Disclaimer: GSEED and related characters are not mine.
S T O L E N
Chapter 3: Awakening
By Pluto-mint
Rating: T
Summary: Love, friendship, and destiny.
Warnings: Shounen ai (don't like, don't read, don't flame), irregular updating schedule, and a loose grammar.
Pairing(s): AthrunKira
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Chapter 3: Awakening
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Is it you inside my head? Is it you the one who said... I'll become someone else?
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The air was crisp and thin as the darkness slowly crept into the night sky. The heavy grey cloud swallowed the moon whole, leaving only a trace of shadow in its wake. Delicate black feathers twirled inside the gusting wind; leaving them scattered upon the soft earth and brushing against his feet with each single step. A lone feather fell into his outstretched palms; the pale moonlight seeped through its torn edge.
High above the ruins and piles of what used to be a fortress, he could see a lone figure to stand alone atop the broken tower; the fallen black feathers veiled his face. Feeling more than seeing as the figure turned his eyes toward him, if only for a brief second he felt disoriented as their gaze met each other. They're not even close to touch, but still he had his heart stirred by the intensity of the gaze.
Almost felt like an eternity held their gaze when suddenly the figure spread his arm wide and leaped out of the broken tower; the black wings went unsheathed from his back in a single fluid movement, flying and carrying all of him toward the darkening sky. An angel?
As the winged figure flew into the night sky, the earth then slowly start to crumble under his feet. He felt the grains of sands slipped easily through his fingers as the ruins and piles moved to glide into the welcoming earth. He gasped and tried to hold on to something, anything, not to let himself fall. But it was too late, the ground under his feet cracked, pulling him toward the abyss along with the gravity.
A warm hand caught his trembling fingers, holding him in place. The wind rustled through the black feathers, caressing his skin, touching him. The flying figure smiled at him, his wings glittered in the dark, and with fingers remain intertwined to each other.
"Who are you?" his voice cracked through the cold breeze.
The feathers brushed against his skin in a warm welcoming touch. "I am you," said the velvety voice in a smooth reply.
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Kira woke up from his almost sleeping state with a start. In between his sleeping haze, Kira could dimly hear Tolle's voice as he playfully poked at his shoulder and babbled, "… so I said to Millie, I don't like it when she interrupted my soccer game watching just because she wanted me to pick her up at the mall. I mean, I'm her boyfriend not her driver. But then she got so angry that she was yelling at me by the phone. I just don't understand why this has become such a big issue for the two of us. I tell you what Kira, girls can be so frustrating some times. They just don't get it. I mean, don't you think I'm the victim here?"
"Uh… What?" Still lost in his foggy mind, Kira answered the boy with a yawn. The two of them were just spending the evening in the classroom with Tolle chattering about almost everything, and with Kira unsuccessfully trying to fix a broken winged Torii before he finally got himself swallowed inside the sleepiness. Rubbing his eyes with an almost child like gesture, he thought he could see Tolle's pouting face before him.
"Kira-kun, do you even listen to me? I'm baring my soul to you here…"
Really, Tolle could get so… overrated at times, "Uhm…"
"OK, that's it. I'm leaving you with yourself", huffed the other boy. "You know what, I think I'd be much better if I just go to Millie and explain everything right now. She was so scary when she's angry. But I think that's hot. Hmm… Yeah, I guess I'm going to talk her about and then have that great making up thing with her," Tolle sighed almost dreamily.
"Yeah. Umm… no problem. Good luck with that," said the darker haired boy awkwardly as he waved his best friend goodbye. Tolle's grin was wide when he closed the door almost too excitedly, leaving Kira alone inside the classroom once again.
Sighing to the green mechanical bird below, he said, "I guess it's just you and me right now…" The bird only chirped in an almost audible tone. Its usual chattering self was lost now that the bird was so weak that it was unable to lift its wings to fly.
Kira looked at the said bird with a pair of saddened violet eyes. Torii was precious to him; perhaps it's one of the things that he treasured the most. Torii was his only connection to what was his in the past. His memory, his family, him… all of him. And now that Torii was broken, he grew afraid of losing another part of him, of losing something that was truly his.
I won't let it happen Torii, Kira thought silently.
The violet eyed boy was still lost inside his reverie when the door suddenly breaks open. The sudden crashing of footsteps filled the room, making Kira to break away from his so-called-contemplation.
Another boy entered the room and was panting out of breath. As his emerald eyes quickly scanned the classroom, Athrun looked mildly startled to find the violet eyed boy's appearance in the class room. "Kira…"
Athrun's breaths were short and within gasps, making the voice almost too hoarse and almost too… husky to Kira's ears; a light blush graced Kira's cheekbones upon hearing his name uttered in such manner. "Uh… hey. What's with the running?"
"Oh," Athrun quickly regain his composure and smiled sheepishly, "I was searching for my lost history text book."
Kira chuckled lightly, making Athrun frown in return. "What's so funny?"
"No. Nothing, it's almost like a déjà vu for me. Don't you remember… we used to be in the same situation, only I was the one to lose the book."
Their first… no, second meeting. "Oh. Yeah. Maybe we are being bound by history."
Something that lay between Athrun's lines made Kira's eyes widen with something. Somehow, those words never seemed so true before. Ever since their first meeting, Athrun had always given Kira that something, that sense of being connected to another part of him in some strange unfathomable ways. Athrun always felt so familiar, so close. Like a lost brother he never had. Or maybe more…
Kira often wondered whether they have met before in his life, but it was impossible. Athrun professed to spend his whole life in PLANT, while Kira, though he barely knew a scratch about his past, was certain that Heliopolis was his only hometown.
"What's wrong?" asked the blue haired boy upon seeing the flittering expression in his face.
Kira blinked before answering, "What…?"
"The bird…"
"Oh. Umm… Torii had a broken wing. I'm trying to fix it." Looking down sadly, Kira gave the bird a slow affectionate stroke as it chirped weakly in his hands.
Athrun moved to sit before the other boy and smiled, "Here, let me see that." His fingers skillfully moved to inspect the broken mechanical bird under Kira's scrutinizing gaze. A few taps here and there, the blue haired boy then proceeds to unfasten the bird's green metallic shield. After giving the bird a couple of careful twists and fastening the bolts, Athrun then beamed to Kira with a cheerfully chirping Torii in his palms, "There."
"Ah… Thank you." Kira's smile was almost too shy when their fingers brushed against each other.
Another silence filled the almost deserted classroom once again. Both boys were feeling too awkward, too confuse about the sudden thumping sounds of their hearts.
Somehow, the knowledge of being like this, together inside an empty classroom with Athrun, was making Kira's heart to skip another beat. Kira was now becoming all too aware about how the room's temperature began to rise another notch just by seeing the other boy's pink-peach lips parted slightly.
The light touches weren't lost on Athrun's part either. As a faint shade of pink shyly graced those high chiseled cheekbones, Athrun's heart was beginning to beat in earnest. That smile, and touch, had him completely thrown off guard; his head's reeling in a dizzying rush.
"Umm… Don't mention it." The blue haired boy cleared his throat and averted his gaze to the window. His head was beginning to throb like crazy. What is this, this strange pull of something that's making him drawn to Kira? His instincts were telling him to walk away from Kira, but his heart was telling him otherwise. Logic didn't seem to work perfectly this time. He knew that his heart has been deluding his mind. That, and not to mention this throbbing headache that always seemed to catch on his nerves every time Kira was around, being close enough to touch. Just like now.
Kira, sensing the weary look upon the blue haired boy's face, asked, "Are you alright?"
Athrun, though, didn't seem to catch on his words. "A… Athrun? You Okay?" Tentatively, Kira moved to touch the frowning boy's shoulder.
Don't touch him. He's mine!
A voice hissed inside Athrun's head, getting louder the second Kira brushed his finger tips against his shoulder. They burned his skin, dissolving him into a million pieces, into that of a fading existence. The taller boy shuddered under the touch, his brows knotted in pain.
"A… Athrun?"
"I'm fine!" Unable to bear the pain, Athrun snapped out of his throbbing headache.
The voice sounded so angry, almost too curt, and almost too rude for Kira. The violet eyed boy winced from the tone, the color in his face blanched slightly as the words faltered from his lips, "Ah. I… I'm sorry then. I'll go get you some pills."
The look in Kira's face was that of a kicked puppy, lost and trembled in fear. Athrun cannot bear such sight, "No, Kira. Don't be… Don't be like that. I'm the one who should be saying sorry." Fingers moved to touch the other boy but pausing midway through, he sighed weakly, "I'm just tired."
"Really…?"
"Yeah," Athrun smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, maybe I should leave now. There's a history textbook to be found anyway." The boy rose from his seat and turning his back from Kira in a hasty manner.
Kira's face grew more pale as the other boy making his way to the door, he's leaving, he's leaving me alone. There was that sudden thundering sounds of his heart once again; it was almost he's replaying an old scene of a movie.
Don't let him walk away again. Just don't.
Impulsively, Kira grabbed the other boy's hand and said in an almost trembling tone, "No. Stay."
Athrun went still by the touch. His emerald eyes searching for a reason inside Kira's violet own. The smaller boy blushed, "Ah… I mean stay if you want to. I… I could lend you my book and you can help with this project I have."
The smaller boy stuttered in his reasons as Athrun watched in quiet amusement. There was something about the way the evening light glide upon Kira's frail looking figure that's making him looked almost ethereal, angelic.
What if…
A small gasp escaped from Athrun's lips upon the sudden realization, it can't be. But it all suddenly fit—the headache, his growing presence, they all lead to Kira's existence. The sharp clarity told Athrun that he was now threading on a dangerous zone. His instincts and logic were telling him to walk away.
But he didn't. Couldn't… Even though all the signs were there to be seen, still he refused to believe them. Kira isn't like that, Kira couldn't be like that, said his heart.
Hesitant, he tried to free himself from the smaller boy's persistent fingers, "I don't know…"
"Please…"
A word from Kira's pleading lips. And that's all that it took to make Athrun pulled the chair back and returned to his seat. How could he refuse him?
Athrun smiled in a light hesitant manner before he affectionately stroked the silent green mechanical bird. "All right. That sounds good to me, Kira."
"Thank you…" Kira said with his soft quiet voice, and returned the smile from the other end of the table, looking undeniably happy with Athrun's decision to stay. And though the doubt still lingered insides Athrun's heart, but the sight of Kira's smiling face was more than enough to make him stay.
The evening light filled the room in a warm shade of gold. So warm, just like the two hearts that complimented each other.
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The sound of music filled the room, flowing from the gentle taps of piano key. The musical notes came in a melancholic tone, sadness and hope meddling inside the song before they were being carried away by the evening breeze that seeped into the room. The fingers glide easily above the piano keys, searching, and reaching for a closure as they end the song with a gentle tap upon those delicate ivory keys.
A sigh came out of the lips of the person to own those said fingers before he finally beamed at his piano. Playing a piano, somehow, has always managed to calm Niicol's nerve. It was almost as if each note he took upon the ivory keys also took away the doubts and weariness in his heart.
It's odd how he was feeling this weary right now, not when he was still a boy no more than fifteen, with skin so fair and cheekbones shaded in a beautiful rosy tone that almost made him looked younger than his age.
But he did feel that much weariness in his heart and either did his companion. Turning his head, Niicol looked up to the said companion as the silence finally took its possession upon the room, and saw with little surprise to find Athrun was sleeping soundly on the couch. The book went unchecked in his hand.
Trust Athrun to fall asleep at any given time, Niicol shook his head with a smile. But then again, given to his condition, it was such a wonder how Athrun still managed to live and function properly until now. He knew that the search to this so called 'weapon' was slowly eating Athrun on the inside. His pale and dreary looking eyes cannot conceal the fact that all of his youthful energy was starting to drain away.
Niicol took the book from Athrun's hand and brushed a lock from his forehead, careful not to wake the sleeping boy. Athrun was like a brother for him, someone to always look upon with such respect and affection. The sunlight cast a glow upon the skin, making Athrun looked so much younger and frail, and for a moment Niicol felt a drawn sympathy toward the boy. This is too much for you, isn't it?
But his reverie was lost as the door was being knocked so softly. A pale silver haired boy entered the room; his eyes glinted with something upon seeing the sleeping figure. "Niicol," said the boy in an indifferent tone, but with eyes so warm toward him.
"Yzak," Niicol nodded curtly toward the boy and smiled.
"Is he sleeping again?" asked Yzak.
Niicol nodded with a gloom look in his face, "Yes. This is the third time of the day." Yzak simply watched the blue haired boy's figure with an unreadable look in his face, "How long has this been going on?"
"As we all know, Athrun does have this habit of sleeping in an irregular basis concerning to… well, his condition. But I think it became worse ever since we came to Heliopolis."
"You should've told us before. Did he show any signs of depression or behaving oddly as of late?" said the silver haired boy.
"No. I think he even looked happier lately. But still…Yzak, I'm worried about him. He's becoming thinner and paler."
Another voice cut in from behind the door, "Don't worry, Niicol. You know how Athrun is, maybe he just got overworked." The door slid open and another figure came in, his bronzed skin and golden hair a contrast to Yzak's. Dearka entered the room with his usual laid back attitude, grinning toward Niicol before he affectionately ruffled the shorter boy's hair.
"Dearka." Yzak glared toward the blonde boy.
"Maa Yzak… don't be so uptight," grinned the golden haired boy as he languidly plopped himself to the couch. "Say Niicol, your fridge is as miserable as Athrun's life. Since we just came a long way from PLANT, don't you think we deserve some proper welcoming dinner right now, eh Niicol?"
And Niicol could not help but to notice how Dearka's grin seemed to be the least affected to Yzak's glaring daggers. Really, he just had to smile at the sight now that they finally got themselves together again.
The four aces of PLANT. That's what the PLANT executive board called them and the notion itself wasn't exactly wrong either. They are a group of highly skilled individuals whose intelligence and wit could outwin almost anything in the world. But it was their bond friendship that made them the strongest; the four of them has always been close since the academy, ever since they were eleven to be exact.
Athrun was the calm and sensible one, a bit cold and detached on the outside but always warm on the inside. Athrun's sensibility is flawless and maybe that's why he's always chosen to become their group leader. And for this Yzak was little bit jealous. Yzak was, after all, always be the hot headed one, passionate and fiery. Dearka, on the other hand, was like the big brother they never had: playful, egoist, and overtly protective. And the one that put the four into balance was Niicol, the gentle and loving Niicol, who may be the youngest, but was always be the one who seemingly to be the most mature person of them all.
Nakama, partner, comrade, friends, brothers, and… family. That's what they are to Niicol. His heart felt so warm upon seeing the bickering pair before him, "Why don't you take a bath, I'll go and cook something for you."
He thought he could hear Yzak shouting at Dearka in the background as he slowly made his way to the kitchen, and smiled.
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"So… what happened between you and that new transferred boy, Kira-kun?"
Kira blinked twice before answering, "What?"
Natarle sighed to her still steaming toast, "You know perfectly what I'm trying to ask. Since you've been too busy spending your time with him lately, I think I deserve to know who he is."
"We're friends, and he helped me with my project." Kira took the last bite of his breakfast as Torii chirped from his left shoulder. The sunlight coming from the window made its green color shimmered like a sparkling emerald, like the color of a certain blue haired boy's eyes that he knows.
"Well, at least you should give me his name so that I wouldn't be too worried whenever you came home late." The dark haired lady smiled to her nephew in an unnerving way, as if she knows something, as if she knows everything.
"His name is Athrun Zala." He really didn't know why, but Kira felt his cheeks heating up slightly to the name.
"Zala…" Natarle asked once again, her eyes glinted with something. "Zala as in Patrick Zala?"
"Yeah. He's the son." Kira was too busy in hiding his blush to notice the gleam in her eyes.
Natarle tapped her fingers on the table, "Zala…"
"Is there something wrong Natarle-san?" Kira asked from the other end of the table. But Natarle just shook her head and smiled, "Nothing. How's your head?"
"Umm… Fine, I guess." Ever since the accident, Kira always felt that throbbing headache every time he was having some emotional events. The doctors said that it was partly because he was still trying to cope with the residual trauma. He's fine, really. It wasn't the throbbing headache that concerned him the most right now, but it was the soft fluttering of heart that just so happened every time he was within some close distance to some certain people with some certain hair color, like red or… blue, that they made his sleep a little bit restless right now.
"Did you come close to remembering something lately?"
"No. But…" Kira smiled to his aunt and said, "I don't really think it matters anymore."
Natarle stirred her cup of coffee, and stared at her nephew with that unreadable look again, "… I see. But Kira-kun, the question is 'are you happy now?'"
The boy was slightly taken aback by the question. His violet eyes looked so distant, as they were trying to unfold the answer within him. Sure he had his share of problems, but doesn't everyone? His life was considerably good. He was safe and Natarle seemed to care that much for him. And though, right now he was lacking some sleep due to some certain people, but it was all okay for him, he was still able to pull off a smile to his face. "Yeah. I guess I'm happy right now."
Natarle smiled warmly and said, "Good. That's all that matters to me."
The smile… and the sunlight that fell upon his shoulder were bright, like the streams of golden rivers. And Kira never felt that warm before.
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The school was always in a hectic mood at these times of hours. The sounds of wandering students, the clattering sounds of chair, the babbling sounds of talking, could easily be heard just about everywhere. The students smiled broadly while the teachers sighed with relieve as the bells rang loudly, telling them to go home.
Kira was the last person to pack his belongings when a familiar voice calling out for him. "Kira-kun," said the beautiful red haired girl. Kira began to blush as Flay slowly walked towards him. The girl smiled that beautiful smile once again, making his heart moved in a sudden ricocheting mode.
"Kira-kun, wait." The long haired girl called out his name before they finally came face to face. Could it be? Could it be?
"Here. I already washed this personally," said the smiling girl as she took his hands and slipped a clean fabric (his handkerchief) between his fingers, "Thank you. Oh Kira-kun… What can I do to pay you back?"
"Oh." That was unexpected. Slightly blushing from the action, Kira smiled to the red haired girl, "It's nothing. Don't mention it." But a date would do just fine really, his mind's betraying his words.
"No. I insist. Don't worry Kira-kun, I'll think of something about it," Flay giggled slightly as she let go of his fingers and smiled once again before turning to leave, "You just wait Kira-kun!"
Standing alone in an empty classroom, Kira's eyes were wide with disbelief. Flay was just holding his hands, and was giving him a chance. His cheeks were flushed in a giddy realization.
This is it. This is your chance to be with her… A soothing voice whispered inside Kira's mind. Go for her, ask her out.
Mustering all of his courage, Kira turned his heels around and ran towards a laughing beautiful brunette with a flying Torii by his side.
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The school rooftop was always left deserted at this time of the hours. It was warm and quiet as the sunlight glide upon its concrete surface with such ease. There were no loud talking, incessant babbling to be heard, save from the bustling sounds of the street below. Athrun had always been fond of the place. It was the only place where he could finally regained his own peace. The tasks left forgotten, things left unattended, and he could finally be free just to be… him. Himself and no other.
Which is what exactly he needed the most right now: some semblance of peace, some stolen moment just to be free.
Sighing quietly, Athrun had never felt so tired before. His mind's a jumbling confusion, laced with doubts and stirring emotions toward a certain violet eyed boy. The signs, the reaction he gets every time Kira was near… they're all there to be seen. But he had refused to believe it, following his heart's desire to be with Kira.
Still, he felt his heart clenched in pain. The darkness was looming before him, shadowing his minds with delusions, corrupting his soul, and trying to take its claim upon him. The darkness was so thick that Athrun was becoming so afraid, afraid to be swallowed up whole inside its consuming nature. Afraid of getting himself lost within the abyss with nothing to hold on to.
A small part of his brain had tried to refuse, but Kira's smiling face made it all seemed to worth the while. And did it so, for it was also making a small flickering hope to grow inside his heart. Kira's touch, as painful as it should be, was also giving him that sense of freedom, a liberating feeling for simply being himself when Kira was around. Kira's presence was precious to him, and for that he will be strong, stronger than he used to be.
Leaning his back into the wall, Athrun closed his eyes with such careless abandon as the gusting wind went caressing his skin. The tresses of his hair framed the chiseled face perfectly as the sleep gently lured him to its waiting arms. His heavy lids were unable to break away from the sleeping haze as it was slowly taking away all of his consciousness.
The pull of morpheus was so strong that Athrun was unable to feel the impending danger that was surrounding him. A pair of gleaming eyes was watching him intently before the owner leaped from the tallest spot of the tower and landed just a couple steps away from the sleeping boy.
"Athrun Zala…" The golden hair flared under the sunlight as the figure went closer. "Such destiny… to let oneself consumed within the darkness. Soon you will give us such danger, and for that you must be eliminated."
With that being said, a ball of flaring lights slowly formed itself between the outstretched palms. In mere seconds, the flare had the school engulfed within its green-blue shield, trapping it into another dimension in which there were no other existence but the sleeping boy and the golden haired figure.
The wind gusted between the two figures, writhing in anticipation. The mysterious figure's arms were now slowly forming the shape of a spiking hot flame; its white glow emanating dangerously from the tips of their fingers.
"Don't take this personal. You might even going to thank me for this," said the figure as they slowly moving in for the kill.
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Something's wrong.
Kira was panting out of breaths. He could faintly heard Torii chirped excitedly in the background. The school gate was filled with loud talking and passing students. A beautiful red haired girl was seen amongst them, her laughter was like music to Kira's ears. Seemingly unaffected with the crowd, the girl ease her way with such grace.
As his distance inched closer towards the girl, Kira could feel that his legs were slowly turned into jelly. Where have all those courage gone to? Come and ask her out…
What if she doesn't like me that much … The thought was quite disturbing really, distracting him from his original task. Flay was, after all, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Ever the most popular girl in school, it was quite an easy task for her to get any guy that she likes. And that includes Athrun…
Kira winced from the thought, his heart was burnt with something… was it jealousy then? The thought was unbearable.
It wasn't until he heard a loud screeching sound that Kira was able to break away from the miserable thought. There was a truck driving almost recklessly near the school gate. Kira's eyes gone wide as the driver unable to control the said machine before he finally swerved to the right. The truck was hitting the pavement in result, making the student screamed in fear. A red haired girl was too shocked that she was unable to move, frozen as the truck came crashing into her.
Flay! He was moving out of reflects, trying his hardest to protect the girl from the truck. Pushing the girl away from the pavement with his body, the last thing that Kira see was the raging truck before everything fades to black.
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He felt lightheaded. Squinting his eyes against the sunlight, Kira felt his blood rushing to his head. The ground felt rough, the dust and the dirt smudging his fingers. Out of the corner of his eyes, Kira slowly began to recognize the shape that was hovering above him… the school's infamous antique bell that was hanging on its gate.
Flay! Kira snapped out of his train of thoughts, eyes searching for the girl but found nothing in result. I am alone… The school should be crowded at this time of hours, filled with students and teachers alike but there not a single creature to be seen near him, not even Torii. Where am I? It was almost as if Kira was trapped in another place, identical with the packed filled student one.
Faintly, Kira's ears began to pick up the sounds of cackled electricity from somewhere. Kira looked up to find the source and found that the school rooftop was filled with white spiking lightning. His heart beginning to race, something was definitely gone wrong. Without giving it a second thought, Kira stormed his way to the school rooftop.
The flight of stairs was tiring, but his heart was determined not to miss this one particular moment. Something urged him to run towards the abandoned place. And as he broke the door open, Kira could vaguely understand why.
A mysterious figure was standing before another figure, hands raised in an attacking mode. Kira did not pay so much attention to the mysterious figure as his eyes was glued to the other. It was the figure of a boy, sleeping soundlessly, his navy blue hair flared inside the gusting wind.
Athrun! His heart thumped so hard that he was sure it was jolting out of his chest. Athrun was in great danger with a white spiking lightning aimed at his sleeping figure.
No!
Throwing himself before the sleeping boy, Kira could feel the sizzling white hot pain seared his body as a wave of anger and protection engulfing him, swallowing all of his conscious thoughts.
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He could feel the blinding light engulfing him as he uncurled himself from the dark. Gone were the cold that was surrounding him just moments ago. It felt so good to finally feel the sunlight beating against his skin after being trapped inside the abyss for so long. The black feathers floated away as his wings went unsheathed from his back.
Ignoring a pair of disbelieving amber eyes before him, he leapt out of the cocooning light and stood before a sprawled figure on the wall, sleeping in oblivion. Out of the corner of his eyes, he managed to catch the sight the said figure's flaring blue tresses and idly wondered how such an ordinary boy could bring him back to life once again, to unleash him from his dark, deep slumber.
A realization strike upon him as he touched the boy's flawless skin, of course, he thought grimly. Only him, always him… and there was that sense of being connected to his other half after being alone for so long. Complications will arise for he could feel his counterpart's presence inside the sleeping blue haired boy. Archenemy or rivals be damned, but only he could bring such heightened state of emotions to his soul, always him. The future never looked so grim before, but nevertheless, it feels good to be back.
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A/N: Cliffhanger! It's not? Oh. So, what will happen to our favorite boys? Dearka and Yzak finally appear inside the story. The 'mysterious figure(s)' are also starting to reveal themselves. And I'm sure that some of you probably already got the idea behind the story. Thus, I will write no more! No, I'm just joking. I will continue the story (that is if anyone still wants me to), but you just have to be patient with my irregular updating schedule.
What? Why are you looking at me like that? I know, I know… It's been like months since the last time I update this fic. I'm sorry for the long update, I got too caught up between work, family, and other nonsensical things.
Anyway do write your review please, your thoughts and opinions are also welcome. Please, light up my days with your words. And not to mention that reviews make me want to write more –winked-.
The italic words at the beginning of the chapter aren't mine either. They were taken from a random song I've heard while typing this chapter. And as always… if you flame me, then I pity you retard soul!
