Segment 4: Harbinger of the past
As the rain pelted down on the creatures of light and darkness, thunder ringed thoughout the area. Though, this time, the thunder was accompanied by another sound, one seemingly familar in both of the creatures ears. This sound rang out, killing any and all other sounds. The rain and thunder both were drowned out because of it. This sound, was that of a siren not to far off in the distance. As the sound started to get closer, the darkness drew his attention from the light to the fence that surrounded the apartment complex.
"Shit!" The darkness cursed lightly, standing up and turning to the gate of the complex. As he began to run, he was brought down, falling onto the ground, the feathers of light and dark shooting up along with the grass. "Fuck! Krad! Get off of me!"
"No, this is a perfect opportunity to get rid of you..."
"If the cops take me, then you can't kill me..."
"Damn!" He looked down for a moment, slanting those ice cold hues.
The darkness had gotten free because the light had loosened his grip, pushing himself up to a sitting position, he sat there for a moment, the rain falling upon him. Slowly shaking his head to get rid of the water that had found a home on him, he then moved himself to stand up once more. The rain continuing to rain down on him, running between the feathers on his black stained wings, and dripping off of them and his already soaked form. Behind him, he could hear russling as the light moved to stand up also, the sound of the sirens getting closer. Turning around to face the light, the darkness glared at his opposite for a moment. Slowly, the hues of once deep purple began to become tainted with a pigment of fire red. The sight of his eye change only lasted for a short second, as they closed. Falling forward due to becoming unconscious, and landing in the chest of the light. His hair began to change from the purple to a fire red, unstead of standing up in a series of spikes, it was forced along his skull due to the weight of the water on his hair. The black wings that had rested along his back slowly disappeared from sight, almost like they faded into the darkness.
The light looked down, muttering to himself. "I could do away with him now... Then all my problems would be taken care of..." He contemplated the thought for a long moment, keeping his cold hues on the boy that the darkness had left with him. The light could feel his power depleting, as he cursed metally. Dammit Satoshi... Why do you need to come out now? Just to ruin the plot... With that, the mane of blonde began to shorten, as a light blue stained the once pure blonde color. Blue bangs hung in the boy's face, as he looked around the gated area. His hues remained blue, but they lost their insane coldness, becoming a bit softer.
The noise of the sirens was now infront of the complex, and lights began to flick on because of it. The sound of footsteps crunching the wet grass reached the boy's ears, as he blinked. The cops? He thought, turing the red haired boy to the side, and picking him up. Placing one hand under the bend in his knees and the other on about his shoulder blades, helping to keep the boy's head from falling back. Slowly, he began to walk towards the gate. As he apporched it, the sound of rusty hinges opening for the frist time in a while filled the rainy night sky. One of the officers walked in then, followed by about ten others. They seemed to surround the two boys, ready to capture them if they were the creatures they pursued. Satoshi blinked, though kept his cool, not wanting the cops to find this suspicious.
"Can I help you...?" He asked after a moment's hesitation, his voice was calm and collected, flowing fluiently from his lips.
"We were called here. There were sounds coming from this aparment complex, so we came to check it out..." One said, keeping those pools on the blue haired boy.
"I see. But, I assure you police officers... There is nothing happening here..." Satoshi tried to reassure them, as he shifted Daisuke in his arms. The extra weight that the water added to the boy's clothing didn't help with the weight issue. Not that Daisuke was heavy, however, it was just that holding any thing for a prolonged period of time could become tedious.
"What's with the kid?" The same police officer asked, motioning to the unconscious red-haired male that occupied Satoshi's arms.
"Him? Oh, don't worry about him... I have it under control... He passed out, and I am taking him home to care for him... If you'll excuse me, because I know you all have a job to do..." He shot them a glance through those long, light blue bangs that caused them to come to attention. Satoshi resumed walking slowly, careful not to accidently slip on the wet grass.
The police officer watched the 'Commander' leave, and walked back, taking in the carnage. The black and white feathers littered the ground all around. Like that wasn't suspicious... "Is the Commander hiding something from us?" He asked, though more to himself as he bent at the knees, observing the darkened scene. The rain still pelted down in great sheets. Satoshi was gone by now, and so were most of the police. Only three remained, and they serveyed the scenery, making sure to get all the small details. One thing did nag at the back of that one police officer's mind, however...
By now, Satoshi had reached his messy appartment. Walking over things, and tripping over others as he made his way noisily though the apparentment, he was finally able to find a light switch, flicking it on. The sudden light change blinded him for a moment, before his hues were able to adjust. "I really need to clean this place..." He commented, before smirking slightly.
Reaching the couch with some exerted effort, he placed Daisuke on top of it, and sighed. "What a night..." The blue-haired boy said, running a hand through his hair. The bangs lifted up, but fell back into place gracefully once the hand stopped displacing them. "Lets see... First aid would be in order..." With that, he got up and stumbled into the bathroom. Using the counter as a support, he pulled his body weight up, and muttered. "Guess I got hurt more then I thought as well..."
Exiting the bathroom, first aid kit in hand, he made his way back over to the couch, and kneeled beside Daisuke. The red haired boy was soaked from head to toe, and those once rosey lips were now a shade of blue. Wasting no time, Satoshi unbuttoned the boy's shirt, and moved his body to slip him out of it. Then he moved to remove the undershirt. Daisuke's skin was cold to the touch, sending a slight shiver up the blue haired boy's back. "Have to treat and warm him..." Once more, he sighed, releasing all of the air from his lungs.
Inhaling slowly, he opened the kit, pulling out the bandages and peroxide. Twisting the white cap off of the brown bottle, he lathered some cotton balls with the solution. Running it carefully over the open wounds on the other boy, he made sure to clean them well. He didn't want them to become infected, so he took his time. Once he finished with the upper body, he bandaged it all up, securing it tightly.
Once that was complete, he paused for a moment, knowing he would have to remove the poor kid's pants. That was an odd thought, and he would have to control himself, for fear that the blonde haired beast would return. Unbuttoning them slowly, he braced himself as he pulled both the boxers and pants down at once, closing those blue pools. He hesitated before opening them again, trying not to look at the other's private areas. He would feel like a pervert then, and it took a lot of self restraint.
When he finally regained himself, he got more cotton balls, lathered them, and worked in utter silence, other then the sound of the rain falling outside. However, he couldn't really keep his mind from wandering as he worked. He seemed to finish this quickly, as he got up, venturing into his room, while leaning against a wall time and time again. Returning with a blanket and pajamas, he set them aside for a moment.
Though, before he decided to dress the other, he took it upon himself to look the other over, if only once. This would be his only chance... He told himself over and over as he did. At any rate, he reached a hand down the other's body slowly, before groping the other's still developing member. Again, he shivered, pulling the hand away and shaking his head. "What is wrong with me, really?"
Wasting no more time, he moved to dress Daisuke quickly, so his temptation would end, though he cursed mentally for it. Once the other was dressed fully, Satoshi threw the blanket over him, then sat down, back against the couch as he moved to tend to his own wounds.
The three remaining police officers outside were still serveying the scene, making sure they left no element unturned. They didn't find much sides some articles of clothing, blood-stained feathers, and some hair. That was about all, not much to go on. "Seems like a bust..." One said, though not to happily to realize that the hours wasted were in vain.
"Keep looking, dammit! Something will turn up!" The leader shouted, as the sound of someone laughing, and his attention strayed to the sound.
Pearched upon the top of the fence was Sykira, that cerberus demon. His legs were crossed, elbows resting on his leg, hand resting on his palm. Those blue ears were lowered back, tails swaying in different directions. "Yessss..." He hissed, while smirking. "Something will turn up. Something always does, does it not?" He arched a brow, as he shifted.
"Who or what the hell are you?" The police officer yelled, pulling out his gun and pointing it at Sykira, taking aim. The demon's laughter only grew, however.
"I am an incarnation of hell..." He said as he pushed off the fence, landing gracefully on the ground. When Sykira landed, the police officer's thumb moved to the hammer of the gun, pulling it back as the click rang out. His index finger was against the trigger, holding it. "Shoot me..." Sykira said, rolling his shoulders. "I dare you..."
Without hesitation, the cop pulled the tigger, the bullet immerging from the barrel and soaring straight out, hitting Sykira right in the chest. Though, Sykira didn't falter, not even flinch. "That was supposed to hurt...?" He asked, almost shyly, as he moved his hand up, digging those razor sharp nails into his chest. Grunting slightly, he ripped his flesh out, throwing the chunk at the man. "I didn't feel it..." Sykira's smirk widened, as he looked at the panic-struck guard.
In desperation, the cop shot at the demon over and over, though it didn't seem to affect him in the least. Finally, Sykira grabbed the hot barrel, bending it, and the cop's arm, back. A loud cracking sound filled the air as the wrist was broken, the bone immerging from the side. Blood dripped from the now exposed bone. "Nice knowing you..." Sykira commented, as he grabbed the cop, pulling him closer. "Remember your sins in Hell. Sayonara." Those were the final words as the demon placed his lips roughly against the cop's, his hand going straight into the man's chest. Ripping the still beating heart out, he pulled away and pushed the guard down, looking at the now still heart. "Raji!" He called out.
His call was answered as the white jackal anthro jumped from the top of the apartment complex to the ground, brushing herself off. The other cops had taken off, for fear of their lives. "Weigh the heart, Raji..." Sykira requested, handing it to her.
She took it while nodding, and closed her hues, as if reading it. Without warning, she snapped out and ate it, the blood spilling out of her muzzle. "A heart weighed with sin..." Was her only response.
"I figured..." The demon rolled his violet hues, placing his hands behind his head.
"You're hurt..." Raji commented, looking the other over.
"I was shot..."
"You're hurt! You fucking idiot!" Raji jumped on him, clawing and ripping his flesh, though Sykira knew it was only her way of showing she cared.
"We are close, Raji... Finally..." He said, inspite of his odd disposition.
"Yes... Finally... The ultimate revenge and redemption... Kokoyuku... We are coming from you..."