"Everyone has something deep inside their hearts. For some, it might have been enmity. For others, admiration. Wishes, a craving for the spotlight, feelings that one wants to deliver, feelings for others. Everyone was supported by their own feelings. That's what makes someone strong and successful."

~Kousei Arima
Anime: Shigatsu Wa Kimi No Uso

Day 2:

Supernatural/ Magical Creatures AU

He had a dream that night.

He had not been able to control himself. He felt like he absolutely needed to convey his emotions to her, the intensity of them, but he, as usual, found himself drowning in a cesspool of mixed feelings, pain, and hurt. He growled loudly as he reached his end.

He had been direct and forceful, but ultimately found himself lost in a haze as passion and lust overcame him. Hinata met his eyes and appeared to understand. She welcomed each thrust and lets out sharp gasps as spasms ran and pain filled with pleasure coursed through her veins with his every movement. It fills them both as they join and disjoin repeatedly. The hunger he had did not seem to hint at ending.

He was fit to burst, but he did not want it to end. As his pace grew faster, so did her breathing. And as her breathing did, so did his heartbeat.

He finally ejaculated, letting out a loud moan in the process as he held her head close to his chest so she could hear his thumping heartbeat. She clutched his arms for support, breathing him in.

As she lay in his arms in the aftermath of their intense and aggressive lovemaking session, unwillingly hugging his overheated body against her, he felt like he was born from fire. The fire of hatred was all he had known.

She was an angel, an angel of love and purity. Neji was a fallen one.

He had brought another one of his close kin to visit her in the night. He had allowed the demon into her bed and watched calmly as he had his way with her.

He was filled with a sense of satisfaction as he saw her face scrunched up in pain and the hurt in her eyes as she looked at him, a demon she had allowed herself to love.

As the demon reached his climax, Neji pulled him back roughly by his collar and thrust a jūken straight through his chest, ending his life. As the demon vanished in a cloud of black smoke, Hinata looked on, breathless. Feathers from her wings lay all around, some stuck in her hair. He raked her hair through with his fingers, freeing them and watched as they flew all around.

Neji had sinned in the past. He had almost killed the one he loved. He had been cast off from the heavens by birth, because he was born in a lower class of angels. His wings were not clipped, but broken. He was born in a cage, not knowing how to fly even if he wanted to. It was her love which fueled him, which granted him power and he would do anything for her. He would descend further down for her if that was what was required to atone for ever hurting her.

"Why?" she asked, her voice hitched in agony at his actions. Her eyes portrayed heartbreak.

"I could not have killed him without reason," he said in answer, "Or I would have been prosecuted, bearing the weight of more sins."

Her eyes widened in hurt and shock.

"You brought him to me," she whispered.

Neji looked on at her. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

She wanted to shake her head know, he could tell. Neji was a demon blessed with the gift of perception. He could always tell when someone hesitated or someone lied, exactly like he had looked at her the first time they had faced off. He could also, Hinata shuddered, always appeared to read minds. When she was with him, she talked to him via telepathy. It was his mind which had attracted her to him in the first place, so she knew, just knew, that Neji would never do something to hurt her purposefully.

"Yes," she finally answered. "I trust you."

He nods once, then trails his fingers down her forehead. She was innocent. He had to protect her. He had vowed to do that. If he succeeded, he might ascend again. But he had fallen in love with her from the first moment he laid eyes on her. The possessiveness which bloomed inside him made it hard to believe that he would let anyone lay a finger on her.

"I'd never do something to willingly hurt you," he said. "Trust my reasons."

"But..." she wanted to ask what his reasons were, but she knew that if she pushed him, he would draw himself further away.

"I understand," she said instead.

"He had wanted to hurt you," he whispered, as their lips almost touched. "I saw through him. He was a part of me."

She fingered his lips shut. "You don't have to speak."

He shook his head. "He had evil intentions for you. I had to find a way to prove that, I saw through him since the beginning but no one would ever believe me if I spoke, I had a hard time accepting myself. I acted as an ally so that he could reveal himself to me and I had to find a way to usher him into the spotlight. I had to be sure he was caught red-handed so that he could never deny his intentions. I wanted to be allowed to slay him without breaking any laws. I wanted to finally be rid of him."

She looked on. She was so innocent, so trusting, yet sometimes she proved to be far more perceptive than himself.

"Are you sure it is not a mirage? Was it not a part of yourself you just killed, the hate manifesting itself inside of you?" she asked, fingers touching his heart.

He woke up with a start. He was sweating profusely with a soft weight over his left arm and chest, one which he did not mind. The other hand had been digging in her hair.

It made him feel like she had always shared his destiny.

He looked down at her and saw her eyes flutter open as she met his gaze. It was like a curtain had been lifted.

When he tried to speak, she fingered his lips shut. It was déjà vu all over again. It almost felt like she had been having the same dream. It was like they were connected, and not through their moment of passion alone.

"You don't have to speak," she whispered, and an icy fist felt like closing over his heart.

She was a light to his darkness. She filled all the dark corners of his heart with her merriment and mirth.

He realized he was incomplete without her. Had she just made him kill the hate inside of him?