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~~ A Fatal Decision ~~
~~ 18. April, Morning ~~
A shy maid bowed down as a greeting and led them to the princes' room. Seiichi and the maid flew through the corridors, just a few inches above the ground. Ryoma walked like a human over the tiles. No chance that he would ever fly, at least not in a corridor where he had the chance to walk on his feet! The lightly blue - Ryoma couldn't believe there was actually another color than white here - double door came into their view and the emerald-haired newborn was immediately confused. He searched for it but couldn't find it. There was no doorknob on the door.
He scanned the door completely for a second time and got the same result. Ryoma rolled with his eyes and tse'ed when the maid flew higher till she reached the highest point of the door, knocked twice and opened it with one strong pull. She needed to move her wings faster due to the effort of opening one side of the heavy double door. Just for a mere second, only for a microscopic moment, she smiled at him and lost her fake face, her emotionless mask. Ryoma glared at her, which made gave her a shiver, and looked stubbornly away. He had no time to flirt and even less time to flirt with this kind of creature.
Seiichi pushed him forward into a large and open room, a room which Ryoma sadly recognized as the one where they had turned him into one of them. The door closed behind them without any sound. He heard the bluenette swallow hard and soundly. If it was out of fear or excitement, he couldn't tell. The second thing which the newborn noted was the emptiness and a bright grin fell upon his lips. There was nowhere an angel in sight.
The bluenette had noticed it, too, and flew a bit into the room, glancing around and listened to any kind of sound or noise. Nothing. Ryoma's grin grew and he turned around, walking back to the door to return to the dorm. It wasn't exactly like he had planned because the thing didn't move a single centimeter. The younger newborn pushed and pulled but it was always the same result. This shitty thing didn't open nor did it move an inch! Ryoma groaned in annoyance. The maid had locked them up!
"Seemed they know your way of thinking and didn't want you to run away." Seiichi's voice was cold and sent him goose bump crawling up his skin. The truth about the bluenette being more likely an angel than human saddened him because they would have made a great team to help each other out of here. Sadly, the guy wanted to be one of them. Ryoma missed his family, especially his mother and Karupin, his sweet cat. Right then did the words sank in and rage rose up, boiled inside his guts. He followed the bluenette with heavy steps, stomping out of rage, and stopped near a long, black sofa which filled half of the room. Seiichi turned around, still hovering in the air and swinging his wings to keep his body in the air.
His own silver wings had been nice for now as they hadn't moved on their own. That was till now because as soon as Ryoma watched the other newborn flying his stupid wings began to copy the movements. Ryoma's rage rose with each swing of those silver wings. He felt like a caged bird!
"I'm not some damn pet! I'm a human being!"
"Wrong, you're an angel, a newborn to be correct." The strict voice rang in his ears. Ryoma had heard it before and recognized the sound as Tezuka Kunimitsu's voice, one of the four princes. The two newborns searched for the source of voice and found the prince on the outside – he didn't see it as a real balcony because only a wall out of glass with a big hole on one place separated it from the insides - with three other people in tow. All four princes fluttered down onto the balcony and inside their living room, cornered both newborns.
Fuji took place on the giant couch and watched them from afar; Sanada undressed himself from his wine-red robe, the heavy pauldrons on his shoulders and the tight metallic belt and gave his lovers and the newborns a good view at his muscular body through the black bodysuit. Ryoma glanced at everybody, noticed Seiichi's lingering view and rolled with his eyes. The guy was simply dense or plainly blind to not notice the trick behind the behaviour.
The smaller brunette watched their reactions carefully, stared at them with his sky-blue eyes. The purple-haired prince stared at them from his position against the mirror, the other brunette put some books, which had been under his arms all the time, back into its shelf, surely watching them from the corner of his honey-colored eyes. The only question left in Ryoma's mind was why they wanted to see their reaction at seeing a half-naked angel, a male nonetheless.
"Why are you here?" Ryoma didn't stop to glare at them and didn't answer the question. Seiichi had stopped to gaze at Sanada, finally remembering his manners and bowed deeply.
"Pardon my bad manner, your highnesses. I have done as you have ordered me."
"They have already healed?" And with these words Ryoma had all the unwanted attention on him. They had surprised expression on their faces and Atobe dared to approach him. He took a step back whenever Atobe made a step forward. The curiosity in those eyes was creepy and couldn't mean anything good or painless. The bluenette glanced to him and signaled him to stop acting like a squirt and give in. Never! Was all Ryoma thought and continued to backwards till he had reached the end of the room and bumped at the wall out of glass.
"Thanks, Yukimura. You may go back to your room now." Sanada glanced to the bluenette and dismissed him with a swing of his left hand. The black-haired angel turned around and focused on the other stubborn newborn again. Ryoma saw Seiichi's hesitate before he bowed once more, excused himself and left. It was unfair that the damn door opened now after he had tried to unclose it!
All of a sudden, everyone narrowed their eyes dangerously. It wasn't only Atobe who approached him. The two mountains of an angel, Sanada and Tezuka, stomped to him without any feelings reflected in their faces. So he had done something to disturb their calmness? The youngest newborn glared at them. He had managed to truly anger an angel, a prince to top it. Whatever they would do with him he would never give in and show them who he was! "Newborn, com-"
"I have a name, you monkey!" Atobe froze, seemed to be confused by the disrespectful name. Ryoma used the chance of carelessness and slipped through the open space between the walls of glass. The fresh wind hit his body, his wings moved automatically and pain fogged his brain. These stupid wings wanted to fly, he could feel it. It was a strange feeling, a desire he didn't want to have.
The desire to fly stopped to linger him as soon as he took a look at all the guards flying through the bright sky and also a few women with unfamiliar dresses were flying up and down. God damn it! How many of those freaks were alive? How many angels existed here?
"You don't need to be scared as long as you do like we tell you." Sanada's voice should have been soothing but it caused Ryoma's hair on the neck to stand up. It sounded so wrong, everything else than friendly and soothing.
"Disgusted would be a better word than scared."
"Your wings show us something different. You wanted to fly just a minute ago but after you have seen all of our guards and maids you're scared." A rustle and the black glittery display caught his attention for a second – a second which his foes used to catch him. Sanada grabbed his arms from the front and pressed them at his body - he was defenseless, the trashing didn't work. It caused the grip to tighten painfully. Tezuka flew around him, took a good look and examined the silver wings.
Fuji was the only one who didn't do anything. He sat there on his seat and stared at them. The eyes were closed and the frown was deep, nevertheless, the youngest newborn saw the lack of attention. The smaller brunette wasn't actually listening anymore; he was deep in thoughts or dreaming. Ryoma's sight got blocked by a masculine but even body which was covered dressed in a white bodysuit and a golden robe over the torso.
They pulled him, more likely carried him, inside again and with a swift movement with the hand from the purple-haired male, the wall was completely shut. He was caged and only now did Ryoma smell the scent of wind and freedom, flowers and salt. It was soothing, calming his senses against his will. A warm hand touched his lightly swinging wings, first the tip of each one, than slowly wandering southwards. His senses were completely numbed, also his muscles began to relax. His head was slightly fogged, too.
The grip around his arms loosened up and the gentle hand, which held his wrist, guided him further inside the room against his will. Just then Ryoma saw Fuji standing by a door, holding it open. The scent was probably coming out of there and he would have bolted to the brunette to force him to shut out this stupid scent but his body wasn't standing under his control any longer. The three princes, who were around him, caressed and nursed his useless wings. "You haven't taken a bath or a shower to ease your muscles. Why?"
Maybe they thought he had calmed down enough for them to have a conversation with him. The newborn snorted in his thoughts. Even if his body was calm and relaxed, it didn't mean his mouth and brain were also entirely numb so he spitted out the words with all the steadily growing hate. "Why would I? I don't take things from murderer!"
He loved to bath, loved to listen to the quietness and the lightly splashing sound from the water. Nonetheless, he wouldn't use anything from the angels, at least as little as possible - those crazy bastards called guards had forced him to give them his clothes and shred them in front of his eyes!
"Your wings would probably heal even faster and if you would greet your new form with pride and acceptance it would have been already healed." Did this stupid monkey really think he could get him to accept his nightmare so easily with a few words of healing the chicken wings on his spine? Ryoma would thank him if he could simply get rid of them and let him go back to his family. Atobe continued with his speech and walked up in front of him, stared into heated eyes. "The skin between your body and your wings is still bloody and will get infected if you don't clean it right away."
Ryoma couldn't stop himself anymore. The guy was deaf, blind and ugly. Didn't they see his disgust for them and their kind? "If you haven't noticed it, I'm not interested in being an angel nor do I want to learn anything from you." The hand of none other than Tezuka spread his silver wings and brushed the feathers with his fingertips. A shiver crossed Ryoma's spine, unstoppable. The newborn turned his head around and glared into angry brown orbs.
"You have mistreated your wings again, haven't you?" What should he answer? It hadn't sounded like a question, more like a statement, so why answering if the guy knew the answer? "Some of your feathers are broken, damaged. Something like this wouldn't have happened if you would have treated them right or left them be." It wasn't the endless anger in those brown eyes which sent a jolt of fright through his veins, it was the emotionless voice and body language which made him confused, frightened and also furious. Angels were merciless and reckless.
His body grew cold; the morning sun couldn't share its warmth with him behind those thick walls of glasses. His body was itching, his feet were ready to bolt and jump out of any suitable opening, his mind needed true calmness. Something glittery, fell over his head, surrounded him entirely. Ryoma lifted his head to see the source of the bluish dust but two slim arms embraced him and pulled him against a warm chest. Blue wings were flattering behind the body. "You remember me of someone. The person was just like you, always against our race and doing everything to hinder his wings to show him the good sides of being an angel. Do you want to know who this person was?"
Ryoma wanted to reply with a flat 'No!' but he was smarter than that. He hid his face in the guy's chest and moved his purposely shivering hands up to return the hug. He could feel Fuji smiling brighter while he breathed the scent of his emerald-colored hair. A very seductive smell caressed Ryoma's nose, drugged him and made his body itchy. Seiichi was right. The blue-winged prince used the strange dust as a drug. He felt light headed.
Keigo sigh deeply in relief and flipped his hair. In times like this he was thankful for his lover's dust. It had helped them many times to calm other people or to make them craving the brunette's warmth. "So in the end he's just like any other newborn. Getting high and needy as soon as he gets in touch with your dust."
"I like the way he is right now. An innocent newborn who feels a little bit lonely."
"You shouldn't use too much, nonetheless. You know the consequence if you use too much and the king doesn't wish to have a replay of the last year."
"We should let a maid clean him and send him back to the dorm. I need to take a look at the other newborns anyway." Genichirou offered and shot an apologetic view at his smallest lover. Syusuke stopped petting the newborn's backside and wanted to let go when one of the hands of the newborn hurriedly grabbed a handful of his blue feathers from his wings.
The brunette wanted to stop him, shove him away but it he had let his guard down. It was too late. The newborn ripped the handful of feathers out of their place. Syusuke couldn't stop the tears from escaping his now open eyes and the gasp of agony. Blood dropped onto the white tiles.
He could hold back the shriek; however, he fell onto his knees and threw the newborn across of the room against the door. Two of his lovers were by his side immediately, examined the damage of his beautiful wings. Keigo pulled the newborn onto his feet, held the wings up and flew to the balcony and outside to the end of the glassy floor. There was only a small wail where someone could barely lean on
"I hope you know the consequences for your action! Nobody has ever dared to hurt one of my brothers. I give you a last choice, newborn. Behave and accept your being as an angel with pride or take care of yourself and I'll let fall down right now!"
It was the first time he had heard some emotions, strong emotions in an angel's voice. Hate and hurt, he could hear pain out of the voice. And it was probably, hopefully, the last time he would hear it.
