D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Shiroi Kokoro, Kuroi Kokoro ❯ Black Feathers ( Chapter 1 )

 

Masako slowly opened her silver eyes. They quickly adjusted to the darkness of the room, but everything was still a little blurry. The soot from the fireplace clogged up her throat, and she coughed and sputtered to regain her breath. Once she could manage some strangled breaths again, she crawled out of the fireplace, leaving a trail of blood from the wound in her back behind her. She gathered as much energy as she could and said one word:

 

“Enro.”

 

Automatically, a foot-tall man with gray hair wearing a suit with a tailcoat appeared next to her. He turned to look at Masako. He smiled wryly, shaking his head, and said,

 

“Going around with a bullet stuck through your heart is no way to treat yourself, Miss! You should take better care of yourself! Even though you are immortal, you still loose blood, you know!”

 

Then he waved his hand over her back and took the bullet out of her heart. With another wave of his hand, a bandage appeared over the hole in her back.

 

“Now, the bullet is gone, but the wound will still take some time to heal. I suggest you don't go very far, and save your energy to face them if they find you. Good day, Miss.” he said, and with a bow, the man disappeared.

 

Masako tried to get up, but she didn't have enough energy, and ended up falling back to the floor.

 

Damn the old man, he's right! She thought. As usual.

 

Then she noticed the open door. She clawed her way across the floor to the nearby doorway. Just as she was about to shut it, she saw a sight that made her open it again. A large pair of black wings.

 

The first thing that came to her mind was another like her.

 

That's ridiculous! she tried to convince herself. It's probably just a mirror.

 

But the more she thought about it, the more she was convinced that it wasn't a mirror. The figure in possession of the wings was much bigger than her, and had a more manly structure. Besides, the person was standing up, and she was crouching on the ground.

 

Holy shit! It's another one! She thought. I never thought this would be true, but I've got competition!

 

“Enro!” she said. This time her voice was much stronger, but she was whispering, for fear of disturbing the other person.

 

Enro appeared next to her. “You called, Miss?”

 

“Yea. Stop the formalities. It really bugs me,” she said, with an attitude.

 

“I see you've gained back your energy,” he said sarcastically, but without changing his proper stance.

 

“That's besides the point,” Masako said, taking on a serious tone. “You know how you told me that I'm the only one of my kind?”

 

“I do recall saying that,” Enro said, stroking his chin.

 

“Well, if you're so sure about that, why don't you take a look over there?!” she snapped, pointing through the doorway and at the figure. However, there was no one where she was pointing.

 

“I don't see anyone over there,” Enro said, loosing patience, “and I'm quite sure there are no more of your kind anywhere on this planet! Now I must be going, Miss, because I'm rather busy with the other Miss's laundry! Good day, Miss!” With that, he was gone.

 

“But- but I-” Masako stuttered, as Enro disappeared. She looked around the doorway for the other person, but they were nowhere in sight. “Damn them and their speed!” she muttered under her breath.

 

“Now, I wouldn't say that!” came a deep voice from behind her.

 

Masako looked up. Standing behind her was the tall figure she had seen before-- or at least she thought. The wings were gone.

 

“Who the hell are you?” she asked him.

 

“I should be asking you that! After all, you're the one in my way!” he said, a smirk forming on his face.

 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?! I'm not getting in anybody's damn way unless I'm getting revenge! And I don't think I'm getting revenge now, am I?!?” Masako shouted. Then she slumped onto the ground, gasping for breath. “Damn cops with their damn bullets!” she muttered.

 

He raised an eyebrow. “Bullets?”

 

Masako sighed. “I was…well…running away from them…when I fell into the chimney of this house,” she said, gasping for breath. “I…got shot…and that's why I went down.” And if they hadn't shot me, I wouldn't be dying from lack of breath! Damn immortality! Why can't it be invincibility instead?! It would be a lot more useful! “And now I can't breathe! Damn cops!” she said, in a burst of outrage. Then she dropped her head to the floor and concentrated on breathing. She curled up in a ball, showing him a rip in her shabby black dress, which revealed the bandage over her wound.

 

“You got shot in the back? How are you living? Didn't it hit your heart?” he said, in awe of her survival.

 

“You idiot! Why do you think I'm so mad? I can't even breathe until this stupid thing heals!” she said, breathing deeply, but not as out of breath as before.

 

It's damn lucky that Enro gave me that potion for quick healing! Too bad the idiot can't heal it for me. She thought.

 

Just then, they heard footsteps in the hall. The footsteps came right outside the door, then fell silent.

 

Both pairs of eyes snapped to the door. After a tense moment, the figure looked back down at her.

 

“Well, I'd love to stick around and chat, but I can't! Gotta fly!” he said. “Wiz!” he shouted, and his pair of wings appeared, and attached to his back. With that, the figure flew into the fireplace and up the chimney.

 

Masako clunked her head down on the floor. Just then, she heard the door swing the rest of the way. Please, don't be them! Please! She thought desperately, as the footsteps got closer. She didn't look up, for fear it really was them. But it only sounded like one person, and that didn't seem like something they would do, knowing why they were trying to kill her…

 

The footsteps stopped. She felt the person's eyes on her. The person bent down close to her…

 

“I never knew you had this much of a feminine side…” the person pinned her down by her shoulders, “…Dark!”

 

“Holy shit that hurts! Get the hell off of me!” Masako shouted, after she was forced onto her back, and her still-healing wound.

 

The boy standing over her looked at her with surprise. “One of Dark's groupies, no doubt.” He muttered. Then he bent his face really close to her. “Where is he?” he asked.

 

Masako drove her fist right into his face. He fell backwards with the blow. “I don't know who the hell you're talking about, but I suggest you get your sorry little ass out of here, before I have to kill you!” she shouted, gaining more and more anger- and breath- by the second.

 

He got right back up and drove his fist at her face, but she rolled out of the way just in time. “Don't you dare talk to me like that!” Then he picked her up by the collar of her dress. “Now tell me where he is!” he said, shaking her.

 

“If you mean the guy who was just in here, it's a little too late. He left.” She said, letting him shake her. “But I suggest you put me down!”

 

“Or what?” the boy said, dropping her as other policemen entered the room and surrounded them.

 

`No! Don't kill him! Don't kill! I don't want any more people to die!' A desperate cry shot through Masako's head.

 

Fine. I'll be nice, just this once. But I warn you, next time someone bitches at me like this, I will kill them! Masako thought back.

 

“Here's a deal. I'll give you one chance. I'll demonstrate on someone else, and if you don't back off, I'll kill you too. All of you,” she added, looking around at all the smug-looking policemen around her.

 

“Go on. Give it your best shot,” the boy said, shoving one of the policemen forward. The policeman got into a fighting position.

 

Masako simply placed two fingers lightly on his forehead. Three…two…one… she counted in her mind. Then the policeman's head exploded. It literally blew into smithereens.

 

“Anyone else care to try?” Masako asked.

 

All the policemen ran away.

 

The boy was the last to leave. “You're connected to Dark somehow. I know you are. And when I find out how, I'll have you locked up before you can say a word!” he said, before following the others.

 

And it's proof that I win every time! She thought, smirking, rolling her eyes at the boy's last words, not caring what the heck he meant by it. But his face stuck in her mind for the rest of the night, though she didn't know why.

 

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Masako stumbled out the back door of the house and scanned the skies for glimpses of the helicopters. Luckily, they were nowhere in sight. But she knew she still had to be careful. She could still hear the blades cut through the air. She crept across the wide lawn of the house, careful to stay in the house's shadow, then quickly shuttled over the fence and ducked into the bushes on the other side. She dived between bushes and trees, staying hidden all the time, until the sound of the choppers was deafening.

 

And then she saw it. Not too far from the house there was a huge crowd of people, with reporters and searchlights and everything. There was a huge amount of noise. But that wasn't what Masako was looking at; she was staring up in the sky, where two of the choppers were eerily lit in the searchlights, pointing towards each other. That could only mean one thing.

 

They think they have me, Masako thought.

 

She stood there for a moment, just watching, then decided to take action. I can't believe I'm doing this…she thought, as she spread out her wings and took to the skies. She flew silently in the shadows until she could see who was in between the choppers. There was the dark figure she had seen before. Now that he was lit by the searchlights, she could see that he had longish purple hair and was wearing a snappy leather outfit. She rolled her eyes. I still can't believe I'm doing this. She took a deep breath, rose up in the air, focused on her target, and dove.

 

Masako whammed into him, forcing him downward just in time. The helicopters fired, but instead of hitting the intended target, which had disappeared, they hit each other, causing a massive explosion. Watching the explosion as if it were fireworks, Masako smirked. They never learn, do they? she thought.

 

Then she looked back to where her rescuee was, but he was nowhere in site. Where did he- she thought. Why I oughta- She spotted a short teen with spiky red hair on the ground below, looking thoroughly dazed, with a white rabbit lying on him, but didn't really pay him much attention as she dove back into the bushes incase the copters had reinforcements. She began her hidden voyage again, only this time, she kept an eye out for the mysterious man as she went.

 

All of the sudden, she stopped short. She had just made the connection. Her recent memory told her that the boy with red hair had also been wearing a leather outfit. She ran back to where he had been, her mind racing as she put the final pieces together and figured out just how creepily alike she and the man she had saved were.

 

When she got there, the boy was nowhere in site. However, with her extremely good night vision, she found a small pile of white hairs on the ground near where the boy had landed. She was in luck; the rabbit was shedding.

 

Masako followed the trail of white hairs. This would've been easy, if it hadn't been for some extensive gaps where it seemed that the rabbit was riding on the boy. Luckily, she picked up the trails again easily. After a long chase of white hairs that seemed to be leading nowhere, she finally made it to the front door of a house. She knocked.

 

“Coming!” came a painfully cheerful but motherly voice. The door opened, and there stood a woman with short brown hair and deep red eyes. Her eyes fell to Masako and narrowed. “What're you here for?” she said, her voice suddenly icy.

 

“I'm here to warn him…” Masako said, trying to get past her.

 

“Who?” the woman said, spreading herself out so she took up the entire doorway.

 

“The man with wings,” she said, shoving the woman aside. “I need to warn him…” And before the woman could stop her, Masako had run up the stairs, following the trail of white hairs to the room at the end of the hall. She burst in to see the boy with red hair in his pajamas, sitting at his desk and bending over what appeared to be procrastinated homework. He whipped around and his eyes widened. He rose out of his chair and stuttered in a voice that fit his appearance, “Wh-what do you want?”

 

“Warn him.” Masako said sternly. “The man with wings…warn him. Tell him not to fly the skies of night; it's not safe until they know I've gone.”

 

“I- I don't-”

 

“Yes you do,” she interrupted. “Just warn him.” Then she turned to leave. But she couldn't; the woman was standing in the way.

 

“You're not going anywhere,” she said, then took Masako by the arm and brought her down to the kitchen. “Sit,” she demanded, pointing to a chair. Masako obeyed, hoping that she could stall until morning, when she would be unrecognizable to the police.

 

“Now, I have a feeling you know way more than you should about our family,” the woman said, “and I'm not sure I can trust you. There's only one way to change that.”

 

If it comes down to this… Masako sighed. “Ok. But I don't want anyone, even the rest of the family-” she glanced around the kitchen at an old man with spiky gray hair and one that appeared to be this woman's husband with black hair- “to hear any of it, ok?”

 

“Ok,” the woman said, grabbing Masako by the arm again and bringing her down into the dungeon-like basement.

 

I'll tell her everything…

 

`Why? There must be some other way…'

 

If my thoughts are correct, this is a Niwa household…one of them needs to know…

 

~Shiroi kokoro, kuroi kokoro~