D. N. Angel Fan Fiction / Demon Diary Fan Fiction ❯ Angelic Reverie ❯ Chapter 1 : A Reverie ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

His nose tickled a little bit. He felt like he wanted to sneeze, but he couldn't. A variety of different smells drifted past him- first a sweet lavender, then a hint of cinnamon. Where was he? Dark let out an almost silent groan as he shifted his body a little. He felt satin beneath him and it confused him, slightly. In all reality, he was actually extremely comfortable, but, whose bed was he on.

"Good morning. I see you finally decided to grace me with your presence."

That voice. It was so familiar. Then, he remembered what happened before he blacked out. He remembered the fight and all that had happened. He remembered Krayon… saving him.

"Why did you rescue me…?" His question came wearily and half forced as those amethyst eyes unveiled to the world.

The bed moved, his right side sinking a bit lower- a sign that the blonde demon had taken a seat on the very same bed next to him.

"I told you. Did you honestly think I was about to allow your body parts to scatter across the street? That'd be rather messy and I wouldn't desire to be the one to blame, as much as I enjoy chaos…"

It didn't make sense to him. A hand rose to brush some of the sodden violet bangs out of his face. His shoulder… it still hurt so badly. Dark moved to sit up, with quite a bit of effort, only to find that his shirt had been removed, a few bandages placed, rather skillfully, across his torso.

"You're left wing seems a bit tattered, though I don't believe that it's broken. I wouldn't be exerting yourself too much, though."

Those shining eyes landed on the Demon Lord and locked there. It was almost as though, by staring at him, Dark would find the answers to all the questions he'd asked and had been left with them unanswered.

Krayon's eyes caught his own, a calm baby blue clashing with that dark violet gaze. A quiet laugh came to his lips.

"I know, I know… I'm a wonderful sight to stare at, aren't I?"

"I… wasn't... I-I…" Why was Dark's voice so flustered? He wouldn't deny the fact that Krayon was positively gorgeous, especially setting next to him in his current state.

Dark's disability to speak properly only boosted Krayon's ego a little more. Another haughty chuckle and he stood from his seat, stepping, lightly, across the rather ornamental bedroom.

The room was enormous. Almost Victorian. A cathedral ceiling with Renaissance-style paintings covering it, hung over walls that were draped in a deep burgundy velvet, all lined with golden trim. The very canopy bed that he was resting on covered about half of the room, though there was still much space to spare. One wall held portraits of people Dark was incapable of identifying, while the other was covered by a giant mirror that made the room appear even bigger than it actually was (which was probably the intention). The side of the bedroom opposite of the bed itself was made of large windows. Some were stained glass near the tops while they overlooked what Dark assumed to be the lands that this `Demon Lord' ruled over.

"Beautiful, is it not?"

Dark turned to that reappearing voice, seeing Krayon standing next to the bed again, looking out towards the very windows he'd been admiring.

"Everything I rule and own is beautiful. I enjoy things that are pleasing to the eye. If it doesn't carry beauty, then it does not appeal to me." Twin blue orbs moved and focused back down at the black-winged boy. "And you should take that as a compliment. If I didn't find you entrancing, I'd have not brought you here, let alone allowed you to rest on my bed."

Dark could have sworn he felt he mouth open and his jaw drop a little. Was this demon flirting with him? Or was it merely `just a compliment.' Either way, he was getting a little nervous (which was entirely unusual for thief).

"Maybe... I should be heading back now."

The words must have brought Lord Krayon back to his sense, because he blinked and grinned.

"Of course. I'm sure this must not be something you're used to."

"It's… not that. It's just…" What had he wanted to say? Dark tore his eyes from the blonde man. "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Think nothing of it, mate." Krayon stepped over and placed a hand on Dark's head, ever so casually, as his eyes closed.

Dark couldn't begin to describe the feeling he had after that. Almost as if by reflex, he shut his eyes. He felt cold, but it wasn't your every day weather type of cold. It ran all the way through his body and even made his ears ring. He was about to flail his arms and push the Demon Lord away, when his eyes opened yet again. He was in his bed, blankets curled around his body. Had the whole evening been a dream? Dark let out a sigh of relief and sank into his mattress a little more. A sharp pain in his shoulder caused his hand to fly up and hold onto it, and to his shock, his fingertips landed on bandaged skin. Suddenly, he felt a little queasy…