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Chivalry For The Princess
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The Afterlives to come, this is my Afterlife, the life where I'm forced into the thought where I decide what is more significant.
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Chapter 2, Angel's Vicissitude
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A week now. Sara would be back soon, really soon, Setsuna watched the clock tick second by second, as Kurai continued to watch television, laughing hysterically upon all the hilarious parts.
"…Would you shut the hell up you sound like a donkey," came his loathsome words, he was probably just grumpy, anxious, nervous; other adjectives.
"-Setsuna you should come see this," she exclaimed obviously widely entertained for she had broken out into another laughing frenzy.
He rolled his eyes smirking slightly at how goofy she sounded just laughing, he then began to walk around, lighting a cigarette and inhaling stress, then exhaling it, then taking it back in all over again.
A frown pranced onto her face as the show ended. Kurai looked at her clothes she had to borrow some of Sara's old clothes since she didn't bring any herself and had no money to afford to buy clothes for herself, so now she was stuck wearing a cherry blossom pink tank top that was only kept intact because of the safety pins on the right strap. She refused to wear any skirts, hating the way her legs felt free under the fabric so Setsuna lent her some of his old jeans fitting baggily just the way she preferred her clothes. She placed her hair into a loose clip hair falling in front of her face as it always and forever did and will do.
"We gotta go meet her in forty-five minutes," he stated in a so-called collected tone as the clock stroke 12 pm.
Kurai sighed with a somewhat exasperated tone, he had been counting down all day and it grew quite aggravating. She walked to the sliding glass windows watching the people of Tokyo walk throughout the sunshine, it was a tremendously beautiful spring day, she then again began to make comparisons between her and Sara as she often had been doing throughout the entire week. For one thing Kurai came on a dismal rainy day, and why is it that 'she' comes on a cheerful sunny spring day? Spite, she spited it all, especially--forget it. She leaned on the glass door watching Setsuna watch the clock, this was like one of those dreaded love triangles, a Shakespeare romance with a twisted end.
~Transform into the princess's feelings…
This is just in vain, I know it. I still have a chance to leave, hold that white flag up and wallow in self-pity and denial for the rest of my days. God, I hate you. Dammit I just wish that I wasn't so, so…-like this. Setsuna why can't you see it? Are you blind, or pretending its not there? Its her, the love you have for her that keeps you from seeing. All you ever talk about, all your were-and still are ever concerned about, she's plagued you! I swear its enough to make me gag--no vomit.
Can you really be that sickly in love? Setsuna, I wish you would stop looking at that clock and look at me. Stop thinking about Sara and think about me. You're the only one who made me feel this way. You saw through my boyish attitude, you knew I was capable of acquiring grace and beauty but why aren't you capable of this simple thing? Be the one that protects me.
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Setsuna averted his stare to Kurai who was looking downwards, her bangs shielding her eyes, "-Kurai?" he asked.
"Setsuna before you go--" the timid ring of the phone began and he answered it in haste.
"-Lo? -You won't be back for another hour or so?…Why?! Fuck, alright I'll see you later then," a tender smile crossed his lips, she had obviously poisoned him with precious, romantic words, "Sara… I love you," Kurai flinched at the piercing words as he clicked the phone off smiling as he placed it in his cargo pocket.
"So, what're we going to do now?" she asked biting her tongue to keep her from screaming at him and revealing that feeling y'know, the one that's unrequited.
His shoulders sunk as if he detested being about her presence, "-You don't like wearin Sara's clothes right? I guess we could take you to the mall before we pick her up, not sure she'd like you wearin her favorite shirt anyways."
She shrugged, "Yeah, I don't care."
An ambient wind flew through the ambrosial air, an emotion of pure peace lingering. She placed her hands in her pockets observing the streets of an ever-crowded Tokyo, sighing with a melancholy sense. Setsuna's eyes came upon the visage of the Evil, within one week his complete view of her had changed. What his view changed to was surreal, in an eccentric way. As much as he hated admitting it, she had become appealing to his eyes, like that saying 'A sight for sore eyes'. The way she distorted a child's innocence with the natural seduction of a woman, it wasn't comprehendible. There were a share of girl's all with their unique sense of fashion, graceful, and poised personalities, yet…
"-Watch where you're goin!" she said rowdily his chin knocking into the top of her head.
"-Damn… oww," Setsuna whined lowly.
"So where is this damn mall?" she lashed incisively.
Setsuna lit a cigarette and showed her the way, bolting through the thick crowd and shoving his way to the commons area, "Since you're a cross-dresser you might wanna go to 'that' store," he remarked with a caustic tone, his finger pointed to a young boy's clothing store.
Kurai glared slapping him upside the head and trekking to the women's clothing, "-Shaddup! I can dress like a girl!" her words were distasteful within her mouth but if this was needed to be done in order to make some kind of impression upon him, she would surely do it. She came on Assiah, didn't she?
He awaited outside, watching the local school girls with their loose socks, plaid, short skirts, collared tops, the typical school-girl outfit, walking in a bouncy stride, sorta like a hybrid of a skip and stride. His head lowered to see panties of all sorts, bears, cherries, thongs, the works. Setsuna's eyes widened as he realized one girl wasn't wearing any, he then began getting closer but not before his ass was kicked and his face sharing an unpleasant conversation with the cement.
The princess, who was now decked in beige shorts, with her new trademark of numerous belts, and a very mobile black wife beater, revealing her figure was cocking brow, with a light grin revealing her pointed teeth was looking down at Setsuna, "You're a hopeless dope," she sighed realizing even when they were together it never seemed to shatter that force field of dimwittedness radiating from his puny head.
He got up dusting up his black shorts his eyes upping and downing her, in a somewhat disbelieving state, then the trance was ended, "-How'd you pay for this?"
She blinked and began walking towards the ice-cream vender, "You paid for it remember? Ya let me use your credit card."
"What?!! I never--how much did you blow off?!!!" his words tumbling into one another like a massive amount of fumbled, infuriated words.
"I dunno…-like uhh…-100,000 yen," (100 dollars) she said bluntly, with a careless shrug.
"-That was saved for…" his roaring was subsiding and he crossed his arms, one hand began digging for 200 yen (2 dollars) to purchase ice-cream for the two.
Kurai sat on a high ledge in the overly crowded shopping area, she always had an admiration of elevated places, Setsuna of course leaned nonchalantly against the wall the two staring in the direction of the water fountain, too intrigued by their ice-cream to hold a decent conversation.
She was first to speak, "Setsuna…-its been a week and I never got the chance to say…"
Setsuna looked upwards at her complicated expression, "-Say what?" he asked taking a lick from his rocky road ice-cream, and throwing it into the waste bin next to him.
She jumped down from the higher level, her sneakers making her land with a rubbery thump, she met his gaze her eyes stronger now, slightly narrowed yet shining tenderly, she brought her hands to his face as if she was afraid something else might catch his eye when she confessed.
He looked at her with a dumbfounded expression, insecurity binding him. Utterly unsure. Is this the time to say something? Its too close. Like a temptation.
A whisper of words, first said in a native tongue, an unfamiliar language, like a code that needed translating, "…I want to say that I-"
He pulled her into a passion-filled kiss, disregarding any other uncertain feeling, living in the moment as he had been doing the past five years of his life, no regrets. Her eyes had became lost in a shocked moment but succumbed, causing her to close them softly. Flavors of ice-cream overlapped, it was a sweet kiss, literally.
Did anyone see? Of course, it caused a few stares, none as bitter, heartfelt, useless as the eyes identical of an angel's…
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A/N: Blarg we shall continue on our next chapter. Slow updates, but there's no curing it! ~_~ Please go review, flame me, spite me, or praise my writing I don't care, let me know how I'm doin, please? I need some critiquing that way I know what I need to work on. @_@;; I'm gonna go start on chapter 6 of 'Captivated by You'! Konbanwa!
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Disclaimer: I don't need a disclaimer, just kidding (wish I wasn't) I don't own Angel Sanctuary.
Chivalry For The Princess
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The Afterlives to come, this is my Afterlife, the life where I'm forced into the thought where I decide what is more significant.
~.+.~
Chapter 2, Angel's Vicissitude
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A week now. Sara would be back soon, really soon, Setsuna watched the clock tick second by second, as Kurai continued to watch television, laughing hysterically upon all the hilarious parts.
"…Would you shut the hell up you sound like a donkey," came his loathsome words, he was probably just grumpy, anxious, nervous; other adjectives.
"-Setsuna you should come see this," she exclaimed obviously widely entertained for she had broken out into another laughing frenzy.
He rolled his eyes smirking slightly at how goofy she sounded just laughing, he then began to walk around, lighting a cigarette and inhaling stress, then exhaling it, then taking it back in all over again.
A frown pranced onto her face as the show ended. Kurai looked at her clothes she had to borrow some of Sara's old clothes since she didn't bring any herself and had no money to afford to buy clothes for herself, so now she was stuck wearing a cherry blossom pink tank top that was only kept intact because of the safety pins on the right strap. She refused to wear any skirts, hating the way her legs felt free under the fabric so Setsuna lent her some of his old jeans fitting baggily just the way she preferred her clothes. She placed her hair into a loose clip hair falling in front of her face as it always and forever did and will do.
"We gotta go meet her in forty-five minutes," he stated in a so-called collected tone as the clock stroke 12 pm.
Kurai sighed with a somewhat exasperated tone, he had been counting down all day and it grew quite aggravating. She walked to the sliding glass windows watching the people of Tokyo walk throughout the sunshine, it was a tremendously beautiful spring day, she then again began to make comparisons between her and Sara as she often had been doing throughout the entire week. For one thing Kurai came on a dismal rainy day, and why is it that 'she' comes on a cheerful sunny spring day? Spite, she spited it all, especially--forget it. She leaned on the glass door watching Setsuna watch the clock, this was like one of those dreaded love triangles, a Shakespeare romance with a twisted end.
~Transform into the princess's feelings…
This is just in vain, I know it. I still have a chance to leave, hold that white flag up and wallow in self-pity and denial for the rest of my days. God, I hate you. Dammit I just wish that I wasn't so, so…-like this. Setsuna why can't you see it? Are you blind, or pretending its not there? Its her, the love you have for her that keeps you from seeing. All you ever talk about, all your were-and still are ever concerned about, she's plagued you! I swear its enough to make me gag--no vomit.
Can you really be that sickly in love? Setsuna, I wish you would stop looking at that clock and look at me. Stop thinking about Sara and think about me. You're the only one who made me feel this way. You saw through my boyish attitude, you knew I was capable of acquiring grace and beauty but why aren't you capable of this simple thing? Be the one that protects me.
~*~
Setsuna averted his stare to Kurai who was looking downwards, her bangs shielding her eyes, "-Kurai?" he asked.
"Setsuna before you go--" the timid ring of the phone began and he answered it in haste.
"-Lo? -You won't be back for another hour or so?…Why?! Fuck, alright I'll see you later then," a tender smile crossed his lips, she had obviously poisoned him with precious, romantic words, "Sara… I love you," Kurai flinched at the piercing words as he clicked the phone off smiling as he placed it in his cargo pocket.
"So, what're we going to do now?" she asked biting her tongue to keep her from screaming at him and revealing that feeling y'know, the one that's unrequited.
His shoulders sunk as if he detested being about her presence, "-You don't like wearin Sara's clothes right? I guess we could take you to the mall before we pick her up, not sure she'd like you wearin her favorite shirt anyways."
She shrugged, "Yeah, I don't care."
An ambient wind flew through the ambrosial air, an emotion of pure peace lingering. She placed her hands in her pockets observing the streets of an ever-crowded Tokyo, sighing with a melancholy sense. Setsuna's eyes came upon the visage of the Evil, within one week his complete view of her had changed. What his view changed to was surreal, in an eccentric way. As much as he hated admitting it, she had become appealing to his eyes, like that saying 'A sight for sore eyes'. The way she distorted a child's innocence with the natural seduction of a woman, it wasn't comprehendible. There were a share of girl's all with their unique sense of fashion, graceful, and poised personalities, yet…
"-Watch where you're goin!" she said rowdily his chin knocking into the top of her head.
"-Damn… oww," Setsuna whined lowly.
"So where is this damn mall?" she lashed incisively.
Setsuna lit a cigarette and showed her the way, bolting through the thick crowd and shoving his way to the commons area, "Since you're a cross-dresser you might wanna go to 'that' store," he remarked with a caustic tone, his finger pointed to a young boy's clothing store.
Kurai glared slapping him upside the head and trekking to the women's clothing, "-Shaddup! I can dress like a girl!" her words were distasteful within her mouth but if this was needed to be done in order to make some kind of impression upon him, she would surely do it. She came on Assiah, didn't she?
He awaited outside, watching the local school girls with their loose socks, plaid, short skirts, collared tops, the typical school-girl outfit, walking in a bouncy stride, sorta like a hybrid of a skip and stride. His head lowered to see panties of all sorts, bears, cherries, thongs, the works. Setsuna's eyes widened as he realized one girl wasn't wearing any, he then began getting closer but not before his ass was kicked and his face sharing an unpleasant conversation with the cement.
The princess, who was now decked in beige shorts, with her new trademark of numerous belts, and a very mobile black wife beater, revealing her figure was cocking brow, with a light grin revealing her pointed teeth was looking down at Setsuna, "You're a hopeless dope," she sighed realizing even when they were together it never seemed to shatter that force field of dimwittedness radiating from his puny head.
He got up dusting up his black shorts his eyes upping and downing her, in a somewhat disbelieving state, then the trance was ended, "-How'd you pay for this?"
She blinked and began walking towards the ice-cream vender, "You paid for it remember? Ya let me use your credit card."
"What?!! I never--how much did you blow off?!!!" his words tumbling into one another like a massive amount of fumbled, infuriated words.
"I dunno…-like uhh…-100,000 yen," (100 dollars) she said bluntly, with a careless shrug.
"-That was saved for…" his roaring was subsiding and he crossed his arms, one hand began digging for 200 yen (2 dollars) to purchase ice-cream for the two.
Kurai sat on a high ledge in the overly crowded shopping area, she always had an admiration of elevated places, Setsuna of course leaned nonchalantly against the wall the two staring in the direction of the water fountain, too intrigued by their ice-cream to hold a decent conversation.
She was first to speak, "Setsuna…-its been a week and I never got the chance to say…"
Setsuna looked upwards at her complicated expression, "-Say what?" he asked taking a lick from his rocky road ice-cream, and throwing it into the waste bin next to him.
She jumped down from the higher level, her sneakers making her land with a rubbery thump, she met his gaze her eyes stronger now, slightly narrowed yet shining tenderly, she brought her hands to his face as if she was afraid something else might catch his eye when she confessed.
He looked at her with a dumbfounded expression, insecurity binding him. Utterly unsure. Is this the time to say something? Its too close. Like a temptation.
A whisper of words, first said in a native tongue, an unfamiliar language, like a code that needed translating, "…I want to say that I-"
He pulled her into a passion-filled kiss, disregarding any other uncertain feeling, living in the moment as he had been doing the past five years of his life, no regrets. Her eyes had became lost in a shocked moment but succumbed, causing her to close them softly. Flavors of ice-cream overlapped, it was a sweet kiss, literally.
Did anyone see? Of course, it caused a few stares, none as bitter, heartfelt, useless as the eyes identical of an angel's…
[~*~+~*~]
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A/N: Blarg we shall continue on our next chapter. Slow updates, but there's no curing it! ~_~ Please go review, flame me, spite me, or praise my writing I don't care, let me know how I'm doin, please? I need some critiquing that way I know what I need to work on. @_@;; I'm gonna go start on chapter 6 of 'Captivated by You'! Konbanwa!
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Disclaimer: I don't need a disclaimer, just kidding (wish I wasn't) I don't own Angel Sanctuary.