Forget For the Moment
By Seraphim.Poison
Dark Krad
Chapter Three: Judgement and Such
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From this cloud where I hang dangle in the blue,
I spy you all tiny creatures on the ground below,
For my being reckless got me strung up in the sky.
But love is flawed now see the lowlies cry,
Cut my cord now better then better off to die.
Here am I your falling angel dangle in the blue.
I'm your angel and I wish that I could be like you.
It's my time all I have for my crime is such.
Knowing that the thing I love is that which I can't touch.
So I watch your fragile beauty changing in the sun.
Love is flawed now see the lowlies cry;
Cut my cord now better then better off to die.
Fallen Angel (Duran Duran)
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"You shouldn't let your temper talk, thief. But, of course… Atode koukai shite mo shiranai kara. It's not my fault if you regret it later." Krad answered quietly, reclaiming a seat on one of the nearby benches and briefly closing metal gold eyes.
Dark chose to ignore this comment, continuing in a slightly huffy tone, "I don't know what I was thinking--"
"You probably weren't, as usual."
"—asking you for help, of all people." The kaitou continued without missing a beat, "Mou kao mo mitakunai! I can't even stand the sight of you!"
Krad's eyes narrowed into dangerous, piercing golden slits as he murmured with deceptive quietness, "… Somehow, I feel we've wandered off topic… Or am I mistaken?"
Dark glared shamelessly. He knew the false angel asked his question knowing he, of course, was correct. However, rather than admit such a thing, the phantom thief silently folded his arms and turned his gaze away, appearing to not care enough to answer, though in truth, it was merely that he could not think of a proper reply.
"Am I?" The blonde inquired again, his gaze pointedly resting on the kaitou, who, under the golden eyes, shifted his weight between his two nimble feet slightly before slumping down with a sudden lack of grace onto a near-by church bench, glancing at what the purple-haired thief could only assume was a severely aged hymn book.
"Are you ever?" Dark responded at length in a remarkably soft tone, giving in though his glare had faded into something much more passive and almost distant, reaching for the hymn book and blowing the dust off the cover so that he might read it, only to find that the title was in a dialect even he, with his many years, was quite unable to decipher.
A quiet chuckle passed the perfect lips of the angel-faced demon, who sensed the atmosphere calming. How wild things always were with Dark Mousey. First they were fighting, and then just talking like old friends, then fighting again... Krad quieted his deceptively gentle laughter before replying, his metal gold gaze moving from the white-clad form of the quite literally 'phantom' thief to the broken stain glass windows that towered above them like forboding guardians.
"Only when it comes to you."
"Ah. Should I be honored?" The slim-figured kaitou answered in a casual tone, a contrast from his earlier more irritated voice. A bit of a sigh left Dark. Being dead really did make him rather moody.
"Honored to be the one exception? How typical of you, Dark." Krad remarked in response, settling into the pace of the surprisingly civil conversation, having calmed himself enough to even use the kaitou's name, a bit of an amused smile playing like an elusive ghost about his well-formed lips as a similar grin formed on the addressed thief's own features.
"If I've become so predictable, how can you still make mistakes when it comes to me?" Dark said softly, playing with the old pages of the book he held and vaguely wondering if the dull edges still posed any paper-cutting threats to his somewhat tanned skin.
"Despite appearances, I'm not perfect."
"I could've lived for the moment I'd hear you say that."
Dark's answer echoed in the church that was empty save for two forgotten ghosts, who had, over the centuries, forgotten much of themselves. An amethyst gaze moved to meet a complex sun gold one, and surprisingly, both eyes were filled with a strangely unfamiliar understanding, if only for a moment. The phantom thief could have sworn, if the eye contact had lasted any longer, the kaitou and the blonde false angel would've begun telepathy. But, after a few more seconds, both seemed to realize they were staring, and purple broke from gold.
"Maybe I'm saying it because its too late to live for anything anymore."
Having said so, Krad abruptly stood, and glancing about him as though to find an escape to the awkwardly alien calm about him in the presence of one whom he'd thought was his worst enemy, he selected one of the few corridors of the unexplored church building. Glancing at Dark only briefly with an uncertain expression, the angel-faced demon did not speak again before vanishing down the dark hall in a flutter of white feathers… Dark, having been left behind, sat in the silence for a moment, half missing the demon's company for the first few minutes and distantly blinking after him, not sure whether to be surprised or content with the progress they had subconsciously made.
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Dark Mousey couldn't quite remember how long he'd been laying stretched out in all his white clad glory on the dangerously ancient roof of the equally aged church, but the sky had grown into a near-black blue and the brightest stars were beginning to emerge along side the sliver moon. Not bothering up to cover up a slight yawn that betrayed how weary the day's events had made him, the kaitou absently traced imaginary shapes against the dark background of the heavens above him. His thoughts were a blur of Krad and more Krad, and, much preferring to avoid such sensitive territory, the kaitou was content to just listen to the crickets chirping their evening tune.
But, even the cheery song of the obsidian insects could not distract his mind for long, and sooner than Dark would've liked, he found himself pondering on the subject at hand once more. Was it still possible? Was it ever possible, this crazy idea of his? Now that he seriously thought about it, the purple-haired thief found it more and more improbable, if not impossible, that either the demon or himself was ready to play healer – both were still busy licking their own wounds, and time wasn't helping much… Not that it had been given much of a chance.
As the sky grew darker over head, Dark found himself murmuring, "Keep it dark," before shifting and turning to lay on his side, amethyst orbs clouding over slightly as he drifted into the past once more… Far, far into the past.
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She was a mousy thing of a young woman, Her eyes an impossibly heaven-like blue, though somewhat blood-shot and framed in puffy red from far too much weeping for the sins of Her children. But, still, being God and Ruler Over Heaven, She was still beautiful, Her steps graceful and small, Her face and fingers delicate though they held the fate of all things at their tips. And now, they held the fate of the two who kneeled before her.
"My Children," She began, her voice amazingly clear and calm as She sat poised in her simple, but elegant throne, "Do you realize the gravity of your sins?"
One, a great winged angel with remarkabley bright eyes of an amethyst color seen by no human, looked away from God defiantly, his attitude unrepentant and rebellious. The other, kneeling at this purple-eyed angel's side, merely met Her gaze with a calm golden one, one that was, though calm, unsure, but unregreting of any past transgression. Both seemed, in their own unique way, unwilling to apologize for their so-called sins, even in the face of the Council of Four – Michael, Raphael, Uriel, and Gabriel – and the Almighty Herself.
"If love is a gift from you, Great Mother, then I have no sin to admit to," the violet-eyed one finally spoke, his tone soft with affection for his Creator, but firmly unapologetic.
"Love is My Gift to you, Adnachiel, My Angel of independence," God replied with a voice of understanding, though it was tainted with the seriousness of their supposed transgression, "But, if you chose to let it distract you from the duties which I have bestowed upon you in My Great Plan, then there is punishment if you and Cassiel will not repent."
"We cannot be blamed for the fault of Your Mortal creatures," remarked Adnachiel, his answer marked with irritiation as he glanced through a curtain of purple bangs to look at the lovely Cassiel, whose golden gaze was pensive and troubled.
"You were to act as Guardians," snapped the impatient Michael, one of the Council of Four, who leaned forward in his seat with his bright flame-colored eyes looking down mercilessly upon the two angels who kneeled side by side, "While you were off doing your own silly business committing who knows what sort of sins –"
"I know," interrupted God with Her familiar passive voice, her fingers locked together as she looked around with her azure eyes, framed by hair of an alabaster hue, "I know."
The firey Michael took this as his cue to be silent and leaned back in his chair, though his gaze was still full of fire and his brow furrowed in the slightest as his fellow Council member, soft-spoken Gabriel parted his thin lips to utter quiet words, "You must realize you are being held accountable for The Fall of Adam and Eve, Adnachiel… Cassiel."
"If El is all knowing," retorted the rebellious angel of independence, turning an almost accusing gaze to the Great Mother, "Then why did She not forsee this?"
There was no answer, though God smiled patiently upon Her child with compassion. It was all part of a Great Plan for a Great Universe. How little her beautiful angels realized about the part they had played in a Fall that, despite what all thought, would give birth to a magnificent world. A Fall that was necessary for Her Great Plan. But, She knew that even the stubborn Adnachiel would understand with time… With trials. "Cassiel, Adnachiel… I, as Ruler of this Time and Place, place judgement upon you, My Children and Former Guardians of the Garden Eden. You will serve generations and lifetimes on Earth , the most chaotic of My Worlds, to learn what My Gift of Love truly is, to serve Adam and Eve;s own children, and to be steadfast guardians."
In unision, despite the horrified expressions of both the blonde Cassiel and the amethyst-eyed Adnachiel, the Council of Four replied in concrete monotony, "So El speaks, so it is."
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TBC
[.seraphim poison.] Look at all my captitalization! Emlily Dickinson would be proud. Okay! Confession time. I really, really want your feedback on my past story. O.o; I've read so many good ones that I think my pales a little in comparison. I also worry about having to use my own personalities for my so-called Council of Four and God. I think this chapter was the hardest to set the scene for, so to speak. . Oh well! It was lots of fun anyways. As usual, I would like to thank all my gracious reviewers, especially my reviewers from the last chapter. Sorry for not updating in forever! I love you guys! XD And now that school's almost out, I'll have lots and lots of time to write. Send me and eMail or something, okay? [.end seraphim poison.]
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