AUTHOR'S NOTES: I thought this up after being inspired by Lucifiel's "The Longest Line". *bows down to Lucifiel* Hehehe… Hope nobody kills me…*ducks* Comments, or flames are welcome.^^
DISCLAIMER: The characters don't belong to me. They belong to Kaori Yuki. (Except for some characters that are obviously mine) Anyway, don't sue me. I don't have any money.
To Eternity
Chapter Two
Michael was frustrated when he found out from their agent that Pyro had made an unexpected appearance. And he was now trying to disrupt Kira Sakuya's, no, that man's human life.
Why Pyro? Why? He's not… worth it…He donned his clothing and reported to the High Council that he would be going down to Earth to settle the matter. They approved of this but suggested that he take someone with him just in case. So… he called Raphael.
He recalled the first time he met Pyro…
He stalking off after some infuriating meeting and found himself standing outside his brother's now empty office. He couldn't shake the feeling that someone was in there so he opened it and found someone sitting on the chair behind the large desk. It was so dark that he couldn't make out just who it was.
"So glad you could come, Mika-chan."
Michael flinched at the lazy drawl of the man. He found it familiar and at the same time it was not. He flicked open the switch to find a fiery red-haired youth sitting on his brother's chair. A closer look at the boy made him gasp. If it wasn't for the tattoo and the red hair… NO!
"Who ARE you?!"
"Pyro, my Master's… hmm…, you could say source of pleasure, a whore..." Michael flinched at the word not knowing why. " This place is too easily breached. You guys are too lax."
Michael let loose his fury at the Pyro as the boy smirked at him. He was shocked to find out that Pyro could also use fire to nullify his attack. The windows broke and walls crumbled around them.
"Don't' be too hasty. We'll see each other again some other time, Mi-ka-chan." Pyro turned to leave. " And we'll finish this…" he added.
Michael growled when Pyro flashed him another smart-ass smirk before he vanished…
Michael scowled at the thought. He grabbed his jacket and strapped on his broad sword. He was going to walk over to the door when it suddenly slid open and Raphael walked in.
"I came here as soon as I could. This better be important. You didn't really say much in the message you know."
"That was the point so you'd come here," Michael wryly answered. "Anyway, I'm going to Earth and the old geezers want me to take someone with me just in case, so I figured you'd do just fine."
"Could you have at least consulted with me before you told the High Council?" Raphael said exasperatedly.
Michael just shrugged. "I can't take that back now you know. So you might as well come along. Besides, you're spending too much time with those women and a little abstinence would do you good."
Raphael sighed and shook his head in resignation. He knew that Michael's mind was made up especially since it concerned Him. He couldn't really do anything about it. What Mika-chan felt about that man was in so deep but at the same time painful. Raphael couldn't really understand what Mika really felt when it came to that.
They both went down to Earth to investigate the wayward fallen angel's activity.
* * *
Pyro yawned another time during the first period on Thursday. Sakuya had smiled at him at least once. That was a good thing. He found that Sakuya was nothing like his Master. Sakuya was more of the opposite but nonetheless, still captivating.
When he's Sakuya, he still giving the same aura as any human being… But he'll be waking soon… It won't be long now… Michael, this your, no, our last chance. Don't screw up!
Then he thought about that boy, Kosuke.
Should be getting rid of him soon. Because of him, Michael must've found out by now. K'so!Just then, the bell rang. He quickly got out of the room and ran outside. He needed to think.
* * *
Michael sighed as he walked into the school compound. Raphael was somewhere cavorting with women, having a good time. He could've stopped him but he really didn't care. He was hell bent on getting some answers.
He couldn't believe his luck when he spotted a tall, red-haired young man walk out of the school building.
They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before the guy put on a smart-ass smirk. Michael gritted his teeth at the gesture. It reminded him too much of his brother. He hated it. He just stood there as the guy slowly walked over.
"Well, well, Mika-chan. I didn't expect you to come visit so soon," Pyro drawled.
"When it concerns you and him, it demands immediate attention."
"I'm flattered. But it's highly unnecessary. You know as well as I that his memory won't stay clouded forever. Eventually he will remember and when that happens, you will fall as well."
"What?!"
"No, you've already fallen. Ever since…"
"Are you insinuating that I'm in league with that?!"
"I'm saying that no matter how much you deny it, you still lo –"
"Enough!"
"Hmm…" Pyro smirked, "I think you still haven't figured out what you really feel yet. How slow can you really be?" He sighed and shrugged, shaking his head.
"Huh? Who are you to say anything about me? I don't even really know you!"
"Oh? That's so cruel of you, Mika-chan. To forget about yourself so easily."
"What?!"
"Until you admit it, you and I will always be separate." Pyro turned around and started walking away.
"I don't understand…" Michael shook his head in confusion.
"Don't worry. Eventually you will. Two halves must become whole sooner or later."
* * *
"Hey! Sakuya-san! Where are you going tonight?" Kyosuke asked Sakuya after school.
"Haven't thought about it yet. You?" Sakuya scratched his head.
"I wouldn't know. I haven't explored Tokyo long enough to know any decent bars yet." Kyosuke pouted.
Sakuya chuckled to himself. Kyosuke looked cute when he pouted. Actually, no matter what Kyosuke did, he would always look cute. Sakuya blushed at the thought. He had already had this all sorted out. He really liked Kyosuke a lot.
"Ah! I know! Why don't you come over to my place, Sakuya-san?" Kyosuke's eyes twinkled.
"Um…" Sakuya had a hard time with that question.
* * *
After many debates in his mind, Sakuya finally said yes. Pyro smiled inwardly.
Maybe this will help jog up his memory…Reaching his apartment, he leaned closer to Sakuya, finding a little satisfaction that Sakuya instantly turned red. He leaned closer and lightly brushed his lips on Sakuya's then he pulled away.
Sakuya just looked at him wide-eyed, unable to speak as Pyro left his bag by the kitchen counter and walked over to the couch. But instead of sitting on the couch, Pyro sat on the fur rug in front of it and got the fireplace going.
"This place isn't much. Haven't decorated it much just yet," Pyro said, pertaining to the black and white colors of the room. The only things that looked personal were the things that were colored red.
Sakuya shook his head slightly, trying to shake of the sensations Kyosuke brought on him. He walked over to Kyosuke, then the scene struck him as familiar. Then his head started throbbing. It really hurt!
Pyro looked over at Sakuya as he clutched at his head and fainted.
* * *
Sakuya opened his eyes at the feel of someone's lips on his.
Kyosuke?
Kyosuke walked over to the fireplace with a black silken bed sheet wrapped around his lean figure. Then he beckoned to him seductively, to make love on the fur rug.
Michael…
Then everything blacked out.
Sakuya opened his eyes for real this time and found himself blushing. He was rested on Kyosuke's lap while Kyosuke was leaning against the couch, asleep. He sat up.
Who was that guy? He looked exactly like Kyosuke.
"Michael… Pyro…" Sakuya unknowingly whispered.
"Yes, Lucifer-sama…"
Sakuya looked over to Kyosuke. Kyosuke was still fast asleep. The ever-present patch tempted him to pull it off.
Lucifer?Just then, Kyosuke's eyes fluttered open. "Oh. You're awake."
"Un."
Sakuya was curious as to who this Lucifer guy is and what his connection to Kyosuke was. He wanted to ask but somehow, he felt like he already knew so he didn't.
* * *
It was a few hours later that Sakuya found himself walking home. He was so deep in his thoughts that he walked directly into someone and knocked that someone over.
"Um… sorry." He knelt and tried to help the guy.
Red hair?Michael looked up at Sakuya with wide eyes. It was him!
"Mika-chan…" Sakuya said. Then he covered his mouth. This was getting out of hand! He'd been saying names of people he don't even know!
If possible, Michael's eyes widened a bit more.
"Um… Sorry," Sakuya quickly said as he pulled the boy up and ran off.
* * *
Michael watched as Sakuya ran off. He went straight back to the hotel where he and Raphael were staying. He opened the door and found that Raphael still hadn't returned.
Probably still cavorting with women as usual.
He went to bed. It had been a long day. He hadn't gotten answers from the fallen angel, Pyro. What he ended with were more confusing questions.
Who is Pyro for real? The angelic records say that he doesn't even exist.
Michael closed his eyes and fell asleep but his mind wasn't going to get much rest.
* * *
Swords clashed and a broken blade flew into the air. Michael and Lucifer, neither of them moved. Then a few moments later, blood oozed on the floor and Michael and, out of nowhere, Pyro fell down unconscious.
Some angels came to stop him but Lucifer easily evaded them and smirked before disappearing into the depths of Hell, carrying Pyro with him
.
~ ~ ~
Pyro woke up hurting all over. He tried to stretch his body but found that it was just too painful. The bed felt good under him. Bed? He sat up in surprise but instantly regretted it. The wound on his chest hurt really badly, not to mention the cuts, scrapes and bruises he got from Lucifer.
Speak of the devil, where is he?He looked around the room. It was a large room with no windows. The fireplace in front of the bed basically lighted it up. Fur carpets lined the floor. It was all decorated in black with some white streaks. The entire room was black as well. Even the silk bed sheets were black.
There doesn't seem to be a door to this room…He slowly got out of bed, glad that whoever it was that tended his wounds had the decency to leave his pants on. He went through the things in the room, hoping to find a way out but instead discovered that the room belonged to Lucifer himself. His mind went into disarray.
No…Panicking, he grabbed the black trench coat on the bed and slipped it on. He was going to get out of here by hook or by crook. Then he heard a chuckle.
"You really shouldn't be in a hurry to get out of there. You won't be able to get out anyway. It's useless to resist."
Pyro looked at the source of the voice. It was the mirror in the far corner of the room. There was a familiar woman in it.
"Belial…"
"Don't worry. I won't be able to do anything to you. The only person who can get in and out of there at the moment is him."
"Him…?" Pyro paled.
"You're lucky. He wants you. Enough to lock you up and keep you in that room, away from everyone else's reach. Not even Barbelo has that privilege…"
"I don't… care. I need to go back to Michael. Now." Despite himself, Pyro trembled in both fright and delight. He tried shaking the forbidden feeling inside of him.
"Oh?" Belial commented.
"Leave us," a voice ordered as an arm went around Pyro's waist.
Belial vanished from the mirror. Pyro, recognizing the voice as Lucifer's, tried to spring himself free of the unyielding arm, blood rising to his face.
"Let me go, Lucifer."
"Oh? I was thinking that you'd enjoy being in my arms. If not now, later after the deed then ne?"
Pyro closed his eyes and tried to shake off the overwhelming urge to give himself completely to the man behind him. "Please… Let me go back to Mika-chan. Please…"
"Never." Lucifer released his hold on Pyro so that he would be able to see Pyro's face, a little bit disappointed that Pyro jumped away from him as soon as he let go.
"Why?!"
"When are you going to learn that you belong to me? You-Are-Mine," Lucifer insisted.
"WAS yours," Pyro corrected, "Never again."
To emphasize his point, he crossed his arms across his chest defiantly.
"You're only denying yourself. Is it because of Michael?" Lucifer smirked at him, moving one step closer.
Pyro stared into the depths of Lucifer's eyes, finding himself fighting a losing battle. He had a hard time trying to keep himself in check. If Lucifer moved another step closer, he might find himself running into the man's arms. He couldn't allow that to happen. Mika-chan would get hurt. He loved Mika-chan.
"Why try to deny me? You were mine, still are and will always be. Half or whole. Forever."
"I… I…" Pyro clutched his head, desperately trying to shut out the impure and forbidden thoughts that bombarded his mind.
"Michael thinks you're already dead. Give it up. You don't need to bother yourself with any of those angels anymore. You're free."
Pyro looked up at Lucifer, tears streaming down his face. "Lucifer… Lucifer-sama… I…" He shook his head, refusing to finish what he was about to say.
Lucifer tsked and said, "Stubborn fool."
He crossed the distance between them, pulled the confused boy into his arms and kissed him thoroughly. Pyro succumbed immediately letting himself have what he wanted for so long, refusing to think. There would be hell to pay tomorrow but he didn't care. What mattered was tonight. Everything else will just have to wait.
~ ~ ~
After hours of "strenuous activity", Pyro laid on his side his body limp, his eyes dazed and was panting heavily.
"Good, huh?" Lucifer commented smugly. "The wounds don't seem to bother you when we do it, do they?"
Pyro remained quiet as he slowly gathered his thoughts. But all of it went flying when Lucifer pulled him closer and kissed him.
"You shouldn't really think. The bed, MY bed isn't made for that. Would you like more samples of what should be done on my bed? Or would you prefer the fur rug by the fireplace?" He smirked, seeing the light blush on Pyro's cheeks at the suggestion as he traced the wound on the boy's back with his finger.
What Lucifer hadn't expected was that Pyro would take the initiative to kiss, walking over by the fireplace with the black, silken bed sheet wrapped around him, and tease him, seductively beckoning him to make love to him. Lucifer chuckled to himself.
First an innocent, a wanton the next but he's mine. Forever. Never anyone else's. Ever.
Michael woke up with a start. Breathing heavily, he glanced over at the clock.
It's only three in the morning! Man…He looked over to the other bed.
Raph's still not here…Suddenly a little dizzy he lay back down on his bed.
Where in the world did all those come from? Lucifer…Onii-chan…* * *
Pyro chuckled to himself as he opened his eyes.
It's been a while since he's been in my head. Or is it the other way around?
He smirked as he got out of bed. He looked out the window.
Mika-chan… When are you going to realize that you and I are…? We are one and the same. No matter how much you deny it, you would always feel this way about him. Falling is no longer an option. You've already fallen… even way before me…
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: I would just like to thank Gaberiel Yaslana for reviewing. And yes I am pure uncorrupted evil. BWAHAHA!!! *strikes an idiotic "I-AM-TENSAI" pose with eyes shining so bright that people need sunglasses to look at her* ??? *sees Lucifer in the corner of her eyes* LUCIFER-SAMA! *waves her hands around, not noticing him cringe and quickly exits the scene* Anyway, please review again. Pretty please with sugar on top? *does the "I'M-INNOCENT-CUTE-AND-CUDDLY" look which always fails miserably with her friends* HEHEHEHE…
I would also like to thank kc-chan for reviewing. And no, I don't think there's going to be a lemon. (I don't know how to write one.) I guess it's probably just going to be lime. The high rating… I don't really know how to rate my fic…
AND *drum rolls please* thanks to Lucifiel, my inspiration for this fic for reviewing!!! *does an I-R-Baboon victory dance* Hehehehe…
