Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction ❯ Lamentations ❯ The Day After X Revelations ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kurayami Ryuu 
Anime/Manga: Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 968 | Visits: 365 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 968 | Visits: 365 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I'm hungry! I want... cheese! All the cheese in this house is moldy! Oh, wait, diclaimer...? Angel Sanctuary ain't mine :P
AN: Ah, and at last this long-winded and tiring story reaches its conclusion... X.x Ack, I better not jinx myself! LOL... But, yes, the end. Like I said, short! It's strange, because I practically wrote this thing backwards. This was written sometime near the beginning of chaper two... o.o;; I'm not always this weird, honest... But, hey, I'm so proud coffvaincoff! I wrote this whole thing in just two days! That's the third time I've done something like this. Hmm, that means that, judging from the other two times... this story probably sucks T.T Anyhow... All questions will finally be answered! Assuming I can remember what they all were! XD
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The Day After X Revelations
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"It was not worth the risk."
It was surreal. The way the creature acted, he would have expected a small brave smile, or some sort of rightous joy in his voice at giving his life for such a cause. But actually the words were said in monotone, a statement of fact, and his face was blank. The creature couldn't really understand the concept of dramatic death, Rosiel supposed. Cords writhed out of the wound where blood should have been...
The most beautiful angel in Heaven threw back his head and laughed, and cried, as the world faded to black.
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The most beautiful angel in Heaven sat bolt upright in bed, feeling feverish, and discovered that he was screaming. He shut his mouth abruptly; what an undiginified thing to do...
Katan...
He stared around the room blearily. His room... these were... not the clothes he'd been wearing... Memories attempted to enter his mind, and were shocked to find the space already occupied. A red medicine bottle on the bedside table. He felt a bit weak. He also felt overly warm, and yet the window was shut and he was nearly drowned in blankets. A posioning attempt... a high fever... Something was trying very hard to convince him that he'd been sick, and it was winning.
A dream? Oh, God...
No, that wasn't possible. It had been so long. Too real. But... He forced his eyes to focus on an elegant desk planner that sat next to the medicine bottle. If this alternate set of memories proved trustworthy, then apparently he'd been unconcious for over a week. And those in the grips of a fever often had strange dreams...
He laughed, and it had an edge of hysteria to it. Sure, blame it on the fever. That was the thing to do. Because otherwise he'd have to actually admit to himself that he'd had such a... sinful dream...
The most beautiful angel in Heaven? He laughed, until tears came to his eyes. The most impure sinner in Heaven. Right now his life could be hanging on whether he'd happened to cry out anything intelligable in his sleep. Stay away... Stay away from me, Katan, at all costs...
As if summoned, there was a sudden and frantic knocking on the door. When he didn't answer right away, none other than Katan came bursting in, looking rather more than a little concerned. "Lord Rosiel, y-you're awake! Are you alright? I heard a-"
He scowled at the cherub, even while he was marveling at the fact that he could do such an imperfect, alive thing as stutter. "Of course I'm alright!" Then he looked down at his hands. "Forgive me, Katan. I had a... disagreable dream."
Katan smiled slightly, and it was such a real smile, too... "Well, I'm glad you're awake, in any case. Is there anything you need?"
He stared at the man for a moment, and then lay back again and frowned at the ceiling. He had never noticed, but the way he said that phrase, the delicate inflections of his voice, was different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He had missed him... that was... bad... sin... sin... He needed him... to be far away. Yes. There was an easy way to do that, but he wasn't sure, now, if even he could do it. "Katan? Why is it that you refuse to swallow my chip?"
He frowned in the vaugly dissaproving way that Rosiel felt as if he hadn't seen in ages. Now that he thought about it, no matter how much he'd voiced his dissaproval, Katan had always done nearly everything he'd asked - except for this one thing, of course... "Because it would kill me. Maybe it wouldn't seem that way to you, but it would. I've told you-"
He smiled, barely detectable. "Right answer. Dismissed."
AN: So? Are you disapointed now?
Thatz: (facefault) YES!
Author: Hey, how'd you get out of the closet?! (locks Thatz back in closet) Okay... I hope no one is disapointed. When I write stories like this it seems like there's always one or two people who are. But I'm not, for a change, so maybe no one else is? I can dream, right? LOL... Hey, at least Katan-kun lived! And you know what? ...I still don't have book five T.T The injustice! But you can make me feel all better by R&R-ing... ;)
AN: Ah, and at last this long-winded and tiring story reaches its conclusion... X.x Ack, I better not jinx myself! LOL... But, yes, the end. Like I said, short! It's strange, because I practically wrote this thing backwards. This was written sometime near the beginning of chaper two... o.o;; I'm not always this weird, honest... But, hey, I'm so proud coffvaincoff! I wrote this whole thing in just two days! That's the third time I've done something like this. Hmm, that means that, judging from the other two times... this story probably sucks T.T Anyhow... All questions will finally be answered! Assuming I can remember what they all were! XD
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The Day After X Revelations
o)(o)(o
"It was not worth the risk."
It was surreal. The way the creature acted, he would have expected a small brave smile, or some sort of rightous joy in his voice at giving his life for such a cause. But actually the words were said in monotone, a statement of fact, and his face was blank. The creature couldn't really understand the concept of dramatic death, Rosiel supposed. Cords writhed out of the wound where blood should have been...
The most beautiful angel in Heaven threw back his head and laughed, and cried, as the world faded to black.
o)(o)(o
The most beautiful angel in Heaven sat bolt upright in bed, feeling feverish, and discovered that he was screaming. He shut his mouth abruptly; what an undiginified thing to do...
Katan...
He stared around the room blearily. His room... these were... not the clothes he'd been wearing... Memories attempted to enter his mind, and were shocked to find the space already occupied. A red medicine bottle on the bedside table. He felt a bit weak. He also felt overly warm, and yet the window was shut and he was nearly drowned in blankets. A posioning attempt... a high fever... Something was trying very hard to convince him that he'd been sick, and it was winning.
A dream? Oh, God...
No, that wasn't possible. It had been so long. Too real. But... He forced his eyes to focus on an elegant desk planner that sat next to the medicine bottle. If this alternate set of memories proved trustworthy, then apparently he'd been unconcious for over a week. And those in the grips of a fever often had strange dreams...
He laughed, and it had an edge of hysteria to it. Sure, blame it on the fever. That was the thing to do. Because otherwise he'd have to actually admit to himself that he'd had such a... sinful dream...
The most beautiful angel in Heaven? He laughed, until tears came to his eyes. The most impure sinner in Heaven. Right now his life could be hanging on whether he'd happened to cry out anything intelligable in his sleep. Stay away... Stay away from me, Katan, at all costs...
As if summoned, there was a sudden and frantic knocking on the door. When he didn't answer right away, none other than Katan came bursting in, looking rather more than a little concerned. "Lord Rosiel, y-you're awake! Are you alright? I heard a-"
He scowled at the cherub, even while he was marveling at the fact that he could do such an imperfect, alive thing as stutter. "Of course I'm alright!" Then he looked down at his hands. "Forgive me, Katan. I had a... disagreable dream."
Katan smiled slightly, and it was such a real smile, too... "Well, I'm glad you're awake, in any case. Is there anything you need?"
He stared at the man for a moment, and then lay back again and frowned at the ceiling. He had never noticed, but the way he said that phrase, the delicate inflections of his voice, was different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He had missed him... that was... bad... sin... sin... He needed him... to be far away. Yes. There was an easy way to do that, but he wasn't sure, now, if even he could do it. "Katan? Why is it that you refuse to swallow my chip?"
He frowned in the vaugly dissaproving way that Rosiel felt as if he hadn't seen in ages. Now that he thought about it, no matter how much he'd voiced his dissaproval, Katan had always done nearly everything he'd asked - except for this one thing, of course... "Because it would kill me. Maybe it wouldn't seem that way to you, but it would. I've told you-"
He smiled, barely detectable. "Right answer. Dismissed."
Owari
o)(o)(oAN: So? Are you disapointed now?
Thatz: (facefault) YES!
Author: Hey, how'd you get out of the closet?! (locks Thatz back in closet) Okay... I hope no one is disapointed. When I write stories like this it seems like there's always one or two people who are. But I'm not, for a change, so maybe no one else is? I can dream, right? LOL... Hey, at least Katan-kun lived! And you know what? ...I still don't have book five T.T The injustice! But you can make me feel all better by R&R-ing... ;)