Unbroken
Tsubasa
The raven-haired boy was crumpled at the edges of a rain-washed street, his legs barely able to walk. He looked like he was lost, starving, and a million miles from home. His hair was badly in need of a haircut, hanging over his entire face and covering most of his expression. Nobody could tell what color his eyes were.
Strange black entities seemed to crawl over his body and eerie shadows seemed to loom over him. Many Demons cast him sideway glances, others pointed at him and whispered to their friends, and the majority of them shuffled away as quickly as possible, not wanting to get involved with the strange, ghostly boy.
The boy stared down at the ground. He was hungry. The only thing he ate was blood and raw meat, the meat from deer and other animals he managed to hunt down in Hell. It was cold. The only thing he had on was a pair of dirty jeans and a ripped shirt that was once white but was now stained black, being used for five years.
He looked at the people who passsed him like shadows. That was all his life was. Just blurs and shadows. That was all. All he could do was stare at the people passing by and not even manage to glare at them in envy. Because he was a killer and he deserved to die.
He killed his own mother , after all. Yes, Tsubasa Andou was an orphaned child.
Suddenly, he felt two pairs of red gazes on him. He looked up and met crimson eyes that were so alike that it was scary.
"Onii-chan, look, it's a little boy," the girl exclaimed, her eyes wide. She had short, silky raven hair and a row of perfect teeth, complemented with a pair of cute little fangs.
"Aoi, stay away. He could be dangerous," a boy that looked exactly like her warned, pulling her closer to his chest. He glared at Tsuabsa with a pair of well-groomed, immensely long fangs, even for a Demon. They were both dressed in fancy attire, the girl named Aoi sporting an elegant black dress, white tights, and black doll shoes while the boy wore a black shirt and black shorts that matched his polished black boots. He looked like a slacker with his undone buttons and messy hair, not to mention his rude tone of voice.
"Onii-chan, I want him!" Aoi cried excitedly, pointing to Tsuabsa as if he were a cute animal she just saw at the pet store.
"Hell no, Aoi," Natsume snapped in a surly voice, shaking his head in disapproval.
"But onii-chan, he's cute! I want to play with him! You enver play with me!" Aoi pouted.
"We don't even know what kind of Demon he is," Natsume snarled, baring his fangs in protest.
"Natsume-nii!" Aoi whined in a baby voice.
"No."
"Please!"
"NO."
"NATSUME ONII CHAN!"
". . . . . fine, you twat." Natsume sent Tsubasa a withering glare. "But one wrong move, he's gone."
"Yay!" Aoi cheered, her eyes shining with childlike glee as she grabbed Tsubasa's hand. Tsuabsa didn't move. It was as if he were frozen, just watching time pass by.
"You're going to be my new playmate!" she smiled mischieveously. "And you can't retaliate! So what I say goes! Because I'm your master and you are my pet!"
Years Later . . .
After Aoi had adopted Tsubasa, he became used to living in luxury. Aoi was, you could say, a spoiled brat. But he had gotten used to her childish demands and rants just like Natsume had. Natsume didn't see eye to eye with Tsuabsa, but they were making progress. Natsume didn't loathe him that much anymore. He hated him. For Natsume, that was immense progress.
It was a dark and starry night, and Tsubasa was heading home with Aoi on hid back. They had played all day, and Aoi had fallen asleep. Great, Natsume was going to kill him, thinking that he did something 'dirty' to her.
He stopped at the entranceway of the large, nicely built mansion, his eyes going wide. He inhaled sharply and let out a gutteral growl. He knew this scent anywhere. It had been a long time since he'd smelled it, but he couldn't forget it. It was jammed right into his mind.
He threw open the door, looking like an animal. The raven-haired man with striking blue eyes smiled sadistically at him when he saw Tsubasa, his fangs shining in the dim light. Natsume stared at the tqo for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the scene.
"You know him?" he asked, jabbing his thumb to the stranger man.
"Yeah," Tsubasa snarled, dropping Aoi on the couch as carefully as possible. Natsume frowned.
"He's my uncle," he said bluntly. Tsubasa's eyes widnened.
"You mean . . . you're my cousin . . . " he trailed off, his blue eyes taking in the man once more.
"Yes, yes, son. Its good to see you," the man sneered, lauging evilly. "It's time to go home, son."
"Don't call me that, it's disgusting," Tsubasa said coldly.
His smile turned cold as well. "Looks like the brat has developed a little attitude, no?" he strode over to Tsubasa effortlessly, his eyes locked on his every movement. He leaned down and whispered sadistically into his ear, "Did you really think that I wouldn't be able to find you? After all, I will never forget Akina's fearful, tormented screams as you ripped your way out of her womb, monster."
Tsubasa's lips curled upwards, and he looked as if he were about to punch the man. With quick refelxes, the man threw Tsubasa to the wall, the shadows making cage bars around him. Natsume stood up, his eyes flaming.
"Kaito, as the owner of this house, I command you to leave," he said sternly, his eyes never leaving Kaito's body. "That boy is under my roof and has been adopted under my name. Take your leave now."
Kaito was about to say something, but he suddenly couldn't move. His feet were locked to the ground, and his blue eyes turned into ice. "Tsubasa, let go of my shadow."
"Don't even say my name, father," Tsubasa spat with venom laced in his voice. He kicked the shadows that were surrounding him off and jumped down from the wall which he had been pinned to seconds ago and leapt up to Kato.
"Oh, so you're going to kill me?" Kaito laughed insanely. "Go ahead. Kill me just like your mother."
Hurt flashed in Tsuabsa's eyes for a moment, but he quickly regaine composure and lifted his black hued hand. A shadow leapt up and slashed at Kaito venomously.
"Tsubasa, he's not worth it," Natsume snapped at him, trying to hold him back. Tsubasa glared at him.
"I've been tormented, haunted, and physically damaged because of this man," he sneered. "All because I killed his wife. He didn't even like her. All that love is bullshit. I knew that he just wanted her to die in the first place. All that 'you killed my wife so now I'm going to kill you' is nothing but an excuse to kill his own son."
Natsume stared at him, speechles, but then pursed his lips and took a step back. "If it'll make you feel better, the go ahead."
But tehn, suddenly, a kinfe seemed to slice at Tsubasa who faded away like an apparition. Kaito snarled in frustration, whipping his knife back and forth.
"Come out come out, Tsubasa," he called in a deathly voice, "Daddy just wants to play."
Tsubasa's shadow seemed to roam around the entire house. The darkness didn't help, either. Natsume silently flipped Aoi into his back and swept out of the house, looking disoriented and calm at the same time. He stopped outside the porch, gazed back critically, and then left once more without another word.
"Now that Natsume and Aoi are gone, I suppose I can freely hurt you without worrying about injuring someone," Tsubasa whispered from the darkness. sweat beads roleld down Kaito's face as he loked around sharply.
"You can't kill me," he seemed like he was just talking to himself. "I'm your father."
Suddenly, he froze again, not being able to move. He stared in horror at the small figure coming towards him with glowing red eyes. The dagger in his hands trembled in fear.
"I think I've had just about enough of you," Tsubasa whispered, smiling sincerely. He twisted Kaito's arm around without even touching him and made the dagger stab itself into his chest. Kaito's blue eyes became lifeless as he fell to the ground. Blood soaked into the rugs, leaving red stains.
Natsume stared at the scene from outside, his eyes seeming to glow. He touched the window and sighed.
"I'm glad Aoi was asleep."
Tsubasa came out of the house,smiling hugely. Natsume stared at him weirdly.
"Did he break you?" he questioned, gesturing to Tsubasa's wicked smile that didn't vanish.
"No, I broke him," Tsubasa replied happily, still smiling as he walked away.
Back to the Present
"Why did you save me?" Misaki repeated for the hundreth time, staring at Tsubasa with her intense pink eyes. She was hidden away in Tsubasa's room, her knees folden neatly to her chest.
"Did you want to die?" Tsubasa asked, smiling cheerfully.
Misaki gave him a death glare. "No, stupid, but I'm inquiring why you're storing me in your room. Aren't I supposed to be in the dungeons or something?"
Tsubasa's smile became puzzled. "I thought my room would be better than the dungeons. But, if you would rather stay in the dungeons without a bed, than that is fine with me."
"NO! I like it just fine, but your decor could use some work," she commented, looking at the many shades of grey, black, and white splattered around his surprisingly neat room. "What I really meant was, shouldn't you want to torture me and that crap? Why are you being so nice to me?"
Tsubasa was quiet for a minute, putting a hand on his chin in thought. "Hmm, I'm not realy sure," he admitted, throwing a wistful glance and a smirk to Misaki who responded with a death glare. "But, you really tend to amuse me, Archangel."
"I have a name you know," Misaki replied, annoyed. "It's Misaki. and I am not amusing!"
"Alright, Misaki. And, on the contrary, you are actually a very amusing toy." Tsuabsa said honestly.
A slight blush of anger rose to Misaki's cheeks. "You know, I really want to slap you now!"
"You can try," he challenged in an overly confident tone. Misaki narrowed her eyes.
"Yoy bastard," she mumbled. Tsubasa smiled and looked into his cellphone, texting back to Natsume. Natsume had asked what the hell had gotten into Tsubasa and why the hell he had brought a fucking Archangel in, and Tsubasa responded with an IDK. He could practically feel Natsume smashing his iPhone.
Suddenly, he felt something puch his arm, followed by a cracking noise. Misaki's shrill scream echoed around the hallways.
"You! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! You broke my hand!" Misaki shrilled, clutching her hand to her chest. Tsubasa smiled at her calmly.
"No, I didn't. You punched me with too much force and probably fractured a bone. Hasn't anybody told you that Demons have hard skin?" Tsubasa asked calmly. "Now, please stop hopping around and let me see."
"Hell no!" Misaki snapped. Tsubasa raised a brow, a mischieveous smirk playing along the center of his lips. He let out a playful growl, crouching like a predator. Misak's eyes widened.
"Fuck, you wouldn't," she whipered, backing away. Tsuabsa laughed in response and pounced on her, bringing her down on the bed. Misaki gasped when Tsubasa snatched her hand and examined it closely with a critical eye.
"It's not broken, but it could be infected," he said, nursing Misaki's hand with a gentle touch.
"I'll manage," Misaki snapped, looking away in hopes of hiding the scarlet blush that cotaed her cheeks. Damn it! Why was she acting like a sissy? He was a Demon! She killed Demons, not date them! Tsubasa raised a brow.
"What are you thinking of?" he asked calmly.
"None of your busines," Misaki growled sternly.
"Technically, you're under my roof, so your business is my busines," Tsubasa pointed out. Misaki gave him a droll stare.
"You really want me to pour out my complicated girly feelings out on you?" she questioned sternly. Tsubasa returned the stare with a sparkling smile.
"No, but if it makes you feel better, I'll pretend to listen," he exclaimed.
"Oh, gee, thanks. That helps a lot," Misaki stated in a deadpan voice, and added, "Did somebody break you? You always have that stupid smile on your face. It's creepy, like, serial killer creepy."
"You can blame parents for that, and, I am a serial killer," Tsubasa grinned, though inisde he was burning with hate at the mention of his parents.
Misaki blinked as a wave of hate hit her. It wasn't her hate, but it was a part of her as well. She swalloed dryly and gave Tsubasa a strange look.
"Are you doing that?" she asked quietly. Tsubasa tilted his head, puzzled.
"Doing what?"
"That weird feeling. I feel like I need to kill somethign al of a sudden. Is it me or are you controlling my emotions?"
Tsubasa's expression froze in place. He stared at Misaki, forrified. He backed away, his mouth falling slack.
"What?" Misaki asked in a surly voice. "Do I smell or something?"
"No, you smell very nice, actually. Like a field of flowers under the sun. But that really isn't the issue right now," Tsubasa ranted.
"Then what is it?" Misaki cried in frustration.
"You . . . you . . ." he inhaled sharply. "You're my soulmate."
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. . .
. . .
"HAHAHAHA!" Misaki laughed outloud. "That's the lamest thing I've ever heard! How can an Archangel like me belong with a Demon like you? Nice one!"
Tsubasa glanced at her sharply. "I'm sure you cam feel it, too. I'm not the only one who feels an unexplainable attraction."
"I attract you?" Misaki asked sarcastically.
"Don't joke," Tsubasa snapped. Misaki flinched. For once, he didn't have a smile on his face. It was creepy to say the least, even creepier than his permanent smile which didn't seem so permanent now. He looked like a . . . Demon.
"Well, we're from different worlds. It's not posible." Misaki whispered.
"It worked for Ruka and Hotaru. It worked for Yoichi and Aoi. And it worked for Mikan and Natsume," Tsubasa pointed out. Misaki's eyes widened at the mention of her sister's name.
"Mikan?" she gasped, feeling her heartbeat quicken. "Mikan, Mikan, Mikan, where is my Mikan?" she began sobbing tenderly, tears welling in her eyes. Tsubasa stared at her, not knowing what to do. Damn it. What the hell was a Demon supposed to do when his Angel soulmate was crying for her sister?
Misaki fell to the floor, crying helplessly. Just the mention of her sister's name made her weak. she had failed and Mikan was probably dead by now. She imagined her poor, brown-haired sister being killed by one of the red-eyed beasts, her golden eyes turning lifeless as they inserted their claws into her chest and ripped her heart out.
Tsubasa stared at Misaki, feeling her own hate and sadness pouring into his head. Watching her cry somehow reminded him of himself when he was younger, starving and nearly dead on the streets.
He frowned deeply, kneeling down and putting a hand on Misaki's head.
"Misaki, Mikan isn't dead. She's quite safe," he murmured against her ear.
Misaki couldn't belive her ears. Her sister was safe. She had a chance of survival. She sgouldn't have trusted a Demon, but for some reason, a per of her insisted that he wasn't telling a lie. Her pink eyes clouded over with a new light.
"Can I see her?" she asked quietly, a smile breaking out across her face. Tsbasa smiled.
"Yes." he would let her see her sister, no matter what punishment awaited him from Persona. He loved seeing her smile. Her smile was too beautiful to destroy.
"Thank you," she cried in joy, throwing her arms around him. Tsubasa's chest tightened. His eyes widnened. It felt like his heart was soaring above the heavens. It fet like his heart was beating. It felt like . . . like he was seeing light for the first time. He instinctively wrapped his amrs around her and sighed in content.
Was this what happiness felt like? Back then, he felt lost. Incomplete. Broken. Now, he felt better than ever. Not healed, but as if his heart had never been broken in the first place.
Yuu
"They look so happy, Yuu," Anna sighed, resting her head on Yuu's shoulder. Yuu stared at the scene in his crystal ball gravely. "Do we really have to kil them? They don't look like they mean any harm."
"They're dangerous, Anna," Yuu replied sternly. Anna pouted, getting up from underneath the sheets. Yuu glanced briefly at her naked flash, and Anna smirked.
"Like what you see?" she purred.
"A lot," Yuu admitted, smirking. He returned his gaze to the crystal ball.
"I don't see why you're so upset with these Demons and Angels. They don't even seem that deadly." Anna remarked, putting on an attractive sleeveless black evening gown.
"If the Demons were at their strongest power which they normally hide, they could destroy the entire area in which they are at right now," Yuu remarked, his eyes steely. "And the Tainted Angel, Mikan Sakura, has great influence on them. The Angel Royals have a way of making people unconditionally grow attached to them. The Demons she has spent time with are all willing to do everything in their power to keep her safe. Her emotional impact is dangerous enough as it is." he frowned. "And if her powers were unleashed, she could destroy all of Hell."
Anna gasped. "But Angels don't have that kind of power!"
"Mikan Sakura is not an Angel," Yuu said sternly. "She is something that cannot be considered Angel, Human, nor Demon. Her race is different from everything else; an ancient race that is believed to be extinct and are only known by the oldest supernatural creatures alive." he paused, taking off his glasses and rubbing them. "It was originally a race of it's own called Jovens. They mated with the original Royal Angels who were Angels and created the Tainted Angel race."
"Thanks for the boring history lesson," Anna laughed.
"Anything for you." Yuu replied with a sly grin.
"When are we going to ambush them?" Anna asked, running a hand through her pink hair dismissively. There was a strange swoosh, and an auburn haired woman appeared out of mid air. Her dark eyes were cold.
"Good timing, Yuka," Yuu said quietly. Anna shot her a jealous glare, but the woman named Yuka took no notice.
"We're planning to ambush them tomorrow."
Author's Note: So, Mikan is something else than a normal Angel! Though your probably knew that. I'm not sure if that information anout Angel history was helpful or not, but it'll be significant in finding out about Mikan's birth and bloodline. This chappie focused on Tsubasa's past (the words in italic) and his growing relationship with Misaki. This happened during the time when Mikan and Natsume were bonding.
Aoi used to be a spoilt brat, lol.
YUKA HAS ARRIVED! And yes, she is Mikan's mother!
Reviews:
Kim: I just updated! Hope it was fast!
12star98na: Yep, Yuu's different. He's more serious than badassed, but he still has that effect. I love Ruka, but my favorite is You-chan! And yes, this chapter was about Tsubasa and Misaki.
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