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Title: Know Why The Nightingale Sings
(Chapter)Title: Phantasm
Author: Summing up the Stars
Genre: Drama
(Chapter) Genre: Tragedy/Romance
Rating: T - M
Pairing: Dark Ace/Aerrow, Dark Ace/(Illusion)Aerrow
Authors Notes: AU-ish, what if..? ….thing, inspired by 'Siren's Song', rabid muse/plot bunnies, the definition of the term 'Siren's Song' and the Quote: For what we want most, there is a cost must be paid in the end.
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…… I also kinda blame my acting class for melting my brain. XD
….Just to make sure…everyone does know that Siren's (according to Greek myth) were cannibals, right?
THIS ONE IS SO TOTALLY SLASH! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!
Dark Ace narrowed his crimson eyes, as he felt a sharp chill run down his spine; landing his Switchblade Elite on the first convenient rock formation big enough to work, he glanced around.
Catching a flash of pale blue-purple light out of the corner of his eye, he turned to face it.
The Dark Champion's eyes widened in surprise, as he came face to face with Garnet hair and the green eyes that haunted his rest.
"Dark Ace." Aerrow purred, trailing a finger down the thrown Talon Commander's chest, "It's been so long. You don't call. You don't write. I'm beginning to think you don't like me anymore."
With great reluctance, Dark Ace managed to close his gaping mouth and push himself away from the beautiful creature before him.
"You're not Aerrow!" The Cyclonian snarled, sword ready.
The Creature smirked, one so familiar Dark Ace felt his control waver.
"But, I am." It said, emerald eyes dancing in amusement; moving closer, it pushed the blade gently to the side before cupping the tense man's cheek with a gloved hand.
"Your signals are so confusing." It confessed, hand still caressing the taller one's jaw, as Dark Ace traitorous body started to relax at the soft touch. "Sometimes you want me completely submissive to you, other times you want me to fight you tooth and nail, and lets not forget how, at times, you want me to be the one to pin you down."
Dark Ace shuddered as a bolt of pure want shot down his spine at the Thing's words that were accompanied by that too familiar smile as it continued it's soft exploration of his face, almost petting his jagged sideburns.
"But there's also this, here and now, that's strongest, but the most hidden." Those bewitching eyes turned half lidded, and Dark Ace had to bit his tongue to stop a moan; this thing was killing him, slowly and softly, with a feeling that is the exact opposite of pain, making him so light-headed he was having a hard time resisting the pull to just give in.
"You want me to hold you, and you want to hold me; until the skies split apart, and the stars disappear. You want me to love you." It leaned forward , tenderly pulling the older one down to meet halfway, lips brushing together in a almost innocent kiss. "I love you."
Time seemed to stand still momentarily, before green eyes widened, a pained gasp pulled from a shocked mouth.
Dark Ace's hair cast shadows on his face from his slightly bowed head, hiding his tightly closed eyes.
Looking down, the emerald eyed one saw a silver double-bladed sword thrust through it's stomach.
It looked incredulously at the lowered head of the Cyclonian with sorrowful eyes as it felt warm blood trickle from it's lips.
"Why?" It asked in a doleful tone, all light fading from it's eyes; "We could've been happy."
Dark Ace held the body close, clutching it with the desperation of a drowning man, biting his lip hard enough to pierce it as the body faded from view, and an angry female shriek filled the air, before fading as well.
Clenching his fist tightly, he spoke, not bother to wipe away the single tear trailing down his face. " Because, you're not my Aerrow."
End.