Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine, if they were I might be able to pay for college....
Pairings: AyaxKen, maybe more... dunno yet ^_~
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, death, angst, psychotic characters... um.. yeah this sure is gonna be a joy ride... (note how that just drips sarcasm)
"Part one: Destroying a Mind"
By Nauta Iupiter
"Prologue: The Death of a Beast"
A shot rang out, shattering the unearthly serenity of the darkened night. Its brief, yet blinding light, illuminated instantly those, who clung to the shadows, crouched low, waiting for their moment to strike. It was a warning from their blackened protector, a signal that they were not alone; The enemy was drawing nearer.
A silver ray of moonlight bounced off the metalic blade of the hunter, as he crept forth from his cocoon of blackness toward his prey. He moved with the grace of the night itself, born of years of intamacy and understanding, even his buckled boots betrayed no sound.
He was a hunter of the darkness and yet just as much a creature of it as they. However, he let the desolate void embrace him, flurished in the solitude and comfort it provided, and in this he had the upper hand.
Faintly, he heard the sound of the others moving out behind him, in persuit of their own beasts, as he crept forward towards his target. He thought little on them, his focus rivited on the white haired man ahead.
In a flash he lept up, his katana raised above his head. His hair, the color of drying blood, clung to his ivory skin as the wind moved about him, around him, through him, as if he was just an illusion, a shadow in the night. With a silent cry, he brought the razor edge down upon the wild beast, slicing him through, no remorse, no regret showing in his narrowed orbs.
An animalstic scream echoed off the concrete pilars of the forsakened wharehouse, bounding back in horrific clarity. The pungent smell of death hung in the air. Someone was going to die.
Farfarello looked up into the violet eyes of the Bringer of Death, his want to strike out, tear the man apart, beatened only by the weakness in his limbs, as his life dripped away like red rain from his chest.
So, this was how it ended. He was to die at the hands of Weiss, his weak and unqualified enemy. How... ironic and yet bitterly anticlimatic. The crazed Irishman chuckled with his dying breath. God sure had a sense of humor.
Aya stood, his katana, stained with the life of yet another beast, hanging at his side. He sensed more than heard his team surround him, unsuccessful in their attemps, their bodies torn and battered, as they quietly looked upon the body of a once deadly foe.
Just as they were about to turn away, to leave another night of killing at their backs, a criptic and cold voice snaked out from the shadows.
"Another Berserker will rise up and take his place."
And with that, all was silent.
TBC
Notes:
Yeah, that was Crawford who said that at the end, he could be just saying that as an assumption or know it as a fact, never know with Psycho... er... PsychIC boy.
Hn. Well, at least the damn prologue is done. I know, I know, it's kinda short *shrugs* but I guess you can say it makes up for the rest of this fic. I see it being a four parter (and I don't mean chapters), more like four fics. o.O I hope you guys liked it so far, please tell me what you think, k? It gives me a "happy" ^_~
Pairings: AyaxKen, maybe more... dunno yet ^_~
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, death, angst, psychotic characters... um.. yeah this sure is gonna be a joy ride... (note how that just drips sarcasm)
"Part one: Destroying a Mind"
By Nauta Iupiter
"Prologue: The Death of a Beast"
A shot rang out, shattering the unearthly serenity of the darkened night. Its brief, yet blinding light, illuminated instantly those, who clung to the shadows, crouched low, waiting for their moment to strike. It was a warning from their blackened protector, a signal that they were not alone; The enemy was drawing nearer.
A silver ray of moonlight bounced off the metalic blade of the hunter, as he crept forth from his cocoon of blackness toward his prey. He moved with the grace of the night itself, born of years of intamacy and understanding, even his buckled boots betrayed no sound.
He was a hunter of the darkness and yet just as much a creature of it as they. However, he let the desolate void embrace him, flurished in the solitude and comfort it provided, and in this he had the upper hand.
Faintly, he heard the sound of the others moving out behind him, in persuit of their own beasts, as he crept forward towards his target. He thought little on them, his focus rivited on the white haired man ahead.
In a flash he lept up, his katana raised above his head. His hair, the color of drying blood, clung to his ivory skin as the wind moved about him, around him, through him, as if he was just an illusion, a shadow in the night. With a silent cry, he brought the razor edge down upon the wild beast, slicing him through, no remorse, no regret showing in his narrowed orbs.
An animalstic scream echoed off the concrete pilars of the forsakened wharehouse, bounding back in horrific clarity. The pungent smell of death hung in the air. Someone was going to die.
Farfarello looked up into the violet eyes of the Bringer of Death, his want to strike out, tear the man apart, beatened only by the weakness in his limbs, as his life dripped away like red rain from his chest.
So, this was how it ended. He was to die at the hands of Weiss, his weak and unqualified enemy. How... ironic and yet bitterly anticlimatic. The crazed Irishman chuckled with his dying breath. God sure had a sense of humor.
Aya stood, his katana, stained with the life of yet another beast, hanging at his side. He sensed more than heard his team surround him, unsuccessful in their attemps, their bodies torn and battered, as they quietly looked upon the body of a once deadly foe.
Just as they were about to turn away, to leave another night of killing at their backs, a criptic and cold voice snaked out from the shadows.
"Another Berserker will rise up and take his place."
And with that, all was silent.
TBC
Notes:
Yeah, that was Crawford who said that at the end, he could be just saying that as an assumption or know it as a fact, never know with Psycho... er... PsychIC boy.
Hn. Well, at least the damn prologue is done. I know, I know, it's kinda short *shrugs* but I guess you can say it makes up for the rest of this fic. I see it being a four parter (and I don't mean chapters), more like four fics. o.O I hope you guys liked it so far, please tell me what you think, k? It gives me a "happy" ^_~