Fallen Ascendancy
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,983
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Youkai Two: Nicholas and Kyle
Um…yeah…I haven’t had access to an internet for a loooooooooooong time, so sorry for making you guys wait and for such a short chapter… SORRY!
By the way, thanks for the reviews guys, it really helped ^^
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Deon slipped one of Drake’s white button-up uniform shirt over his newly clean body and snaked his arms through the sleeves. On the older teen, this shirt fit perfectly, but on the small demon’s tiny frame the shirt exposed a lot of lightly tanned thin shoulders and the shirt’s sleeves went a little past his elbow. The shirt’s end barely grazed Deon’s bandaged knees (it’s turned out that the blood WAS Deon’s own, and as he explained, he was attacked by another, bigger demon on his way here) and despite all of this, as the younger teen looked in the mirror, he seemed very pleased with this selection.
Drake looked at the child of darkness weirdly, noting in his mental handbook how the youth seemed so in wonder with himself, staring intently at the mirror. ‘What’s up with him, anyway?’ he thought warily.
After a few more moments of self entertainment, Deon turned to Drake, tilting his head curiously at him. “Whatcha lookin’ at me like that for?”
Drake shook his head slowly, clearing the thought out of his head. “It’s nothing. Now, you said that you were going to explain to me what was going on and what my sword...” he gestured towards the package that lie on his bed “…has to do with all this.”
Deon sighed and nodded, giving Drake the look that said ‘I-Can’t-Believe-You-Don’t-Already-Know’. The blond haired boy hopped gingerly onto the bed, plopping his butt down on the cushiony pillows and making Drake cringe inwardly. He was a neat freak, you see, and had spent a whole minute fluffing them up.
“Well…” the demon started, looking searchingly in his head for the right words, when suddenly, bursting through the door like he owned the place, a tall, good-looking, red eyed teen ran towards Drake and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling the black haired teen towards him.
“Finnegan…” he snarled, baring his teeth in frustration. The raven haired teen stared calculatingly at the intruder holding unto him and a smirk spread across his face.
“Nicholas Clucon…” Drake drawled coolly, smirk spreading. “What do you want, huh, Clucon? Is something the problem?” The white haired teen violently shoved Drake back to his feet.
“Something certainly the fuck is the problem, Finnegan!!” Nicholas growled angrily, spitting with each word in his fury. “What the hell is this?!” And he pointed to the snow colored hair.
“Say it, don’t spray it, Clucon.” Drake remained cool as he wiped the spit of his face, and then his smirk returned. “And it seems to be hair.”
“That’s not what I meant!” Nicholas practically screamed. “I…” and that’s when his sharp eyes fell upon Deon, who had been carefully watching the conversion (read: argument) that went on between the two older teens. A smile, creepy as all hell, spread evilly across his face. Take note of the fact the Deon was wearing Drake’s shirt and was sitting on his bed amongst rumpled pillows. “Ah, so I see you’re into that kind of thing.” He grinned.
Drake looked puzzled “What kind of thi-…” and his eyes landed upon the direction Nicholas was looking. Immediately, a huge blush appeared on his face. “Wha-wha-wha-wha?!?!?!” he stammered.
“Don’t you say a word, Finnegan. I understand. Cuz, you see, I have a child of my own…” said Nicholas, pointing his head towards the doorway. Standing there, with flaming red hair, bright green eyes, and a bored expression, wearing clothes that actually fit, was a demon child who looked just like Deon!
“Finnegan, I’d liked to say hello to my demon friend, Kyle.”
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Heh told you it was short. Well, there you are anyways….
I WILL write more....if you give me at least 14 reviews first! MUAH-HA-HA-HA-H-AHA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!
But seriously, I need reviews. Support from readers gives me the power to type/write, but without support, I am nothing. It's like: no reviews = kryptonite to Superman! I am weak without all of you! REVIEW!!!!! Please.....
Love ya,
Kiyo-chan
By the way, thanks for the reviews guys, it really helped ^^
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Deon slipped one of Drake’s white button-up uniform shirt over his newly clean body and snaked his arms through the sleeves. On the older teen, this shirt fit perfectly, but on the small demon’s tiny frame the shirt exposed a lot of lightly tanned thin shoulders and the shirt’s sleeves went a little past his elbow. The shirt’s end barely grazed Deon’s bandaged knees (it’s turned out that the blood WAS Deon’s own, and as he explained, he was attacked by another, bigger demon on his way here) and despite all of this, as the younger teen looked in the mirror, he seemed very pleased with this selection.
Drake looked at the child of darkness weirdly, noting in his mental handbook how the youth seemed so in wonder with himself, staring intently at the mirror. ‘What’s up with him, anyway?’ he thought warily.
After a few more moments of self entertainment, Deon turned to Drake, tilting his head curiously at him. “Whatcha lookin’ at me like that for?”
Drake shook his head slowly, clearing the thought out of his head. “It’s nothing. Now, you said that you were going to explain to me what was going on and what my sword...” he gestured towards the package that lie on his bed “…has to do with all this.”
Deon sighed and nodded, giving Drake the look that said ‘I-Can’t-Believe-You-Don’t-Already-Know’. The blond haired boy hopped gingerly onto the bed, plopping his butt down on the cushiony pillows and making Drake cringe inwardly. He was a neat freak, you see, and had spent a whole minute fluffing them up.
“Well…” the demon started, looking searchingly in his head for the right words, when suddenly, bursting through the door like he owned the place, a tall, good-looking, red eyed teen ran towards Drake and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling the black haired teen towards him.
“Finnegan…” he snarled, baring his teeth in frustration. The raven haired teen stared calculatingly at the intruder holding unto him and a smirk spread across his face.
“Nicholas Clucon…” Drake drawled coolly, smirk spreading. “What do you want, huh, Clucon? Is something the problem?” The white haired teen violently shoved Drake back to his feet.
“Something certainly the fuck is the problem, Finnegan!!” Nicholas growled angrily, spitting with each word in his fury. “What the hell is this?!” And he pointed to the snow colored hair.
“Say it, don’t spray it, Clucon.” Drake remained cool as he wiped the spit of his face, and then his smirk returned. “And it seems to be hair.”
“That’s not what I meant!” Nicholas practically screamed. “I…” and that’s when his sharp eyes fell upon Deon, who had been carefully watching the conversion (read: argument) that went on between the two older teens. A smile, creepy as all hell, spread evilly across his face. Take note of the fact the Deon was wearing Drake’s shirt and was sitting on his bed amongst rumpled pillows. “Ah, so I see you’re into that kind of thing.” He grinned.
Drake looked puzzled “What kind of thi-…” and his eyes landed upon the direction Nicholas was looking. Immediately, a huge blush appeared on his face. “Wha-wha-wha-wha?!?!?!” he stammered.
“Don’t you say a word, Finnegan. I understand. Cuz, you see, I have a child of my own…” said Nicholas, pointing his head towards the doorway. Standing there, with flaming red hair, bright green eyes, and a bored expression, wearing clothes that actually fit, was a demon child who looked just like Deon!
“Finnegan, I’d liked to say hello to my demon friend, Kyle.”
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Heh told you it was short. Well, there you are anyways….
I WILL write more....if you give me at least 14 reviews first! MUAH-HA-HA-HA-H-AHA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!
But seriously, I need reviews. Support from readers gives me the power to type/write, but without support, I am nothing. It's like: no reviews = kryptonite to Superman! I am weak without all of you! REVIEW!!!!! Please.....
Love ya,
Kiyo-chan