Wolf- When I first wrote this I finished it in just one day! Only about five chapters are done already and because of original work they keep getting put off. By the time I get done with the already written stuff, though, I expect to at least have one chapter, if not two, done already for your reading pleasure.

DISCLAIMER: No, I do not own Gravitation the anime. I DO own the song "Black Snow". Repeat. I DO own the song "Black Snow". If you steal it, no matter if I goes to jail, I will hunt you down, flame you, and kill you. (sweet smile) We have a deal, don't we.

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Demons of an Angel

He had been invited to go to Hiroshi's house to hang out and watch movies two days ago, but he didn't. He had work to do. He was too busy. Now that he was trying to reform Fallen Angel, there was no way he could just play around as much as he used to. And besides, Shuichi would find it weird if he wore his hat while they were relaxing.

He brushed a hand through his long, green-ebony locks. His long, silky hair reached down to the small of his back. A few more inches and it would be back to his normal length, at his waist. He had been growing it out for over a year, so it had better be that long! It had been difficult to hide it. He had needed to have skillful mastery of hats, bandannas, and pins so he could get his hair to look different. If all else failed, he pulled it into ponytail and tried to not let it hang around his face. He didn't want to risk it.

He was an Angel again. He almost felt bad for when Bad Luck would have to go up against him. Almost.

Smirking slightly, he highlighted his eyes easily with kohl again. They were sharp and distinct again, unlike the light stuff he used just around the edges. Sitting down the applicator, he studied his image in the vanity mirror. He looked almost like he had not to long ago. His clothes were even a copy of what he had worn, all black offset by a white denim jacket. Akuma's had been the opposite, all white offset by a black denim jacket. The jacket Suguru had now...

The fifteen-year-old left, ready to meet Bad Luck at the studio. To leave Bad Luck at the studio.

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"Hey Suguru!" Shuichi exclaimed, jumping up and down in the building. Sakano and K him amusedly. Hiroshi and Noriko (who was still in town and not with her own band) weren't there yet. Suguru flashed a small smile at both Shuichi, who was still bouncing.

"Hi Shindou," he replied, toying with a strand of ebony that had fallen down from his ponytail. His eyes sparkled brightly as he looked at K, who nodded to him. He was distracted by having to bang Shuichi on the head to keep him from bouncing more. The manager looked like he was still annoyed (in other words, pissed to the point of being really, really scary) at being thrown in jail. Sakano was freaking out peacefully in the corner.

"Sorry I'm late," Suguru stated quietly. Mr. K shrugged.

"I managed to get Shuichi here early for once. It required... persuading." Suguru rolled his eyes. K had never scared him like he did Shuichi and, to some extent, Hiro. He didn't say anything, though.

He walked over to where the producer was having his little panic attack. As his leather boots glided over the carpeted floor, he bent down to whisper in Sakano's ear. His long hair fell to hide his face from view.

"Ready to come back to the Angels?" he murmured. Sakano looked up, face completely calm as if he hadn't been hyperventilating a moment earlier. He took in the long hair and the edged lines around the eyes, which had deepened to an almost black color.

"I've been ready since we began. I'll wait until you tell them," he said evenly. The boy singer/synth player smiled and nodded.

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"I'll smile happy, the price is right

Let me take it off your mind tonight

Just one day, only a dream away

You're gone, I'm gone, were you ever here to stay?"

The song was one by a songwriter named Alishara. The girl and her sister, Lynn, were some of the best composers along with the lyrics they wrote. Noriko thought it showed off a different side to Shuichi other than the energy that he had, softer and quieter. She was more of a manger/producer than both K and Sakano were together. K was more like a pimp for Shuichi, who made him go to sessions and so on. It seemed sometimes that Sakano was only the person supplying the contract.

The door to the room burst open, and before Noriko or K could stop him a teenager flashed through the other door where they were practicing.

"SHUICHI!" he yelled. The song stopped abruptly, but the singer smiled.

"La li ho!" the pink-haired demon exclaimed. "I didn't know you were back in town, Tatsuha!"

Suguru stiffened at the name, dark eyes sliding slowly over to the sleek midnight hair and molten eyes. He suddenly wished he was already working on his singing. By himself. As Fallen Angel. Far away from here.

"Yeah yeah!" Tatsuha said, exasperated. He waved a hand around in impatience. "Came over little less than a week ago but it was at night, didn't want to interrupt anything, watched your concert, left the next day 'cause of father, came back to get away from father. The problem is..." His voice playfully took on a whining tone.

"I forgot my key and Eiri's not home!"

Shuichi smacked his forehead. It was a strange look that was on the sometimes ditz's face. It was like he was almost mature...

"Sometimes I think you're worse than me. Here!" He tossed the key easily over to his boyfriend's brother, who caught it absently. His black eyes had locked to the delicate, angelic keyboardist that was in the corner, tucked away and forgotten. Whose eyes were practically pleading for him to not say a single thing. So he didn't.

"Thanks Shuichi," he said distractedly. He left without another word, leaving the Ryuichi-lookalike confused.

"Whatever," Noriko said through an intercom to the room. "Start from the top, Shuichi, and be a little more sad for kami's sake! Don't keep spilling out that much too energetic shit! It's fast beat song, but SAD! Try it NOW!"

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Hiro, Shuichi, and Suguru lounged around the Shindou's apartment. Hiro was absently tweaking with his guitar, Shuichi was watching a music video of Sakuma Ryuichi with adoring eyes, and Fujisaki was watching it along with him, stiffly sipping a coke. Even after all this time with them, he still wasn't completely relaxed in their presence. For once thing, they seemed almost completely unpredictable, which tended to make it so things didn't settle down easy. For another, they were... well, they were people. All people hurt and betrayed each other at one point.

The video drew to a close and another started. Suguru gulped, eyes nervous, when he heard a familiar sound. A keyboard, set to sound like a piano, played quiet notes as a low beat with a drum started up. The rustling sound of snow falling on a roof began. Even Hiro watched as a pure and innocent, slightly betrayed voice rang out of a shadowed gloom.

"Tell me the truth of never knowing

Tell me the honesty of why you are going

I don't know why you're leaving your life behind

Fading into the blackened light

Why do you hide?"

The screen flashed to a face that was covered in shadow, but raven waves of green-black hair fall long and straight. It flashed to another faced covered in that same darkness, cobalt hair shining. The spotlight flooded the image of blue hair and dragon green eyes.

He hadn't heard him in so long, but the voice was the same. Akuma Seti had always had a roughly sweet voice when not raised in anger, a side he only showed on stage and to Suguru. He was so perfect and so very imperfect at the same time.

"Grass browns and flowers die

It happens only when you walk by

To the spring you are the winter

Unseen and unknown

To the winter you're death

So white and so... so cold"

It burst into full guitar, the sounds of a piano flying across through the TV speakers. The "so... so cold" had been sung by both singers at the same time, so beautiful. The sound intensified, grew. It grew faster and harder, light and dark at the same time. The screen flashed from fields of perfect snow to glowing green eyes and back again.

Suguru bent his head to rest on his knees as he watched silently, wiping away the streaks of tears angrily. He hated having to cry, but he missed Akuma. More than life, more than breath, more than anything. Problems or not, Akuma had been and still was everything to him.

The screen flashed to that shadowed face again as russet eyes were glowing and faceted in the darkness. As the guitar and drums quieted, the piano-keyboard played on. The voice was rougher for once, and the camera turned to show tears silently slipping down a familiar pale cheek.

"To the unknowing you're just what you seem

Darkened and hiding so far away from me

The snow falls down on your grave as I watch

Thinking of the darkness and the light that you--"

The sound was cut off as the television turned into a program. A punkish girl looked straight into the camera in silence.

"That was Fallen Angel," she said, her voice a bit arrogant. "A band made up of two members: Akuma and Tenshi. Demon and Angel. A little over a year ago, Akuma killed himself and Tenshi disappeared. This was the last music video recorded by them, the song not even released to the public. Called "Black Snow", the song was written by Tenshi. So many fooled by that innocent face, no one would guess so much depth was behind it. Some suspect that Tenshi died with his lover Akuma."

She smirked at this very thought, brown eyes amused. The three watching it were silent as she spoke, still in shock at the music video. One for a different reason...

"But we know this isn't true," she continued. "Wanna know why? Because we have this music video, given to us earlier today by Fallen Angel's former co-producer, Seguchi Tohma. He said that although they have the full music video they will not release to us because it reveals one thing we've been dying to know. As you should have figured out, if you had been following Fallen Angel's movements, is that Tenshi is not the real name of the angel-voiced boy. No one has ever seen his face, no one knows who he is. And believe me, everyone's tried to figure out. And in this music video, Tenshi was finally revealed. Well, I guess we don't have a chance of figuring it out. Or do we? Seguchi-san has said that Fallen Angel is coming back. More info when we get it."

"Excuse me," Suguru said, pushing out of the chair. His red-brown eyes flashed and his hair seemed electrified. "Can I use your phone, Shindou?"

"Sure, man," Shuichi answered distractedly. He turned to Hiro as the other member of Bad Luck began to leave. The sound of Shuichi's babble followed him out. "Did you see that! Remember what a Fallen Angel nut I was! Did you know that Tenshi is only fifteen this YEAR! It was just as bad as Nittle Grasper! I LOVE Akuma! He was so HOT! And--"

The green-haired boy smirked and interrupted, still headed towards the phone.

"Got that right!" he called. There was silence.

"Honestly? I mean, I'm... kinda gay... but you?" Shuichi finally asked. He sounded astounded.

"I'm gay, Shuichi! Have been since I was... let's see... eleven."

He paused for a long moment as he set a hand on the phone, eyes growing blank. That hand clenched, as did his jaw, his eyes falling to stare at the white knuckles as the grip tightened.

"What are you staring at, kid?" the blue-headed boy growled. Even though he was just fourteen, he took a long drag from a cigarette.

The messy hair of an eleven-year-old fell into a different boy's eyes as he hid behind his bangs shyly. "Sorry," he said quietly, blushing. "I've just never met anyone like you before..."

The teenager snorted. "And if you're lucky, you never will again. Name's Akuma Seti, kid. What's yours?"

"Fujisaki Suguru.":

His eyes focused again as he glared. Picking up the phone, he dialed quickly the number he had memorized a long time ago.

"Hello?" Tohma answered, picking up the private line.

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Out in the living room, Hiro's and Shuichi's conversation was interrupted by a fit of yelling, coming from the least likely source. Fujisaki Suguru, calm and professional Fujisaki Suguru, was yelling into the phone at his cousin.

"WHAT KIND OF SHIT WERE YOU TRYING TO PULL! I TOLD you that I didn't want them to know yet! Did you think I'd change my fucking MIND or something! Yeah, yeah! Sure! RIGHT! Well don't give them the whole thing! That's private! I TOLD YOU NOT TO EVER RELEASE IT! He didn't want me to-- Yeah. Okay. Bye."

Fuming, Suguru stormed into the living room, throwing himself on the couch. He blankly stared at the TV, which was playing another Fallen Angel video, Mental Torment. Snarling under his breath, he grabbed the remote and switched the television off. Hiroshi's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"He promised he wouldn't do that. What would he fucking think! He never wanted--"

"Eh... Suguru? Mind filling us in on what just happened?" Shuichi asked nervously. He had always believed that the day that Suguru did something like he had just done was the day of the apocolypse. It must be raining fire upon the heads of the unsuspecting people below. He was tempted to go over and check.

Suguru turned to him, eyes darkened black and blazing obsidian fire. For once, just this once, he decided to tell them the truth. "I'm quitting the band," he snapped.

Shuichi and Hiroshi stared.

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1 - Not in chapter. Black Snow is MY song. MINE! Do not take it, refer to disclaimer for threats if you do.

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Wolf- nervously Wha'd'ya think? Didja like it? Please like it!

Wings- sighs She's being tempermental today, has certain things to deal with, is extremely tired... yawns Yeah, so am I. But instead of sleeping, I'm going to abuse writer's muse benefits at make out with my favorite Gravi character. Who happens to be Yuki, by the way. Wolf can have all the rest, but I have Yuki! I actually get to be uke for once... All in my mind, of course. It's rather interesting. grabs Eiri with a flare of his pretty wings

Wolf- Uhh... Yeah. Okay. Umm, please review?