Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction ❯ Angel Dust ❯ Red Carpet ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: (hoards) My preeeeecious...

 

AN: Okay, the basics... This is a school drama; I'm deeply apologetic. In addition to the main pairings, will contain Kurai crushin' on Setsuna, Rosiel crushin' on Alexiel (surprised?), and some actual action between Alexiel and Kira. Also, Sara's and Setsuna's folks never split up. Kurai is their childhood friend. Rosiel and Alexiel haven't seen each other since the beginning of middle school. And finally... boys and girls kissing, eeew! Er... But I'm just so used to writing yaoi, nervous grin. This chapter right here probably contains the most heated hentai scene I've ever written... not saying much, trust me. The yuri scares me more, though, but I'll do my best when the time comes I guess, sweatdrop. I, er, like to challenge myself...?

 

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Chapter One: Red Carpet

 

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From the edge of the roof, he could see the world. At least it felt like it, anyway. The cankerous mass of a city sprawled out for untold miles below him. Wind whistled between the buildings in this private world he'd discovered, and threatened to push him off before he was ready.

 

He could really understand, now that he was actually here, why some chose to end their lives in such a fashion. Everybody wishes they could fly...

 

A man down below turned his face up to look at him. It was strange, because he must have been thirty stories high, and yet he could make out that beautiful face perfectly. That incredible hair, which he supposed they both coveted, and that vaguely bored expression that hadn't truly left his face for years and years... Mesmerized, he took one step forward, the longest step in the world...

 

Rosiel...

 

Catch me!

 

Catch me or I'll fall...

 

...

 

Beep. Beep, beep.

 

Hmm... Apparently denying its existence was not enough to make it go away. Beep. Beep, beeeeeeep.

 

Katan thrust a hand out blindly, and by sheer luck managed to knock the alarm clock on to the floor. He moaned, and opted to put his head under the pillow rather than retrieve it. He had a sinking suspicion that suffocating might be better than waking up fully.

 

"Katan! Turn that alarm clock off already! Are you even awake? You're going to be late!"

 

He groaned. Ah, yes... School. He removed the pillow from his head with great reluctance. The first day of senior year...

 

He'd rather go back to dreaming.

 

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Katan and Rosiel had met on their first year of middle school, and had been best friends ever since... or, well, something like that.

 

Katan observed the beautiful boy now from across the classroom he'd just entered; Rosiel was already seated and had not yet noticed him, so he took a moment to take him in. (How did he manage to get around the school hair code for a third year?) (Why does he never tan over the summer?) (Is he even more beautiful than before...?)

 

Rosiel looked up now, and beckoned him with a glowing smile. That smile... Katan knew, had known for years, that the wider Rosiel's smile, the more dangerous his mood...

 

But the funny thing - deadly hilarious, really - about Katan was that he could never say `no' to Rosiel. Katan took the seat next to him.

 

Rosiel didn't say anything, a casual `hello' or otherwise, so Katan didn't say anything either, and watched him draw instead. Rosiel was an ingenious artist. Rosiel was ingenious at everything he did, actually, which was one reason why everyone fawned over him - everyone except Katan, who fawned over him for rather different reasons. His only flaw in the teachers' minds was his tendency towards disturbingly dark subjects. Take this drawing, for instance - and it was a fine example indeed, since it was his favorite doodle - a vision of mindless sci-fi horror, thick wires and blood-soaked gears ripping out from underneath taut skin covering tortured limbs...

 

The bright room gradually filled up with people and voices, but Katan had eyes only for the macabre picture as it unfolded. He wondered pointlessly which of the many facets of Rosiel's madness compelled him to draw this horrible thing over and over again, so often that he was pretty much numb to it anymore...

 

A change in the atmosphere had been tugging on the edges of his nerves, but finally something caught his attention enough to alert him to the fact that the teacher was talking. He also noticed that Rosiel had stopped drawing...

 

Alexi...?

 

“...was originally attending high school in Yokohama, but due to our superior facilities, once her academic abilities were recognized, it was decided that she would transfer here to Tokyo...”

 

Alexiel.

 

He stared for a long moment at the girl at the head of the class. The only visible difference between her and the young man he sat next to would've been the deep dark color of her hair, to anyone else. She wore a small grin, and he followed her eyes to Rosiel's.

 

The whole time the teacher spoke her introduction, the beautiful boy never blinked. He didn't blink once, even when she was told to sit with another group across the room - Setsuna, Sara, and Kurai, Katan thought vaguely. Even when she laughed at something the boy said, he still didn't blink; his eyes only narrowed...

 

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The moment the class was dismissed, Rosiel was by her side. The group she'd been sitting with dispersed, and Katan meandered toward the two at a more leisurely pace, watching his feet.

 

Rosiel stared at her for a long moment. “I missed you too,” she teased him, breaking the spell part-way.

 

“How...?” he murmured.

 

She shrugged. “What sensei said. This is supposed to be a way better school.” She grinned. “But guess what? I'm not living with mom anymore; I saved up enough money to start renting an apartment up here. She didn't care. I would've written you all about it, but I couldn't find your address... Isn't it great?”

 

Rosiel reached out to touch her, perhaps to hug her, at least to see if she was real, but she'd already started toward the door without waiting for a reply. “Come on, I don't want to be late! Where's the English class?”

 

Katan, following behind, wished he didn't have to look, but his eyes were drawn helplessly upward. Slowly they went from his feet to their feet... Rosiel had fallen in synch with her. Further up... his hand, close enough to grasp hers, and from the way it was clenching and uncurling, over and over, Katan knew Rosiel was well aware of it.

 

And finally, his face. Katan could see it in profile, because he inclined it towards Alexiel to speak to her. Flushed skin, eyes locked on her, eloquent words tumbling from clumsy lips just a little too fast...

 

Katan sighed, dug his fists deep into his pockets, and returned his gaze to the floor.

 

The twins came to a stop, and Rosiel frowned up at the number over the doorway next to them. His next class was Chemistry... Alexiel smiled at him, but then she glanced into the room and smiled wider. “Well, I guess you've got to go. I'll have to introduce you sometime, though - you see him?” She chuckled. “The mean-looking one, over there? That's Kira Sakuya - my boyfriend.”

 

While she went on about the luck of them both managing to get approved for a transfer, Rosiel studied the black-haired man with another unblinking stare. Katan watched, unobserved, with wide yet emotionless eyes.

 

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That evening, Alexiel and Kira lay together on the couch in front of the TV, but the volume was low, and they both stared at the screen without seeing. Kira played with Alexiel's hair.

 

“Are you happy?”

 

She smiled. “Very. I made some friends already.” She laughed softly, shaking her head. “But did you see him? He always was jealous of my hair when we were little... God, it's been so long! I missed him so-”

 

“I don't like him,” Kira muttered. Deft fingers worked dark hair into tiny braids and picked them out again. “He looked... cruel. A little nuts. And cold.” He smirked. “Colder than you. Must run in the family.”

 

She smirked too. “More than me, really? I need to try harder.”

 

Then the hands in her hair were tipping her head back, a touch unkindly, and sensitive flesh met flesh. Alexiel sighed into the kiss, and fisted her fingers with equal roughness in Kira's hair. Kira never did like to talk for long, but that was okay, since she thought the best thing about him was the way he kissed, too.

 

She reveled in the heat of his tongue in her mouth, reveled in the sinful heat already growing between her legs. When he tried to reach a hand up her shirt, she struggled, so that they wound up in a heap on the floor. He bit her neck; she raked her nails over his back. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her, and touched her breast; she kicked him in the shin hard enough to make him hiss. Never-mind the way she moaned and arched against his hand...

 

The moment he let go of her wrists to bury his fingers in her hair again, however, she pushed him away, and stood while dusting herself off before he could recover from his startlement enough to pull her back. “Not tonight,” she said simply, smiled, and left the room.

 

Kira stared after her, or after her swaying hips.

 

Alexiel went to her room, shutting the door firmly behind her. She tidied up a bit, repacked her school bag for tomorrow, and polished off her homework. Then she picked out a pair of pajamas, got undressed, and stepped into the adjacent bathroom. She turned the water on to hot and got in once it'd warmed up a bit, closing her eyes and tipping her head back to soak her hair. And when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind, she smiled, small and mysterious and grim.

 

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Kurai had a plan, really she did. The only problem was that, now that she was in a position to carry it out, she wasn't sure if she could.

 

She had decided it couldn't wait any longer pretty much the first time that bitch Alexiel laughed, at one of Setsuna's dumb jokes no less. She'd been waiting all day for an opportunity, but it seemed that none were going to present themselves now that she finally wanted them to, so in the end she had to make her own, by pretty much inviting herself over to a homework session with Sara and Setsuna. They'd been at it - and she'd been busily complaining of being hungry - for half an hour before Sara had wandered out with the vague goal of getting `some snacks, or maybe some tea?'

 

And now there they were - blindingly, painfully alone together. Well, `blindingly' and `painfully' to her, anyway; Setsuna appeared to be blissfully unaware. He seemed to be that way about most things, Kurai reflected, and tried to muster some courage.

 

“S...”

 

He glanced across the table at her, and blinked. “What was that?”

 

She stared at him in horror. Where had that come from? And she hadn't even managed to get out the first syllable! And, and, now she'd attracted his attention, dammit! “Um...” Her palms were sweating... “S-Setsuna?” He blinked again, frowning lightly now. “Do - Do you like me?-!”

 

“...Sure?” he said uneasily, and tried for a light laugh.

 

She moaned in frustration. “No - you - ugh, you know what I mean!”

 

And in finest tradition of coincidences, crash.

 

Sara stood in the doorway with a line of tea spreading down the bottom of her dress - the rest was spreading across the floor out of shattered cups - and her hands clasped over her mouth, looking for all the world as if she'd just stumbled upon a corpse. They gawped at her, and she hurriedly dropped her hands from over her mouth to over her heart.

 

“Ah... I can't believe I'm so clumsy! I'll go get something... clean it...” She smiled, and fled.

 

Setsuna jumped up, only to be jerked back by a hand at his elbow. Kurai said nothing, but merely looked at him with a shocked, hurt expression; he grinned helplessly.

 

“I'm sorry, but can we talk about this later? I know... it's important to you...” He vaulted easily over the broken china, and was gone.

 

After a long, long time, Kurai got up and followed him. She did not, however, go into the room with the softly murmuring voices; in spite of the bitter wind she knew awaited her, she made a beeline for the door. As she made her way to her house, she kicked up leaves in the street, and muttered under her breath, “Damn bitch...”

 

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AN: Eh... I want chocolate, dammit. But I'll settle for reviews :) If you have a question, or multiple questions even, don't be shy; it confuses me too -.-;;