Yes- I know it's been... what- 2 months? But life has certainly been
demanding- and that huge thing called a writer's block kept getting on my
nerves. But thanks to some Angel Sanctuary-related-essay writing, I was
able to pull this out of thin air! And alas, it's here for you all to read!
Replies!:
MONARTH: [laughs] Setsuna/Sara is disturbing because it's incest while Kira/Setsuna isn't because they're guys, right? Hehe... amusing to think about, actually!
NEHANA: You were close, hun- the two people together at the end were Setsuna and Alexiel. I didn't know it would be that unclear o.o strange!
SAKURA-NO-TAMASHI: Yey! You got the two right! I thought I made it obvious but some people still didn't get it... u.u whatever, though! And I didn't intend for Sakuya to be a psychologist- but it can't be helped, ya know? He's a smart kid!
ANDRO-CHAN: You know, I couldn't really imagine having that scene WITHOUT having that line. It made me laugh just when I re-read it after I wrote the chapter... Yes, it would also be curious to know what Sakuya thought through-out the entire AS story. All the drama and all the pain and crying... ah... angst... ((this is where I look dreamily at the sky and sigh lightly)) [looks at the sky dreamily and sigh lightly]
HORYUU: You're not the only one who dislikes Sara! C'mon, now! Sheesh!
ILAHJA: [teases with the new chapter] hehe...!
So far, the amount of reviews I've gotten for this fic have surpassed my expectations. Considering that review counts on many AS fics are pretty darn low, having 25 reviews over 3 chapters is certainly an achievement! Thank you guys and keep them coming!
And wave to my beta-reader HAKUKUMO! ((Thank you, sis!))
Disclaimer: No- I don't own Angel Sanctuary. No I don't own Ayumi Hamasaki's song title "Grateful Days". And no- I won't buy you guys chicken salads! -_-.
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/.../: Thoughts
Gardenia: "Calling them 'Grateful Days'"
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The male sat silently with his back against the wall of the nurse's quarters; it was dark with only moonlight flooding through the small square window close to the ceiling, leaving a single square on the tiled floor. The small room had only two beds which were raised only a foot and a half from the ground; both were covered in crisp white sheets- the two being occupied by two men who frankly weren't supposed to be there. One was a cherub that defied heaven and broke the seal containing his master- the other WAS his master, asleep from the long day of well... doing nothing.
Katan spent his sleepless nights observing the silhouette of his master underneath the flimsy bed sheets- and it had almost become natural to space out while staring at the feminine curves of the other man.
/He's so beautiful./ The cherub thought vaguely as his eyes wandered over Rociel's legs, hips, and shoulders. Anyone else would have thought it obsession- but it wasn't as if he particularly cared. All he could focus on was the porcelain-like features and graceful form that was his master. The truth was that he wanted him all for himself.
/But I'm here- stuck in this cold building waiting on a teenager that's insane./ His eyes drifted down to his hand which was clenched into a fist. /He's a waste of Rociel-sama's and my time./
The reality he wasn't willing to admit to Rociel, though, was that he hated the silent incarnation that sat alone in his "prison" cell. He hated the fact that all his master thought about was his sister's most recent form. If anything, all Katan could see was red whenever Rociel spoke of Setsuna.
"I hate him..." He mumbled as his eyes flickered to the square patch of light on the white tiling of the room. "I hate that son of a bitch and will do anything to get him out of the picture." After spending more than 5 months in a mental institution looking after Setsuna, he was at least willing to admit to himself his true feelings.
~*~*~
Rociel sat behind the lobby desk with a small smile playing on his lips as he twirled a pencil between his index finger and thumb, reading over patient files that were supposed to be kept confidential. He was humming a soft hymn he'd heard in Heaven so many years before, but it was soothing to him and no one would be around to listen.
The lobby was large, spacious, and white. The ceiling was high- at least 2 stories high- and large windows from ceiling to floor opened the view to a huge green lawn filled with willow trees. If anything, it was ominous in it's coldness that could be viewed by the marine layer hanging low outside. The floor was covered in intricately carved marble that reflected the gray coming through the windows and left everything feeling oddly unwelcoming.
/This one is really messed up.../ He smirked lightly, pushing a strand of lilac hair behind his ear as he closed the manila folder he'd been reading. The file had been full of pictures and psychological forms discussing a man named Sutsu's obsession with little girls- and his hentai thoughts about them as well. /He'd fit right in Heaven.../ Rociel stood up, stretched lazily and fixed his long white skirt that fell to the back of his calves.
"Rociel-sama." A lone voice called from the other side of the large lobby, Katan was walking towards him with a tray carrying a tall glass of water and a bowl that was probably salad. The purple haired male turned to look at him, attitude somewhat upbeat.
"Hello, Katan." His voice was a mixture of flirtation and authority as he walked around the receptionist desk and towards him. Katan bowed somewhat awkwardly with the tray in his hand, but it was still respectful.
"Anything new with Setsuna-kun?" Rociel was unaware of the frown that plastered itself on the cherub's face as he set the food tray on the reception desk.
"Iie, Rociel-sama."
"Ah well... we should see something soon."
"If you don't mind me asking, what changes are we expecting to see in him?" Rociel looked up from the glass of water he held in his soft crème colored hand.
"We've already discussed this, Katan..." He rolled his eyes impatiently. "We're going to wait and see when he suddenly starts acknowledging us." Rociel's porcelain face had a dreamy look as he said this, eyes turning to the ceiling happily. "I'll be so excited when he finally looks into my eyes when we talk. Alexiel'll finally be with me again- it'll be wonderful...!"
Anyone who that had been watching would have certainly agreed the obsession guaranteed Rociel a cell along with the other people in the mental institute, but one simple fact didn't allow Rociel to even be SEEN: everyone in the hospital besides Rociel, Katan, and Setsuna were dead. It was the only way for the three to occupy the entire building in peace. The people in the cells had been starved to death, the nurses and doctors been forced to take a familiar small pill for "future use". Anyone who visited joined the suffering reserves of nurses and doctors and again the entire place was silent.
Katan stepped away from the receptionist desk and turned towards the windows looking out to the green fields and willow trees.
"Is something the matter, Katan?" A soft voice whispered into his ear sending chills down the cherub's spine.
/It's always like this.../ He thought vaguely as he closed his eyes, feeling the warm presence behind him.
"Everything is fine, Rociel-sama." Katan choked out, clenching his fists in his doctor's coat pockets.
"Doesn't seem that way..." Almost instinctively the angel reached slowly inside his left pocket, pulling out the fist and bringing it to his lips, kissing the knuckles with beautifully pert lips.
/Stop... please, Rociel-sama.../ The cherub could feel warmth spreading from the skin of his knuckles, up his arm, and through his entire body including his groin. He could smell Rociel's fragrance- a soft flowery scent that he couldn't quite place- maybe lavender..?
"You should calm down, Katan-kun..." Rociel continued to trace his lips along the sculptured skin. "Once Alexiel wakes up, you'll be happy again."
The words were like the stone that suddenly was dropped in the ocean and sunk infinite depths to hit the sea bottom. Katan's blood turned cold, yet he did nothing to push away the body he wanted more than anything. He couldn't ever see himself being happy with disappointing the angel behind him.
"You're right, Rociel-sama." The purple haired male giggled lightly at this as he took hold of Katan's hand, turned him, and started pulling him towards the locked doors that led to the foul smelling corridors of locked up patients. They had yet to remove the dead bodies from their rooms.
"Let's go see Setsuna-kun!"
~*~*~
Kira's fingertips grazed along his bottom lip as he stared out the window in the electric train he sat in. The landscape was dark and expansive even if it was only noon. He couldn't sleep in a growing anticipation that he couldn't particularly ignore. And after making sure everything would run smoothly in his absence of Tokyo, he was finally ready to give into the calling he felt deep down in his bones.
/This is crazy.../ He thought vaguely as a voice came over the intercom and announced the next stop. As much as the trip he was taking might be "crazy", he stood up, nonetheless, and gathered his black shoulder bag and trench coat.
The high speed train slowed down at a very small station with only a few old peasant-like men getting off along with him. The town was extremely small with only a slab of concrete as a station and a single dirt road with a single row of shops and houses. The small town seemed to be built for the ominous white mental institution two miles away that stood out in contrast to the small town. It was odd enough to Kira that such a place could exist while Tokyo was a deep contrast to it.
He began to walk towards the outline of the mental institute- there was no use waiting for a car or any form of transportation. As he did, though, he couldn't help but feel extremely alone in the town as he walked. There were no people in the shops- no people in the streets- and the old men who had gotten off the train with him seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
/What's with this place...?/ Old instincts were seeping in as his eyes shifted uneasily through the vacant area. /Keeping my guard up is probably good right now.../ Kira reached into his trench coat pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighter. Within a few seconds a burning cigarette was between his lips. The nicotine would help pass the hour walk through the silent town towards the silhouette of the white building in the distance.
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Yes- a small tribute to Silent Hill...! [wiggles fingers]
No updates till 30!
Next Chapter: Kira's findings!
MONARTH: [laughs] Setsuna/Sara is disturbing because it's incest while Kira/Setsuna isn't because they're guys, right? Hehe... amusing to think about, actually!
NEHANA: You were close, hun- the two people together at the end were Setsuna and Alexiel. I didn't know it would be that unclear o.o strange!
SAKURA-NO-TAMASHI: Yey! You got the two right! I thought I made it obvious but some people still didn't get it... u.u whatever, though! And I didn't intend for Sakuya to be a psychologist- but it can't be helped, ya know? He's a smart kid!
ANDRO-CHAN: You know, I couldn't really imagine having that scene WITHOUT having that line. It made me laugh just when I re-read it after I wrote the chapter... Yes, it would also be curious to know what Sakuya thought through-out the entire AS story. All the drama and all the pain and crying... ah... angst... ((this is where I look dreamily at the sky and sigh lightly)) [looks at the sky dreamily and sigh lightly]
HORYUU: You're not the only one who dislikes Sara! C'mon, now! Sheesh!
ILAHJA: [teases with the new chapter] hehe...!
So far, the amount of reviews I've gotten for this fic have surpassed my expectations. Considering that review counts on many AS fics are pretty darn low, having 25 reviews over 3 chapters is certainly an achievement! Thank you guys and keep them coming!
And wave to my beta-reader HAKUKUMO! ((Thank you, sis!))
Disclaimer: No- I don't own Angel Sanctuary. No I don't own Ayumi Hamasaki's song title "Grateful Days". And no- I won't buy you guys chicken salads! -_-.
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/.../: Thoughts
Gardenia: "Calling them 'Grateful Days'"
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The male sat silently with his back against the wall of the nurse's quarters; it was dark with only moonlight flooding through the small square window close to the ceiling, leaving a single square on the tiled floor. The small room had only two beds which were raised only a foot and a half from the ground; both were covered in crisp white sheets- the two being occupied by two men who frankly weren't supposed to be there. One was a cherub that defied heaven and broke the seal containing his master- the other WAS his master, asleep from the long day of well... doing nothing.
Katan spent his sleepless nights observing the silhouette of his master underneath the flimsy bed sheets- and it had almost become natural to space out while staring at the feminine curves of the other man.
/He's so beautiful./ The cherub thought vaguely as his eyes wandered over Rociel's legs, hips, and shoulders. Anyone else would have thought it obsession- but it wasn't as if he particularly cared. All he could focus on was the porcelain-like features and graceful form that was his master. The truth was that he wanted him all for himself.
/But I'm here- stuck in this cold building waiting on a teenager that's insane./ His eyes drifted down to his hand which was clenched into a fist. /He's a waste of Rociel-sama's and my time./
The reality he wasn't willing to admit to Rociel, though, was that he hated the silent incarnation that sat alone in his "prison" cell. He hated the fact that all his master thought about was his sister's most recent form. If anything, all Katan could see was red whenever Rociel spoke of Setsuna.
"I hate him..." He mumbled as his eyes flickered to the square patch of light on the white tiling of the room. "I hate that son of a bitch and will do anything to get him out of the picture." After spending more than 5 months in a mental institution looking after Setsuna, he was at least willing to admit to himself his true feelings.
~*~*~
Rociel sat behind the lobby desk with a small smile playing on his lips as he twirled a pencil between his index finger and thumb, reading over patient files that were supposed to be kept confidential. He was humming a soft hymn he'd heard in Heaven so many years before, but it was soothing to him and no one would be around to listen.
The lobby was large, spacious, and white. The ceiling was high- at least 2 stories high- and large windows from ceiling to floor opened the view to a huge green lawn filled with willow trees. If anything, it was ominous in it's coldness that could be viewed by the marine layer hanging low outside. The floor was covered in intricately carved marble that reflected the gray coming through the windows and left everything feeling oddly unwelcoming.
/This one is really messed up.../ He smirked lightly, pushing a strand of lilac hair behind his ear as he closed the manila folder he'd been reading. The file had been full of pictures and psychological forms discussing a man named Sutsu's obsession with little girls- and his hentai thoughts about them as well. /He'd fit right in Heaven.../ Rociel stood up, stretched lazily and fixed his long white skirt that fell to the back of his calves.
"Rociel-sama." A lone voice called from the other side of the large lobby, Katan was walking towards him with a tray carrying a tall glass of water and a bowl that was probably salad. The purple haired male turned to look at him, attitude somewhat upbeat.
"Hello, Katan." His voice was a mixture of flirtation and authority as he walked around the receptionist desk and towards him. Katan bowed somewhat awkwardly with the tray in his hand, but it was still respectful.
"Anything new with Setsuna-kun?" Rociel was unaware of the frown that plastered itself on the cherub's face as he set the food tray on the reception desk.
"Iie, Rociel-sama."
"Ah well... we should see something soon."
"If you don't mind me asking, what changes are we expecting to see in him?" Rociel looked up from the glass of water he held in his soft crème colored hand.
"We've already discussed this, Katan..." He rolled his eyes impatiently. "We're going to wait and see when he suddenly starts acknowledging us." Rociel's porcelain face had a dreamy look as he said this, eyes turning to the ceiling happily. "I'll be so excited when he finally looks into my eyes when we talk. Alexiel'll finally be with me again- it'll be wonderful...!"
Anyone who that had been watching would have certainly agreed the obsession guaranteed Rociel a cell along with the other people in the mental institute, but one simple fact didn't allow Rociel to even be SEEN: everyone in the hospital besides Rociel, Katan, and Setsuna were dead. It was the only way for the three to occupy the entire building in peace. The people in the cells had been starved to death, the nurses and doctors been forced to take a familiar small pill for "future use". Anyone who visited joined the suffering reserves of nurses and doctors and again the entire place was silent.
Katan stepped away from the receptionist desk and turned towards the windows looking out to the green fields and willow trees.
"Is something the matter, Katan?" A soft voice whispered into his ear sending chills down the cherub's spine.
/It's always like this.../ He thought vaguely as he closed his eyes, feeling the warm presence behind him.
"Everything is fine, Rociel-sama." Katan choked out, clenching his fists in his doctor's coat pockets.
"Doesn't seem that way..." Almost instinctively the angel reached slowly inside his left pocket, pulling out the fist and bringing it to his lips, kissing the knuckles with beautifully pert lips.
/Stop... please, Rociel-sama.../ The cherub could feel warmth spreading from the skin of his knuckles, up his arm, and through his entire body including his groin. He could smell Rociel's fragrance- a soft flowery scent that he couldn't quite place- maybe lavender..?
"You should calm down, Katan-kun..." Rociel continued to trace his lips along the sculptured skin. "Once Alexiel wakes up, you'll be happy again."
The words were like the stone that suddenly was dropped in the ocean and sunk infinite depths to hit the sea bottom. Katan's blood turned cold, yet he did nothing to push away the body he wanted more than anything. He couldn't ever see himself being happy with disappointing the angel behind him.
"You're right, Rociel-sama." The purple haired male giggled lightly at this as he took hold of Katan's hand, turned him, and started pulling him towards the locked doors that led to the foul smelling corridors of locked up patients. They had yet to remove the dead bodies from their rooms.
"Let's go see Setsuna-kun!"
~*~*~
Kira's fingertips grazed along his bottom lip as he stared out the window in the electric train he sat in. The landscape was dark and expansive even if it was only noon. He couldn't sleep in a growing anticipation that he couldn't particularly ignore. And after making sure everything would run smoothly in his absence of Tokyo, he was finally ready to give into the calling he felt deep down in his bones.
/This is crazy.../ He thought vaguely as a voice came over the intercom and announced the next stop. As much as the trip he was taking might be "crazy", he stood up, nonetheless, and gathered his black shoulder bag and trench coat.
The high speed train slowed down at a very small station with only a few old peasant-like men getting off along with him. The town was extremely small with only a slab of concrete as a station and a single dirt road with a single row of shops and houses. The small town seemed to be built for the ominous white mental institution two miles away that stood out in contrast to the small town. It was odd enough to Kira that such a place could exist while Tokyo was a deep contrast to it.
He began to walk towards the outline of the mental institute- there was no use waiting for a car or any form of transportation. As he did, though, he couldn't help but feel extremely alone in the town as he walked. There were no people in the shops- no people in the streets- and the old men who had gotten off the train with him seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
/What's with this place...?/ Old instincts were seeping in as his eyes shifted uneasily through the vacant area. /Keeping my guard up is probably good right now.../ Kira reached into his trench coat pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighter. Within a few seconds a burning cigarette was between his lips. The nicotine would help pass the hour walk through the silent town towards the silhouette of the white building in the distance.
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Yes- a small tribute to Silent Hill...! [wiggles fingers]
No updates till 30!
Next Chapter: Kira's findings!