Forget For the Moment
By Seraphim.Poison
Dark x Krad
Chapter Five: All That's Left
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One day the dreamers died within us
When all our answers never came
We hid the truth beneath our skin but
Our shadows never looked the same
A ghost is all that's left
Of everything we swore we never would forget
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead
We are the dead
And when we couldn't stop the bleeding
We held our hearts over the flame
We couldn't help but call it treason
After that we couldn't fill our frames
After that our shadows never looked the same
We are the ones who lost our faith
We dug ourselves an early grave
We are the dead, can we be saved?
All That's Left (Thrice)
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It occurred to Dark Mousey for the hundredth thousandth time that his whole situation was quite utterly and entirely stupid. Not only was it stupid, but it was stupid for several reasons in several different ways at several varying moments. The amethyst-eyed thief could go on for days, and he had the days to do it, too. Of course, he decided at length, this moment was not one of those stupid ones. Rather, it was a fraction of time that could only be classified alone, cut apart neatly from all other sections of Dark's long, long life.
This was a moment of perfect serenity. A moment of simple existence. Even Dark could not deny how beautiful everything was – the endless evening sky, the diamond stars, and the soft whisper of ancient voices in the gentle wind that no longer could caress the thief's dark hair. Indeed, it seemed that the Great Mother had out done herself again, he mused, fond remembrance of the petite deity in his mind despite it all. It never ceased to amaze the kaitou how El could take time out of all her mind-blowing duties and create something so enchanting as the fall of night, a few minutes that Dark had rarely taken the time to appreciate.
But, now, he mused, he had all the time in the world with all that was left of his life, the beginning and most likely the end of all things for him: Krad. A distant look crossed amethyst eyes briefly. He wondered if it was ever worth it to be condemned on the third rock from the Sun for all these lifetimes for a lust-born love that was probably snagged away by the threads of time. Glancing at the blonde sitting silently beside him as though to determine the answer to the question he must have asked himself a million times over, Dark allowed himself a quiet sigh, pulling his knees up close to his chest and wrapping his arms around himself as though to defend from the cold he could not even feel.
Feeling Dark's gaze on him, Krad turned metal gold eyes to meet purple ones, a questioning look that read along the lines of, 'What are you looking at?' The false angel said nothing, however, merely holding the other's gaze calmly with an air of superiority to rival that of a emperor. But, the phantom thief did not seem intimidated, passively blinking amethyst eyes. For Dark, it was not one of those nights between hunter and thief, staring each other down before a clash of powers on some museum roof.
Subconsciously realizing this, the blonde turned away at length, somewhat uncomfortable with the lack of conflict between them. One tended to grow used to certain things after centuries on centuries of the same old fight, and Krad was no exception, having grown to be a creature of habit who was quite accustomed to seeing taunting hatred laying unhidden on twin violet surfaces that now seemed nothing but tranquil to him. He hardly even noticed that his own winter-touched golden gaze had let a little peacefulness warm them as well, though this detail did not slip past Dark as he abruptly let loose a soft, amused laugh.
"I do hate you, you know," the kaitou remarked casually, the hint of amusement in his quiet laughter slipping easily into his voice, making him seem almost teasing. "Enough to want to kill you."
"What a coincidence. I hate you, too," was the dryly stated answer, defied by a gleam of amusement to match Dark's own laying subtly beneath twin golden surfaces; he would play this little game for now. "Enough to kill you. It's a shame, thief; you're already dead."
"Thanks for rubbing it in, you insensitive jerk." While the words sounded as though they were meant to insult, Dark's tone held a leisurely pace that made it seem like he was talking about the weather. "In case it slipped your notice, you're dead, too."
"Hypocrite. Now who's rubbing it in?"
Dark laughed that same quiet, but amused laugh again, stretching his arms a bit again as though he were a feline getting used to a new couch before standing, wishing absently that he could feel the wind in his dark hair again as he answered quietly, his tone suddenly more serious, "What does it feel like, Krad? To be with me without your fingers curled around my throat?"
The blonde turned his gaze abruptly to meet an wine-hued one, vaguely wondering what in the world had possessed the kaitou to ask him such a question. He didn't answer at first, pondering the question reluctantly himself. What was it like? What was it like to not want to kill someone who you'd been trying to kill since the nearly beginning of time? What was it like…? Krad could only barely remember a time… Of course, he was lying to himself now. He remember, all right, clear as a summer's day. But, maybe he didn't want these memories. Just something else to drown in.
"Almost like old times, Dark."
Almost.
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"Adnachiel!"
A soft voice calling his name interrupted the independent angel's stormy thoughts as he walked with all the force of a herd of elephants down the corridor, away from that damning council room with a scowl on his face. He hadn't even bothered to wait for Cassiel, figuring the blonde angel would have his head for his challenge against the fiery Michael… In any case, Adnachiel wasn't ready to face his garden lover yet…
"Adnachiel!"
That same voice. Someone was certainly persistent, mused the already thought burdened angel, whirling around with an irritated, "What do you--" He stopped abruptly, recognition overcoming boyish features as he said more respectfully, if grudgingly so, "Gabriel. If you've come to lecture me, let me tell you that I've had quite enough."
The frail looking council member slowed his pace as he approached Adnachiel, stopping a few feet away in what seemed like returned respect as he nodded his head politely in greeting before answering calmly, "I come only with words of advice, Adnachiel."
"Then speak," the violet-eyed angel responded, folding his arms impatiently and leisurely leaning his shoulder up against a near by wall.
Gabriel seemed relieved that Adnachiel was willing to hear him as he said quietly, "You will lose tomorrow in your fight against Michael, and there is little either of us can do to avert El's judgment from either you or Cassiel now. But, still… Once you are on Earth, please do not forget the love you claim here, Adnachiel. It will bond you through the centuries. You will fall for what you think believe in, but you can rise again once you've understood it. Do not forget this, and you may win in the end."
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Amethyst eyes turned to the elegant figure of Krad, softening slightly with a hint of nostalgia. Old times, indeed. How they'd changed so, and in the same instance, remained so timeless, even in death. Dark, still as charming, handsome, and rebellious as ever, while Krad's winter-touched features had survived the centuries without a flaw.
"I want to go see a city again," murmured Dark abruptly, staring off into the distance where he could still see the night lights of the nameless city he'd wandered not but a few hours ago, though the evening grew late. "This ancient place is going to crumble while we sleep."
"Is that all you can think about? Sleep?" Krad inquired, delicately arching a brow in amusement, though, admittedly, the thought appealed to him as well, especially after having spent so much time mourning out in the middle of nowhere.
The violet-eyed phantom thief chose to ignore that question, though a hint of a mischievous smile played about his lips as he turned to walk away, a single step falling onto the roof of the church. He wanted to see the city… And he wanted to test out this new spirit body.
"So, are you coming, or what?"
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TBC
[.seraphim poison.] Yee-haw! I'm back and kickin'! … Well, sort of. Anyways, once again, I want to thank everyone who's stuck with me -- Krad, Golden-Flame4, Silver Tears (3), Gia, Shirinai Kyuri, especially-- despite my awful sense of timing and lack of updates. Hearts sincerely to all of you lovelies! Oo… Anyways, I think I'm getting carried away. Speaking of which, if anyone thinks I'm taking this story the wrong way, please tell me. Eek! I want this to be a story I can read back on and not entirely crush myself thinking, "What in the world were you doing, 'Raphi?" [.end seraphim poison.]
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