The Color is Wrong

"3...2...1..."

Ignorance counts down its lifetime in years, little by little. It falls away with each landmark and slowly is left behind in the Death Valley of the mind. Its memory joins it.

His imaginery friend lost, Daisuke turns, grace gone, stolen by the art theif himself.

"Say it."

Little words, little dreams, lost with the serpentine silk of friction, for reality may become a dream and life may become a myth. It is said that to live one must have come from another.

"Now?"

Two souls connect and stars fall from the sky. Make a wish... Don't expect it to come true. How could it when no one can understand the notion?

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Black wings are the arms of Ravens. Ravens, the messengers of Death. Yet Death would not come to them...

Callouses across pale skin, callouses that cover skin. Skin that covers flesh and bone. Flesh and bone that flows with blood, rivulets forming and swallowing a certain memory in a distant valley. The Death Valley...

"Will you agree?"

Consent on the basis of loss. Yet what loss was it? Must find the rivulets...

Scratches, cries, pleading...Angelic light destroyed...Can a bird fly with the wrong wings? The color was all wrong...

"Only us."

Blue and purple fade, screaming and singing their words of wise nonsense. May they follow...?

Angelic white against the darkness of night. Beneath lies a tamed fire, all visions of purple gone, gone with ignorance. Rivulets...

"Forget..."

Forget what? Fogged eyes turn puzzled, staring up and seeing light. Forget what?

A smile. Malicious and sincere. Forget...

"One without the other-"

Rivulets. Rivulets with a silver gleam. Silver that has hidden. Forget what?

Bodies connect, lips and teeth devour. Foget what? Rivulets...

"Zero..."

Ignorance disappears, and light prevails. All of the rivulets-

"Stay."

And he does. Because he doesn't remember. Because purple is gone...

"Mine."

Lips press against lips. He agrees. Because the rivulets cover the valley and he cannot see.

But he can feel. He can feel gentle hands turn rough and beauty deceives and hurts. He smiles in angelic arms.

"Yours."

Blue on one side, purple on the other. Two souls enrapture as freedom stakes its claims. Black Ravens fall.

Flame and Light connect. Stars fall from the sky...

And rivulets drench his form as light empowers him, rivulets that hide those that are already forgotten.

Forgotten what?

END

A little strange, I know. But I did warn you, didn't I?

Take this story any way you like. Review if you want. Criticise if you feel the need. All I ask is if you do either, to tell me what you got out of this story. I'm kind of interested...

I won't continue this fic. I'll make more, but, if they are like this, they will most likely be one-shots or two parts. Just so you know...