Disclaimer: Slamdunk doesn't belong to me. I only burrowed them for my
perverse pleasure!!! Hahahahah!!!
Author's note: I wrote this with my friend Polly! This is unbetaed! You have been warned! YAOI!!!!! YAOI all the way!!! So if you don't like don't read!!! I can't be responsible to your mental health, but I can give you psychoanalysis. My way!!!
Pairing: Mainly Senru, but there's almost every pairing.
Hunter
"How do you define a hunter and a prey?"
"One who's being hunted is the prey, and the one who's hunting is the hunter."
"But who would the prey be, if two hunters hunted each other? "
It was chillingly beautiful night, in the mist of such a night stood an equally cold and beautiful youth. Messy ebony bangs hung low into his emotionless midnight blue eyes; he smiled, and then pulled the trigger. The bullet hit its target point blank in the forehead. An executioner's shot. Warm red liquid tainted the youth's pristine white suit, but he didn't seem to mind. The mysterious youth watched the dead corpse of his target fall with morbid fascination. He watched, as the blood slowly dye the grassy earth a hauntingly beautiful crimson. Spinning around, the blue- eyed boy left the park without another glance. Only his long tainted white trench coat seemed to want to linger; it billowed fluidly in the wind.
"Rukawa." Almond shaped blue eyes widened in surprise, as its owner raised his loaded gun towards the voice. "So we meet again, my Fallen Angel." Rukawa didn't reply, but narrowed his icy blue eyes menacingly at the tall boy with spiked hair.
"Sendoh." The name came with ease, and rolled off Rukawa's tongue even easier. Sendoh smiled at the sullen boy, spread his wings and glided down gracefully from his perch, one of the weeping willows that always seemed to mourn.
"So you remember." Sendoh said with his ubiquitous smile, and retracted his white wings.
"I do."
"I have orders to take your life."
"And I seek yours."
"I know." They spread their delicate wings; the snowy white ones of Sendoh clashed greatly with the ebony black ones of Rukawa. "Shall we?" Rukawa nodded in acceptance of the challenge. Bowing his head down towards the underworld, he whispered something inaudible. Suddenly a fiery glow surrounded him, illuminating his beautiful features, as a sword of the deepest black broke through the earth, and into the black winged angel's waiting hands. Raising his weapon towards Sendoh, Rukawa smirked. The spiky haired youth smiled at his opponent's smirk, and slipped into a battle stance with his beloved whip at his side. A flash draped itself across the velvet skies; it served as a commencing signal. Only the clashing of weapons can be heard under the starlit skies for many hours. Parry, thrust, lunge, dive, all actions that were memorized by heart. The fight continued with these actions, yet none was able to determine a winner.
"Well, well if it isn't Sendoh Akira." A smooth velvet like voice announced his presence. A figure in white spread his gray wings, and glided towards the two fighting angels with grace that none could compare. The two fighters stopped abruptly at the intrusion.
"Fujima Kenji." Sendoh bowed slightly. Not out of respect, but as a satirical gesture.
"Sendoh-san, good to see you again." Fujima smiled brightly; it was purely angelic, yet somehow devilish. "Rukawa you must return." Rukawa nodded his acknowledgement towards Fujima and took flight into the horizon.
"How have you been, Angelic Demon?"
"Well, and you?"
"Good enough."
"How's Toru?" Fujima let a moment of longing slip through his cheerful mask.
"Good. You still can't forget him, can you?"
"How can I? Tell him that I'm sorry."
"Too late for that don't you think?"
"Yes. Good bye Sendoh." Turning his back towards the ebony haired angel, he took flight into the horizon; the only things that were left were several crystal tears.
"He's not yet a demon." Sendoh whispered into the night, as he touched one of the crystallized tears. "Demons shed only blood."
Continue???
PS. Price of Pleasure is coming I promise!!!! I'm working on it!!! Really!!
Author's note: I wrote this with my friend Polly! This is unbetaed! You have been warned! YAOI!!!!! YAOI all the way!!! So if you don't like don't read!!! I can't be responsible to your mental health, but I can give you psychoanalysis. My way!!!
Pairing: Mainly Senru, but there's almost every pairing.
Hunter
"How do you define a hunter and a prey?"
"One who's being hunted is the prey, and the one who's hunting is the hunter."
"But who would the prey be, if two hunters hunted each other? "
It was chillingly beautiful night, in the mist of such a night stood an equally cold and beautiful youth. Messy ebony bangs hung low into his emotionless midnight blue eyes; he smiled, and then pulled the trigger. The bullet hit its target point blank in the forehead. An executioner's shot. Warm red liquid tainted the youth's pristine white suit, but he didn't seem to mind. The mysterious youth watched the dead corpse of his target fall with morbid fascination. He watched, as the blood slowly dye the grassy earth a hauntingly beautiful crimson. Spinning around, the blue- eyed boy left the park without another glance. Only his long tainted white trench coat seemed to want to linger; it billowed fluidly in the wind.
"Rukawa." Almond shaped blue eyes widened in surprise, as its owner raised his loaded gun towards the voice. "So we meet again, my Fallen Angel." Rukawa didn't reply, but narrowed his icy blue eyes menacingly at the tall boy with spiked hair.
"Sendoh." The name came with ease, and rolled off Rukawa's tongue even easier. Sendoh smiled at the sullen boy, spread his wings and glided down gracefully from his perch, one of the weeping willows that always seemed to mourn.
"So you remember." Sendoh said with his ubiquitous smile, and retracted his white wings.
"I do."
"I have orders to take your life."
"And I seek yours."
"I know." They spread their delicate wings; the snowy white ones of Sendoh clashed greatly with the ebony black ones of Rukawa. "Shall we?" Rukawa nodded in acceptance of the challenge. Bowing his head down towards the underworld, he whispered something inaudible. Suddenly a fiery glow surrounded him, illuminating his beautiful features, as a sword of the deepest black broke through the earth, and into the black winged angel's waiting hands. Raising his weapon towards Sendoh, Rukawa smirked. The spiky haired youth smiled at his opponent's smirk, and slipped into a battle stance with his beloved whip at his side. A flash draped itself across the velvet skies; it served as a commencing signal. Only the clashing of weapons can be heard under the starlit skies for many hours. Parry, thrust, lunge, dive, all actions that were memorized by heart. The fight continued with these actions, yet none was able to determine a winner.
"Well, well if it isn't Sendoh Akira." A smooth velvet like voice announced his presence. A figure in white spread his gray wings, and glided towards the two fighting angels with grace that none could compare. The two fighters stopped abruptly at the intrusion.
"Fujima Kenji." Sendoh bowed slightly. Not out of respect, but as a satirical gesture.
"Sendoh-san, good to see you again." Fujima smiled brightly; it was purely angelic, yet somehow devilish. "Rukawa you must return." Rukawa nodded his acknowledgement towards Fujima and took flight into the horizon.
"How have you been, Angelic Demon?"
"Well, and you?"
"Good enough."
"How's Toru?" Fujima let a moment of longing slip through his cheerful mask.
"Good. You still can't forget him, can you?"
"How can I? Tell him that I'm sorry."
"Too late for that don't you think?"
"Yes. Good bye Sendoh." Turning his back towards the ebony haired angel, he took flight into the horizon; the only things that were left were several crystal tears.
"He's not yet a demon." Sendoh whispered into the night, as he touched one of the crystallized tears. "Demons shed only blood."
Continue???
PS. Price of Pleasure is coming I promise!!!! I'm working on it!!! Really!!