So I was reading over this story in order to get things straight in my head and reached chapter six…NONE OF YOU TOLD HOW CRAZY THAT CHAPTER WAS! I was rereading it and thinking…what the hell was I on to write that much smut? How come you didn't tell me it was crazy long and graphic? *hides blush*
Rising Sun
As if fulfilling the words of Mello's speech, the sun had stayed hidden behing a thick layer of cloud the week leading to the prince's coronation. Red and gold banners were replaced by black as the city mourned the loss of their monarchs.
Then on the day of the coronation the sun rose, no longer obscured by clouds and the vibrant colors of the kingdom returned.
A sun had set a week ago and now a new sun would rise.
Mello looked down at the redhead currently pressed against his side. Matt was breathing deep even breaths that seemed to calm the blonde normally chaotic emotions.
He had plenty reason for crazy emotions today. His coronation started an hour before noon and he barely had time to freak out. Not that he would.
Mello never freaked out. It wasn't in him. He may let his emotions run unchecked but he didn't freak. Strangely enough Near seemed to be in a worse emotional state than him right now, almost as if they had changed places.
The albino had locked himself away in a spare room since his was now the scene of a crime. He didn't eat, didn't come out, and to top it all off, he refused to speak to L.
L had pulled him off the case after all.
Now L was sad, Near was having an episode, and he was going to be crowned. But despite it all he was in peace with Matt in his arms.
Said red-head stirred, blinking open sleepy green eyes and smiling. Mello loved his smile.
It was strange how much his thoughts toward the red-head had changed over the week. He still got annoyed with the slave sometimes but that was because Matt had a nativity about certain things. However he was very good at other things. Such as sex.
Feeling heat pool in his gut at the thought, he pressed his lips to Matt's in a kiss. It was slow but seemed to express their mutual want well.
Unlike the first few times they had sex this time was slow and gentle, each giving mutual and taking in return. Matt licked and nibbled at the junction where Mello's neck met his shoulder. The slave had soon learned that this was Mello's week spot.
As if to prove his point, Mello gasped sharply before pushing into Matt with a moan. "You're driving me crazy." Mello told him as the slave licked his neck.
"Mmmm," was the incoherent reply. Matt wasn't distancing himself from Mello anymore, which in result had made Mello calmer around him. They had a sort of friendship going, if that's what you'd call it.
Even the sound of his chains clinking didn't remind Matt about his place. His place was with Mello, making his master happy. If the red-head was happy because of this then he had every right to be.
A week ago he would have been shocked that he could think such things but Mello had that effect on people. It was one of the things the slave loved about him.
Matt shifted uncomfortably as Misa dressed him in a long sleeved red straight-gown. Underneath were black leggings and red boots. The outfit was in rich material that Matt found wary of wearing. But Mello had insisted.
Actually the prince had ordered him to wear the outfit so he was stuck with Misa as she dressed him.
"You look great!" she squeeled as she tied a floor length velvet red cloak around his shoulders.
I shouldn't be wearing this at all, he thought. But instead said: "Thank you Miss Misa."
Matt did in fact look great. Dressed in the long red gown and cloak the bronze highlights in his hair stood out more.
Misa sat him down in a chair and started on his eyes (it had taken much convincing to get the goggles off) and soon the scars faded under gold powder. Small red and gold gems outlined his eyes and more gems created a fire patterns on his exposed neck below the collar.
Looking in the mirror he had to wonder if the person staring back at him was, in fact, Matt.
Light came in as Matt gaped at himself in the mirror carrying the last piece of the outfit. The brunette sat them gently on the bed before pulling Matt over.
"Misa help me with this." Light said and slipped the wings onto Matt back having Misa hold them in place so he could tie them off. They were long and made of soft feathers. On the top the wings were a deep scarlet before, as they went down, the color merged to a brilliant burning gold.
It was as if they were on fire, the wings of a Phoenix.
BB tied his black cloak around his neck once again. Today was the Coronation, the day that he would restore power to the Shinigami. He felt worry niggle into his stomach and pushed the feeling away. It had been so long since he had been accepted and now that he had gotten the time to be around Rem and the other Shinigami he felt pride in what he was doing.
Scarlet flame licked up the edges of his cloak and Mail had taken the liberty to dye the tips of his hair blood red. After the crowning there would be a Masquerade at the palace.
Placing a skull earring in his right ear he smiled at the person in the mirror. He was dressed in all black mostly but red was slashed throughout his outfit, such as the laces of his boots and the rose over his heart.
He turned to Mail who was dressed in much the same except the red was replaced by gold. The red-head was already wearing his mask, a gold piece that coved his eyes and framed his cheeks in long curving porcelain feathers.
Beyond placed a kiss on his lover's lips before looking into dark blue eyes. "You look beautiful." He said before leaving the room. Mail smiled and followed him.
Mello paced the throne room his cloak billowing behind him like a whirling flame. Every time he turned, the flames would flare up behind him before settling down until the next turn.
There wasn't a real reason for his pacing except for having to wait in the throne room until Noon. He was going to go mad but for once the prince had no say on the matter.
He was dressed in black leather with gold chains hanging from his right hip and shoulder. His cloak was designed to look like actual flame and wings adorned his back. Unlike Matt's they were much longer, the scarlet tips just brushing the floor. Most of the feathers were gold, red bleeding in at the tips, and fanned out around him. They shifted every once in a while on their own, fluttering open slightly before settling again, like a bird waiting to take flight.
It was amazing what Light could do really. They were the same wings that had been used traditionally for the last couple generations but the brunette had modified them to act as real bird wings.
As if to prove the point they opened halfway before flapping and blowing a soft wind. Mello glared at them as he had to shift his footing to keep from stumbling.
He looked up as L and Near entered the room. L was dressed in a white button down shirt, black slacks, and a black tie. Near wore much the same expect he also wore a black vest with a silver and dark purple tie.
Matt was behind them and Mello felt his breath catch.
The red-head was stunning. Striding forward he pulled Matt into a kiss before continuing his pacing. After a long moment he noticed foot-steps mimicking his and turned to face L who had barely stopped in time to not bump into him.
Large black eyes peered at him as a thumb worried at the detective's bottom lip. "Why are you pacing?"
Mello narrowed his eyes at his brother before starting to pace again. "I hate waiting."
"Hhhmmm, It is a good thing that the coronation starts soon then." The raven haired man replied as he paced alongside Mello.
Near and Matt looked on in silence.
"This is boring." Mello continued and his glare deepened as the wings gave a sharp flap in imitation of his emotions. Stupid wings.
BB watched from the crowd of nobles as Mello kneeled, head bowed. L held a colden crown in his hands but had yet to place it on his head.
"Do you, Mihael Julius Kheel the second, promise to uphold the laws of Aria and reign with justice and loyalty toward your people?"
Mello didn't nod but spoke in a voice loud enough for all assembled to here. "I, Mihael Kheel, promise as is said."
"Will you listen fairly to your people, judging upon fact not emotion?" Practiced words, recited, but no less binding. This was Mello's oath to his people.
"I will, for the good of my people." The prince said and L placed the crown on his head.
"I, L Lawliet, remove my position as royal regent of Aria, rulership of the kingdom is now given to the crown prince." L said before stepping back to stand to the right of Mello's throne.
Every word was carefully recorded and archived. Mello stood and bowed to his people.
He knows his time is out! and doth provide
New principles of life; herbs he brings dried
From the hot hills, and with rich spices frames
A Pile shall burn, and Hatch him with his flames.
On this the weakling sits; salutes the Sun
With pleasant noise, and prays and begs for some
Of his own fire, that quickly may restore
The youth and vigor, which he had before.
Whom soon as Phoebus * spies, stopping his rays
He makes a stand, and thus allays his pains...
He shakes his locks, and from his golden head,
Shoots on bright beam, which smites with vital fire
The willing bird; to burn is his desire.
That he may live again; he's proud in death,
And goes in haste to gain a better breath.
The spice heap fired with celestial rays
Doth burn the aged Phoenix, when straight stays
The Chariot of the amazed Moon; the pole
Resists the wheeling, swift Orbs, and the whole
Fabric of Nature at a stand remains.
Till the old bird anew, young begins again.
As noon struck on the clock and the last notes of Aria's Anthem faded the sun reached it position in the center of the sky and shone through the circle of stained glass on the throne room's roof. In the center of the floor a Phoenix glowed in red and gold.
Is my writer's block shining through in this chapter? The Anthem is actual a poem from the Roman poet Claudian. All credit goes to him.
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