Chibi: Hello guys!!!! I know this might be quite confusing, but I had my chapters beta tested by my lovely Beta Tester!!! She's soooo good!!! I love her for doing this!!
Miroko: But my Little Shadow has been fighting with the computer, nearly destroying everything...
Chibi: I did not!! --blushes--. Ano, since it's beta tested I say you need to read it again, it's sooo much better thanks to my beta tester!! I hope reviews will come soon!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, but I do own this plot bunny! haha.. --grins--
Warnings: Suïcidal thoughts, yaoi (I love Yaoi, who doesn't is going to die this right now), but if you don't like everything of this then GO AWAY!!!! Before you hurt me. It's YYY, SJ, MM and RB. I like those couples. I tend to leave Anzu and Honda out sometimes and then suddenly they show up again. Don't worry, they are just not so important in the story. The others are!!
Have fun reading!
People have always imagined Heaven to be a place of peace and truth worthy. It would have been, if the Angels wouldn't be so afraid of Black Roses. Once in many a lifetime, a Black Rose, Angels with black silvery wings and blood red eyes, would be born. Pure Angels would always see them as Demons, with their bad temper and their insanity. Their insanity would continue if they didn't know their White Rose.
Yes, the ones who were the purest of Angels are called White Roses. With white silvery wings, eyes as the Rainbow and with their kind and naive character, they were the complete opposite of a Dark Rose. These two roses are born at the same time, each with one mission. To find their other half whether it be Dark or White, to love each other until the ends of time. The White Rose keeping the Black Rose sane and the Black Rose never leaving his White Rose. The Black Rose always at the White Rose's side, to protect him from danger. Unfortunately, Black Roses are unwanted and despised…
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He was pacing, back and forth in front of his small house. A scream was heard and the Angels around him needed to restrain him from bolting into the house where his loved one was found.
"I need to see Kahlia! She's my wife! Let me see her!" he yelled at the people. He was so worried that much was for certain. His brown hair waved in the small breeze that formed around the house. His green eyes never leaving the closed door, were filled with panic and distress. A female Angel came out the house, carrying a small bundle. With tears in her soft violet eyes she looked at the man. He was dressed in brown pants, a green shirt and he wore black boots on his feet. The shirt had a V-split, tied with a small little rope. She sighed, her long brown hair waving in the soft breeze.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered in the silence. The man looked at her, then stormed in to locate his precious loved one.
"Khahim!" she called after the male and followed him.
"Kahlia? Kahlia!?" Khahim called. He came to a stop when he heard soft breaths coming from a room. He found an Angel woman in the bed. Birth-blood stained the sheets and the blanket. She tiredly opened her eyes.
"Khahim," she whispered with much attempt. Khahim kneeled down at the bedside. Stroking her raven-black hair he looked at her.
"I'm sorry," she said. Khahim looked at his wife in the eye.
"Don't be sorry Kahlia. Don't worry, just don't leave me. Don't leave me," he whispered frantically back at her. Kahlia smiled, she knew her day had come. She would go back to the human world as a lost Soul, a helping Soul. Yes, even Angels died.
"I'm so sorry about the baby. He's a Black Rose," she whispered, as to not frighten him even more. Khahim looked further into her blue eyes.
"Don't be sorry Kahlia. It's not your fault, not your fault," Khahim murmured. He was so sad, so devastated.
"I love you Khahim," Kahlia said and gently smiled when he stroked her hair once more.
"I love you too," he whispered and the smile lasted when she closed her eyes. A sob came from out of the room, but Khahim hollered in pain and grief. The woman with the violet eyes, sobbed. The sobs were shaking her shoulders and her White Wings, while the baby held in her arms kept quiet. Khahim looked up at her.
"Let me see the baby. It will not be a Black Rose," Khahim said. He couldn't help but feel angered by the turn of events. He took the baby from her arms, indeed seeing the small baby-boy's soft face. He saw the tiny spiked hair in raven black, crimson red, and blond small bangs. The baby hadn't made any sound so far. Khahim turned the baby in his hands and looked at his small back. Two scars near his shoulder blades and a black birthmark. A Black Rose birthmark.
"Be careful with him," she said, but Khahim stormed outside with the baby in his arms.
"Khahim? What are you going to do?" An elderly woman asked. Her hair was slowly greying, but she still looked beautiful. Her wrinkles were small and her green eyes shined in the sun.
"My son is a Black Rose!" Khahim yelled. The baby made a small noise. Groggily, the small baby-boy opened his eyes, revealing two blood red crimson orbs. The women who he took the baby from ran after Khahim.
"What are you doing to him?" she asked frantically, worried for the small child's life.
"This thing has killed Kahlia, it's a murderer!! And it's a Black Rose. It's name will be Yami Atemu," Khahim said. His tanned skin shone in the sun. A golden military-like necklace appeared out of nowhere around the boy's small fragile neck. If it was read it stated his day of birth and his name.
"Khahim, get away from that edge," another male said warningly.
"Never. He must die," Khahim said, finally calling the boy a "him", not an "it". She looked at him worriedly.
"But Khahim. He can't help it. He's only a innocent creature!" she said.
"He's a murderer Cassidy!! Don't get in my way!" Khahim called out enraged. He then turned around, facing the cliff and dropped the baby boy into the mercy of the soft clouds. There were screams, yells and cries from the spectators above.
"Khahim. What have you done?!" Cassidy called out in tears.
"I will not live without her," he said. He then let himself fall, ending his torture, ending his Angelic live, and started the pain in the Hearts of the families. Cassidy laid one of her hands on her belly. She looked down at it.
"Every Black Rose needs a White Rose. Every White Rose needs a Black Rose. You are here now my little child and I will take care of you. You are my Rose. Black, White or not even a real Rose. You are my little baby Rose".
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'O-kaza'!
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And it was true, every Rose needed it's counterpart, without it they were both doomed. They would recognize each other without having seen each other before. They would never leave each other, because they simply couldn't. Thanks to the curse of Black and White.
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