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Copyright: I own the story line! Don't attempt to take this before advising me. I'll haunt you and make your life really miserable. You must believe me. my muse Adonis has satanic powers
Warnings: homosexual themes, language, drugs use, non graphic sex, pseudo sex, very strong violence, OOC-ness, supernatural themes, death, (mental) bond, horror, blood and gore and everything like such.
Alone (Nagi)
I force my eyes to stare at the constantly changing lights. Red, white, blue, white, yellow, white, green, white. it seems always to switch back to the color that's not actually a color.
I scan the crowd, after 6 cups of White Heart I could hardly focus on anything, especially moving figures. A tall brunette sits down next to me.
"Alone?" he asks me.
I look sideways at him; he's familiar, amber eyes and an Irish accent. Some part of him reminds me of something from a distant past. a past which I can not remember and wish to forget.
"Aren't we all?" I answer, smiling.
"But you seem more so." He pauses, "dumped?"
I shake my head. The only reason I came here tonight is escape. I can't stand being around that American moron anymore, now that Schuldich stopped fighting for me staying in Japan, he's practically positive that after a month, my suitcase would be with his on their way to Boston.
"Not dumped?" the brunette strums his fingers, but turn towards the bartender. A hot lady never the less, but wearing way to little. "Martini thanks." He says as he smiles at her, she smirks.
For a moment her smirk reminds me of Schuldich, the old Schuldich before the mission. True, he was a bit insane at the moment, but compared with the current Schuldich, I wouldn't hesitate to say that it's the former one I preferred.
He never looks at anyone directly anymore. Plus he hardly ever bothers to answer questions you ask him unless absolutely necessary. The coldness and the silence froze the whole apartment. I try to avoid it as much as possible.
"You new around here?" I snap out of my world and into reality.
"Second time." I tell him and regret it silently. Haven't my 4 years experiences as an assassin teach me not to give personal information to others?
"You have a. significant other half?"
"Oh, no." My thoughts drift to Tsukiyono.
He runs a finger down my face. I duck.
"You're. straight?"
I smirk in a Schuldich fashion. "I don't do strangers."
"Name's Jei." He holds out his hand.
"Naoe." I shake his hand, but he grabs them and pull me right up against him. I could feel the heat of his desire burning on my thigh.
"Can I 'do' you now?"
My smile disappear and my powers flare with anger. Before I know it, he's on the other side of the room, creating a pathway between the crowded dancers from me to him.
I walk towards him and stare into his amber eyes. "I don't 'do' strangers." I repeat and walk straight out of the bar.
The night is cold, cold and bitter like hard alcohol. I pull my jacket up instinctively. The streets were narrow and dark, the lamp is so old and tattered it's light couldn't compete with the full moon above me. I push through crowds of gangsters, receiving a few very harsh words. And then some whores, one tries to hook me up, but I throw her across into the gangsters using my powers.
I finally reach the highway. But the river of lights and moving machinery seems alien and distant. I reach an over-bridge and walk across the highway, when I reach the other side there is nothing but more skyscrapers that seems like gigantic poles in a prison.
Ok, I am truly lost.
"You lost, kid?" I turn around and see the brunette is beside me, driving a Mazda sport-car with no roof.
"Have you been stalking me?" I accuse. "You know I could throw you and your car into the nearest office building and explode your guts for all I care."
He laughs, "I don't doubt that. And no I haven't been stalking you. My apartment is two blocks ahead, now answer my question, are you lost?"
I sigh, "Yeah."
"Where do you live?"
"Why?"
"I'll give you a lift." He smiles, for a moment I could almost remember where I saw that smile, but the buzz at the back of my head is too much for me to handle.
Reluctantly, but without a choice, I climb into the car.
"You're lucky I found you. Somebody might have knocked you out and stolen your money." I don't answer him, but he continues at his own accord. "Where do you live?"
I tell him my address.
He gasps. "I had a friend who lives. I mean lived there."
"What happened?" I ask half-hearted.
"He was half insane. He died in a car crash, I was there as well, but I don't remember what happened."
I look up, confused.
"I lost my memory." He smiles. "They tell me that I'm Jei and my friend's Farfello. It's funny, I can't remember anything about myself but I do remember Farfello."
I stare at him. This. of course, the amber eyes and that the Irish accent. He's.I pinch myself, hard.
"Don't," He reaches out and touch my spiked belt by accident. "Ouch!"
I stare again. Wasn't Farfello immune to pain? Then how on earth.?
"Hey! Are you ok?" He chuckles, "stop staring at me will you? You live here right?"
I snap out of my astonishment. "Yeah.thanks." I add as I get out of the car. I didn't hear what he said.
EN Notes: Yay! Another chapter. don't we all love Nagi angst?
Please review.
Copyright: I own the story line! Don't attempt to take this before advising me. I'll haunt you and make your life really miserable. You must believe me. my muse Adonis has satanic powers
Warnings: homosexual themes, language, drugs use, non graphic sex, pseudo sex, very strong violence, OOC-ness, supernatural themes, death, (mental) bond, horror, blood and gore and everything like such.
Alone (Nagi)
I force my eyes to stare at the constantly changing lights. Red, white, blue, white, yellow, white, green, white. it seems always to switch back to the color that's not actually a color.
I scan the crowd, after 6 cups of White Heart I could hardly focus on anything, especially moving figures. A tall brunette sits down next to me.
"Alone?" he asks me.
I look sideways at him; he's familiar, amber eyes and an Irish accent. Some part of him reminds me of something from a distant past. a past which I can not remember and wish to forget.
"Aren't we all?" I answer, smiling.
"But you seem more so." He pauses, "dumped?"
I shake my head. The only reason I came here tonight is escape. I can't stand being around that American moron anymore, now that Schuldich stopped fighting for me staying in Japan, he's practically positive that after a month, my suitcase would be with his on their way to Boston.
"Not dumped?" the brunette strums his fingers, but turn towards the bartender. A hot lady never the less, but wearing way to little. "Martini thanks." He says as he smiles at her, she smirks.
For a moment her smirk reminds me of Schuldich, the old Schuldich before the mission. True, he was a bit insane at the moment, but compared with the current Schuldich, I wouldn't hesitate to say that it's the former one I preferred.
He never looks at anyone directly anymore. Plus he hardly ever bothers to answer questions you ask him unless absolutely necessary. The coldness and the silence froze the whole apartment. I try to avoid it as much as possible.
"You new around here?" I snap out of my world and into reality.
"Second time." I tell him and regret it silently. Haven't my 4 years experiences as an assassin teach me not to give personal information to others?
"You have a. significant other half?"
"Oh, no." My thoughts drift to Tsukiyono.
He runs a finger down my face. I duck.
"You're. straight?"
I smirk in a Schuldich fashion. "I don't do strangers."
"Name's Jei." He holds out his hand.
"Naoe." I shake his hand, but he grabs them and pull me right up against him. I could feel the heat of his desire burning on my thigh.
"Can I 'do' you now?"
My smile disappear and my powers flare with anger. Before I know it, he's on the other side of the room, creating a pathway between the crowded dancers from me to him.
I walk towards him and stare into his amber eyes. "I don't 'do' strangers." I repeat and walk straight out of the bar.
The night is cold, cold and bitter like hard alcohol. I pull my jacket up instinctively. The streets were narrow and dark, the lamp is so old and tattered it's light couldn't compete with the full moon above me. I push through crowds of gangsters, receiving a few very harsh words. And then some whores, one tries to hook me up, but I throw her across into the gangsters using my powers.
I finally reach the highway. But the river of lights and moving machinery seems alien and distant. I reach an over-bridge and walk across the highway, when I reach the other side there is nothing but more skyscrapers that seems like gigantic poles in a prison.
Ok, I am truly lost.
"You lost, kid?" I turn around and see the brunette is beside me, driving a Mazda sport-car with no roof.
"Have you been stalking me?" I accuse. "You know I could throw you and your car into the nearest office building and explode your guts for all I care."
He laughs, "I don't doubt that. And no I haven't been stalking you. My apartment is two blocks ahead, now answer my question, are you lost?"
I sigh, "Yeah."
"Where do you live?"
"Why?"
"I'll give you a lift." He smiles, for a moment I could almost remember where I saw that smile, but the buzz at the back of my head is too much for me to handle.
Reluctantly, but without a choice, I climb into the car.
"You're lucky I found you. Somebody might have knocked you out and stolen your money." I don't answer him, but he continues at his own accord. "Where do you live?"
I tell him my address.
He gasps. "I had a friend who lives. I mean lived there."
"What happened?" I ask half-hearted.
"He was half insane. He died in a car crash, I was there as well, but I don't remember what happened."
I look up, confused.
"I lost my memory." He smiles. "They tell me that I'm Jei and my friend's Farfello. It's funny, I can't remember anything about myself but I do remember Farfello."
I stare at him. This. of course, the amber eyes and that the Irish accent. He's.I pinch myself, hard.
"Don't," He reaches out and touch my spiked belt by accident. "Ouch!"
I stare again. Wasn't Farfello immune to pain? Then how on earth.?
"Hey! Are you ok?" He chuckles, "stop staring at me will you? You live here right?"
I snap out of my astonishment. "Yeah.thanks." I add as I get out of the car. I didn't hear what he said.
EN Notes: Yay! Another chapter. don't we all love Nagi angst?
Please review.