Title: Flame
Part: 1/?
Author: Black Rainbow
Genre: Crossover, AU, yaoi
Status: ongoing, unedited
Archive: here, pinkbutterflies
Disclaimer: SD belongs to Takehiko Inoue. This is a crossover with the Night World, which was created by L.J. Smith. I'm not sure if I'm using original NW characters yet....
Comments: erm. characters will probably be OOC, as this chapter was originally written to be a NW fic. but then I couldn't continue it, and started thinking of making it a crossover, so I just changed the names and some descriptions....
As I'm not sure if anyone here reads the Night World series, a brief explanation: The Night World is like a secret organization of vampires, shapeshifters, werewolves, and witches who live among humans. The rulers of the Night World are called Elders, and each race has their own council, as well as a joint council of Elders from all races. There are 2 main rules in the Night World, punishable by death:
1. never fall in love with a human
2. never let a human know about the Night World
(In the NW, humans were considered as 'vermins')
In the witch community, there are two main circles: Circle Twilight and Circle Midnight. A witch chooses his/her circle when he/she reaches 18. But somewhere in the series another Circle was created, called Circle Daybreak. This circle accepts not only witches, but other night people and humans as well. Their mission is to make the Night People and humans live in harmony (or something like that).
THis fic is meant to be set somewhere near the end of the series, so there's a lot more.... but Flame was created by me, and that as well as the other stuff will be revealed in future chapters... it's meant to be that way.
CHAPTER 1
Hanamichi walked to his next class with his eyes downcast, his long bright red hair falling everywhere, covering all of his face so that no one could tell if they were looking at the back or the front of his head. He didn't need to see to know that everyone else within a radius of him was backing up with fear or hatred or maybe even disgust. He didn't need to hear their whispers to know what they were saying, but he heard them anyway.
"... a whole town!"
"... I heard last fall..."
"... witchcraft."
He forced herself to walk on. Just one week in the new school and it already happened. Why did he even bother to move? Why did he beg his aunt to let him change schools, try to be normal? It was futile. Everyone thought -
"Ow! Hey, watch you're going, kid!"
He had bumped into a brick wall. Startled, he looked up just enough so that the tiny tip of his nose could be seen amidst the mess that was his hair.
It was a boy. He was the most gorgeous boy Hanamichi had ever seen, although that wasn't saying much - he hadn't seen a lot of gorgeous boys. The boy in front of him was probably the same height as him, but his hair (that seemed to be spiked in a gravity defying manner) made him look much taller. He didn't look old enough to get away with calling him a kid, but he was too surprised to say anything. He wondered who was this gorgeous boy who didn't have the sense to stay away from him.
/Didn't anyone tell him how -dangerous- I am?/
The boy smiled, and the thought faded away. Something in his stomach went flipside. He suddenly couldn't breathe.
"I-"
Great. Now he couldn't speak. /Well, that ought to confirm everyone's opinion that I'm really a retard./
"You're Sakuragi Hanamichi, aren't you?" the boy asked. His voice was light, musical.
Hanamichi nodded slowly, backing away. The boy kept smiling at him - his hair made Hanamichi felt somewhat shorter, though he knew it wasn't true - like he was amused or something. Hanamichi wished he would stop smiling. It disturbed him, and looking at the boy's smile makes his bones tingle all over like he just had been zapped with something white-hot and electric, and it -hurts-.
"Hey, don't go. I've been looking for you. My name's Sendoh Akira," the other boy offered gently. Hanamichi didn't trust his voice. Something in him, the something that made him do terrible things, told him that Sendoh was not a gentle sort of person. Sendoh held out his hand. Hanamichi just looked at his outstretched hands until the other boy dropped them and raised his eyebrow questioningly at him.
"What do you want?" he asked defensively. He may avoid confrontation, but it doesn't mean that he couldn't defend himself if he wanted to.
"Ah." Sendoh smiled again. "I want to talk about Flame," he said lazily, in a low undertone.
The white-hot feeling that was building in Hanamichi evaporated, leaving a rush of cold panic freezing his insides and under his skin. "I'm not . . ." he faltered. "I -didn't- -"
Giving up, he backed away further and started to walk away.
"Don't you want to be able to control it?" Sendoh called out. Several students that were trying to avoid Hanamichi gave him strange looks.
Hanamichi's heart stopped, the hope building in him so fast that it was like he suddenly found himself at the edge of a high cliff and he didn't know if he was going to fall or not. He turned around fast, his hair flying in all directions, and Sendoh saw a barely visible flash of intense brown under the red hair. But Hanamichi's eyes were quickly invisible again, his face hiding under the hair. "I could . . . control it?" he asked wonderingly.
Sendoh's smile went broader, but something about him still disturbed Hanamichi. "We can talk later. Say . . . at Escape Fantasy at 4:oo p.m" He then turned and walked out of the hall walking with a grace a dancer would kill for.
Hanamichi realised at that moment what was disturbing her. He was inhumanly beautiful. And although his smile radiated a warmth that shot through Hanamichi like electric, his eyes were icily, chillingly cold.
})i({
Escape Fantasy, a small cafe that was rarely frequented by the locals, was exactly that to Sakuragi. An escape. From his life. From everyone. From what he was.
Once he yearned that one day he would be able to be normal. That he would have friends, people that cared for him. That he would be able to forget his weird flashes, his visions. But they weren't the only things that was strange about him. He found that out last fall. Now he knew that there was no way that he could ever be normal, and he only wanted one thing; to be left alone.
It was when he was thinking this that he heard Sendoh's polite cough, letting him know he wasn't alone anymore. He looked up. He knew that all Sendoh could see was the tip of her nose but he still felt too exposed.
"You said I could control it," he said softly.
Taking a seat opposite him, Sendoh said, "first, let me let you in on a little secret." He leaned over the table and spoke so quietly that Hanamichi had to do the same to hear. "It's called the Night World."
})i({
"I'm supposed to believe that I'm actually a -real- witch?"
"Right."
"And you're a vampire."
Sendoh nodded. "But what -" Hanamichi shook his head. There were more important things to ask. "But how does that help me control this . . . this thing I do?"
"Control?" Sendoh laughed a little. "It's too powerful for even you to control, and we think you have the life-force of the whole Inner Circle put together."
He frowned. "You said -"
Sendoh raised a hand. "-You- said it. -I- didn't." He smiled coldly. "What you -could- do, however, is use this power of yours to help us."
"Why?"
Sendoh just looked straight at him, with a 'I think you know why' look in his eyes. Hanamichi swallowed, hard. "But I don't -want- to do anything! I'm not like that. I'm not - "
"- evil? Hanamichi, you destroyed a whole town and killed God knows how many innocent people." He offered another cold smile, and continued thoughtfully. "Including your -"
"I didn't -want- to do it," Hanamichi whispered, pushing back all his feelings. His grief wasn't going to undo what he had done. /Sendoh's right, you know/ a voice said inside him. /You -are- evil. How else could you have done what you did?/ "Can't any of the witches help me?" he asked desperately.
Sendoh chuckled. "The witches are no longer a part of the Night World, Hanamichi. They've seceded. Except for the darkest ones from Circle Midnight. Anyway, they would -kill- you if they know, you know. What you have done. What you could do. You're still like a walking time-bomb waiting to go off. You're too powerful, too destructive, and to Circle Daybreak - that's where all the other witches belong now - you are the enemy."
- tbc -
Part: 1/?
Author: Black Rainbow
Genre: Crossover, AU, yaoi
Status: ongoing, unedited
Archive: here, pinkbutterflies
Disclaimer: SD belongs to Takehiko Inoue. This is a crossover with the Night World, which was created by L.J. Smith. I'm not sure if I'm using original NW characters yet....
Comments: erm. characters will probably be OOC, as this chapter was originally written to be a NW fic. but then I couldn't continue it, and started thinking of making it a crossover, so I just changed the names and some descriptions....
As I'm not sure if anyone here reads the Night World series, a brief explanation: The Night World is like a secret organization of vampires, shapeshifters, werewolves, and witches who live among humans. The rulers of the Night World are called Elders, and each race has their own council, as well as a joint council of Elders from all races. There are 2 main rules in the Night World, punishable by death:
1. never fall in love with a human
2. never let a human know about the Night World
(In the NW, humans were considered as 'vermins')
In the witch community, there are two main circles: Circle Twilight and Circle Midnight. A witch chooses his/her circle when he/she reaches 18. But somewhere in the series another Circle was created, called Circle Daybreak. This circle accepts not only witches, but other night people and humans as well. Their mission is to make the Night People and humans live in harmony (or something like that).
THis fic is meant to be set somewhere near the end of the series, so there's a lot more.... but Flame was created by me, and that as well as the other stuff will be revealed in future chapters... it's meant to be that way.
CHAPTER 1
Hanamichi walked to his next class with his eyes downcast, his long bright red hair falling everywhere, covering all of his face so that no one could tell if they were looking at the back or the front of his head. He didn't need to see to know that everyone else within a radius of him was backing up with fear or hatred or maybe even disgust. He didn't need to hear their whispers to know what they were saying, but he heard them anyway.
"... a whole town!"
"... I heard last fall..."
"... witchcraft."
He forced herself to walk on. Just one week in the new school and it already happened. Why did he even bother to move? Why did he beg his aunt to let him change schools, try to be normal? It was futile. Everyone thought -
"Ow! Hey, watch you're going, kid!"
He had bumped into a brick wall. Startled, he looked up just enough so that the tiny tip of his nose could be seen amidst the mess that was his hair.
It was a boy. He was the most gorgeous boy Hanamichi had ever seen, although that wasn't saying much - he hadn't seen a lot of gorgeous boys. The boy in front of him was probably the same height as him, but his hair (that seemed to be spiked in a gravity defying manner) made him look much taller. He didn't look old enough to get away with calling him a kid, but he was too surprised to say anything. He wondered who was this gorgeous boy who didn't have the sense to stay away from him.
/Didn't anyone tell him how -dangerous- I am?/
The boy smiled, and the thought faded away. Something in his stomach went flipside. He suddenly couldn't breathe.
"I-"
Great. Now he couldn't speak. /Well, that ought to confirm everyone's opinion that I'm really a retard./
"You're Sakuragi Hanamichi, aren't you?" the boy asked. His voice was light, musical.
Hanamichi nodded slowly, backing away. The boy kept smiling at him - his hair made Hanamichi felt somewhat shorter, though he knew it wasn't true - like he was amused or something. Hanamichi wished he would stop smiling. It disturbed him, and looking at the boy's smile makes his bones tingle all over like he just had been zapped with something white-hot and electric, and it -hurts-.
"Hey, don't go. I've been looking for you. My name's Sendoh Akira," the other boy offered gently. Hanamichi didn't trust his voice. Something in him, the something that made him do terrible things, told him that Sendoh was not a gentle sort of person. Sendoh held out his hand. Hanamichi just looked at his outstretched hands until the other boy dropped them and raised his eyebrow questioningly at him.
"What do you want?" he asked defensively. He may avoid confrontation, but it doesn't mean that he couldn't defend himself if he wanted to.
"Ah." Sendoh smiled again. "I want to talk about Flame," he said lazily, in a low undertone.
The white-hot feeling that was building in Hanamichi evaporated, leaving a rush of cold panic freezing his insides and under his skin. "I'm not . . ." he faltered. "I -didn't- -"
Giving up, he backed away further and started to walk away.
"Don't you want to be able to control it?" Sendoh called out. Several students that were trying to avoid Hanamichi gave him strange looks.
Hanamichi's heart stopped, the hope building in him so fast that it was like he suddenly found himself at the edge of a high cliff and he didn't know if he was going to fall or not. He turned around fast, his hair flying in all directions, and Sendoh saw a barely visible flash of intense brown under the red hair. But Hanamichi's eyes were quickly invisible again, his face hiding under the hair. "I could . . . control it?" he asked wonderingly.
Sendoh's smile went broader, but something about him still disturbed Hanamichi. "We can talk later. Say . . . at Escape Fantasy at 4:oo p.m" He then turned and walked out of the hall walking with a grace a dancer would kill for.
Hanamichi realised at that moment what was disturbing her. He was inhumanly beautiful. And although his smile radiated a warmth that shot through Hanamichi like electric, his eyes were icily, chillingly cold.
})i({
Escape Fantasy, a small cafe that was rarely frequented by the locals, was exactly that to Sakuragi. An escape. From his life. From everyone. From what he was.
Once he yearned that one day he would be able to be normal. That he would have friends, people that cared for him. That he would be able to forget his weird flashes, his visions. But they weren't the only things that was strange about him. He found that out last fall. Now he knew that there was no way that he could ever be normal, and he only wanted one thing; to be left alone.
It was when he was thinking this that he heard Sendoh's polite cough, letting him know he wasn't alone anymore. He looked up. He knew that all Sendoh could see was the tip of her nose but he still felt too exposed.
"You said I could control it," he said softly.
Taking a seat opposite him, Sendoh said, "first, let me let you in on a little secret." He leaned over the table and spoke so quietly that Hanamichi had to do the same to hear. "It's called the Night World."
})i({
"I'm supposed to believe that I'm actually a -real- witch?"
"Right."
"And you're a vampire."
Sendoh nodded. "But what -" Hanamichi shook his head. There were more important things to ask. "But how does that help me control this . . . this thing I do?"
"Control?" Sendoh laughed a little. "It's too powerful for even you to control, and we think you have the life-force of the whole Inner Circle put together."
He frowned. "You said -"
Sendoh raised a hand. "-You- said it. -I- didn't." He smiled coldly. "What you -could- do, however, is use this power of yours to help us."
"Why?"
Sendoh just looked straight at him, with a 'I think you know why' look in his eyes. Hanamichi swallowed, hard. "But I don't -want- to do anything! I'm not like that. I'm not - "
"- evil? Hanamichi, you destroyed a whole town and killed God knows how many innocent people." He offered another cold smile, and continued thoughtfully. "Including your -"
"I didn't -want- to do it," Hanamichi whispered, pushing back all his feelings. His grief wasn't going to undo what he had done. /Sendoh's right, you know/ a voice said inside him. /You -are- evil. How else could you have done what you did?/ "Can't any of the witches help me?" he asked desperately.
Sendoh chuckled. "The witches are no longer a part of the Night World, Hanamichi. They've seceded. Except for the darkest ones from Circle Midnight. Anyway, they would -kill- you if they know, you know. What you have done. What you could do. You're still like a walking time-bomb waiting to go off. You're too powerful, too destructive, and to Circle Daybreak - that's where all the other witches belong now - you are the enemy."
- tbc -
