This is a cowritten fic between me and IridescentHeart, so I hope you enjoy. ;) Chapters will come as fast as we can write them, so please be patient.
The male was a calm, quiet creature. He did his duties well, bothered no one else, and kept to himself. His skin was white as snow, just as it should have been, but the wings spreading like failed shreads of shadows into the blue sky marked him as different. Tensa, for that was his name, was no ordinary angel. Where most of his kind had blonde hair, white wings, and pale, gentle eyes, Tensa was given dark hair, deep blue eyes that seemed to know no end, and worst of all, black wings, an angel's worst fear.
But he bothered no one, did his job, and that was why he was allowed to stay. That was why he was accepted as an angel, a Giver of Light and Peace. And it was now that he was performing another duty, just like he was supposed to. It was so ingrained into his being that he did it without question, without so much as a twinge of a second thought. Tensa was told, and he did his job perfectly everytime.
But something was different this time around. The cloaked man, who was more like a teenager than anything else, landed softly in the grass below him. Those black wisps of forgotten shadows fluttered behind him before pressing up against his back. Tensa murmured something softly, the words a sweet lilt in the night air. It was warm around him, a gentle breeze stirring up the grass and moonlit water. He dropped down to view the softly flowing stream, the silver dancing along the surface reflecting in his still eyes. The night was lovely, everything set in an almost serene peace, just as it should have been.
Tensa sank onto his knees, reaching out to touch the surface gently. A silvery ripple spread from the drop that fell from his fingertip, and for once in a long while, he felt at peace as well. No other angels to whisper about him, even though it was forbidden. No one to tell him what he could and could not do.
It was almost too good to be true.
Pale fingers lifted the silver pool of water to his lips, but even then he hesitated. The water didn't touch his lips, nor did it make it past his chin. Tensa lowered his hands to let the life-giving liquid drip back down from where it came. He did not need to drink it, for taking what he did not need was a sin. The angel looked up at the star-speckled sky, a calm look flitting across his features. Almost unconsciously, his wings spread out behind him, stretching as they relished in the grasped moments of calm. A sigh of delight left him, his blue eyes sliding shut.
In mere seconds, whatever peace he had been feeling was taken away from him. An arm curled harshly around his throat, yanking him back. The force would have knocked out a human, if he had been one. Tensa managed a strangled gasp as he was held suspended above the ground, his wing pressed uncomfortably against his back, toes barely brushing the blades of grass at his feet. The air-restricting hold was suddenly gone, whoever that had been holding him tossing Tensa onto the ground.
He would have immediately gotten up, but even an angel's strength only went so far. Tensa's wing fluttered, trying to straighten itself. All of a sudden, a firm grip yanked at the base, causing the angel to cry out in pain. He was dropped again, only to roll away from his attacker. Blue eyes lifted to see an incredibly pale body, large golden wings branched out behind them.
They matched his attacker's eyes.
A sadistic grin was plastered across that face, Tensa seeing the flash of crimson-colored nails in the moonlight around him. The young angel sat frozen for a moment; he recognized this angel, or at least his counterpart. And with that revelation, he knew who he was; Hichigo, a fallen angel, banned from the skies with his acts of sin.
But his twin brother still roamed the air, free and light. Ichigo, as the angel was called, was Hichigo's brother, and they appeared to be the same. In truth, where Ichigo was noble, kind, and protective of his friends, Hichigo had always been a dark, evil one who would have been better off as an angel of Darkness. And it was with these thoughts that Tensa attempted to get away, but he didn't get far.
Hichigo's hands forced him onto the ground, face pressed demeaningly against the grass. The angel struggled, attempting every feeble little thing to escape from his captor's grasp. It wasn't until crimson nails and cold hands wrapped around his right wing that he paused in his struggle. "Y-you wouldn't!" The once soft, calm voice cried out in dismay.
"Flight is for those who are free," the cruel voice said mockingly. "But now you are mine." And with that, Hichigo twisted, crushed, and yanked as hard as he could. Tensa cried out in horrible agony at the feeling of his wing being taken away from him. With a final scream, the once-angel collasped unconscious on the ground, now known as a fallen.
Tensa shuddered as he pulled himself back into wakefulness. There was pain dancing through the fragile angel's back, and he almost grew sick with the strain; he had never felt pain before in his short time. The feeling of cold seeped into his skin, the touch of cold metal digging dangerously into his wrists and ankles. Tensa whimpered as he tried to stretch his broken wing. And he began to cry as he realized not one, but both of his once-glorious wings were shattered.
He was now a fallen angel, lost to the skies above.
The angel collapsed against the ground, suddenly realizing that not only his wrists and ankles were bound, but there was also a heavy chain around his throat. But those were the least of his two concerns; the first was his mind wondering where Hichigo was. The second was the sudden realization that all of his clothes were gone. Shivering, Tensa attempted to hide himself; it was a sin to show off one's body. But wait, he was no longer an angel.
The sound of echoing footsteps hit his ears. Glowing blue eyes lifted to view the seemingly endless swath of black before him. Tensa spotted the albino just outside his limited vision, beginning to tremble violently. What was Hichigo's intention? Would his life he over? It practically was, now that his wings were broken.
"Don't," chapped, bloodied lips whispered quietly. Muscles weak, his body relaxed back against the floor, numbness creeping into his exposed skin. "I haven't even done anything yet," the voice said cruelly, the words barely concealing a purr.
Tensa cried out as a foot nudged his left wing. It turned to a whimper as fingers traced mockingly over the brittle, blood-covered feathers. Golden eyes met watery blue ones as Hichigo dropped onto the floor. "So, Tensa, mind helping me decide what I want to do with you first?" Those lips brushed against his ear. "I can't decide if I want to take away your innocence or put you in more pain."
The angel let out a pathetic whine. "Neither! Please, let me go!" Letting out a tsk tsk noise, the golden-winged one gripped the base of one of his wings, yanking. A loud wail of pain passed through those lips. "Hichigo, please, no, stop this!" Tensa choked out, sobbing profusely. He had absolutely no pain tolerance.
Curling up in a pool of blood, Tensa tried to figure out why he had been subjected to such a horrible fate. Hichigo hadn't 'taken his innocence' as he had so politely phrased it, but he did cause the broken angel quite a bit of pain. It had been three weeks since his freedom had been taken away, and his wings weren't healing. No, of course not; Hichigo re-broke them at the beginning of every single agony-induced week.
But today, today was different. Tensa knew of a way to get out; he was free after all, for the albino had slit the tendons in the back of his ankles. Even with that, the angel could still stumble about, and Hichigo had taken away his bindings. And today, the other had realized that he was almost out of supplies, and had left to get them.
The black-haired angel couldn't be happier. Finally, a way to escape. He waited until the always-angry angel patted his head, left, and then flew away. In a flurry of movement, Tensa struggled to escape. He ran as best as he could, stumbling over the plain, through the forest, past the beautiful stream where he had been stolen from, straight into the human city.
Hope you all like it so far. ;) And no, the pairing is not ShiroTen. R&R if you get the chance~
Chapter written by me~