After a couple months without an update, this story is finally being
updated and continued! This chapter would have been up at least 2 weeks ago-
but some confusion with my beta, HakuKumo and I and it didn't happen. The
dear didn't beta this chapter- so busy, that one!- but she'll probably jump
onto other chapters. Anyway- replies!:
NANATSUSAYA-SAN: Kira/Setsuna fics are rare, huh? Yeah- I haven't really seen that many yaoi stories in the ff.net AS archives... so yeah- sort of depressing... I dunno- this story is just something going on in the back of my mind- I always thought Kira belonged with Setsuna- even if... yeah -_-.
HAKUKUMO: I'm glad you liked it, hun! Hopefully this chapter is alright since you didn't get to read it... I dunno- I reread my stories so much that I start filling in words or reading over mistakes without even noticing anymore... So I hope this chapter is acceptable!
NEHANA: [gives her a tissue] calm down, hun! It's alright- it's alright! Slowly this fic will be updated!
BLINDED RHAPSODY: Well... I can't say I want to BASH Sara... she really didn't bug me that much... it's just that if I want to make the whole jealousy deal work, Kira's gotta bash her around a bit. And what I did to her? Ah well, I thought it was good! ^_~.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Angel Sanctuary... I only own the 1st drama cd and 4th manga volume I hunted down at the Anime Expo. [huggles her things] And I got them at discount, too! But the whole series? Discount? Ha!
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
/.../: Thoughts
Gardenia: "A Look At The Latest"
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
He really didn't have a mind to do anything in particular- is that what his life meant now a days? He would have dropped out of high school- but seeing that besides drugs, it was the only other distraction he had in his life, it actually had some positive effects to his dampened lifestyle. And now he'd managed to pass the right entrance exams to keep him occupied in a school dedicated to preserving religious sculptures and artwork. But everything he was to learn would be useless.
Who could make a living out of cleaning the surface of an ancient stone sculpture for hours on end- when selling a bag of marijuana could earn him the same amount of money in less than a minute? The idea of an education would have been foolish if it hadn't have been another form of escape.
Slipping his right hand into his leather pocket, his fingers quickly found a silver lighter by which he lit the thin cylinder that hung from his lips. Kira's steps were fast and brisk as he made his way down the streets towards the darker sides of Tokyo- the unmentionables.
"Oi- Kira- didn't expect you this late in the day." A short and overweight man called from down the street, but the tall dark haired man didn't respond, his steps continued quickly.
"Hey, Kira-kun..." A few women giggled towards him as he crossed the wet street covered in trash. The usual old looking harlots of the streets weren't appeasing to him- they never had been. The thought of forcing them to leave him alone had crossed his mind, but he never had time for those trails of thoughts to go very far. All he was there for was business.
Stepping into a darkened bar, the teenage male continued his steps until he reached the backrooms where he stopped and looked around.
"Where's Katou?" He hissed angrily at the bartender who gave him a scared look.
"Back there..." The young man spoke softly which earned him a glare before Kira stepped into the back rooms. The entire storage area was designed with what could best be described as a stripper's club- complete with lights and pole dancers, reclining chairs for lap dances and blow jobs.
To his right he spotted an all ready drunken blond teenager with a naked ebony female pushing her breasts into his face. Kira's steps started up quickly again, and within seconds he was pushing the prostitute away, pulling Katou's face up to meet his by the collar of the blonde's shirt.
"Ki-Kira!"
"Hello, Katou." The tall male's face was unwavering and he seemed un-phased with the stares he was receiving from the entire room.
"He- hello..."
"What's this I've suddenly heard about you not delivering shipments on time?"
"Ne?"
"Are you deaf?"
"No..."
"Then why aren't the shipments where they're supposed to be right now?"
"I told-"
"You told someone else to do it?"
"Hai." Then it was as if Kira's disappointment and anger melted away. His fingers slowly unwrapped from the stunned man's shirt, letting him sit back down- and he stood upright looking down at his business partner.
"Are you alright, Kira?" The blonde's eyes stared upward at the lost looking face and showed concern. His best friend had been acting weird for weeks and it was starting to show more and more often.
"I'm fine." The tall male seemed to snap out of his temporary trance. "Not enough sleep, that's all." Kira grabbed a nearby chair and sat on it backwards, resting his arms over the backing. He looked back around at the people who seemed to be going back to their normal nightly routines.
"You were never were one to sleep much."
"I'll take that as a compliment..."
"Seriously, Kira. Maybe you need a break of all this. I can take care of everything around here."
"Hmph."
"You know I can."
"Yeah- I know you can blow things off and lose a lot of business if you're high."
"You never give me any credit." Katou reached over to a side table and took a glass cup from it, starring at the burgundy liquid. The two were silent for a few minutes, looking at a long haired blond who walked up onto a small stage in the backroom, starting her pole dancing.
"Maybe I do have to get away from all this."
"So you're willing to trust me?"
"Are you asking me not to?"
"No- I just wanted to make sure you aren't going to second guess every little thing I do." The blond leaned back in his seat, bringing his alcoholic drink to his lips.
"I have too much on my mind to start second guessing."
"Thanks I guess."
"Consider yourself lucky, Katou. I have other people on my mind and everything you screw up on isn't bothering me right now."
~*~*~
The slim figure had long light purple locks that fell to the backs of his knees, swaying lightly from side to side as the person walked. The pale and somewhat serene face showed neither happiness nor sorrow, but neither mattered as he carried a silver tray in his two hands. The tray held a small cup of different medications and another cup on the tray was filled with purified water.
The hall that he walked down was silent and cold and the light that entered the white space from the barred windows was muddled softly with the layer of clouds covering the sky outside.
The nurse stopped outside one of the many lone doors and starred at the black spray painted numbers, room number 3752. Balancing the tray on his hip, the nurse reached inside his skirt pocket, pulling out a keychain and sticking one of the many silver keys inside the single lock on the white door.
"Ohayo..." The nurse giggled out, stepping into the silent room, illuminated by fluorescent lights on a ceiling 20 feet up. He closed the door behind him and looked around the plain room. There was a small bed pushed up against one of the walls, a toilet besides it- and that was it. The only other thing that occupied the room was a lone figure that was sitting in the corner, facing the padded wall. "Ohayo." He repeated again, setting the tray onto the empty bed.
The purple haired male nurse knelt besides the patient who was staring blankly; he hadn't noticed any intrusion. "Ohayo, Alexiel..." The nurse reached out and stroked the patient's pale face lovingly before pulling the male into his arms, rocking him from side to side. "I know you must be so bored here by yourself, dear sister." The nurse leaned against the wall, cradling the patient's head in his lap, stroking his blond and chestnut locks. "But I came over here to visit you as soon as I could... I know you must miss me so much, huh, Alexiel? I've gotten so pretty lately- can't you tell? And I got a nice dress to come and visit you, too. What do you think?"
His words came out in whispers as he talked to the silent patient. "I'm doing everything I can to find a way to get you out of here- I know you probably hate this disgusting place. I hate it, too. It's so white- the colors are like those in Heaven- but this place isn't pretty at all. You probably miss Heaven, too... And now all I have to do is find an easy way to get you out of here... I love you so much, Alexiel-chan." The purple haired male smiled lightly at the placid head on his lap, continuing to stroke absently.
~*~*~
The male sighed as he stared up at the ceiling. Is that all his master would do? Continue to dress up and impersonate female nurses as a way to come in and visit his "sister"? And now he was being forced to do the same. Dress up in male nurse outfits and help Rociel get close to an institutionalized patient.
/This will get us nowhere. Rociel-sama needs to get away from this place and forget about HIM. Alexiel is dead- Rociel-sama needs to take his rightful place in Heaven./ Katan frowned and closed his eyes, listening to the deafening silence that slipped through the mental hospital.
/That incarnation will do no good. He'll die soon enough. That's the fate of Alexiel, right? Die young and helpless- angst filled life coming to a close painfully every time. Over and over; what does Rociel-sama see in this kid?/ He turned slightly, reading the name underneath the room number. Room 3752: Modou Setsuna.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Katan, hun- what are you thinking?
No updates till 12!
NEXT CHAPTER: I really have no clue... it'll come to me! ((wow- this is just a feathery story for me, ne? I have no plot that I can think of... it'll come to me...!))
NANATSUSAYA-SAN: Kira/Setsuna fics are rare, huh? Yeah- I haven't really seen that many yaoi stories in the ff.net AS archives... so yeah- sort of depressing... I dunno- this story is just something going on in the back of my mind- I always thought Kira belonged with Setsuna- even if... yeah -_-.
HAKUKUMO: I'm glad you liked it, hun! Hopefully this chapter is alright since you didn't get to read it... I dunno- I reread my stories so much that I start filling in words or reading over mistakes without even noticing anymore... So I hope this chapter is acceptable!
NEHANA: [gives her a tissue] calm down, hun! It's alright- it's alright! Slowly this fic will be updated!
BLINDED RHAPSODY: Well... I can't say I want to BASH Sara... she really didn't bug me that much... it's just that if I want to make the whole jealousy deal work, Kira's gotta bash her around a bit. And what I did to her? Ah well, I thought it was good! ^_~.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Angel Sanctuary... I only own the 1st drama cd and 4th manga volume I hunted down at the Anime Expo. [huggles her things] And I got them at discount, too! But the whole series? Discount? Ha!
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
/.../: Thoughts
Gardenia: "A Look At The Latest"
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
He really didn't have a mind to do anything in particular- is that what his life meant now a days? He would have dropped out of high school- but seeing that besides drugs, it was the only other distraction he had in his life, it actually had some positive effects to his dampened lifestyle. And now he'd managed to pass the right entrance exams to keep him occupied in a school dedicated to preserving religious sculptures and artwork. But everything he was to learn would be useless.
Who could make a living out of cleaning the surface of an ancient stone sculpture for hours on end- when selling a bag of marijuana could earn him the same amount of money in less than a minute? The idea of an education would have been foolish if it hadn't have been another form of escape.
Slipping his right hand into his leather pocket, his fingers quickly found a silver lighter by which he lit the thin cylinder that hung from his lips. Kira's steps were fast and brisk as he made his way down the streets towards the darker sides of Tokyo- the unmentionables.
"Oi- Kira- didn't expect you this late in the day." A short and overweight man called from down the street, but the tall dark haired man didn't respond, his steps continued quickly.
"Hey, Kira-kun..." A few women giggled towards him as he crossed the wet street covered in trash. The usual old looking harlots of the streets weren't appeasing to him- they never had been. The thought of forcing them to leave him alone had crossed his mind, but he never had time for those trails of thoughts to go very far. All he was there for was business.
Stepping into a darkened bar, the teenage male continued his steps until he reached the backrooms where he stopped and looked around.
"Where's Katou?" He hissed angrily at the bartender who gave him a scared look.
"Back there..." The young man spoke softly which earned him a glare before Kira stepped into the back rooms. The entire storage area was designed with what could best be described as a stripper's club- complete with lights and pole dancers, reclining chairs for lap dances and blow jobs.
To his right he spotted an all ready drunken blond teenager with a naked ebony female pushing her breasts into his face. Kira's steps started up quickly again, and within seconds he was pushing the prostitute away, pulling Katou's face up to meet his by the collar of the blonde's shirt.
"Ki-Kira!"
"Hello, Katou." The tall male's face was unwavering and he seemed un-phased with the stares he was receiving from the entire room.
"He- hello..."
"What's this I've suddenly heard about you not delivering shipments on time?"
"Ne?"
"Are you deaf?"
"No..."
"Then why aren't the shipments where they're supposed to be right now?"
"I told-"
"You told someone else to do it?"
"Hai." Then it was as if Kira's disappointment and anger melted away. His fingers slowly unwrapped from the stunned man's shirt, letting him sit back down- and he stood upright looking down at his business partner.
"Are you alright, Kira?" The blonde's eyes stared upward at the lost looking face and showed concern. His best friend had been acting weird for weeks and it was starting to show more and more often.
"I'm fine." The tall male seemed to snap out of his temporary trance. "Not enough sleep, that's all." Kira grabbed a nearby chair and sat on it backwards, resting his arms over the backing. He looked back around at the people who seemed to be going back to their normal nightly routines.
"You were never were one to sleep much."
"I'll take that as a compliment..."
"Seriously, Kira. Maybe you need a break of all this. I can take care of everything around here."
"Hmph."
"You know I can."
"Yeah- I know you can blow things off and lose a lot of business if you're high."
"You never give me any credit." Katou reached over to a side table and took a glass cup from it, starring at the burgundy liquid. The two were silent for a few minutes, looking at a long haired blond who walked up onto a small stage in the backroom, starting her pole dancing.
"Maybe I do have to get away from all this."
"So you're willing to trust me?"
"Are you asking me not to?"
"No- I just wanted to make sure you aren't going to second guess every little thing I do." The blond leaned back in his seat, bringing his alcoholic drink to his lips.
"I have too much on my mind to start second guessing."
"Thanks I guess."
"Consider yourself lucky, Katou. I have other people on my mind and everything you screw up on isn't bothering me right now."
~*~*~
The slim figure had long light purple locks that fell to the backs of his knees, swaying lightly from side to side as the person walked. The pale and somewhat serene face showed neither happiness nor sorrow, but neither mattered as he carried a silver tray in his two hands. The tray held a small cup of different medications and another cup on the tray was filled with purified water.
The hall that he walked down was silent and cold and the light that entered the white space from the barred windows was muddled softly with the layer of clouds covering the sky outside.
The nurse stopped outside one of the many lone doors and starred at the black spray painted numbers, room number 3752. Balancing the tray on his hip, the nurse reached inside his skirt pocket, pulling out a keychain and sticking one of the many silver keys inside the single lock on the white door.
"Ohayo..." The nurse giggled out, stepping into the silent room, illuminated by fluorescent lights on a ceiling 20 feet up. He closed the door behind him and looked around the plain room. There was a small bed pushed up against one of the walls, a toilet besides it- and that was it. The only other thing that occupied the room was a lone figure that was sitting in the corner, facing the padded wall. "Ohayo." He repeated again, setting the tray onto the empty bed.
The purple haired male nurse knelt besides the patient who was staring blankly; he hadn't noticed any intrusion. "Ohayo, Alexiel..." The nurse reached out and stroked the patient's pale face lovingly before pulling the male into his arms, rocking him from side to side. "I know you must be so bored here by yourself, dear sister." The nurse leaned against the wall, cradling the patient's head in his lap, stroking his blond and chestnut locks. "But I came over here to visit you as soon as I could... I know you must miss me so much, huh, Alexiel? I've gotten so pretty lately- can't you tell? And I got a nice dress to come and visit you, too. What do you think?"
His words came out in whispers as he talked to the silent patient. "I'm doing everything I can to find a way to get you out of here- I know you probably hate this disgusting place. I hate it, too. It's so white- the colors are like those in Heaven- but this place isn't pretty at all. You probably miss Heaven, too... And now all I have to do is find an easy way to get you out of here... I love you so much, Alexiel-chan." The purple haired male smiled lightly at the placid head on his lap, continuing to stroke absently.
~*~*~
The male sighed as he stared up at the ceiling. Is that all his master would do? Continue to dress up and impersonate female nurses as a way to come in and visit his "sister"? And now he was being forced to do the same. Dress up in male nurse outfits and help Rociel get close to an institutionalized patient.
/This will get us nowhere. Rociel-sama needs to get away from this place and forget about HIM. Alexiel is dead- Rociel-sama needs to take his rightful place in Heaven./ Katan frowned and closed his eyes, listening to the deafening silence that slipped through the mental hospital.
/That incarnation will do no good. He'll die soon enough. That's the fate of Alexiel, right? Die young and helpless- angst filled life coming to a close painfully every time. Over and over; what does Rociel-sama see in this kid?/ He turned slightly, reading the name underneath the room number. Room 3752: Modou Setsuna.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Katan, hun- what are you thinking?
No updates till 12!
NEXT CHAPTER: I really have no clue... it'll come to me! ((wow- this is just a feathery story for me, ne? I have no plot that I can think of... it'll come to me...!))