Yes..=P I'm sorry..so so sorry.I haven't posted a new chapter in ages.
*sighs*
Wen..anyways.you're not online.=( And I want to get it up. darnit
Neeways.yeaps my exams are over..and luckily my results aren't that bad so I'm not banned from coming online..*grins*
Chapter 4
"Hakkai.." A voice was calling. Calling him. But he was so tired. Too tired. He didn't want to wake up. But the voice continued calling. There was urgency, there was a need. He was needed! He had to wake up. He needed to save someone.
Suddenly he was running. Running and slashing everything he could. There was blood everywhere, on his hands, on his clothes, on his face.
Running and running and running. Then he was kneeling in front of some bars. There was a beautiful brown haired girl behind those bars. A sense of urgency rose in Hakkai. He needed to save her. But she grabbed his knife, and stabbed herself. There was blood. So much blood.
Hakkai screamed and ran. Blood, blood was everywhere.
He wanted to keep on running. Run and run and get away from everything.
It was raining. Good. Wash away the blood. But, to his horror, the rain turned red. Blood! It was blood! Too much. Too weak. Unclean. Death
He fell down on his knees. Blood was washing all over him. It was warm, and wet and sticky. More and more and more blood. He choked. He was drowning. So much blood.
Red everywhere. Filled his vision. He couldn't see, couldn't breath. He was going to die. But he didn't want to. He had made a promise, to live for himself and to live for her. He couldn't die. Too late. It was so warm, so suffocating. Hakkai felt his body go limp, and he sunk further and further into the dark red depths.
Suddenly, coolness. What was it? Lifted up. Air was fresh. He turned to see an angel. She was carrying him, carrying him out of the red death. Her wings were pure white and pristine, uncontaminated by the blood.
Blood. He looked at his hands. They were clean. He was clean. There was no more blood. Safe at last. The sky was beautiful. So many colours. So pretty. So beautiful, yet unearthly. Just like the angel. Pure white wings. Exquisite.
He looked at the angel's face. Kanan, Yaone, Kanan, Yaone. Her features alternated between those two. He watched fascinated.
The angel smiled at him, and her face settled on Yaone's. Finally. He was getting confused.
She laughed, and he caught his breath. Her laugh was heavenly, delightful. His heart sang and soared.
"Beautiful angel, you saved me," he said, whispering.
She smiled, and he was delighted at her radiance.
"Beautiful." he said.
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Yaone sat beside Hakkai, biting her lip. He seemed to be dreaming, and he was restless.
"At least you're strong enough to start dreaming anyways," she told him, not expecting an answer.
She watched the man. He smiled, as if what he dreamt of was sweet and wonderful. He looked so. handsome, no, handsome did not do him enough credit. He was beautiful in a way only men could be. Beautiful, heartbreakingly so. Though his hair was ruffled and rumpled it was still so soft. His features were almost too delicate to be male, but there was no mistake that he was. He was not effeminate at all, he was the perfect gentleman. She watched him, her thoughts all on him.
He opened his eyes slowly and stared straight at her. Emerald eyes met with delicate pinkish-amethyst eyes. They gazed at each other, both perfectly still, each not willing to break the spell.
Silently, Kougaji stopped at the mouth of the cave, followed by Doku. "Yaone!" said Kougaji, his amber eyes flashing.
Yaone started, and she turned to look at Kougaji. Instantly, her face changed, and became a blank, empty mask. Hakkai noticed, and noted it with some surprise.
She did not answer. Kougaji hesitated, and spoke. "Y-y-aone," he stuttered, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. Please come back."
Her fist clenched automatically, through no conscious action on her part. At first, her reply was so soft only Hakkai heard it. Then she said it again, louder. "No." It was firm, and left no room for argument.
Kougaji was taken aback. He expected Yaone to have been so happy that she would have come with him willingly.
"Why not?" he asked, trying frantically to remain calm.
"I need to take care of him."
Hakkai fixed his gaze on her, and tentatively, reached out his hand to clasp her arm. He opened his mouth to speak, but Yaone shook her head vehemently at him, indicating that he should be silent. He closed his mouth, respecting her wishes.
Meanwhile, Kougaji was slowly working himself up into a temper. Jealousy raged through him as he watched Hakkai and Yaone.
"Tell me the real reason," he said menacingly, through gritted teeth.
"You told me that you hated me. You told me that my presence caused you great displeasure. You told me to leave. You told me that I brought you pain. You drove me out of your castle with harsh words. You expect me to come back meekly when you change your mind?" Yaone said all this in a monotone, allowing none of her agitation and her pain to show in her voice.
She turned her back to Kougaji so that he would not see the tears that were slowly leaking out from the corners of her eyes. It pained her to speak to Kougaji so, but she could not just go back willingly to him after all his harsh words. Even her love for him was not strong enough to make her just give in like that.
Hakkai watched her, his eyes shadowed. He could do nothing to help her. Only she could help herself, and it was her own life. She made her own decisions and her own choices. It hurt him in some obscure way to see her like that, but he could do nothing. All he could do was silently send his support to her.
Kougaji could say nothing. Jaw clenched, he stalked out of the cave, followed closely by the loyal Dokugakuji.
Only after she was sure that they were long gone did Yaone let herself go. She sobbed unreservedly. Before Hakkai could do anything, she lay down on him, sobbing on his shoulder, badly in need of a fellow human's support.
He hugged her silently, saying nothing, stroking her hair gently as she cried. Her slight frame racked with sobs, and his heart was torn.
"It's alright," he whispered. She leant her head on his shoulder, her sobs quietened, but the tears were still flowing freely from her eyes.
Both said nothing, as she cried and he held her all through the night.
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As always..make me happy with your reviews.=)
Wen..anyways.you're not online.=( And I want to get it up. darnit
Neeways.yeaps my exams are over..and luckily my results aren't that bad so I'm not banned from coming online..*grins*
Chapter 4
"Hakkai.." A voice was calling. Calling him. But he was so tired. Too tired. He didn't want to wake up. But the voice continued calling. There was urgency, there was a need. He was needed! He had to wake up. He needed to save someone.
Suddenly he was running. Running and slashing everything he could. There was blood everywhere, on his hands, on his clothes, on his face.
Running and running and running. Then he was kneeling in front of some bars. There was a beautiful brown haired girl behind those bars. A sense of urgency rose in Hakkai. He needed to save her. But she grabbed his knife, and stabbed herself. There was blood. So much blood.
Hakkai screamed and ran. Blood, blood was everywhere.
He wanted to keep on running. Run and run and get away from everything.
It was raining. Good. Wash away the blood. But, to his horror, the rain turned red. Blood! It was blood! Too much. Too weak. Unclean. Death
He fell down on his knees. Blood was washing all over him. It was warm, and wet and sticky. More and more and more blood. He choked. He was drowning. So much blood.
Red everywhere. Filled his vision. He couldn't see, couldn't breath. He was going to die. But he didn't want to. He had made a promise, to live for himself and to live for her. He couldn't die. Too late. It was so warm, so suffocating. Hakkai felt his body go limp, and he sunk further and further into the dark red depths.
Suddenly, coolness. What was it? Lifted up. Air was fresh. He turned to see an angel. She was carrying him, carrying him out of the red death. Her wings were pure white and pristine, uncontaminated by the blood.
Blood. He looked at his hands. They were clean. He was clean. There was no more blood. Safe at last. The sky was beautiful. So many colours. So pretty. So beautiful, yet unearthly. Just like the angel. Pure white wings. Exquisite.
He looked at the angel's face. Kanan, Yaone, Kanan, Yaone. Her features alternated between those two. He watched fascinated.
The angel smiled at him, and her face settled on Yaone's. Finally. He was getting confused.
She laughed, and he caught his breath. Her laugh was heavenly, delightful. His heart sang and soared.
"Beautiful angel, you saved me," he said, whispering.
She smiled, and he was delighted at her radiance.
"Beautiful." he said.
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Yaone sat beside Hakkai, biting her lip. He seemed to be dreaming, and he was restless.
"At least you're strong enough to start dreaming anyways," she told him, not expecting an answer.
She watched the man. He smiled, as if what he dreamt of was sweet and wonderful. He looked so. handsome, no, handsome did not do him enough credit. He was beautiful in a way only men could be. Beautiful, heartbreakingly so. Though his hair was ruffled and rumpled it was still so soft. His features were almost too delicate to be male, but there was no mistake that he was. He was not effeminate at all, he was the perfect gentleman. She watched him, her thoughts all on him.
He opened his eyes slowly and stared straight at her. Emerald eyes met with delicate pinkish-amethyst eyes. They gazed at each other, both perfectly still, each not willing to break the spell.
Silently, Kougaji stopped at the mouth of the cave, followed by Doku. "Yaone!" said Kougaji, his amber eyes flashing.
Yaone started, and she turned to look at Kougaji. Instantly, her face changed, and became a blank, empty mask. Hakkai noticed, and noted it with some surprise.
She did not answer. Kougaji hesitated, and spoke. "Y-y-aone," he stuttered, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. Please come back."
Her fist clenched automatically, through no conscious action on her part. At first, her reply was so soft only Hakkai heard it. Then she said it again, louder. "No." It was firm, and left no room for argument.
Kougaji was taken aback. He expected Yaone to have been so happy that she would have come with him willingly.
"Why not?" he asked, trying frantically to remain calm.
"I need to take care of him."
Hakkai fixed his gaze on her, and tentatively, reached out his hand to clasp her arm. He opened his mouth to speak, but Yaone shook her head vehemently at him, indicating that he should be silent. He closed his mouth, respecting her wishes.
Meanwhile, Kougaji was slowly working himself up into a temper. Jealousy raged through him as he watched Hakkai and Yaone.
"Tell me the real reason," he said menacingly, through gritted teeth.
"You told me that you hated me. You told me that my presence caused you great displeasure. You told me to leave. You told me that I brought you pain. You drove me out of your castle with harsh words. You expect me to come back meekly when you change your mind?" Yaone said all this in a monotone, allowing none of her agitation and her pain to show in her voice.
She turned her back to Kougaji so that he would not see the tears that were slowly leaking out from the corners of her eyes. It pained her to speak to Kougaji so, but she could not just go back willingly to him after all his harsh words. Even her love for him was not strong enough to make her just give in like that.
Hakkai watched her, his eyes shadowed. He could do nothing to help her. Only she could help herself, and it was her own life. She made her own decisions and her own choices. It hurt him in some obscure way to see her like that, but he could do nothing. All he could do was silently send his support to her.
Kougaji could say nothing. Jaw clenched, he stalked out of the cave, followed closely by the loyal Dokugakuji.
Only after she was sure that they were long gone did Yaone let herself go. She sobbed unreservedly. Before Hakkai could do anything, she lay down on him, sobbing on his shoulder, badly in need of a fellow human's support.
He hugged her silently, saying nothing, stroking her hair gently as she cried. Her slight frame racked with sobs, and his heart was torn.
"It's alright," he whispered. She leant her head on his shoulder, her sobs quietened, but the tears were still flowing freely from her eyes.
Both said nothing, as she cried and he held her all through the night.
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