Do You Call My Name?
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Okay, I was on a quest to finish one of my stories ASAP and didn't write anything else while being at it.
Anyways, now I can concentrate on this again :3~
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Song: Do You Call My Name?
By: Ra
Requested By: Toushi (AGAIN! o_O)
Genre: AU
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(kill me with the beat)
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Darkness surrounded him, nothing could be seen in the black void that was his entire world. The metallic chains that cuffed his wrists above his head and tied him to the edgy stone wall behind him cold against his burning skin that was all bloody and torn from the friction created when he moved. His fiery orange locks stuck to his head, usually golden skin pale due to the lack of sun for the past 200 years. His black hakama were ripped and clung to his legs, his gi long since removed from his formerly strong and defined chest.
It had been 200 years since he was thrown into this cell by these disgusting creatures that called themselves angels. These things were giving him the urge to stab his eyes out just to not have to look at their hideous forms anymore.
He was a demon and to him there was nothing that could be more sickening than their glowing silhouettes, albeit their occasional presence being the only trace of light and color he had been granted for the past centuries.
What or who gave them the right to judge over him? Only because he stepped over the boundaries that had kept a war between their races at bay for so long?
Please.
It wasn't their right to punish him. Only the government of his race was allowed to judge over him, not these...
Things!
And yet they did. They had kept him locked away for so long, he long since forgot his rightful name.
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Some people seem to think they always know what's best for you
Their little minds try to create a world to keep you still
The bolt is thrown, the cage is locked
You saw this, don't you lie
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Day 1
His body felt as cold as ice, as dead as the souls of those he damned to an existence in the hell he was born from.
His russet colored irises slowly got visible beneath his tawny eyelashes as he opened his eyes, the door to his cell opening yet no light coming in save for the white shine radiating off the creature whose duty it was to keep him alive and continue on this torture in a hell of blackness.
She was petite (or an imp, according to him, a disgusting, little imp) with skin as pale as alabaster, her jet-black tresses a blatant contrast to her white complexion, her orbs of the purest violet he had seen in his entire, hell-born existence. Her white wings folded to her back, her being glowing from the inside out enlightening the black void.
If she wasn't so disgusting she would have been pretty, actually.
But since she was disgusting there was nothing with pretty.
Mala Suerte.
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At first you cry and then you hate those people stole your will...
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The glowing figure set down in front of him, the lurid light emanating from her form stabbing and clawing at his orbs of finest amber.
To her he was hideous. The grayish complexion of his skin having retained some of its formerly bronze color. Might've looked nice once, she thought as her violet irises traveled up his chest and to his defined features. Once handsome the skin covering his skull's bone now wan and sunken in, orange locks darkened by dirt and sweat. Wings of black, skinny as a bat's, lay broken and crumbled on the stone floor, stretching over its full length, the thin membrane ripped apart at most places.
The only thing that still held its host's lost magnificence were his eyes of smoldering amber, aflame by the hatred towards her kind that kept him locked away, stole his power that made him feared even between his own kind, an outcast wherever he went.
Kuchiki Rukia could only imagine how he must have invoked nightmares in those crossing ways with him, a creature of destruction, hatred and sin.
"Time for your meal, demon."
Time to break the habit...
So, instead of insulting her like everyday, he did something that successfully creeped her out.
"Tell me your name, impy angel."
Okay, so maybe he couldn't help it. After being locked away for 200 years one gets bored. And she always threw such hilarious fits whenever he insulted her height.
He could see she was about to snap at him for calling her 'impy' – is that even a word? – when it registered in her mind.
He had just asked her for her name.
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Do as you are told and maybe then they'll let you out
You might be dead and cold, you might be full of doubt
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Day 2
She hadn't answered him and he hadn't pried. It wasn't like he really wanted to know, he just wanted some change in his monotonous existence.
When she came into his cell the next day he could see she had been troubled by something.
His guess?
His question freaked her disgusting, little angel-brain out big time.
When she sat down in front of him again the imp had an inquisitive and confused look on her disgustingly pretty face. "What?" His voice was aggravated and hostile but she didn't seem to care as she answered, not changing her facial expression the slightest. "Why did you ask me for my name?"
He shrugged, hissing at the sharp pain shooting through his body from his wrists. "I was bored and thought a conversation with you could be fun. You do realize I had the same daily routine for the past 200 years, right?"
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Don't try to escape cuz you don't have nowhere to go
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She frowned. "It's your own fault you're in here."
He scoffed. "If you say so, angel."
"It's Kuchiki Rukia."
His head snapped around. "Eh?"
"I said it's Kuchiki Rukia. My name, you know."
He had the cutest dumbfounded expression on his face. "Oh."
"And?"
"What?" He snapped, trying to glare but somehow finding it impossible to do.
"How's your name?"
His eyes averted their gaze, head turning away slightly. "I can't remember anymore."
She couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
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If nothing is your fate... there's no scenario
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Day 3
When she came into his cell the day after that she was smiling at him... and he felt completely weirded out about it. "What are you grinning about, Rukia?"
"Kurosaki Ichigo."
He raised an eyebrow. "Did you decide to undergo a sex change or something?"
The demon got decked over the head for that comment. "No, you cretin. It's your name!"
He paused, eyes blinking and then raising his head as he stared at her, mouth slightly agape. "What?"
Rukia smiled warmly at him. "I looked up your name for you, fool."
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No nothing
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Ichigo couldn't help but stare at her after that declaration not noticing her searching for something in her purple Kimono until she was right in front of him, her chest aligned with his face causing him to blush like crazy. "W-what! What are you doing, Rukia?"
"Shut up, I got permission to remove the chains from you since you can't leave this cell anyways. Give me a sec..."
The sound of chains clicking and clanking against cold stone sounded like music to his ears as he felt his wrists leave their century-long encasement.
"W-why...?"
"Because I think you're a good person, Ichigo."
The way she was grinning at him, and how his name spilled from her lips sent one thought through his head. Beautiful...
And without giving it another thought he had grabbed her head and crushed their lips together in the most heated and loving kiss ever.
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Do you call my name
Do you stain my brain
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Rukia didn't know how to react. Seriously, one of the most powerful, most cruelest and most dangerous beings in existence was kissing her. The demon Kurosaki Ichigo was kissing her, an angel no less!
And God it was an awesome kiss. His heated tongue explored every little crevice in her mouth, hands buried in her raven tresses as he pressed her into his body, moaning at the feel of her against him.
When they finally pulled away from each other she could see his eyes probing hers in something that she could only define as hope.
He was hoping he wouldn't lose her. That she'd stay with him.
That she wanted to be his.
How could this whole thing escalate in the mere span of 3 days?
Rukia could feel tears gather in her eyes and run down her cheeks as she began shaking her head, backing up in a blind panic as his face contorted into something she could pinpoint exactly.
Despair. How fitting.
She ran out of the cell, heard him try to stand up but his legs giving away under him. "Rukia!"
Then the door closed behind her, encasing him in darkness once more.
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My eyes are blurry and I can't see you anymore
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Day 4
"I'm here to bring you your meal, Ichigo." She didn't look at him but what he was able to see from her face broke his cold heart into pieces. Her gorgeous eyes of violet were puffy and red from crying, trails of dried tears stained her beautiful complexion as she sat the bowl of food and the cup of water in front of him.
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Do you call my name
Do you breed my pain
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She was already at the door when he called out to her. "Rukia... I'm sorry about yesterday."
"You aren't," her voice was hostile and stoic causing him to shudder.
"... I want a meeting with the higher ups."
She half-turned her head towards him, eyes quizzical but he refused to look at her.
"I'll see to it."
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My heart is bloody and I can't take it anymore
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Day 5
They didn't look at each other that day when she brought him his food. "In about 2 hours the high council will come here and meet with you." Rukia was already sitting up again when Ichigo got a firm grip on her wrist. "Wait..." The petite angel didn't turn around but when she replied her voice was shaky and watery. "What is it, Ichigo? Can't you just drop it?"
"Aishiteru..." The Kuchiki felt renewed tears run down her cheeks. "We can't," she whispered and with one, resolute tug she freed herself from his grip, ran out of the cell and left him in the darkness once more.
Two hours later he heard the door to his cage open again, the light of 13 angels filling the room and enlightening it like a universe of suns. The oldest of them stepped forward and peered down at Ichigo through one, open eye. His voice was raspy as he inquired. "It took you long enough to demand a meeting, demon."
Ichigo just stared at him as he took a deep breath. "I know..."
"Well?"
"Remember that deal you offered me?"
"Yes?"
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So you just sit there, stuck, afraid to risk reality
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I am giving up all I know...
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Afraid to cause yourself more pain, to face insanity
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I won't be able to return home...
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But nothing ventured, nothing gained
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I'm putting everything on the line...
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You see... your fear's your cage
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"I accept."
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You beg for help but you're alone, stuck in a helpless rage
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A cruel smile made its way on the old man's face. Taking a dagger out of his robes he threw it to Ichigo's feet. "If that's so... you know what you have to do."
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Do as you are told and maybe then they'll let you out
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With hesitate fingers the orange-haired demon reached out towards the newly-appeared dagger, hand closing around the hilt in a firm grip. His arm was shaking as his free hand got a grip of his left, fallen wing. Ichigo gritted his teeth as he brought the sharp blade to where wing and and back were connecting. Squinting his eyes shut tightly he brought his hand down, blood splashing to the ground as the cold steel cut through flesh, muscle, bone and sinews. He did the same with the other one, biting back screams of pain as he felt himself bleeding from the fresh wounds in his back.
"Very well, then."
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You might be dead and cold, you might be full of doubt
Don't try to escape cuz you don't have nowhere to go
If nothing is your fate... there's no scenario
(it's me... I see, please... let me out I'm petrified)
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Day 6
When Rukia walked towards his cell the next day she was surprised to find it empty. Turning towards a by-walking guard she asked with a scowl on her face. "Where's the demon?"
The angel only shrugged as he continued walking. "He was dealt with."
Her eyes widened as her heartbeat faltered, the tray of food falling from her grasp and meeting the stone floor beneath her feet with a loud thud. As fast as she could she turned around and ran towards the jail's exit, heading towards the council hall in the foolish hope she could stop something that long since happened anyways.
His deep, husky voice echoed throughout her head as she ran, repeating that one word over and over again.
Aishiteru
Aishiteru
Aishiteru
Aishiteru
Why didn't I answer him, damn it?
The huge council hall was already in sight as time seemed to stop for her when a bright, orange feather was carried in front of her face by the breeze making her turn her head to where it came from, eyes widening.
"Im... po... ssible..." Her lips formed the syllables but no sound came out, however, the object of her shock turned around anyways, as if he heard her, the sight of his face causing her breathing to hitch in her throat and her heartbeat to go ballistic in her chest.
A smile made its way on his face as he stretched his right hand out, palm of his hand facing towards the sky. The gesture alone was enough to bring her feet to move in his direction, her body crushing into his making him fall to the ground with her on top of him, face buried in his chest as her whole body shook with sobs.
"H-how...?"
He had one arm wrapped around her waist as his free hand stroked her hair. "I made a deal with them..."
Her head snapped up to stare into Ichigo's amber irises that gazed down at her lovingly as he continued to stroke her hair. His hair had its original, breathtaking orange color back, skin having gained its bronze, healthy complexion back. Planting a kiss on her lips his smile turned a bit sad. "They offered me this option the day I was thrown into jail, you know? I was just too proud to succumb."
It was only then she let her gaze swift towards his wings, huge, orange colored wings with the same feathers that had caused her to turn her head in his direction in the first place. "Wha..." He raised one of his wings and moved it nearer to her, Rukia's hand coming up to touch the insanely soft wings causing his eyelids to drop some. It was the first time his wings – both demonic and celestial – had been caressed and the feeling of it made new and unknown emotions swell in the pit of his stomach.
"Are they..."
"They're real."
She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed them when she ran towards him, or had failed to see the unnatural glow that emanated from him. "Y-you... are an..." He nodded, smile still sad as he encased her with his wings, pressing their bodies together as he peered down at her, amber and amethyst gazing into each other.
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Do as you are told and maybe then they'll let you out
You might be dead and cold, you might be full of doubt
Don't try to escape cuz you don't have nowhere to go
If nothing is your fate... there's no scenario
(C'mon)
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"I can never see my family or my friends again..."
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Do you call my name
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"I won't ever be able to return home..."
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Do you stain my brain
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"But... I couldn't stand the thought... the prospect of leading a life without you... because..."
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My eyes are blurry and I can't see you anymore
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"Because I'd give my soul for you..."
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Do you call my name
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"Because I'd give up my entire existence for you."
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Do you breed my pain
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"Because... in the span of 6 days I have madly fallen in love with you, Kuchiki Rukia."
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My heart is bloody and I can't take it anymore
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I LOVE THIS ONESHOT, SERIOUSLY NOW FOLKS!
I was listening to this song and thinking about what I could do for a plot. First I thought about what Toushi suggested when requesting the song. But I couldn't come up with something original so... I came up with Angel-Demon Romance XD Hot :3~
Okay, a friend of mine and I are typing a continuation to this on YT XD It's Ichi meeting his past – ah, the torture XD It's not a songfic but a normal story. Would you read it? Because if you do I'll post it on here after we finish it :3 Here's a little except:
It was the worst nightmare he'd had for a while. Him, standing alone in the dark that used to surround him until he had met Kuchiki Rukia. Her, the one who had changed his entire way of seeing things, his attitude, his world, himself.
The darkness seemed colder, more... constricting this time and he didn't feel well at all. A shiver of terror was sent down his spine when he suddenly heard a familiar voice in the cold of the unknown. "...Ichigo...!" Very familiar. And again: "Ichigo...!" He heard it echoing in his aching ears, a terrible echo that just wouldn't stop. "Who is there?" He heard himself shouting at the nowhere that was constraining him more and more, till he had the feeling that he could hardly breath. There was this feeling as if someone – or rather something – was strangling his throat strongly, but also with relish in the attempt to choke him to a painful and slow death. His breath was going faster and flatter the more he was trying to free himself from the tight grip that restrained him from breathing. He screamed for Rukia - or at least he thought he did - cause there was no sound coming from his lips, no matter how loud he shouted. "Rukia!", he screamed, but again - no sound. "Help me, Rukia!" - He was screaming again, yet he wasn't and the darkness that seemed to have listened to his attempts to call for his love, seemed amused. The grip on his throat tightened even more, the pain that had occupied the rest of his limbs now seemed unbearable and his breath was nothing more than a silent and slow rattling full of pain. "You're screaming for her, huh...? Well, too bad she won't hear you, Ichigo. ... Cause no one hears you."
The part was written by my friend (I hope you noticed! Dx) and is the beginning of the continuation :3
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