as well as the tears of revenge and vengeance- all of which the blond knew nothing of.
And Kira could feel it all- in his body and in his mind. He could feel the life force of the one he cared about- all of the emotions cursing through him. Then it seemed to be a blur to him- too many feelings- too many emotions- then suddenly- they were void. All that was there was uncontrollable and undeniable anger. Anger so swift and enrapturing that Setsuna was consumed in it; his limber body stood abruptly, pinning the murderer to the ground and starting his painful execution.
All that was left afterwards was a pulp that had once been called a human being. It was a carcass of bones and blood- clumps of flesh were thrown about. Setsuna had ripped the man apart- ripped everything apart. Not his clothes- but his skin- his intestines. All of what was once the man was disintegrated in the blonde's rage. And now the teenager sat a top the bloody mess breathing heavily but calmly, hands, face, body, hair covered in a drying maroon fluid Kira knew so well.
"Setsuna." Was all the tall teen said as the wind carried the scent of two fresh deaths in his direction. The blond shivered as a breeze swept by him, ruffling his locks and making strands of blood drenched hair fall into his eyes.
"Sara..." He whispered, looking at the delicate form of his sister only feet away. "Sara, I..." He whimpered out, looking down at his bloody hands and down at his work.
/Setsuna.../ Kira looked down at the female body and sighed. If this was how Heaven would want it- then that was how it would be. But hell would probably freeze over before Setsuna was to accept it. /Setsuna- stop looking at her.../ The dark haired male took a swift step forward and picked up the shivering blond, pulling him away gently.
"Iie..." The teen whispered into Kira's chest- softly trying to pull away. "Iie- Sara- I have to..." And with a sudden spring of energy he pulled away from Kira's increasingly strong grip, running to the still form of his sibling. "Sara- Sara- open your eyes, onegai..." His blood encrusted fingers tangled themselves in the girl's hair, pleading to her. "Open your eyes..." Even under his fingernails was the gore from his victim. "Sara..." Setsuna was starting to smile and chuckle. "Thank god you opened your eyes- I was getting so worried..."
At this Kira's eyes narrowed. /Please, Setsuna- stop it.../ "C'mon, Setsuna- we have to go." But reality was sinking in to the standing teenager. It had been the trauma.
"No- Sara is barely just waking up- aw- what a pretty smile." His fingertips traced over the female's lifeless lips. "Can I kiss you?" Setsuna smiled and looked up at Kira. "Yeah- I don't think Kira would mind if we kiss in front of him- he knows how happy I am that you're awake." He looked down at the girl that was seemingly talking to him. "Aishitaru, Sara..." And Setsuna leaned in for a gentle kiss.
/Setsuna.../
)*end flashback*(
That had been six months before. And what was Kira left with? A life of solitude and loneliness sparked mainly from what happened to Setsuna in the end. The police found him. They saw what had happened. A bullet to Sara's heart drove her brother insane. He mutilated the killer. He started talking to his dead sister. He was in a "rehabilitation center".
What Kira felt and knew, though, was still haunting him. He had thought it was beautiful- her death. Seeing what had been jealousy in his life finally killed had been the best feeling he'd ever had- a weight lifted off his shoulders and finally gone. In those seconds after her body had fallen limp on the floor, his heart was rejoicing. Setsuna was finally within grasp...
But that had been months ago. The one his body and soul lusted after was in a padded room, starring at a white wall, talking to himself.
And now these dreams that he was having were only starting to make him angry and upset inside. Dreams of Alexiel calling to him, kissing his lips- sometimes making love to him. They were getting to the point to where Kira doubted his sanity. She was beautiful there, as naked as the day she was created, and fluttering wings behind her shedding a single feather from time to time.
The dreams were becoming increasingly frequent, sometimes filling the whole of his sleeping night. All the while Alexiel was calling to him and said she was waiting for him. What did it mean?
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Tsk tsk- what is Kira to do? [laughs evilly] muahahahaha!
No Updates till 5!
NEXT CHAPTER: What Kira has been up to since the... incident.