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Title: Know Why The Nightingale Sings
(Chapter)Title: Turnabout
Author: Summing up the Stars
Genre: Drama
(Chapter) Genre: Angst/Drama
Rating: T - M
Pairing: Not-really-but-if-you-squint Slight Dark Ace/Aerrow (or is it Aerrow/Dark Ace? - Bwa. Ha.ha.-)
A/N- On 'Altair'- For the life of me, I cannot remember who 'created' this name for him, but if someone points me in their direction I'll give credit!
Half of this idea spawned from 'viistar' when we were talking/writing (whatever ) about Aerrow landing on Dark Ace. …
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; You had to have been there Moving on…
This isn't quite what we meant but…oh well.. ;;;
This is actually really dark. I don't know how that happened….
I seemed to be extremely clueless today….. ;;;;;;;
Twisting in mid-air, Aerrow brought the hilt of his daggers down on his opponent's spine.
Dark Ace gave a shout of pain as the force of the blow stunned him, a tingling numbness spreading down his limbs.
Knees collapsing, he fell unceremoniously face-first onto the ground.
The Cyclonian Commander glared furiously at the young Sky Knight as he was turned onto his back, his sword completely out of his reach (not that it would do any good with his unresponsive limbs.)
Aerrow ignored the murderous look he was receiving as he undid the armour and metal instruments, around and connected to, his captive's left shoulder.
"So you've finally caught me Aerrow, now what will you do?" Dark Ace asked, a dangerous undercurrent lacing through his tone.
The red-head stared at him with strangely blank eyes as he deactivated the crystal in his daggers.
"The numbness is only temporary," the youth stated emotionlessly, before straddling the Dark Champion, and pinning the numb arms under his knees.
Emerald met startled ruby as the teen sheathed only one of his daggers.
"This is going to hurt," Aerrow stated softly before digging his blade into the older man's unarmoured shoulder.
Dark Ace's eyes widened as he cried out, his bodies numbness doing little to dull the pain. He clenched his eyes shut and bit his lip till it bled as a futile distraction from the waves of agony emanating from the cold steel digging through his flesh.
The Cyclonian Commander felt wet droplets fall on his face and he flinched at the abruptness of the feeling.
Blearily opening his eyes he stated upwards in confusion as a soft muttering reached his ears. The Sky Knight had tears overflowing his still disturbingly empty eyes , as he repeated, seemingly to himself, "It's almost over," even as the blade never faltered.
Finally the blade stilled, and Dark Ace felt slight surprise when he saw the young man fling the bloodstained weapon far away from their forms.
Pain shock-waved outwards from his shoulder in a rolling wave of agony as Aerrow reached into the newly created wound and fought to pull something free.
Dark Ace faintly heard screams and was surprised when he realized they were coming from himself.
A fresh wave of agony raced through his system, forcing any other thoughts away.
Aerrow grit his teeth as the trapped man beneath him started to thrash in pain, the screams digging their own bloody gauges out of his psyche. Glancing downward he cursed , the Cyclonian was going to bite off his own tongue if this continued on.
'I did not come this far to have him die.' Aerrow thought , even as his body reacted faster, shoving his forearm into the darker one's mouth.
The Sky Knight barely twitched as his arm intercepted the biting teeth, their sharpness winning over the fabric of his shirt to pierce his skin.
Meeting the pained eyes of his once-rival he whispered soothingly even as he pulled at the downed man's shoulder. "It'll be over soon."
Dark Ace barely heard the words as his world exploded into pain and collapsed in on itself.
Aerrow moved quickly, moving off the older man while pulling a healing crystal out of the pouch on his side, and holding it to the wound.
The dark-haired male felt like he was drowning as he opened his eyes and looked into the hauntingly green ones of the worried teen above him.
A small smile crossed the dark males lips as he reached a weak hand towards the red-heads face. "Aerrow? …You've grown."
Aerrow made a sound that seemed to be caught between a sob and a chuckle as he tilted his head into the shaky gloved hand.
"It's been a long time, Altair." the younger male stated as he held up a smallish crystal , crimson gore still staining it, but doing nothing to hid it's corrupted nature.
End…..?
A/N- I have no idea - Aerrow's last line was as far as the plot bunny went (And then it abandoned me TT). I was trying to convey that DA was kinda like a split personality created by Altair's own 'darkness' (for lack of a better word - because everyone has one) and the crystal (made by Cyclonis). I'm not sure if he remembers or not.,,,, ;
On a different note - You have no idea how many times I had to change words and lines because of the (sexual) innuendoes. I blame my mind because it wanted to take a trip to the gutter. --;;; )