ikanaide! kono mune wa tsumi bukai yume mite shimau yo
Never say good bye sono hane wo kiri totte makka ni nurasu yume wo
"Don't go!" In my heart, I can't help seeing that sinful dream --
Never say goodbye a dream where those feathers are torn out and soaked in crimson.

ikanaide! kono mune wa tsumi bukai yume mite shimau yo
Never say good bye sono hane wo kiri totte makka ni nurasu yume wo
"Don't go!" In my heart, I can't help seeing that sinful dream --
Never say goodbye a dream where those feathers are torn out and soaked in crimson.


When I woke up, you were there too, your left arm around me. You were comfortable. Usually you slept with your left under the sheets, so that it remained hidden until I saw it on that fateful day. Now I knew and you didn't have to hide as you laid on your right side as usual. Our faces were still blood stained from the fight and our wounds still hurt, but it was beautiful in it's own way. I wanted you to wake up, because I longed to see that smile again, but at the same time I was afraid of your awaking.

Closing my eyes, I longed for sleep to take me again. It didn't. The light filtered in through your window. Not a trace of wretched black smoke remained. The blood crust in your hair stunted a glitter that I could only imagine from the ebony blond.

Deep red, crimson, sinister? No, not sinister. Your eyes slowly opened and we were caught in a gaze. But not sinister. Your eyes were soft, smiling or sad I couldn't tell. From stained glass to something else, all with the difference of one of your tears and thousands of mine. I'll cry for you.

I wanted to say something. Something between 'let's stay like this forever,' 'I'm sorry,' and 'good morning,' but at times like these one would fear deafening his companion with a broken silence. Instead I just enjoyed the sunlight as it danced on our faces and slowly crept cross the room. We stayed locked in bliss, I hoped. Then you did roll out of the bed.

Opening a large trunk, you pulled out a few articles of cloth. Turning to look at me, you frowned. "Come on, you're wounded as well."

"Where are we going?"

"To have my arm checked on. We'll have to have that shoulder checked for infection as well. I can't believe you were that foolish."

"Alright." I smiled and followed you to a room. A woman dressed in slick white clothing took care of us and washed the blood. She made you do some rehabilitation exercises with your dead arm, even if it wouldn't help. It was dead, there was no hope of it's use without your claw. After we were done she came up to me, handing me a jar.

"Here. This is the lord's salve. Make sure he starts taking better care of himself."

"Alright..?" It was awkward, as if I was becoming your wife or babysitter suddenly.

"He... I think he's in denial. I think he thinks that maybe if that dead piece of charred flesh can live, so can his father. It's sad, really." She whispered.

"I understand. Thank you for seeing to my shoulder."

"Hurry up, fool." You stood by the door impatiently. I hurried towards you and followed you down the hallways. "Well, now that you're here and you refuse to leave, what do you plan to do?"

"Well, I wanted to spend my time with you. Maybe explore Greeton and deeper into caves."

"I have work to do. I don't have time to frolic through meadows with you. With Shelby gone, thanks to you, I have to assume full responsibility for my brigade."

"Oh. When do you get home?"

"When my mission is over. Then I rest a night or two before a new one is handed down from the king."

We were silent for a while as we walked. The castle cat wrapped around your warm legs as we made an exit. "But, you're not doing anything today, are you?"

"Not until they send for me."

"Then let's just spend the day together while we can, please?"

"Bah, I did plan to train today."

Your eyes held determination, not of arrogance, but of ... protection? "You- you regret their deaths don't you?" You kept your silence. "Albel, I..."

"I'm a weakling, aren't I, Fayt? Isn't that what you said?" You turned and glared at me.

"What! I never..."

"Just shut up."

"Albel, I'm sorry."

"You'd better be." You continued to go out into the training grounds. They were empty as the others in the army were busy. You were quick to rip out your katana and start at one of the targets. Graceful. Your legs shown fully, but it was something I was used to. The grace ended as you gave into all the wrath in your body and completely slashed off the burlap bag of hay from it's post. Red eyes flickered as you turned to me and charged insanely. It took a moment's thought and a movement's reaction to bring my sword up in defense.

"What are you-!" I stumbled back and played defense the best I could after I was over my surprise.

"Weak fool! They died because I was weak! I can't be, I'll show you, I'm not weak!"

"Albel, stop!"

You panted and let his sword drop to his side. "I'm... not." You turned your face away from me.

"Stop." I reached my hand out and touched your shoulder. You shrugged me off. I reached again, digging my fingers into unarmored flesh. "Stop beating yourself up like this."

I heard myself cry out before I felt the pain, before I saw you move. My shoulder was sticky and oozing in a matter of moments as I stared at you in disbelief.

You smirked.

Your crimson eyes glinted.

Your gloved hands gently took my chin and jerked it up, my body hunched over in pain.

Crimson lips sought my shoulder. Gently, sinisterly, lapping the blood before trailing up my neck and jaw bone. "Are you scared yet?" You breathed in my ear. "Do you realize how deep you are in the lair of the wicked? Does it scare you?" Your arms were sudden, jerky, in bringing me tight up against you. "Is it because you can't run away?"

I grimaced, my shoulder stinging and seeping blood over the both of us. I froze as you moved your head, the Devil's eyes staring into my own. Small, yet sharp, nose just away from my own. Your hand was firm against my back. Your claw digging slightly into my waist as you pulled my abdomen against your own.

I could feel your excitement through every pore. I could feel your breath, heavy and hot, mingle with my own. My fear was greater than my sense of self, the anxiety overcoming my doubts and awkwardness.

And I was lost in you.

And you were insane in me.

Your hand snatched up and entwined in my hair, pulling my head forward towards your own. The rest was a blur of pain and blood, ecstacy.

To you, it must have been a different sort of murder. The rush, the anger, bleeding life from victims and listening to them and their sorry dying noises.

To you, maybe it was better, because I was just as eager to be rough back.

Once it was done I was dizzy with blood loss, panting and a mess. You towered over me, satisfied, eyes gazing down in... in.. admiration? No. In.. need. In a proud and cocky way, a bloodthirsty way. In need for the blood that drenched my front and dried in muddy clots over my shoulder.

You were out of your control, out of your mind. Insane. Truly, throughly

wicked


Sorry everyone! KH and writer's block stopped me! I love you all for reading this far! thank you, I hope to update soon! Cuz I know what I'm doing now...