Warnings: Yaoi, violence/gore, Hiruma and Agon, language…
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The quiet voice rang clear through the walls, "How is it possible that we lost before we begun?" the quiet voice sounded scared. He probably was. He was scared, and he didn't care that it was obvious, he wanted to get him voice out. He sounded shaken up, like he couldn't take this, but he was the bravest out of all of them, he stood and spoke. He was like a leader, he seemed... familiar. "I… Don't think we lost yet… If it's possible… then…"
"It's not, even if we march onto the battlefield, we'll lose, we have no hopes." The man replied, his voice stern.
"If we don't have the will, we'll lose," the quiet voice came from the Fire section at the very front, "If we don't get on the battlefield, it'll just ruin our pride… Without fighting, you don't know who'll win… However… Prince is supposed to care about everyone, because… that's why he's Prince… So it doesn't matter who has Prince, if you get rid of everyone on Prince's side, it'll be our win... I mean," he was blushing furiously now, "Well... Um... I think that if everyone could work together, it'll work... As in... um..." he glanced around nervously before taking a large breath.
"So, you think that everyone here," he waved his arm at the general group, with a preposterous look on his face, "That it's possible that every single person here could work together?"
Now, the rest of the world had to admit, even Prince would probably have a hard time getting some people actually functioning together.
"Yeah, I believe it's possible," absolutely no hesitation, no stuttering, and everyone.
And probably the entire world at that.
Just stopped, and stared.
First, he pretty much agreed to the impossible.
Then, he said that he would take a challenge impossible to man-kind.
It wasn't possible.
Not now, not ever.
"...Okay then, I'll leave it up to you. Until we can get the Prince to come here. We'll leave it to you," he said, giving up.
"Wait, he needs a name, a title!" someone called.
"W-what?"
"Smooth job, fucking chibi," Hiruma cackled, "Why not Fallen Angel?"
"Nah, it's a mouth full, and it sounds trashy, just plain Angel would work," Agon replied.
"I don't think it's a bad idea, I'd say," Marco agreed, putting his coke bottle high in the air, "A toast to our new Angel or Sakura High!" he called.
"W-what?" Sena sqeaked.
Dear mother and father that should be resting in peace,
I think that I'm screwed.
From, your beloved son,
K. Sena... Now known as Angel.
"Man, I can't believe it at all," one of the Earth members shuddered, "That there would be someone that would stand up to Shogun-sensei..."
"Well, I think that he is a Fire member for a reason, I mean, it's been years since the last person that went and became one..." another member of the Wind joined the Earth member.
Another conversation was going on, "Kekeke... When that fucking shrimp came into our group, I thought he would survive, but after that little speech," he laughed some more, "This year is going to be very interesting..."
"Don't say stuff like that," Sena sniffed as he rolled into a ball on his bed. Since Patrick was gone, it was werid being all... alone.
Isolated...
The brunet shook his head. He can't lose control. He absolutely can't give in...
"I'm here..." the voice was broken, tattered, but it was there, filled with misery, "I' m here with you, so don't say that, okay? We're here... We're together..."
"No! NO!" he started to scream.
"Sena!" sniffing, he snapped back to worried eyes around him.
It was Jyuumonji and Kakei, staring at him in worry as they surrounded him as he sat down, sniffling, "Wh-what's wrong?"
"I... I don't like him..."
"Me, dear, Sena?" the voice groaned and Sena trembled, his head buried in between his legs, arms wrapped around his head.
"Please... stop..."
"Oi, fucking-chibi," another voice, although it wasn't as obvious, it held tints of worries, "Fucking eldest brother, what's wrong?"
"W-what? I'm not... oh whatever, Sena is..." the scarred male looked over at the male, "I... have no idea, we found him like this."
Nonetheless, there were in the hallway to Sena's room, off in one of the far corners.
"I...I'm sorry..." Sena whimpered, and passed out.
"Gah, stupid fucking chibi, going off and fainting like that," Hiruma cursed as he was once again in the infirmary.
"SENA!" by now, word has gotten out and about that the 'Fallen Angel' was in the infirmary, and although many did care, but was scared out of their guts to challenge Hiruma and Agon, they just walked away, and as far, far away as possible.
"What, fucking albino?" he demanded out of the panicing Riku.
"I... I gotta see him!" he declared, "Move!" he called.
"Hmm... let me think... fucking no, whitie," he growled.
"Aah? What, why is it that every time I turn around, there is another piece of trash!" Agon demanded.
"Stuff it, fucking dreads," Hiruma growled back.
"Aah? What did you say?" he snarled.
"With the way you guys are keeping at it, I can see why Sena had a spazz-attack," Kakei responded, Mizumatchi coming into the horizon, "You guys probably scarred him for life."
"I'm sorry," the meek reply came as the group turned over and saw the kid.
"Sena!" Riku rushed over to him putting the back of his hand on the brunet's forehead, "Are you okay? Do you feel sick, or..."
"I'm fine, Riku," Sena replied shaking his head, "I... I don't get it..."
"Kobayakawa Sena," looking up, the boy blushed.
"You... could just call me Sena, Shin-san," he said.
A nod, "I see, then, Sena," as though he was testing the word, seeing how it rolled around in his mouth, "Are you okay?"
"I'm... confused," Sena replied.
"Che, stupid chibi," a view of a dreadlocks made the smaller one flinch, "What the hell happened to you?"
"God, with the way your swarming, what did I just say about intimidating him?" Kakei demanded, eyes softening as the neared Sena.
"I'm sorry," the occupant in the bed sniffled.
"Ugh, fucking chibi, just shut up about that and tell us what happened."
"Hey! Don't call my Sena that!" Riku snarled back.
"I can call my fucking chibi whatever the hell I want!"
"Goddammit! You pieces of trashes should just drop dead!"
"Guys, Sena's health is going to go straight down the drain if you keep this up!" Kakei scolded.
"But, Kakei-chan, you're joining in on the yelling too!"
"For once, I shall agree with Kakei."
"...Do you know what it means to have a split personality?" Sena asked, his quiet voice slamming everyone's mouth closed.
"Kekeke..." Hiruma crackled, "Explain."
"Well, umm... Lately, no, for a long t-time... I've... I know someone that's like... inside of me... Someone trying to get out... um..." the group went silent, furthering destroying the atmosphere.
Even Hiruma lost his grin, "Alright then, let's meet him."
The face paled further, "No," the male trembled, and the others began to freak out.
"SENA!" running in now, was Jyuumonji, followed by his two best friends, Toganou and Kuroki.
"Jyuumonji-san... Kuroki-san... Toganou-san..." he whimpered.
"W-what?"
"...Okay then, fucking shrimp, let's go," picking the boy up, Hiruma held the boy in both arms, bridal-stlye, as he walked down the hallways and down the stairs, others following.
A clear, white room, Sakura blooming all over the wall, the brunet was put into the room.
"Click!" and then, he felt the same thing he did all those years ago.
"W-what?" lights were off now, "Where... Hiruma-san? Agon-san? Kakei-san? ...Riku?" he gulped, and looked around, not wanting to lose control, but where was he? "Jyuumonji-kun?" taking shaky, breaths, "Toganou-san... Kuroki-san..."
And then, he heard it.
"AAAHHHH!" the same scream he heard all those years ago.
"Let me out... I want to be free... Let me go... Let me-"
"Mizumatchi-san!" he screamed at last, but alas, he had no one, not a single person.
All over again.
"It's nice to be free again," the brown eyes faded into red ones as black wings flapped excitedly.
"I know you're watching, so, I shall give you a little... show..." he giggled, growing louder by the minute, until it was on par with a scream.
And then, the walls, cracked breaking apart, as the laugh continued, and the boy sighed, "It's a shame that I can't stay too long, and it's a shame that I'm not allowed to get out anymore than this," he sighed and when he tried to near the wall, it just cracked some more, "And it's a shame that these walls aren't stronger..."
"W-what the hell..."
"And..." glancing at the now open-door, a sad smile on his face, "It's a shame that I have my seals."
"Pr-Prince?"