Beautiful Creature

Wow! Fourth chapter! I\'m proud of myself, lol. Thanks to the person who reviewed me, your support was great! I also wanted to thank a friend of mine, Hayden, as he let me borrow him for the role of Michael. XP Also, I was wondering if someone could point me in the right direction for easy site making so I can post the fic there as well, along with other stuff about it. If you do have some info, please e-mail me! Thanks! On with the fic! (By the way, the song I was listening to while I wrote this chapter was A Perfect Circle\'s, \"Passive. Thus the name. Lol.)

- = Reflecting though during a moment, not technically speaking it, but a thought nonetheless.

+The Passive and The Defiant+


\"Why do you insist on running away from me?\"

\"I don\'t like you. I -hate- you.\"

\"Hate me? But you screamed out my name in pleasure, if I do recall. .\"

\"That meant -nothing-.\"

\"It meant nothing to you? I believe that\'s a lie.\"

\"It\'s not, I hate you. . I wish you\'d go away. I wish you\'d DISAPPEAR.\"

\"But I\'m not going anywhere. .\"

**

Adam stood before a lone tombstone beneath a beautiful willow tree. It\'s limp leaves steadily swayed with the rhthym of the wind, never missing a beat and always remaining graceful. That tree reminded him of LeAnne, Hizumi, his dearly beloved sister. .

Michael stood a few feet behind his best friend, both in their funeral tuxedos. They could barely afford the funeral, but the Brit had called his family that was still in Britian, telling them of their situation. . They gladly sent the money for the casket, the tombstone and the spot beneath the tree. Since they had no remaining family and he was their only friend, LeAnne didn\'t have the big funeral she deserved. Michael walked forward beside his friend and knelt down to place a bouquet of white and yellow roses beneath the gravemarker that read, \"Aoi Hizumi\" and the date of her birth and death. Adam figeted as a raindrop fell on his shoulder, then more began to pound on his body, hiding his ever present tears. He gripped on the roses that he held in his hand until the thorns began to pierce his flesh, making his blood mix in with the rain.

\"Adam. . I\'m sorry. .\"

The friend trailed off as the boy raised the bouquet, moved it over his left shoulder, then flung it through the air causing the petals to rip from the roses from the force of the sudden air. A shower of the white and yellow flowers began to flutter over the grave, giving it an almost cheery touch just like her smile had been. Lowering the stems in his hand, Adam steadily picked up his head and looked at the grave, his eyeliner running. It made dark streaks down his even paler cheeks, making him resemble his state that Michael had found him in; it was almost scary. . The intent look he had. Why wasn\'t he able to catch that disease like his mother, father -and- sister did? Why was he the lone survivor. . Why did he have to suffer. . ?

\"Maybe you\'re better off this way, Hizumi. .\"

**

\"Wake up.\" growled a voice laced with utmost anger. \"I -know- you\'re not dead, why can\'t you wake up and face me?\"

Adam\'s eyes fluttered open to find himself in that sinful room, Adric towering over him. His dark hair spilled over his shoulders like a black ink, almost as black as his heart. It gave him a look of a sauve demon, a seducing devil. That\'s exactly what he was. The monster\'s eyes were empty on the outside, but inside the ebony pools lay a fire, a fire that could only be lit by himself. By Adam. The teenager moved his hand up to his mouth and yanked off the tie that had been gagged about his mouth.

\"Did I say you could take that off--\"

\"Why must you be so rough?\"

Adric stared at the boy in complete surprise. He seemed to be a defiant, yet passive angel that lay beneath him and he was the raping demon.

\"Because I\'m a devil.\"

\"What does that make me?\"

\"An angel.\"

Adam tried his hardest not to laugh and moved his hand up to run his fingers through the black silk that was Adric\'s hair. How was he an angel if he enjoyed this torture? This rape? The boy could feel his length hardening again as they both kissed each other in a rough manner. The older man bit onto the teenager\'s lip while pushing him back down on the bed and steadily lifted both his legs to get better access to the hole that he\'d already defiled so many times, he lost count. Adam\'s form was bleeding beneath him from the abuse he\'d caused the first time they went at it. He was so deliciously innocent, yet not at the same time.

Adric pushed into the boy\'s small confinining entrance and began his all but gentle thrusts, but Adam enjoyed them. . He enjoyed the pounding, their bodies mixing together in such a violent way. He could feel his own warm blood trickling down his chin from the bite to his lip and the devil above him happily drank it up with his soft tongue. Sometimes it surprised him the damned thing wasn\'t forked. Or maybe he should have that forked tongue? They both threw their heads back as their seed exploded all over the teenagers battered form; Adric\'s inside of him and dripping down his legs, while his own spilled against his chest and stomach, mixing with his red blood.

\"Why do you do this?\"

\"Because my sister\'s dying.\"

There was defeaning silence, then a soft whisper that said, \". . You fucking disappoint me.\"

**

The nineteen-year-old watched himself and Michael in their fury of passion, his fingers curled into his palm every so often as the scene reflected off his empty eyes. It was so much softer compared to the demon that had taken him, he almost wanted that demon to burst into the room and take him away into the sinful pleasures of rough sex. Had he enjoyed it so much?

Yes, he did.

So much that a week later, Adam ran from Michael\'s home just to find that Italian and Japanese man that had treated him so. . Well, he called it. He left Michael to be alone, to stay in that apartment by himself and cry. Michael wanted his friend to return to him, to come back into his arms. Did he do something wrong?

Adam watched himself sneak out of that apartment in a soft rain that had been at his sister\'s funeral. He watched himself run while holding onto that crumpled piece of paper with the running ink.

-You\'re the devil, how can you believe you\'re an angel?-

Adam figeted at the voice as he continued to watch the scene.

-You left your best friend, the one who took you in and loved you, and left him behind to run to that man.-

\"Who cares what you think?\"

-You\'re the devil, the demon.-

\"Shut up. .\"

-You\'re no angel.-

\"I. . said. . sh-\"

**

\"Shut, UP!\"

\"Brother, what are you talking about?\"

\"Hizumi?\" Adam looked down to find an eight year old version of his sister in his arms, looking up at him curiously with her tear-streaked face. She was in a black dress that they had from their grandmother\'s funeral, she was holding onto the bear that he saved from the clutches of the older kids. He picked up his hands to find them the size of a child\'s. Where was he? The boy looked up to see the two gravestones, by a willow tree, that had his parents names engraved on them. They were gone. .

\"Why are you hiding. . ?\" The eight-year-old Hizumi stared at him in half in fear and half confused.

\"Why. .\" Adam whispered while clenching his fists, piercing his skin again and making the blood stain his once ivory hands. \"Why can\'t you turn and face me?!\"

**

Adam\'s eyes shot open to find himself staring at a cieling of an old Japanese home. He could hear the bird\'s chirping in the distance. It was a faint and happy tune. . He couldn\'t move his body all that much, it hurt too bad to even try to move his fingers. Adam could feel something tight around his head, adding a pulsing pain to his headache. Slowly, he forced himself up to be met by a large book case filled with many volumes of medical science and other literature. Where was he? Groggily, he moved his hazy vision over to his right and noticed a paper sliding door was open to let in the fresh air. There was a garden on the outside that much resembled a painting. The green was a lush color that almost seemed to shine brightly in the afternoon sunlight.

With the little strength he had, the nineteen-year-old pushed himself up from the futon he\'d been laying on and found himself in a sleeping robe. What was going on? The boy hobbled over to the open door and eased himself onto the warm stones which created a pathway deeper into the quite garden. The chirping was still distant but he could hear the soft tinkle of a wind chime not too far off that was mixed in with a humming. A gentle humming that reminded him of his sister. .As he walked, the garden became more spread out with various types of flowers, but the ones that caught his eye the most were the yellow roses. Pushing aside a broad leaf, Adam squeezed his way into the tiny area to be greeted by the sweet smell of other flowers, yet the perfume of a rose still lingered. In the middle of the circle sat a person on their knees, tending to a plant as they hummed. Their hair was tied back in a small bun and they continued to hum as if they didn\'t realize the teen was there.

The boy\'s heart began to lift as the person turned around, they resembled his sister. . The ebony hair, the chestnut eyes and the warm smile.

\"Hizumi?\"

\"You\'re awake. . it\'s about time. I was wondering when you\'d stop playing dead.\" His hope came crashing down around him as the image of his beautiful sister disappeared, only to reveal the devil that haunted him in his sleep.