Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon does not belong to me.
Rating: R
Part: 26
Warnings: Yuri, drug abuse, swearing, murder, physical abuse, AU
Pairing: Seiya x Yaten/Yaten x Seiya
Author: Fallen Seraphim
Author's E-mail: KittenXanax@aol.com
Author's Notes: I'm very sorry that I've been stalling a lot, in fact this chapter is probably gonna be really short. I've just been under large amounts of stress and pressure with my family, and it's not helping that several of my friends are extremely suicidal and crap and confiding in me with everything. Please understand that I'm very sorry and that I'll try and be a little quicker with my work.
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'My cigarette diet,
Means my throat hurts like hell.
My friends say I'm dying,
But I do it so well.'


~Soft Cell, "The Art of Falling Apart"
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Of Crows and Doves
Chapter 26: Ma Deuil
[ My Mourning ]
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Yaten dropped the bloody dagger to the floor as she allowed a painful sob to escape her lips. She clamped her eyes shut and looked up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the burning feeling of the cuts in her flesh. The hot tears that dripped down her cheeks making the cuts sting more than they already had. Yaten looks down at her palms, noticing the drops of scarlet that stained the clean skin. She let out a shaky sigh as she laid down on the cold comforter, sobbing in the pillow. "My pain…"

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Seiya stared bleakly into the mirror, hating the silence that surrounded her. She ran her fingertips over her chest and ran them up her neck. "Lady Caine or Seiya Kou? Who am I?" She traced her lips with her wandering fingertips. "I'm sick of playing this guessing game with myself," She dropped her arm to her side, as she looked to at herself. Her ribs had begun showing and her skin was becoming so pale it was almost gray. As if she had died years ago. She lifted her hands and ran her fingers through her hair. "I once has beautiful, full hair… But now it's limp…" She tried smiling and getting the angry perk from her eyebrows. "I can't smile…? Am I that guilty?"

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Ayako stared at her door, suddenly feeling a sense of worry and dreariness. She bit her cherry-tainted lip before clutched the cold doorknob and twisting it. She slowly opened her door, gagging slightly at the stench of blood. "What died in here?" Ayako's eyes widened at the small, tattered woman that lay on her bed. Ayako closed her eyes and shook her head, wishing what she was all a dream. She snapped her eyes back open and suddenly felt weak, though she still rushed to the bedside. "Kou! Yaten Kou!" Ayako put her hand against Yaten's shoulder and shook her. Yaten cracked her eyes open and cringed slightly. Ayako growled slightly and grabbed Yaten's other shoulder and jerked her upward. "WHAT IS IT?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! WHAT IS IT THAT IS POSSESSING YOU?! MAY THE LORD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL!!" Yaten opened her mouth only to have Ayako shut it with a slap across her cheek. "Don't you dare give me any more of your white lies," She ignored the blood beginning to pour out of Yaten's cut again as she traveled to her closet and pulled out her nightgown. Ayako traveled back to Yaten's bed and wrapped it tightly around her. "I'm taking you to the hospital. I can't put up with this. I tried to help you, but as I said, you're refusing to help yourself."

Ayako ran out of her room holding Yaten in her arms. Yaten stared lazily up at Ayako, noticing the deep frown upon her face. Yaten closed her eyes and sighed heavily, the gashes and slashes burning worse than they did before; as if it were eating away at her flesh. "Ayako," Ayako scanned her eyes over the multiple rows of seats and the alter, making sure nobody was there.

"What is it?" Ayako ran down the side aisle and pressed her back against the slightly ajar door.

"Can you hear them sing?" Ayako looked down the sidewalks making sure they were as abandon as they were on weekdays and after masses. She clutched Yaten to her chest and began walking.

"Can I hear who sing?"

"The angels. You're there everyday. Have you ever heard them sing?" Ayako stopped walking and looked down at Yaten.

"How can you ask such a question when your life essence is simply flowing out of you?"

"I don't care. Have you?" Ayako swallowed in her throat and looked ahead of her again.

"I can't say I have," She replied softly. "Have you, Yaten Kou? Have you ever been blessed by hearing them sing?" Yaten nodded quickly, as Ayako lifted an eyebrow. "Oh, really? When have you ever heard their sweet voices up in the heavens?"

"When I was in the most extreme pain, and in the arms of bittersweet death. That's when I heard the beautiful angels sing." Ayako was slightly taken aback by the slightly morbid answer, and how it could possibly associated with such a question. But Ayako nodded.

"I'm sure they were singing just to keep you alive."