Title: Black Wings of the Fallen

Fandom: Gakuen Alice/Alice Academy

Rating: M/17+

Genre: Tragedy/Action/Drama/Supernatural/Romance

Summary: Krow is the name of the dark creature reborn from Sakura Mikan who destroys everything in 'his' path, but what happens when 'he becomes the hunted? Now running for 'his' life, Krow heads for the world of light, the human world, but little did 'he' know he would met a human who would turn his world upside down

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gakuen Alice characters, but the characters that I do own our all the dark creatures living in the dark world known as Chaos

Warning: there's a lot of language and blood and violence, also maybe some miss spelled words and context

Chapter One: Rebirth to darkness

To live is to die

And to die is to live

Let us all spread our wings

Grabbing the man back towards him by his hair roughly, the young man smirked as he whispered softly to the cat eared man, and then with barely any effort ripped the man's head off with only one hand. Letting the body of the 'cursed cat' fall, the young male who appeared no older than eighteen held the severed head over his own as he tilted back his allowing the blood from the stump spill into his mouth. The crimson liquid flowed from the sides of his mouth, down his neck, coating his bare chest and torso.

He never felt anything like this, and though the human part of his mind knew it was wrong he couldn't help the feeling that it was so right. It made him feel so alive, like his life finally had meaning. That was why he killed, but afterward he would feel lost and empty, again. He had no meaning of life. He had no memories of his past life as Sakura Mikan before he was reborn. That's why he threw away his identity as a female and had become Krow. After all, since he died at the age of six his body wouldn't grow, at least not in the normal female way. He may have been reborn, but in truth his body was still dead.

But even so… maybe this right here was his life meaning, to take the lives of others.

Once he had his fill he tossed the severed head to the side and licked his lips as he took in the destruction of the village before him – the destruction of which he created. Blood was everywhere staining the ground with its beautiful crimson color. This scene… it all looked familiar to him. It always did every time he killed. It always did every time he killed, most likely a faint memory from her.

Krow let a smirk play upon his lips as he licked the crimson off of his slender fingers, and then something started to squirm under the skin on his back around his shoulder blades. He hunched over a little, gripping the sides of his arms, digging his black nails into the skin, and grunted in pain. And then he felt something protruding from his back, only to spread and reveal itself, beautiful large black wings sprouted from his back. The wings were painful and shook a deadly power within the man.

Who am I? He used to ask himself that all the time. But now he knew. Tossing away his identity as a female and giving himself a name Krow, she… he made a new life for himself. He was Krow the Black One. The Blacked Winged One that was raised by thieves and killers since he was young, who were long since gone. But now he awakened, and was going to make use of this power. He was going to make a good use of his immortal life.

Krow whipped his head around when he heard a small sniffle as if someone was crying, having his once long chestnut-brown hair that was now black flow around him, and stared into the eyes of a two young children – one was a boy of nine or ten while the younger one was a girl of five. The boy didn't appear scared nor was he upset about what was before him – Krow covered head to toe in the blood of the villagers. He was calm yet he was also angry.

Folding his wings against his back, Krow took a step forward expecting the children to take a step back, but they didn't, only the young cat eared girl's cries grew louder. But the boy, he just stood there staring into Krow's clear blue eyes with hate. "You are not afraid of me?" he asked with a smirk, holding out his hand summoning black flames in his palm. "Even after everything I've done?"

The small cat ears on top of the boy's head twitched before laying flat upon his little chestnut-blond head. "I don't understand. Why did you kill everyone? Why did you kill my family and friends?" yelled the child causing Krow to be lost and confused. What was he suppose to say? Because he was testing out his new found powers, he was controlled by bloodlust? He himself didn't understand, but it brought him such bliss that he never felt before.

"Do you hate me?"

There was no need to ask that question, it was clear in the boy's eyes that he resented Krow to his very core. It wasn't a surprise; after all, he had just destroyed their home along with the 'cursed' people residing within it. The child's soft tail uncoiled itself from around his waist with the fur sticking straight up as the boy bared his fangs. That caused the Black One to stare at him surprised. He wasn't even scared, even though Krow killed everyone, down to every woman and child. But still this child showed no fear as he stood his ground protecting the cat eared girl behind him.

But even so Krow's smirk returned, spreading his black wings wide, and holding his hand out coating with black flames ready to burn the children to ash. He was about to strike, but his hand was then pulled back by some kind of force wrapping around Krow's hand and wrist.

"What the hell?" he questioned; staring at his immobile hand and wrist he found that his movements were being restricted by Holy Strings. Wincing against the pain that the strings burned into his impure skin and soul, Krow brought his full attention to the white winged beings that surrounded him with their eyes filled with disgust as they stared at him. There were ten of them, wearing white robes, with white wings folded against their back.

The Royal Knights of the king of Chaos – thought Krow as his wings rustled behind him showing his agitation. "You dare to interfere, White Ones?" Krow growled as he faced them, turning his back to the children. "I should kill you for you pure creatures dare to show your faces here."

The leader of the group of White Ones stepped forward, his head held high, and said, "We are here under orders from the king to seize custody over you – the first of the winged ones to be born with black wings. For over thirty-nine years we have searched for your soul since the day it was reborn at Death's Hollow… and now we have found you."

Krow closed his eyes as he smirked before throwing his head back towards the dark sky of Chaos as he burst out laughing. Was he that dangerous that now he caught the eye of the king of Chaos? Well, he couldn't argue with that. He had been causing destruction and mayhem all over the land, killing others and gaining power.

Opening his eyes as he brushed his bangs out of them, Krow tested the strength of the Holy Strings that constantly burned the skin on his hand and wrist. But in result he caused him to feel even more pain, though he didn't show it on his face.

"Surrender easily and quietly, Black One," said the leader of the white wing beings.

Krow wondered if he would even be able to free himself of these cursed strings, but he really doubted it. The Holy String was supposed to be the strongest and deadliest weapon to his kind, the fallen. There was no escape and no way to fight, especially if they possessed more supplies of Holy Strings. So instead, he did something that was completely against him, he held out his wrists as he bowed his head.

But as the white winged beings were placing cuffs in the form of chains around his wrists which, Krow guessed, suppressed his powers as a fallen, Krow allowed a small smirk to spread upon his lips. He could feel that things were going to get interesting.

The End