Shuichi sat in the open field, a light breeze tousling his hair. He looked
around curiously, his mind and eyes equally fuzzy as he tried to make sense
of things.
He tilted hair to the side a bit, running a hand through the long soft grass.
"Raphael..." He said in a cheerful, but strangely empty way. The name was familiar, but had no real meaning to him. Shuichi smiled softly, his eyes glazed and unfocused, yet sparkling still.
"There was a Yuki too... and a Ry... Ryu....... someone else..." Shuichi said, his tongue stumbling over the name. He shrugged lightly, caring not.
He flopped back onto the soft grass, giggling as it tickled his face. It was nice here.
But where was here?
Shuichi giggled again, laughing at the fact that he would normally care. Nothing mattered here, nothing at all... Nothing at all... not even a hair. Shuichi was gone.
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Yuki just stared. Hiroshi had left hours ago, and someone was banging on his door. Or was that hours ago too?
He felt shattered. Someone had stepped on him, crushing him, and taking away the only thing that could heal his wounded soul.
It was gone. All of it. He walked into the kitchen with a calm expression on his face. A stray ray of sunshine glinted off of the knife in his hand.
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Tohma gave up, bashing down the door. Now was no time for grace. The feeling he had had a few minutes ago, a feeling of danger so deep in his soul that he wanted to retch, had woken him from a restless nap at the kitchen counter.
He ran blindly into the apartment in front of him, not knowing where to start. Nothing in the office, nothing in the bedroom, nothing in the-
KITCHEN.
Tohma could only stare in horror as the knife fell to the ground with a clatter.
-
"This place is kinda boring..." Muttered Shuichi in a sing song voice, his legs up in the air, while he lay on his back.
-
Raphael shook himself slightly as he reached his destination. Not only to shake off the looks of a certain pink haired idiot, but to "remove" the feeling of being near humans. If Raphael were any less than he was, he might even have bathed to be rid of it.
He was an Archangel, however, so he just shook out his wings, relaxing at the feeling of them once again weighted on his back.
"Raphael!" Came a voice, one that Raphael himself had longed to hear. The white haired angel spun around to see a gorgeous sight running/floating/hovering over to him.
As the other angel reached him, Raphael's eyes slid closed. He began to purr.
This was his angel. The one he endured even a pitiful human body for.
This was his Kamiel.
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Tohma Seguchi rushed forward to the man who was now crumpled on the floor. "Eiri-san!" Tohma cried, wondering what on Earth could have made Eiri do this. What he saw next shattered his heart.
Eiri's eyes, looking at him with that empty gaze. The one that meant he had nothing left.
"Something happened." Tohma stated. He kicked himself mentally at the imbecilic sentence.
"He's...gone... Shuichi... just gone...nothing..." Came a tortured voice below him, raw from crying, and probably a great deal of coughing as well.
Normally, Tohma would have been skeptical; no one simply disappears, right? Wrong. He had been introduced to a certain singer/holy entity that had proven to him that even the unexpected was an understatement.
He pushed the button on his cell for emergency assistance, his grip growing tighter on the man in his arms. Yuki Eiri was dying, his essence spilled all over the kitchen floor. Tohma cursed under his breath, why couldn't Eiri have slashed his arm horizontally? It's easier to mend, and less likely to kill him.
But of course, his Eiri hadn't planned on living long enough to care.
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"Raphael, I can't believe you were gone so long. Stuck in a human at that! Must be akin to being entombed..." Kamiel said with a shiver, burying his face in Raphael's neck.
Raphael could only sigh as he raked his fingers through Kamiel's long auburn hair. It was quite stunning, even by ethereal standards. It was very straight, flowing until just pant that cute little rump of his.
Heaven would be tasteless compared to this if it existed.
-
"La la la la la BORED!!!!" Yelled Shuichi to an unsuspecting wild lily. He was seriously beginning to think he'd been gypped.
Hey, was his body always translucent like that?
His head began to hurt a bit. He knelt on the ground, the feeling of pain unfamiliar to him. Something was wrong.
-
Yuki Eiri was quickly losing awareness of himself. He looked up Tohma, who had nears running down his cheeks and obviously hadn't noticed or maybe he just didn't care either way. He blinked, his eyes weren't working right...
He felt very dizzy as another image began to superimpose itself over the view of his now very red kitchen.
A grassy field? What the fuck...
-
He tilted hair to the side a bit, running a hand through the long soft grass.
"Raphael..." He said in a cheerful, but strangely empty way. The name was familiar, but had no real meaning to him. Shuichi smiled softly, his eyes glazed and unfocused, yet sparkling still.
"There was a Yuki too... and a Ry... Ryu....... someone else..." Shuichi said, his tongue stumbling over the name. He shrugged lightly, caring not.
He flopped back onto the soft grass, giggling as it tickled his face. It was nice here.
But where was here?
Shuichi giggled again, laughing at the fact that he would normally care. Nothing mattered here, nothing at all... Nothing at all... not even a hair. Shuichi was gone.
-
Yuki just stared. Hiroshi had left hours ago, and someone was banging on his door. Or was that hours ago too?
He felt shattered. Someone had stepped on him, crushing him, and taking away the only thing that could heal his wounded soul.
It was gone. All of it. He walked into the kitchen with a calm expression on his face. A stray ray of sunshine glinted off of the knife in his hand.
-
Tohma gave up, bashing down the door. Now was no time for grace. The feeling he had had a few minutes ago, a feeling of danger so deep in his soul that he wanted to retch, had woken him from a restless nap at the kitchen counter.
He ran blindly into the apartment in front of him, not knowing where to start. Nothing in the office, nothing in the bedroom, nothing in the-
KITCHEN.
Tohma could only stare in horror as the knife fell to the ground with a clatter.
-
"This place is kinda boring..." Muttered Shuichi in a sing song voice, his legs up in the air, while he lay on his back.
-
Raphael shook himself slightly as he reached his destination. Not only to shake off the looks of a certain pink haired idiot, but to "remove" the feeling of being near humans. If Raphael were any less than he was, he might even have bathed to be rid of it.
He was an Archangel, however, so he just shook out his wings, relaxing at the feeling of them once again weighted on his back.
"Raphael!" Came a voice, one that Raphael himself had longed to hear. The white haired angel spun around to see a gorgeous sight running/floating/hovering over to him.
As the other angel reached him, Raphael's eyes slid closed. He began to purr.
This was his angel. The one he endured even a pitiful human body for.
This was his Kamiel.
-
Tohma Seguchi rushed forward to the man who was now crumpled on the floor. "Eiri-san!" Tohma cried, wondering what on Earth could have made Eiri do this. What he saw next shattered his heart.
Eiri's eyes, looking at him with that empty gaze. The one that meant he had nothing left.
"Something happened." Tohma stated. He kicked himself mentally at the imbecilic sentence.
"He's...gone... Shuichi... just gone...nothing..." Came a tortured voice below him, raw from crying, and probably a great deal of coughing as well.
Normally, Tohma would have been skeptical; no one simply disappears, right? Wrong. He had been introduced to a certain singer/holy entity that had proven to him that even the unexpected was an understatement.
He pushed the button on his cell for emergency assistance, his grip growing tighter on the man in his arms. Yuki Eiri was dying, his essence spilled all over the kitchen floor. Tohma cursed under his breath, why couldn't Eiri have slashed his arm horizontally? It's easier to mend, and less likely to kill him.
But of course, his Eiri hadn't planned on living long enough to care.
-
"Raphael, I can't believe you were gone so long. Stuck in a human at that! Must be akin to being entombed..." Kamiel said with a shiver, burying his face in Raphael's neck.
Raphael could only sigh as he raked his fingers through Kamiel's long auburn hair. It was quite stunning, even by ethereal standards. It was very straight, flowing until just pant that cute little rump of his.
Heaven would be tasteless compared to this if it existed.
-
"La la la la la BORED!!!!" Yelled Shuichi to an unsuspecting wild lily. He was seriously beginning to think he'd been gypped.
Hey, was his body always translucent like that?
His head began to hurt a bit. He knelt on the ground, the feeling of pain unfamiliar to him. Something was wrong.
-
Yuki Eiri was quickly losing awareness of himself. He looked up Tohma, who had nears running down his cheeks and obviously hadn't noticed or maybe he just didn't care either way. He blinked, his eyes weren't working right...
He felt very dizzy as another image began to superimpose itself over the view of his now very red kitchen.
A grassy field? What the fuck...
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