Ice Angels
Lonely Night
I'll have a blue Christmas without you;
I'll be so blue thinking about you.
They sat silent for a long time, thoughts swirling around their heads like a vortex. Dark quickly stumbled to his feet and rushed to the door of his room as if ready to get sick.
"D-Dark, wait!" Daisuke jumped up, frowning when the door was shut. "I'm sorry, he just..."
"It's fine," Krad muttered. He walked to the corner of the room, picking up a bag Daisuke hadn't noticed before. Swiftly, the blonde entered the kitchen, grabbed a mug full of hot chocolate, and vanished into Dark's room. Satoshi sighed, pushing frail fingers through his hair. He looked up to see Daisuke, frowning, he too got up and exited to his room. Satoshi seemed to mimick Krad's action, and left into the other's room.
"Go away," Dark growled as Krad gently clicked the door behind him. He set a cup next to Dark who snatched it up, drinking a little. He set it back down, suddenly glancing at the box in Krad's arms, who shoved it forward into Dark's hands.He unwrapped it carefully, mumbling something the whole time until the top flipped open.
"Nice, isn't it?" Krad asked softly as Dark took the small globe out of the box. He shook it gently, watching sparkles from the petals of the rose inside float around the water.
"Arose?" he questioned curiously, gentling setting the box aside as he continued to look at the little flower inside.
"Yes...A white rose." Dark looked up just in time to see a soft smile spread across the blonde's face. "Turn the key."
Dark did as instructed, staying completely silent as the tune played out. Once it ended, Krad shifted, watching Dark place the small gift on the desk near his bed, turning on his side on the bed.
"It's like playing music with the rain...Isn't it?" Krad couldn't help but smirk as Dark grumbled his response. He suddenly turned to leave, but someone (and he knew exactly who, of course) caught his wrist. The hand was dropped limp, and Krad turned just slightly, biting his lip.
"Just stay with me tonight, will you?" Dark gazed up at the blonde who stood still in front of him, not daring to falter in his position as he glared down on Dark, laying sprawled across the bed. His fingers slowly began to inch towards the boy in front of him, again, who still made no movement to retreat.
"Just tonight," he whispered. Before he knew what was happening, he could feel Dark pulling him down onto the bed, wrapping his arms tightly around the boy's waist, and flipped the other onto the bed.
"Dark, please don't..." Krad's words were muffled by the soft kiss that he gave him on the lips, brushing his mouth against the one beneath him.
"Just tonight," he begged, his eyes becoming weak. He leaned down, resting his face in the crook of Krad's neck, letting his breath tickle the boy's skin until it made him shudder and grasp onto Dark as if to never let go. He whispered something more, but it was lost in the soft fabric of Krad's clothes.
"But, I..."
"Don't." It was a swift, innocent demand. "Do you know how hard it is? To remember everything after all this time? And rememeber the things I forgot, the things that should have been forgotten forever?" Dark nuzzled closer, his breath suddenly getting more shallow. "Do you...Did I...ever tell you, back then...And even now, there was...something special about you. I knew it." Krad could feel Dark grinning before suddenly, he could feel a heavy weight on him. "We were always...so close..."
"Dark?" No use. He had fallen to sleep, and was now breathing gently against the one beneath him. Krad tried to make his way out, but Dark grasped his waist tighter, mumbling something. This only caused Krad to sigh, quickly pulling out of the grasp, replacing his own form with a pillow. For a moment, Dark grasped onto it, then loosened his hands on the bag of fluff. With one last look, Krad sighed and exited, going to fetch Satoshi. When he entered Daisuke's room, his younger brother was lovingly stroking the redhead's hair. His eyes darted up to the blonde in the doorway.
"...It's a...good thing you put that sleeping potion in the chocolate," Satoshi mumbled, tangling his fingers further in the other's hair. Krad only snorted, trying to bite back the overwhelming pain he seemingly felt. All this time, they knew of their curse, all this time they hid, and finally someone once loved had come along--the ones they'd been forbidden to see in the past. It was happening all over again Fate was sure fucked up.
The blonde shifted, and cleared his throat. "Come on, we'll be late." Hesitantly, Satoshi untangled his fingers and followed his brother out the door, leaving their only two friends sound asleep in the house.
xxx
The two sat in a long silence the way to the airport. Nothing was said, nothing was hinted, and eyes wandered without purpose outside to gaze at the soft falling snow. When the taxi finally stopped in front of a large metal gate, they both exited, handed the money over, grabbed their things, and left.
"...Krad?" Satoshi was staring at the ground as the two made their way through the building, tickets already in hand. He didn't answer until both of them were safely seated inside a large plane. Beneath them, they could feel the engine grumbling and the announcer began to call out instructions, her orders falling on deaf ears. Finally, Krad turned once he'd situated himself into a comfortable position near the window.
"Yes?" Satoshi shifted in his seat and played with his shirt until there was a soft sob coming from his throat.
"I never...said goodbye."
This time, Krad turned to face his brother, only staring down at the icy blue that he was faced with before he let a hand rest on the boy's hair, gently stroking it. Satoshi never saw how hazy the golden eyes seemed at that moment, and didn't look up when his older brother gave an answer.
"Sometimes," he whispered, "The easiest way to say goodbye...Is to say nothing."
Now, Satoshi's eyes rose just slightly to catch Krad turning towards the window, watching the landscape vanish as the plane took off. He took another shuddering breath and looked back down at the ground. His eyes were shut tightly together in thought until Krad could feel the boy's weight on him. He must have fallen asleep. Krad's eyes continued to wander outside, watching as the pure untainted snow fell to the ground in heavenly bliss. Though he knew Satoshi couldn't hear him, he let his lips move swiftly, whispering words that entwined themselves in the boys sleep.
"Sometimes, it's less painful that way."
The Next Morning...
The two Niwa's had awoken to find their friends gone. They searched everywhere in vain, pushing past people in the streets, and disturbing dust in the Hikari mansion. Daisuke had stayed silent. Dark had cursed. Even after searching the entire day, they found nothing. Eventually, the younger of the two beckoned to go home--it was late, and tomorrow was Christmas. Had the time flown by that fast? They must have been mistaken about when the holiday was coming...It seemed to go by so very fast. The two made their way home in silence, Dark seeming angry, Daisuke upset. When they arrived, Dark had retreated to his own room right away.
Dark glanced over at the small globe set on his desk, letting his eyes linger on the crystalline rose locked within. After a moment, he took it in his fingers and turned the key gently, before setting it back down, seating himself in his chair.
"It's like playing music with the rain...Isn't it?"
His eyes closed tightly as the song continued to play, and he knotted his fingers together letting his forehead rest there. As if praying. As if wishing...
"Yes...A white rose." A smile.
A soft sigh escaped his lips and he took his face in his hands, breathing gently. Outside the door, Daisuke glanced in on the silent Dark and lingered for a moment, watching him. When the song finally stopped on the final note, Daisuke's eyes dulled as he heard a soft sob. Slowly but surely, thin droplets of water appeared beneath Dark, until there was a small river of tears running down the desk. He closed the door, and walked off. Outside, the snow continued to fall, pure and silent, encasing the world in a sense of innocence--only to be tainted once it dropped to the ground.
End
