Angel
Silver and gold, Daisuke thinks as soft wings enfold him. His plummet ceases and he finds himself gazing at glimmering stars. Heaven and hell, and here we are somewhere in between.
He's set on cold stone. Unable to support his weight, his knees collide with the hard surface and he pitches forward into those warm arms (and heaven's angel watching over me). There's a rustle of feathers and his angel leans down, so that they are at eye level.
Beautiful blue eyes, streaked with brilliant gold, gaze back at him. "Niwa?"
The illusion doesn't shatter, but something nudges his mind at the sound of the low voice. I want you to always stay near me.
"Don't," he moans and fingers the silvery-blue hair. Fine pale skin, completely unmarred, slides beneath his fingertips. "Don't." Let me steal a kiss from you, angel.
Just for tonight, he wants to visit heaven.