A/N: Everyone, this stories over! First off, I'd like to thank every single person that has reviewed this story and the ten people who put me on their favorite authors list, those people know who they are. Everyone from reviews, to putting this on their alerts, adding me to your favorite authors list, every single person helped me to continue this story when I was about to give up. I thank you all. Here's the finaly chapter of Born from Darkness. After December, hopefully, I'll start posting up Dreams's sequel for everyone to enjoy. Once again, thank you to everyone and I hope you enjoy the last chapter of Born from Darkness.
"It's good to see that you know about your true mythic status, Oshitari," Fuji smiled at the other tensai; behind him stood Ibu Shinji from Fudomine and Zaizen Hikaru from Shitenhouji, the two remaining tensai and archangels.
"Wait a minute; you're telling ore-sama that you're an archangel?" Atobe asked the Seigaku tensai. "But you said you weren't a heavenly being!"
"No, you're rewording what I said. I said I wasn't a celestial not that I wasn't an archangel. You have to think about what you're saying before actually speak it, Atobe." Fuji continued his smile.
"So that means you're my brother and the creator of Atobe, Sengoku, and Tezuka!" Shishido shouted to the tensai.
"And when did you find this out?" Atobe questioned his teammate.
"……Just now?"
"To answer your question, Shishido, no I'm not your brother," sighing, Fuji ran a hand through his hair.
"And I finally thought I found my angelic brother," Shishido replied with his own sigh.
"Oh, you meant angelic brother. Then, yes, I am."
"MAKE UP YOUR MIND ALREADY!"
"Temper, temper, I can't believe I even considered calling you my brother," Fuji smiled his 'act your age, not your IQ' smile.
"I don't get why your brother's so annoying, Fuji-san. I don't have a sibling so I wouldn't know if they were annoying or not; though, I probably wouldn't want one in the first place. From what I've heard they're nasty people to their elder siblings. If I had a brother, I wouldn't take shit from him and he'd bow down to my feet. Then again, he would probably bow down willingly since I'm so powerful but then he would probably be like that no good gekokujou freak at Hyoutei and try and knock me from my throne of all powerfulness," Shinji paused for a breath of air. "I want some soup. Where can I get some soup? I like-"
Flicking his hand, Zaizen magically sealed Shinji's mouth so he would ramble on and on about topics that didn't relate to what was happening. With another flick of his wrist, Sengoku, bathing in a tub full to the brim with bubbles, appeared before the gathered mythics.
"Oi, can't a guy take a bath in privacy?!" Sengoku shouted, sinking lower into the tub.
Flicking his wrist another time, the tub disappeared and Sengoku stood fully clothed.
"Now I'm gonna stink," Sengoku muttered, taking a stand next to Atobe. Realizing the golden winged quartet before him, Sengoku eyes widened. "Lucky! I never thought I'd meet an archangel in my life."
"Ahem, as I was saying before Zaizen brought Sengoku here." Fuji glared back at Zaizen and he glared back; the two tensai obviously didn't get along too well. "Myself, Oshitari, Shinji, and I've-got-to-show-off-my-powers-every-chance-I-get here, are the archangels you've been hearing rumors about." A bolt of lightning crashed down Fuji but the Seigaku tensai was unharmed. Taking a glance back at Zaizen, he said in a voice full of venom," You may disrespect your teammates at Shitenhouji but I will not stand for this. Even if it kills you, you will learn to respect me as any normal person would. The world does not revolve around your feelings nor does it follow you. I was chosen to be the head archangel. Not you. If you do one more thing against my order Sengoku will take your place."
Huffing, Zaizen snapped his fingers and a chair appeared for him to sit in. After getting chewed out by Fuji in front of plenty of mythics, he wouldn't raise a finger to help him if things became unruly.
"Now, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, twice." Another glare at Zaizen. "We are the archangels. Yes, I'm not human, as many of you thought, yes, I am the creator of Atobe, Tezuka, and Sengoku and, yes, I am Shishido's mythic brother. Any other questions about that matter? No? Then I shall move on."
"First, under the royal decree of the One Most High, any body of a werewolf that has unlawfully attacked these mythics shall be burnt and their souls sent to Hell. Second, any of those who oppose this decision shall also be sent to Hell and must serve the darkness for all eternity. Third, we will honor the two heirs, Ohtori Choutarou and Akutagawa Jirou, for their good deeds upon this day. The both of them will be honored with the gift of eternal life and the choice to choose whatever age they wish to live as. Fourth, any mythic that fought bravely in this battle shall be given a sum of cash depending upon how many wolves they killed, the more werewolves, the higher the sum of money. That is all," closing his mouth, Fuji seemed pleased with his announcements.
The few mythics that were there were talking amongst themselves, feeling the pride of defeating an enemy to both light and darkness. That was, except one mythic, Atobe Keigo. Sure he felt the happiness that came along with winning a battle but his heart was longing for something else. What was it?
"Ah, I seemed to have forgotten one thing," Fuji's voice rang out amongst the crowd. "Atobe Keigo, the creator of the light's forces has given you a choice. Since you defeated the most werewolves in this battle, you may either choose to continue living as a vampire or become an angel again and take your rightful place in Heaven. The choice is yours."
'Maybe this is what I long for,' Atobe thought to himself. 'Perhaps I long for the clear skies of the Heavens and joy of being surrounded by others that would never betray me.'
Before he gave Fuji his answer, Atobe looked to Jirou. He expected to see joy in the boy's eyes. Jirou knew that he had been cast out of heaven. He didn't know the true reason but he knew. He would surely know that Atobe longed to be back at his birthplace but that wasn't the case. Jirou's eyes were full of sorrow. Sorrow that rang out to Atobe and told him that it was similar to a break-up between a couple. Jirou loved him, his sorrowful eyes said.
Those eyes captivated Atobe's attention and he found that he couldn't look away. It was that same look that the first heir to darkness gave when he had run away. It had got Atobe thinking. What if I had never left him? What if I had stayed with him until he died? Would I have been able to love another easier?
Staring straight into Fuji's eyes, Atobe gave the tensai his answer. "I will remain here."
Instantly, a pair of arms was wrapped around his chest as the small figure that was Jirou cried into his shirt. Wrapping his own arms around Jirou, Atobe whispered several words into the narcoleptic's ear.
"I will love you until the world stops turning."
"Gak-kun, is it that time of the month again?" Jirou teased his friend.
"Oi, shut up, just because I have to drink tomato juice to keep my skin fresh and clean doesn't mean you have to make fun of me for it," Gakuto ruffled the blonde's hair as he took a sip from his water bottle, filled to the brim with cow blood.
Two years had passed since the battle with Mrs. Yamamoto and everything returned to normal. The third years passed their exams and went off to different colleges. Only Oshitari, Atobe, Gakuto, and Jirou stayed together at the same school. Along with the quartet, Sengoku, the three demons of Rikkaidai, Tezuka, Fuji, and Shiraishi all attended the same school.
It was strange to have so many mythics under the same school but they quickly adjusted. In order to keep themselves sane from being locked up in classes day and night, they created the My Youthful Teams Have Incredibly Cool Style club, the M.Y.T.H.I.C.S. club for short. Only mythics were allowed to join and they were quite surprised with the number of them on campus.
As for Shishido, he went off to a university in Kobe to study. He wanted to stay clear away from Fuji now that he knew that they were brothers. But, Fuji wanted to expand their brotherly love and went as far as to sneak into Shishido's apartment at night and decorate it with 'I love my brother' signs all over the living room. Needless, to say, Shishido was pissed.
Seeing who was at the other end of the hallway they were in, Gakuto and Jirou stopped the smiled. On the other side of the hallway stood Oshitari and Atobe, the latter holding a key chain with several keys attached.
"Now, if you two are done chattering, how about a road trip?" Oshitari asked the pair.
"Where to?" Gakuto asked.
"Ore-sama was thinking Spain or Italy but those two are too far away. Then, ore-sama decided that-"
"We're going to the beach, aren't we?" Jirou asked his boyfriend. Summer break was starting next week and the four had been planning to cut class and spend some extra time on a trip.
"Whatever you say," Atobe mock bowed at Jirou," you are the one born from darkness." Feeling Jirou tackled him to the ground, Atobe smiled a real smile. He hadn't smiled like that for nearly two thousand years.