Tears of The Moon | Chapter 2
An Angel Sanctuary Fanfiction by Majokai Yukiko
This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe on the rights of those involved.
Pairing: Kira x Katoh for this arc.
Warnings: Shounen ai
Just some things to say to my readers:
Mara: O_o Scary….alright alright…my lazy ass is up…^^"
Ouroboros: Hate to disappoint you, but this story is not just about Kira and Katoh…(they are my favorite pairing too!!). Just that this arc is. But considering the speed at which I write…guess this arc is going to last a long long while.
Golden_flame4: Thanks! You are always so supportive of my fics!! ARIGATOU!!
Lucifiel: Oh…no wonder your eyes are so sharp. Well…when I posted, there was some screw up with the MS Word system (that explains the ridiculously horrendous spelling). That's why I took it down and post again. Gomen for removing your reviews together with it.
Ahhh!!!: Twin brothers? Where? What?
Kia: Heh~! Here's the continuation then~!
In an ancient Indian legend, pearls were said to be tears of the moon. Therefore they were often looked upon as unnatural and an ominous sign of disaster...
Katoh rubbed his eyes painfully as he struggled against consciousness. For a moment with his eyes closed, he could imagine himself at home a few years back, lying in those soft sheets in his own bedroom.
Wait a minute; he was not in his own room or any recognizable room for that matter.
The blonde teenager got up slowly, his head throbbing like it was split apart in many places. Where am I? He asked himself.
The room was too brightly lit for a cheap motel. And of course, the lack of the smell of decay and musk in the air told every pore of him that he was in somebody's bedroom. A girl? Probably not. The décor in the room was too metallic for it to belong to a girl.
An electronic guitar sat neatly on its metal stand at the corner, perfectly in sync with the rest of the room. The computer table was made out of metal, the bookracks were made out of metal, the wardrobe was made out of metal and every other furniture in the room was also made out of metal. It was as if whomever that pick the furniture wanted to be detached from the rest of the house with a cold façade.
Just like him.
Katoh winced slightly when the sunlight from outside bounced off the metal surface of the table and straight into his eyes. Instinctively he turned his head to the side, his eyes widening slightly when he caught sight of the only object of love in the room.
A photo frame.
He picked it up, only to have it snatched away immediately.
"While you are in my room, try keeping your hands off my things." Kira Sakuya swept his wet hair away from his face. I should really cut this irritating fringe off someday. He thought, but quickly decided against it. Cutting it would mean conforming, it would also mean giving the old man a false hope that his son would change for the better someday. But no, there was no way he was going to do that. Not in this lifetime.
"Sorry…" Katoh wondered about what had possessed him to apologize. But that brief cold fury in Kira's eyes had scared him, and attracted him at the same time. That flame in those eyes had held deep dark secrets, painful mysteries that should be left alone. But like all mysteries, it tempted everyone else to try to unravel the truth, and to suffer terribly for it later.
"It's okay. How are you feeling?"
"Try getting yourself tied on the train tracks and ran over a couple of times, then YOU tell me how you are feeling."
"Like shit but not dead." Kira grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lighter off his study table and held it out to the man on his bed.
"Not that this will do you any good. But for now, I guess that's what you want." Katoh looked up. Those eyes, it had to be those eyes.
The blonde man reached out his hand, but instead of taking the cigarettes, it was Kira's wrist that he grabbed first, tentatively then desperate, as if afraid to let go.
Perhaps, somewhere in his soul, Katoh realized this young man would be his lifesaver, the float to keep him alive through the worst times. Or perhaps, he realized that this man would hold the power to let him live, to let him die. Was it fear, admiration or lust, Katoh had no idea. But he knew, he needed someone, and even if it means following him to hell, Katoh would not hesitate.
Off to meet the world.
***
Kira looked at the photo frame in his hand with mixed emotions. It was all a lie, he thought as he replaced the photo frame back onto the bedside table. It was a lie that he had been living in, it was this lie that he chose to suffer with.
***
"Yue-chan? I heard that you got into a fight with some people at the arcade. Glad you are all right, you've got me and mother so worried!" The girl in school uniform exclaimed.
Katoh held back the impulse to smile at his sister in gratitude and love.
"What about Dad?" The blond spat, the bitterness and contempt for his father evident in his tone.
His sister lowered her eyes, not knowing what to say. What could she say? Could she say that their father had tried stopping her when she wanted to bring Yue home personally? Could she say that their father actually asked if…if…
"Did he ask if I was dead yet?"
Katoh's mocking voice broke her reverie, asking exactly what she refused to say.
Speechless, she waited. Waiting for her brother to answer his own questions. He knew the answers, but unlike her, he had accepted them. Perhaps he was braver than she was.
"Go home."
"Huh?" She looked up, confused.
"I'm staying here tonight and will go straight to school tomorrow. Don't worry…nee-san…"
The young woman brightened visibly at the endearment. She smiled.
"Okay then. Take care of yourself, Yue-chan."
***
"I didn't say I'd let you stay, Katoh Yue." Kira was sitting on his chair, turning the guitar when Katoh entered the room.
"I know, I'd go to the park, or the nearest 24 hour store later." Katoh slumped down wearily on the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes to block out the light in the room.
"I didn't say I wouldn't let you stay either." Kira retorted, not even bothering to look up. "Bravery isn't about acceptance, Katoh."
"I know."
"Stand up against fate, that's what courage is all about."
"I know."
Kira cast a look over at his friend, and bent over his chair to turn on his amplifiers.
The crazy, irregular drumming of an electric guitar, and the silent heart wrenching pains of youth soon drowned the whole neighborhood out, late into the night.
©Copyright 2003 Majokai Yukiko
This fanfiction is an original work of the author, although the characters belongs
to Kaori Yuki's Angel Sanctuary©.
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