Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei and all characters, etc. belong to Yoko Matsushita – I'm just borrowing them for a little while.
Author's Rant: Wah! This is my first random shot at YnM fanfiction...And I'm still a newbie at this. I just discovered that it is really hard to write fanfiction, albeit the fact that I was penning this on my bed in the dead of the dark night (no pun intended) with only the torch from my cellphone for light. Anyways, dozo yorushiku, and please R&R!
Genre: General/Angst
Warnings: Violence and shonen-ai; implied themes. (Please note that "shonen-ai" technically translates as "boys' love" not "boy love". There is a difference.)
Summary: Set in an alternate universe, this is a depiction of a fateful night in the series of Yami no Matsuei.
Prologue
The moon is a hazy red globe, as if red dust had been thrown into the sky and now hangs, a red shroud across the silver complexion. The translucent veil shifts in the wind, casting light and shadow into a dance across the swaying treetops. The limbs rustle softly, shaking the clusters of flowers that glow against the dark. The breaths capture the dislodged petals, throwing the pale pieces into a frenzied flight. Swirling, twirling, twisting, the confetti flutters in ghostly rainfall blanketing two figures hiding beneath the weeping branches. The night is still with a fearful sacredness. The two bodies entwine, tangling in strange contours of unnatural intimacy. The breeze inhales and exhales in agitation. The sounds emit as painful gasps, lustful moans, tearful whimpers, possessive mutters, pleading cries, pleading, pleading, pleading. The darkness holds its breath in sudden anticipation. Silence oppresses the labored breathing of quiet sobs. The scene is like that of a sickeningly beautiful, surreal painting. A startled bird takes flight, wings clacking like thunder in the emptiness. A snicker, a grunt. A gasp, hitched high. Nerves, emotions, thoughts explode in a reluctant mind blinded by the perverted overtones. The phantasy shatters as false serenity implodes. A faint but intensifying red glare, pulsating like the shuddering bodies. A bloodcurdling scream spears through the quivering night. The bloody visage wavers in the dark heavens.
A pair of amethyst eyes slides open, clouding over in anxiety. A frown adorns the face, turning to gaze into the darkness as the being sat atop a brick wall. Something, someone...Terrified, abandoned, violated...Dying in a merciless prison. A troubled conscience reaches out, seeking to comfort the tormented, as the dark eyes flare with momentary anger. But finding nothing, the mind suddenly recalls the restrictions and reluctantly withdraws from the human realm. The vivid eyes dim with disappointment as a hand combs through chocolate-brown hair, and all the while a voice wonders aloud in subdued concern. Sighing, the resigned figure leaps agilely from its perch. A pair of majestic gray wings unfurls upon its back, beating strongly as the individual soars upwards. Turning to glance around the landscape, the brows again crease with a fleeing worry before the mouth curls in a small smile that does not reach the unforgiving, sad eyes. After a frozen moment, the being spins around and speeds towards the stars as if wishing to escape the aftertaste of unpleasant memories and nightmares.
Emerald eyes gaze skyward, shimmering with tears as dawn approaches.
Dozo! First YnM ever! (pops a champagne cork) So, should we continue? Or should I leave you hanging?
