Forgotten Angel
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,485
Reviews:
7
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.
Forgotten Angel
hello! this is my first fic on the site so please be kind when judging ^^. this fic is actually an rp done between myself and my friend Tobor, which just happens to be the name of a person in this story, so pls give credit to her as well! as for the rest of everything else enjoy the yummy yaoi goodness! Actually this is a re-re-re post of this story. the 6 th chapter wouldn\'t load and you ppl wouldn\'t review much -_-+ but i\'m not angry. just pray for me that it\'ll work this time!!
The pub was like most people would expect to find on one of the darker streets of town. Dark, dingy, full of shady characters, liquids alcoholic and otherwise on the floor, and broken tables from the thousand and one bar brawls that had taken place. In such a dark place, a light as big as a candle would be near blinding. And there was a light there far brighter than any candle, but this was no burning flame. a young boy no older than 17 sat in the corner of the bar counter looking around at the other occupants to make sure he could get a running start should they take interest in him. His clothes were nothing special, a faded black t-shirt with the peeling words \'Praise be the Almighty\' and a pair of jeans. Both the shirt and the jeans were far too large for the boy, slipping over his shoulder and down his slim hips. They were also very torn, showing skin that was slightly tanned and smooth to the touch. His hair was slightly above his shoulders and an elegant hand pushed back the pale silver bangs that fell into his eyes. And his eyes were what captivated you most, they were the deepest ocean blue that had ever been seen and sparkled like the Milky Way on a clear winter night. Those eyes watched, wary and unsure, scared definitely
He stomped through the night... it hadn\'t been the greatest for him and he was not in a good mood. Not a good mood at all. The cold wind bit at his bare torso, catching his unbuttoned black dress shirt. The silver studs on the black leather belt caught the moon light and glinted... the belt had no purpose save for adding decoration to the tight black leather pants, slug so dangerously low on his hips, wrapping lovingly around his backside and legs. Black leather boots with silver laces crunched over the dead winter leaves. Reaching the door of the tavern he shoved it open none too gently, eyes the color of fall (orange, red, gold and brown) stared over the occupants in the place. The coloring of them brought out even more by the black eyeliner and mascara he wore. There was a certain deliberateness in his step, ~click, click, click~ of the 3 inch heels on his boots echoed over to the wooden floor in an angry rhythm. He sat down heavily on a barstool, growling out his drink order \"Bourbon...\" Yet even through the growl his voice sounded surreal, breathy, and beautiful. The cross and pentagram he wore about his neck caught the light. Reaching up he ran his hand through his shaggy brownish blonde hair, revealing the silver cross dangling from of his ear. He didn\'t pay any mind to any one else in the tavern. Instead he just stared angrily at his black polished nails.
The young teen looked at the bars newest occupant. He definitely was one of the guys he wanted to stay on the good side of. Had he not been chased into this bar to make sure no one found him he\'d have let his eyes linger longer on the fallen angel that seemed to be before him. That voice refused to leave though, it echoed through his head silently, begging to be heard a second time at least. The bar keep served the new man his bourbon with a grunt and then went over to the young man. He eyed the empty glass in front of him \"are you gonna have something better? Or are you going ta\' stick with water?\" he snapped his eyes away from the new comer and looked at the keep. He then turned his eyes down the hands in his lap that were fiddling with the hem of the oversized shirt. \"Just water please\" he said in barely above a whisper. The barkeep grunted again (a usual language for him) and filled the water back up \"al right sonny but the next time you\'ll have to pay for it. I won\'t stand for free loaders.\"
He looked over at the teen not far from him and just frowned. He took his bourbon, drank it down fast, paying no mind to the intense burning down his throat. Tossed the correct amount onto the bar, then a little extra \"Another, make it a double.\" Damn that voice again. Tobor knew the drinking wouldn\'t help make the night go away, but damn it all he didn\'t care. How could that little bitch do that to him? Sure he had her blood on his hands not literally at the moment of course and sure he hand her tongue in a glass jar in his closet. But he had loved her, and she betrayed him, she had hurt him deeper than any other hurt before. His fall colored eyes flashed all the colors seem to show in a slide show like manner. His gaze was once again back on his black nails. He needed a release of frustration and he wasn\'t sure just how to get that yet but he swore he would. Reaching down he grabbed an ornate silver and gold dagger from his boot and started twirling it on the bar. He felt like slamming it, burying it deep within the wood.... and he could, he was freakishly strong for someone his size. He was average sized perhaps just a bit skinny, but everything about him suited him.
The dim light that sparkled off the dagger caught Serya\'s eye. He turned his head slowly, trying not to look alarmed but having his heart beat a mile a minute. Damn that was a big knife. He immediately didn\'t want to stay here anymore. Out there they would probably find him, drag him back to the institute, and force him into a very long coma but there was always one way to get out of bad situations. And he didn't\' feel like releasing mass pandemonium in a bar as apposed to using it against the people who made him run. Since all he\'d drunken was water there was no bill to pay, so he just got up and walked out the door, bare feet slapping slightly on the cold wood floor. A cold wind blew down the street, scattering some litter that had been left carelessly on the sidewalk. In the cold night air he instantly felt more awake, and now he could sense them. They were coming closer now, probably because he was feeling so afraid right now. But he didn\'t care, the instinct to fight or take flight was already kicking in. and he ran as fast as he could while ominous thunder clouds gathered and rumbled over head
He did it... he buried the dagger completely to the hilt, and tossed more money on the bar to pay for the damage. He watched the boy leave with cold eyes. The kid gave off a thick frightened aurora. Pulling the dagger from the bar he tucked back securely in his boot and stood, with the stealth and silence of a cat he followed, careful not to let the teen know he was being followed. Then he stopped, wait maybe it was him who was frightening the boy, so he turned and went back to the bar, before he had even leaving the place. Grabbing his next glass of bourbon he lost himself in his thoughts - in the silence. Gently tapping his fingers on the bar without realizing it.
He hadn\'t made it out of the bar fast enough. If he hadn\'t been so hooked up on hiding he might have left this district and slipped back in before they knew what was going on. As it was he was lucky enough to trip on a crack in the walk and fall flat on his face. The air was completely knocked out of lungs and the burning on his cheek hinted at a nasty scrape. He turned on his back gasping to see a chain attached to a sickle buried in place to where he\'d just been. The chain was promptly yanked out and returned to the owner. Serya sat up and breathed deeply as air rushed in \"Serya, what are you doing out of dorms at this hour? you know that leaving the grounds is strictly forbidden\" the owner of kun-ai and chain was a figure covered in black from head to foot and dressed much like a ninja would. The only part of her seen was eyes, but the eyes were dead. No shine or sparkle brightened or warmed them, there was nothing but emptiness. She jumped down off the building she was perched on and slowly walked towards him. \"Just give into it Serya, resisting the priests will only make it worse. They're only trying to help you...\" she took a stone out of her pouch. It was about the size of a fist and was the color of darkest midnight. It swirled with the darkest shades of blue and red and seemed to pull towards Serya. Immediately his heart felt as if it were being ripped out of his chest, just like the first time. He gasped and clutched the pained spot. she continued to walk towards him \"come now, it\'s time to go home\" Serya turned his eyes up to here, the sparkling blue was gone and had been replaced with a demonic red \"over my cursed soul\" he then fell back into the familiar abyss of darkness that was his gift and curse. A dark sphere started to resonate out from him, sucking in practically everything there. The girl tried to jump away but was too slow; the inky night caught her and dragged her in before she could scream. The ball hovered there for a bit and then suddenly it contracted to the size of sand grain, seeming to pull all time with it. In that controlled zone that almost spread to the city nothing was there but black earth as bare as the first day on earth and a boy kneeling and panting from effort, and pain. \"Damn it, why can\'t you just leave me alone?\" he gasped out and fell on the street.
His ears perked as he heard some commotion outside. Perhaps the kid was in trouble. He blinks - why should he care? He didn\'t know the boy, but he did know it wasn\'t smart to be that young and wandering the streets after dark. Climbing off the stool he walked unhurriedly to the door and got out in time to watch the boy begin to run. He would have run after him but he didn\'t have the chance before he saw a very unusual occurrence... an apocalypse in a small area. Just stood and stared, when it was finished he walked casually to the boy. \"What the hell was that?\" That sweet voice again, combined with his angry growl. He knelt on one knee and jerked the boy up, staring at him. \"What were you running from?\" Truthfully he didn\'t know why he even cared, he was just curious. He waited, silently.
Who? What? He opened his eyes but all he saw was swirling darkness. Damn it, even that small little dip into the abyss was having side effects. They were getting worse every time he did it, and it was starting to happen when he didn\'t want it too either. Only one thought clicked through his overworked brain, someone\'s got you and you have no idea who the hell it is. He tried to push him away, whoever it was, and find some free space. If that didn\'t work he was squirming, kicking, and doing what ever else he could to get this stranger off him \"I'm not going back you can\'t make me! I'm not hurting anyone else!!\"
He blinked and slapped the kid. \"Knock that off, kid.\" He loosened his grip. \"Not going back where?\" That should help him realize the fact that he wasn\'t whoever he was running from. Damn, the boy was terrified and for some odd reason that tugged at his heart strings. Gently he pulled him closer into a warm safe embrace. Tobor what the fuck are you doing? Your brother\'s gonna have your hide. On second thought probably not... his brother was pretending nothing had happened between them, so whatever. Fingers ran through the kid\'s hair. \"What is going on?\" Again he wondered what had happened to his anger from earlier, because all he cared about right now was the boy in his arms. His chin rested gently on the boy\'s head as he hummed a soft melody to calm him a bit.
The slap was like a bucket of ice water being splashed in his face. He sobered up after that and then remembered some key points. One, if this man really had been from the institute he would have drugged him already and two that someone from the institute could never act so nice. He went limp and felt the warmth and comfort emanating from the body around him. He snuggled in, trying to become as small as possible, like a pup looking for its mother. He opened his eyes slightly, the darkness had lifted but a thick fog still surrounded his vision. \"Institute, the Vatican Institute for the Gifted. I can\'t go back, I can\'t\" he whispered. He never liked saying the name of that hellish place. After all, who would ever think such a well recommended and respectable school actually is the makings for never ending nightmares for people like Serya and others that were sent there to study their \'gifts\'. He felt a haziness enter his mind that he recognized as sleep. How long had it been since he\'d slept? He'd lost count so long ago and he was very comfortable. \"Don't let them take me back\" was his final plea before a sleep born of fear and excessive physical and mental stress took him.
He looked down the sleeping kid in his arms, words ringing in his ears. Before he realized it a soft whisper came from his lips \"I won\'t."
well there\'s the first chapter! i got more waiting to be posted but unless i get lot\'s of reviews i\'m not continuing. mwahahahahahaha!!! *sky darkens, thunder crashes, world ends but it was actually just someone turning off the light* oh and one last reminder...FLAMES ARE NOT ACCEPTED AND WILL BE USED TO BURN DOWN SCHOOLS, HOMEWORK, TEACHERS, AND/OR PREPS!!!
The pub was like most people would expect to find on one of the darker streets of town. Dark, dingy, full of shady characters, liquids alcoholic and otherwise on the floor, and broken tables from the thousand and one bar brawls that had taken place. In such a dark place, a light as big as a candle would be near blinding. And there was a light there far brighter than any candle, but this was no burning flame. a young boy no older than 17 sat in the corner of the bar counter looking around at the other occupants to make sure he could get a running start should they take interest in him. His clothes were nothing special, a faded black t-shirt with the peeling words \'Praise be the Almighty\' and a pair of jeans. Both the shirt and the jeans were far too large for the boy, slipping over his shoulder and down his slim hips. They were also very torn, showing skin that was slightly tanned and smooth to the touch. His hair was slightly above his shoulders and an elegant hand pushed back the pale silver bangs that fell into his eyes. And his eyes were what captivated you most, they were the deepest ocean blue that had ever been seen and sparkled like the Milky Way on a clear winter night. Those eyes watched, wary and unsure, scared definitely
He stomped through the night... it hadn\'t been the greatest for him and he was not in a good mood. Not a good mood at all. The cold wind bit at his bare torso, catching his unbuttoned black dress shirt. The silver studs on the black leather belt caught the moon light and glinted... the belt had no purpose save for adding decoration to the tight black leather pants, slug so dangerously low on his hips, wrapping lovingly around his backside and legs. Black leather boots with silver laces crunched over the dead winter leaves. Reaching the door of the tavern he shoved it open none too gently, eyes the color of fall (orange, red, gold and brown) stared over the occupants in the place. The coloring of them brought out even more by the black eyeliner and mascara he wore. There was a certain deliberateness in his step, ~click, click, click~ of the 3 inch heels on his boots echoed over to the wooden floor in an angry rhythm. He sat down heavily on a barstool, growling out his drink order \"Bourbon...\" Yet even through the growl his voice sounded surreal, breathy, and beautiful. The cross and pentagram he wore about his neck caught the light. Reaching up he ran his hand through his shaggy brownish blonde hair, revealing the silver cross dangling from of his ear. He didn\'t pay any mind to any one else in the tavern. Instead he just stared angrily at his black polished nails.
The young teen looked at the bars newest occupant. He definitely was one of the guys he wanted to stay on the good side of. Had he not been chased into this bar to make sure no one found him he\'d have let his eyes linger longer on the fallen angel that seemed to be before him. That voice refused to leave though, it echoed through his head silently, begging to be heard a second time at least. The bar keep served the new man his bourbon with a grunt and then went over to the young man. He eyed the empty glass in front of him \"are you gonna have something better? Or are you going ta\' stick with water?\" he snapped his eyes away from the new comer and looked at the keep. He then turned his eyes down the hands in his lap that were fiddling with the hem of the oversized shirt. \"Just water please\" he said in barely above a whisper. The barkeep grunted again (a usual language for him) and filled the water back up \"al right sonny but the next time you\'ll have to pay for it. I won\'t stand for free loaders.\"
He looked over at the teen not far from him and just frowned. He took his bourbon, drank it down fast, paying no mind to the intense burning down his throat. Tossed the correct amount onto the bar, then a little extra \"Another, make it a double.\" Damn that voice again. Tobor knew the drinking wouldn\'t help make the night go away, but damn it all he didn\'t care. How could that little bitch do that to him? Sure he had her blood on his hands not literally at the moment of course and sure he hand her tongue in a glass jar in his closet. But he had loved her, and she betrayed him, she had hurt him deeper than any other hurt before. His fall colored eyes flashed all the colors seem to show in a slide show like manner. His gaze was once again back on his black nails. He needed a release of frustration and he wasn\'t sure just how to get that yet but he swore he would. Reaching down he grabbed an ornate silver and gold dagger from his boot and started twirling it on the bar. He felt like slamming it, burying it deep within the wood.... and he could, he was freakishly strong for someone his size. He was average sized perhaps just a bit skinny, but everything about him suited him.
The dim light that sparkled off the dagger caught Serya\'s eye. He turned his head slowly, trying not to look alarmed but having his heart beat a mile a minute. Damn that was a big knife. He immediately didn\'t want to stay here anymore. Out there they would probably find him, drag him back to the institute, and force him into a very long coma but there was always one way to get out of bad situations. And he didn't\' feel like releasing mass pandemonium in a bar as apposed to using it against the people who made him run. Since all he\'d drunken was water there was no bill to pay, so he just got up and walked out the door, bare feet slapping slightly on the cold wood floor. A cold wind blew down the street, scattering some litter that had been left carelessly on the sidewalk. In the cold night air he instantly felt more awake, and now he could sense them. They were coming closer now, probably because he was feeling so afraid right now. But he didn\'t care, the instinct to fight or take flight was already kicking in. and he ran as fast as he could while ominous thunder clouds gathered and rumbled over head
He did it... he buried the dagger completely to the hilt, and tossed more money on the bar to pay for the damage. He watched the boy leave with cold eyes. The kid gave off a thick frightened aurora. Pulling the dagger from the bar he tucked back securely in his boot and stood, with the stealth and silence of a cat he followed, careful not to let the teen know he was being followed. Then he stopped, wait maybe it was him who was frightening the boy, so he turned and went back to the bar, before he had even leaving the place. Grabbing his next glass of bourbon he lost himself in his thoughts - in the silence. Gently tapping his fingers on the bar without realizing it.
He hadn\'t made it out of the bar fast enough. If he hadn\'t been so hooked up on hiding he might have left this district and slipped back in before they knew what was going on. As it was he was lucky enough to trip on a crack in the walk and fall flat on his face. The air was completely knocked out of lungs and the burning on his cheek hinted at a nasty scrape. He turned on his back gasping to see a chain attached to a sickle buried in place to where he\'d just been. The chain was promptly yanked out and returned to the owner. Serya sat up and breathed deeply as air rushed in \"Serya, what are you doing out of dorms at this hour? you know that leaving the grounds is strictly forbidden\" the owner of kun-ai and chain was a figure covered in black from head to foot and dressed much like a ninja would. The only part of her seen was eyes, but the eyes were dead. No shine or sparkle brightened or warmed them, there was nothing but emptiness. She jumped down off the building she was perched on and slowly walked towards him. \"Just give into it Serya, resisting the priests will only make it worse. They're only trying to help you...\" she took a stone out of her pouch. It was about the size of a fist and was the color of darkest midnight. It swirled with the darkest shades of blue and red and seemed to pull towards Serya. Immediately his heart felt as if it were being ripped out of his chest, just like the first time. He gasped and clutched the pained spot. she continued to walk towards him \"come now, it\'s time to go home\" Serya turned his eyes up to here, the sparkling blue was gone and had been replaced with a demonic red \"over my cursed soul\" he then fell back into the familiar abyss of darkness that was his gift and curse. A dark sphere started to resonate out from him, sucking in practically everything there. The girl tried to jump away but was too slow; the inky night caught her and dragged her in before she could scream. The ball hovered there for a bit and then suddenly it contracted to the size of sand grain, seeming to pull all time with it. In that controlled zone that almost spread to the city nothing was there but black earth as bare as the first day on earth and a boy kneeling and panting from effort, and pain. \"Damn it, why can\'t you just leave me alone?\" he gasped out and fell on the street.
His ears perked as he heard some commotion outside. Perhaps the kid was in trouble. He blinks - why should he care? He didn\'t know the boy, but he did know it wasn\'t smart to be that young and wandering the streets after dark. Climbing off the stool he walked unhurriedly to the door and got out in time to watch the boy begin to run. He would have run after him but he didn\'t have the chance before he saw a very unusual occurrence... an apocalypse in a small area. Just stood and stared, when it was finished he walked casually to the boy. \"What the hell was that?\" That sweet voice again, combined with his angry growl. He knelt on one knee and jerked the boy up, staring at him. \"What were you running from?\" Truthfully he didn\'t know why he even cared, he was just curious. He waited, silently.
Who? What? He opened his eyes but all he saw was swirling darkness. Damn it, even that small little dip into the abyss was having side effects. They were getting worse every time he did it, and it was starting to happen when he didn\'t want it too either. Only one thought clicked through his overworked brain, someone\'s got you and you have no idea who the hell it is. He tried to push him away, whoever it was, and find some free space. If that didn\'t work he was squirming, kicking, and doing what ever else he could to get this stranger off him \"I'm not going back you can\'t make me! I'm not hurting anyone else!!\"
He blinked and slapped the kid. \"Knock that off, kid.\" He loosened his grip. \"Not going back where?\" That should help him realize the fact that he wasn\'t whoever he was running from. Damn, the boy was terrified and for some odd reason that tugged at his heart strings. Gently he pulled him closer into a warm safe embrace. Tobor what the fuck are you doing? Your brother\'s gonna have your hide. On second thought probably not... his brother was pretending nothing had happened between them, so whatever. Fingers ran through the kid\'s hair. \"What is going on?\" Again he wondered what had happened to his anger from earlier, because all he cared about right now was the boy in his arms. His chin rested gently on the boy\'s head as he hummed a soft melody to calm him a bit.
The slap was like a bucket of ice water being splashed in his face. He sobered up after that and then remembered some key points. One, if this man really had been from the institute he would have drugged him already and two that someone from the institute could never act so nice. He went limp and felt the warmth and comfort emanating from the body around him. He snuggled in, trying to become as small as possible, like a pup looking for its mother. He opened his eyes slightly, the darkness had lifted but a thick fog still surrounded his vision. \"Institute, the Vatican Institute for the Gifted. I can\'t go back, I can\'t\" he whispered. He never liked saying the name of that hellish place. After all, who would ever think such a well recommended and respectable school actually is the makings for never ending nightmares for people like Serya and others that were sent there to study their \'gifts\'. He felt a haziness enter his mind that he recognized as sleep. How long had it been since he\'d slept? He'd lost count so long ago and he was very comfortable. \"Don't let them take me back\" was his final plea before a sleep born of fear and excessive physical and mental stress took him.
He looked down the sleeping kid in his arms, words ringing in his ears. Before he realized it a soft whisper came from his lips \"I won\'t."
well there\'s the first chapter! i got more waiting to be posted but unless i get lot\'s of reviews i\'m not continuing. mwahahahahahaha!!! *sky darkens, thunder crashes, world ends but it was actually just someone turning off the light* oh and one last reminder...FLAMES ARE NOT ACCEPTED AND WILL BE USED TO BURN DOWN SCHOOLS, HOMEWORK, TEACHERS, AND/OR PREPS!!!