Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Light Meets Darkness ❯ Chaotic Mind ( Chapter 12 )
Light Meets Darkness
The Chaotic Mind
Warnings: Same as always. Yaoi, blood, gore. You all know the risks early on and if you can't handle the thoughts of sexuality among males and the spilling of blood then please hit the back button.
Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss Kreuz. <Pouts in far corner>
Author's note: Yeah! My birthday was this Monday! *Runs around squealing in delight*
Oh! Special little note for all readers! After 'Light Meets Darkness' is finished, I have another fic that I will be doing starring the same pairings. It was the original version as to how I had planned to do 'Light Meets Darkness', but I changed my mind through writing the story. The other story goes by the name 'Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down'. This is an alternate story to what I had originally planned to do for my story, 'Light Meets Darkness'. How Ken has come around to have the abilities that he shares in 'Light Meets Darkness' will be explained later. However, there will be no Geist, Dameon, or any of the other original characters mentioned in my other story, sadly. However, there will be one original character that may possibly make up for that sad note, an individual perhaps far worse than Geist could have ever hoped to be.
But again, you won't be seeing the story until 'Light Meets Darkness' is finally completed. ^__^ I know, I'm so cruel.
However, at the end of this chapter, I will insert a small portion of the first chapter that I started, so that you will get a feel as to what direction the story will possibly take. I know, I'm so evil to tease you in this manner, but hey, my pen name does have the term 'chaos' mentioned, and I seem to thrive well off of that word. ^__^
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"Geist…."
Geist shivered at the cold sensation that ran up his spine from that familiar voice, the cold bite of power similar to cruel fingers running along his skin. He turned away from the fireplace, the orange and yellow light from the flames spilling harsh color along his pale face. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, a loose white shirt and white slacks merely accenting the harsh black marks upon his face and the lifeless white color of his hair.
"Wut." Geist answered, cautiously watching the demon stride into the room, the creature's younger brother trailing behind him nursing the dark bruises along his face that his older brother's cruel hands had elicited.
Wut smirked at Geist's hesitancy, dropping down to sit casually within a lush armchair, propping his elbow on top of the arm of the chair so that his chin rested against his curled hand. "You're not happy to see me." It wasn't a question, more that of a bland observation.
Geist scowled at the demon, not deigning to answer the creature's speculation.
Wut grinned darkly at the pale figure in front of him, enjoying his little game of the snake teasing the harried mouse. "You are a fool." He said calmly.
"What-" Geist began angrily.
Wut tsked at the man's fury. "You have no concept of planning. You attack both the assassins' home base and their base of operations, yet all you do is merely add a shapeshifter to their numbers. All this for the little angel." Wut glanced through his bangs at the man in front of him shaking in fury. "Is the angel worth so much, Geist?"
Geist's scowl seemed to be permanently etched across his face. "Don't even consider it, Wut-"
Wut huffed indignantly, flicking his wrist towards Geist in a motion of dismissal. "Spare me your threats."
"I could put you back in your cage for another twenty years." Geist warned.
Wut's smile was hardly pleasant. "Big talk for such a little man. You seem to forget that I escaped briefly when my twenty year sentence was barely halfway done."
"How could I forget." Geist muttered angrily. "You interfered with my careful plans. I could have acquired Ken when he was around ten years old. I could have used that time to wipe his memories permanently at set him securely within a life by my side-"
"My, you do whine so eloquently." Wut interrupted, tilted his head at the furious man. "Are you still mad that I murdered the angel's parents?" The silence following his question was deafening.
"Wut-" Blut cautioned his brother warily, knowing that the man was purposely overstepping his bounds.
"Fool!" Geist howled, hands fisting at his sides, furious at the demon's lack of caring. "Do not dare bring that up again!"
Wut's gaze darkened and he rose to his feet, hair spilling across his shoulders like damp tendrils of blood across the morbid shade of his black uniform. "You dare to threaten me three times. Three strikes, you're out." Wut grinned nastily, sharp teeth bared, a thin trail of saliva adding a bright shine across sharp wolf-like teeth.
"You are the fool."
Wut moved so fast that Geist didn't have the chance to dodge.
Blut almost didn't manage to turn his head away when a hot splash of blood sprayed across the front of his uniform painting it an even deeper shade of red. A half a second was wasted while he tried to figure out where the blood had come from, his hands damp from the dripping red essence across his shirt.
Geist's mouth opened in a soundless scream, a red-drenched hand clutching the top of the gaping wound across his chest, the cut so wide and deep it almost looked like a second mouth. His face appeared even paler then normal from the shock of seeing his blood spill so easily out of his body. Geist collapsed onto his knees, hands desperately trying to stop the thick splatters of blood that escaped from between his fingers and fell upon the floor.
Wut chuckled, his tongue flicking out to run across the fingertips of his right hand, cleaning off the blood and gore that coated his talon-like nails and fingers.
"Bitter…" Wut hissed dispassionately, ignoring the bleeding form crouched in front of him. "Your blood is hardly worth the effort of cutting you open." Wut dropped down onto his knees in front of the fallen man, calmly thrusting his hands forward to shove the man onto his back, hands effortlessly holding the man down with their strong grip upon his shoulders.
Geist's mouth opened and closed painfully, blood pouring out and trickling down his chin. While he could not attain his voice, his eyes bespoke of his horror, fear, and denial that the demon would betray him in such a manner. The pain was beyond anything he had ever experienced during his long life, body writhing in agony at the slow burning and ripping sensation across his chest. "P-please..ki-kil-kill…me..ee…" He begged.
"No no no…" Wut shook his head vigorously, admonishing the fallen man's request.
"Don't you know anything, little man?"
Wut leaned close so that his mouth hovered near Geist's ear, enjoying the small moan of pain from the form beneath him as his fingertips traced the torn wound across Geist's chest, torturing the ripped nerve-endings and the sensitive torn skin.
Wut splayed his hand across Geist's heaving chest, sliding his hand up and down while his nails easily tore the shirt to shreds. He trailed sharp nails across the pale skin coated in a fine sheen of cold sweat, nails raising faint red welts across the pale skin.
"Fresh meat is best eaten when the meal is still warm and breathing." Wut pulled away, grinning down at the man's fearful eyes, red eyes flashing as his face began to shift into that of his demon form, skin pulled taut against his cheek bones, serpent-like tongue flicking out to trace across his lips.
Blut stayed where he was as short screams and the ripping and tearing of flesh filled the room, his gaze blank as he observed his brother shed his mortal skin and reveal to Geist his true demon nature.
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Feuer barely avoided stumbling as he was almost dragged behind Winter, the taller man dressed in silver and ice blue running through the hallways pulling the shorter man dressed in a burgundy shirt and tan-colored slacks. "Winter, please!" The shorter man begged, barely able to keep up with his lover.
"We can't stop." Winter barked, turning into another hallway, cursing as he could not seem to find the way out of this hellhole.
They both had heard Geist's screams and had instantly fled when Geist's life had eventually been snuffed out, both men sensing that an even bigger threat was now hovering around them.
While Winter did not personally care if Geist lived or died, the ice demon was wise enough to know that Geist was the lesser of evils compared to Blut's older brother. With Geist being dead, Wut now had full run and control of their ex-leader's fortress.
That kind of power almost made Wut virtually unstoppable.
And Winter would die before he even considered leaving Feuer in such a place while Wut was in full control.
Feuer bit his lip painfully as he managed to force his legs to keep moving, knowing his lover wouldn't leave him behind yet not wanting to slow the long-haired man down any further. They moved swiftly and quietly through the hallways, away from where the screams had once originated.
Feuer opened his mouth to say something to his lover but whatever he was going to say was muffled when something jerked on his free arm, snapping him away from his lover, a cold hand clamping over his mouth to muffle his scream.
Winter heard Feuer's small sound of surprise, his hand clenching on open air as Feuer was pulled away from him. Winter snarled furiously, whipping around and facing his opponent.
Wut smirked at the enraged ice demon, firmly holding the fire demon against his front, hand still clapped over Feuer's mouth while with his other hand trailed his long nails warningly across Feuer's stretched and exposed neck. Wut's face was splattered with large portions of blood, the redness spreading from his fingertips all the way up to his elbows, Feuer shivering in disgust as he felt the cold dampness pressed against his back from the horrible thickness of blood and gore across the front of Wut's uniform.
The redhead grinned at Winter in amusement, revealing red-coated teeth. "You weren't trying to leave, were you?" Wut asked in feigned curiosity.
Winter snarled, sapphire blue ice forming along his fingertips in the shape of sharp sickle-like talons.
"ah ah ah…" Wut admonished, warningly running a sharp nail across Feuer's right cheek, leaving a scarlet streak in its wake. "Don't make me hurt your pretty lover any further."
Winter slowly called his powers back, not willing to risk his lover's safety.
Wut smiled, knowing he had won the small battle. "I have a little job for the two of you. No more playing around with Weiss and Schwarz. Our prey will bleed today."
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:OW ow ow ow ow ow: Ken's mind whined softly from sore thighs and, ahem, other places, as he finally awoke, the empath barely smothering a groan as his eyes fluttered open. He lifted his head up from the pillow, raising his hand in an effort to rub away the sand at the corner of his eyes. Once gaining his bearings Ken happened to glance around, finding himself in the middle of the bed that he and his lovers shared. The sheets were wrapped around his waist, twisted and rumpled everywhere else, the silent reminder of the night prior bringing a hot flush to Ken's cheeks. He was unable to determine where his paler lover was at the moment, possibly having already left the room once making sure his other lovers were safe and secure during their deep sleep. The brunette glanced down at the redhead nestled against him, the telepath's cheek pressed against Ken's chest, hair spilling out in molten waves of color across the white pillows.
Ken couldn't help but not hold back the small growl of annoyance. Here was his lover, sleeping as if he were some innocent angel, like he was incapable of any negative deed…
Man, did that piss him off.
Ken didn't refrain from grasping his own pillow and soundly whapping the telepath on top of the head.
"OW!" Schuldich yelped, jolted from his deep slumber by the inconsiderate battery from his lover. He stared up incredulously at his brunette lover, scowling as he rubbed the sore spot on top of his forehead. "What was that for?!"
"Don't play innocent, you…" Ken merely finished his sentence by bapping Schuldich on the head once again with the same pillow.
Schuldich rolled away from his irate lover, protecting his head from his lover's attacks. After two failed attempts Schuldich managed to snatch the pillow away from Ken while rolling off of the bed entirely. Without any regard to his lack of clothing Schuldich scowled down at his lover, hands resting on his hips. "What was that about?!"
Ken bared his teeth in annoyance. "You-" He pointed his finger at Schuldich in accusation. "This is all your fault!"
"What are you-oh!" Schuldich smirked when his telepathy finally answered what was on the empath's mind. He leered at the empath, noticing the man's blush at the telepath's nakedness. "A little sore, huh? If I remember correctly, you did seem to enjoy it."
The brunette snarled. "So you remember."
Schuldich huffed indignantly. "Of course I do. It just took a few minutes to regain my memories since I had momentarily been consumed by the shapeshifter blood."
Ken frowned thoughtfully, surprised at how relaxed the telepath was even with his…predicament. "So you…don't mind that you're a shapeshifter now?"
Schuldich sighed, absently running a hand through his long hair. "Well, things are definitely going to change. I'll just have to exercise more control whenever the moon becomes full, and I'll have to learn how to control my heightened abilities. Of course," Schuldich moved so that he was crouched on his hands and knees upon the bed, eyes glowing with a feral light as he purred his next sentence towards his wary lover, "The advantages are quite nice."
Ken scowled at his lover, quickly grasping the bed sheets tangled around his legs and waist, holding them firmly against him even as Schuldich's hands attempted to pry the sheets loose from the empath's grip. "Don't even try it." Ken warned.
Schuldich snickered at the brunette's hesitancy. With amazing speed Schuldich pounced on the empath, tumbling the man onto his back. Ken wrestled with Schuldich in order to keep the sheets wrapped around him, furiously batting at the man's questing hands. The telepath found a way around Ken's protests, though, when one hand skimmed up Ken's thigh and back further, his fingertips tracing along the rim of Ken's entrance.
Ken's body spasmed in surprise at the telepath's confident touch, his grip on the sheets loosening so that the redhead was able to pull the sheets away from his body. Schuldich purred in pleasure as Ken writhed beneath him, pressing his chest to Ken's, his other arm winding around the empath and skimming along his back.
"You horny bastard…" Ken cursed weakly, gasping as Schuldich's fingers pushing past the rim of his entrance, the empath biting back a sharp scream, head thrown from side to side as he thrashed mindlessly.
Schuldich smirked, his own desire heating as he thrust his fingers deeper into the brunette's body, enjoying the sight of Ken throwing his head back, mouth open in a soft soundless exhalation of air. The telepath pressed a soft kiss against the skin above Ken's heart, pressing himself flush against Ken and sliding along the inside of the empath's sides.
"Well, well." The telepath chuckled, nipping softly along Ken's neck. "You've got quite a collection of hickeys along your neck." He laughed when Ken clapped a hand over his neck, the empath's face bright with embarrassment. Schuldich added a third finger inside of the empath, twisting and tilting his fingers carefully to add an even deeper and more penetrating sensation inside of the empath. "I'm going to love hearing how you get by trying to explain the marks to the others." Schuldich whispered against Ken's lips, brushing his mouth across Ken's in a feather-light caress.
"They already know about our relationship." Ken mumbled, squeezing his eyes tight as the redhead began to thrust his fingers inside of his body in a similar tempo to that of their earlier bout of sex. "Besid-hahh! Besides, I'll juuuuussssst-- I'll just wear-ahh! A turtleneck!" Ken gasped out, barely managing to form the words as Schuldich mercilessly continued with his deep caresses.
Ken couldn't help but release a small whimper of regret when Schuldich's fingers left him but he sighed softly as Schuldich's length began to slide into him, the telepath's movements slow and careful even with the empath's body being relaxed and easily accepting the penetration. To Ken's surprise once Schuldich was firmly seated inside of him the telepath did not move, merely remained inside of the empath so that the two men lay chest to chest. The redhead threaded his fingers through Ken's hair, the empath mimicking the telepath's actions, emerald-green eyes staring determinedly into velvet brown.
"What are you thinking about?" Ken whispered softly, concerned about the telepath's sudden silence.
Schuldich smiled slightly. "Nothing. Everything."
Ken sighed softly at the obscure answer, brushing his lips against the redheads. "My lover, I do wish I could understand what goes on in that mind of yours." Ken pressed his fingertips to Schuldich's lips to stifle any of the telepath's words. "However, I eagerly accept whatever words you give me."
Schuldich's hands shook perceptively as the caressed Ken's face. "You trust too easily."
Ken smiled. "I trust as easily just as I love someone deeply."
Schuldich's eyes widened, his heart seeming to still momentarily at the empath's words.
Sensing that the telepath was not planning to speak anytime soon Ken found the strength to pull himself free of the telepath, shuddering as the redhead's shaft slid out of him. He pressed Schuldich's unresisting form back onto the bed, the brunette straddling the telepath.
"You're quiet." Ken said calmly even as he gripped the telepath's still erect shaft, holding it in place as he impaled himself on the stiff column of flesh. He hissed softly from the change in angle, balancing himself by tightening his thighs that were pressed against Schuldich's sides.
Schuldich gasped for air as he slid inside of the empath, surprised at Ken's slight show of strength when the empath had pressed him back onto the bed. "You're the first person beside my mother to ever admit any words of love towards me."
Ken nodded his head in understanding, pressing his hands to the redhead's shoulders as his hips rose slightly, his flanks tight as he remained kneeling over the telepath. "I love you and Farfarello. To others it may seem too soon for me to say something so precious. Hell, some people may not believe a man can love two other men with such passion. But know this, Schuldich, my fire-touched lover, I love both you and Farfarello with my very heart." Ken gasped as he dropped back down onto the telepath's hips, shivering at the deep penetration of the redhead's shaft inside of him.
"Ken-" Schuldich began, mildly concerned that the brunette was forcing himself into the sexual act but the man resolvedly shook his head.
"No more words. We don't need any special ceremony or anyone to witness our words of devotion." Ken breathed shakily as he began to move slowly above the telepath, his hair shifting and moving as if it were alive. "Just give me this moment. Just give me eternity."
Ken shakily removed his hands from Schuldich's shoulders, placing them upon the telepath's waist for further balance. "But please, give me whatever you are willing so that I may always warm my soul."
Schuldich shook minutely from the brunette's words, his gaze amazed as the words sunk in, every deep vital part of his body responding to Ken's words and the allure of his body moving above the telepath's. Schuldich drank in the sight of the empath moving above him, lightly tanned skin almost glowing, hair wild around his face, cheeks flushed and carefully biting his bottom lip from the tempo his body maintained as it sought out a connection with the telepath's.
Ken's body quivered as he slowly and steadily rose and fell above the telepath, his breathing short and sharp. He flung his head back at the continuous sensation of his lover sliding and pulsing inside of him, body tight and slightly damp with sweat as he tried to keep himself steadily moving on top of the telepath. When one particular thrust caused Schuldich's shaft to brush hard across his prostate Ken's hand lifted to clench handfuls of his long hair in mindless abandonment, body stretched taut and shaking slightly, not realizing the sensual image he portrayed moving slowly above his lover with his hands and face clenched tightly from the persistent pleasure rising steadily within him.
Unable to just lie there any longer Schuldich rose so that he sat up and remained inside the empath but again wound his fingers through Ken's hair beneath Ken's hands, his mouth covering the empath's, drinking in the familiar heat and taste of the brunette. Ken's hands released strands of brunette and splayed along the telepath's nape, long strands of fire-touched hair twining around his fingertips.
//Beautiful…// Schuldich thought in amazement, thrusting slowly upwards whenever Ken's body dropped down against his hips, their movements slow and deep.
Ken slowly pulled his mouth away from Schuldich's so that he could breath easier, startled to see stray teardrops having escaped from the telepath's emerald gaze. He leaned forward and carefully caught the stray tears with his lips, pressing himself as close to the telepath as he could manage.
Eventually neither man could keep up the slow and steady movements of their bodies. The telepath's thrusts began to speed up as he moved in short sharp jerks inside of the empath, the brunette's own movements almost frantic as he cried out softly, the redhead supporting his head as Ken's head fell back as the pleasure began to mount. Schuldich groaned softly as the tight heat surrounding his shaft somehow seemed to caress him even more deeply.
//So this is what Heaven feels like…// Schuldich thoughts to himself, arms wrapping tight around the slighter body within his grasp.
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Ken thought he'd never recover from the annoying ache in his rear, the annoying sensation causing his longhaired lover to laugh uproariously at his predicament, the brunette retaliating with a solid smack of a convenient pillow.
Ken grumbled faintly to himself as he finally stumbled down into the basement level of the house, finding the strength to get out of bed, shower, get dressed, and begin searching for his other lover. He had left Schuldich to sleep off whatever effects from becoming a newly awakened shapeshifter, making sure the telepath was properly cleaned up with a wet washrag and pulling the blankets over the redhead so that the telepath wouldn't catch a chill.
Ken sighed as he fought with the stubborn strands of his hair that seemed hell bent on hanging in front of his face, possibly trying to blind him so he'd tumble down the stairs. He also struggled with the large sky-blue cotton shirt that he had borrowed from his telepath lover, the shirt comfortable but slightly loose around the shoulders and the sleeves extending past his wrists. His dark blue pants and black shoes put up less of a fight than the shirt, although Ken was coming to the conclusion that he would need a belt soon since the pants had a tendency to hang pretty low along his hips, revealing a thin strip of his boxers.
He quietly entered into where his lover was performing several slow stretches, his blue shirt removed for convenience sake, Farfarello's muscles bunching and moving beneath his skin, scars stretching and shifting as his body contorted minutely with every slow stretch. Farfarello rolled his shoulders languidly, easing any kinks out of his body.
"I know you're there, angel." Farfarello's voice interrupted Ken's silent musing.
Ken gulped warily, slowly trying to ease out of the room.
Farfarello turned around, smiling darkly while watching his brunette lover try to flee the area. The demon crooked a finger and motioned Ken towards him. "Too late, angel. I need a sparring partner."
:More like a punching bag: Ken muttered privately to himself. With a resigned sigh Ken followed his lover over to the blue mats, the entire padded area spanning a good fifty feet in each direction. The three walls surrounding the grappling area was also thick with blue padding, due to several of their members, hint, Schwarz, had a tendency to throw their opponents through the air.
Both men stood with maybe fifteen feet between them, silently judging where or how to attack first. There would be no punches thrown or any attacks to seriously injure either man, but their match would still be a serious undertaking.
Not surprisingly Farfarello attacked first, the move meant to surprise his opponent and give no warning towards his movement. In return Ken dropped into a crouch and kicked his leg out, trying to knock the Berserker off of his feet. He succeeded in doing so, however, while unintentionally leaving himself open as Farfarello fell against him and forced him to the mat. A loud 'whoof' of air escaped Ken as he tumbled to the ground, somehow managing to force the heavier man off of him enough to allow him to roll away. As Ken was pushing himself onto his hands and knees he felt two firm arms wrap around his shoulders and two legs tightly clench around his waist from behind. Ken bucked automatically against the hold and weight on his back, unable to push himself to his feet with the Berserker's weight on top of him. Ken threw himself onto his back, hoping the impact would jostle the demon off. Farfarello merely tightened his grip.
Heaving himself onto his knees once again Ken tried to reach for the man behind him yet Farfarello had his head tucked between Ken's shoulder blades so that the brunette couldn't have an easy reach for his head. With a fast motion Ken was unable to follow Farfarello's hands caught his, a firm hand trapping both of his against his chest, leaving Ken fairly immobile. Ken's legs, unable to hold such an awkward distribution of weight on top of him, fell down onto the mat, somehow finding his captured hands pressed above his head.
"Yield." Farfarello commanded.
Ken, the stubborn individual that he was, merely pushed back against the demon's weight, heaving and twisting his body in an effort to pull free from the demon's strong grip.
Farfarello easily stopped Ken's struggles by bending forward and clamping his jaw lightly on the back of Ken's neck. The empath's body immediately slacked, unconsciously recognizing the act of dominance and the silent threat of teeth against bare skin.
The empath muttered a small sound of defeat, not fighting as his lover rolled him over onto his back, Farfarello looking down at Ken from his position above the empath.
"If you were fighting a demon for real, they could have killed you just now." Farfarello said blandly.
"I swiped your feet out from beneath you." Ken tried to argue Farfarello's observation.
Farfarello nodded his head in agreement to Ken's statement. "True, but you didn't consider that I would follow the motion of my fall in order to force you to the ground," Farfarello trapped Ken's face between his hands, peering deeply into velvet brown eyes, "Expect the unexpected when up against any opponent, angel."
Ken nodded his head minutely, knowing that Farfarello was right. He had been careless, and that was a very dangerous thing to do when one is an assassin. He jumped slightly in surprise when Farfarello shifted above him and pale hands slid behind his back, the empath's lover running his lips along Ken's neck, inhaling deep breaths of air.
"You smell of apples, vanilla, and water." Farfarello noted dryly.
Ken bit his lip as Farfarello's teeth trailed along his neck, the brunette's body arching as Farfarello's hands skimmed down to tease the sensitive skin along his spine and lower back. "I just took a shower." He offered as an explanation.
Farfarello's laugh caused Ken to shiver at the deep sound, realizing that his lover was playing a very dangerous yet pleasurable game, one that usually followed the same trend of trying to make Ken breathless and limp beneath his lover's confident hands.
"You've washed away the smell of both myself and Schuldich." Ken gasped as Farfarello nipped along the arch of his neck, Ken steadying himself by grasping Farfarello's shoulders. "Bad little angel. Whatever should I do to punish you?" Farfarello purred into Ken's ear, shifting so that he pinning Ken further against the mat, enjoying the red blush that was across Ken's face when the brunette was pressed further against Farfarello's bare chest. It amazed Farfarello that no matter how many times either he or Schuldich acted out anything sexual in nature, Ken was never able to fight back a flush of embarrassment. Cute, really. It only made it even more delightful to-
"Ah! Don't tell me you're going to do-do that in here!" A voice interrupted Farfarello's thoughts, the demon barely holding back a growl of frustration. He peered over his shoulder to look at an embarrassed Omi dressed in blue shorts, a large white shirt that fell past his hips, and tennis shoes, standing there with a blush that almost rivaled Ken's. Dameon stood next to the flustered Tamer, quirking an eyebrow at Farfarello, his gaze amused as he stood calmly with his arms folded across his emerald green shirt, his black slacks neatly pressed.
"And what brings you here, I wonder?" Farfarello asked curiously, shielding his embarrassed lover with his own body, Ken mortified by being caught in such a position, the empath wanting to dig a hole and crawl inside and hide.
Dameon answered for Omi. "I was the one originally coming down to see how everything has fared with your other lover. Omi merely ran into me halfway here and we were discussing the further abilities pertaining to a Tamer." Dameon stepped closer to the duo on the mats yet remained several feet away, "I trust that Ken was not injured severely?"
"It went well, Schuldich did not lose control of his beast." Farfarello answered.
Dameon smiled knowingly. "You probably stepped in whenever he became a little too…rambunctious."
Farfarello didn't acknowledge Dameon's insight, merely helping Ken to his feet. Ken was about to say something to Omi when a sharp electric pain shot up his spine and seemed to spark within his skull, the brunette not realizing that he was screaming as the pain shot through his body.
"Ken-kun!"
"Angel! What is it!?"
Ken drew in ragged gasps of air, clasping his hands tightly to his temples.
….Screaming… Ken's mind howled mournfully….
I can hear them screaming!!! Ken was unable to voice his words to the others, the sounds and cries rushing through his head, seeming to tear away vast portions of his sanity.
Voices of people in pain, people screaming. The fear choked Ken physically as the screams bounced throughout his skull.
Make it stop, make it stop!!!!
Mommy! Mommy!!!!
It's a monster!!!!
I don't want to die!!!!
It hurts! Make it stop!!!!
Please just let me die!!!!!!!!
Another voice, calmer then the others, more sinister than anything Ken had ever heard, echoed through the empath's mind.
So sweet, their pain and fear. Their blood is a river that merely quenches my thirst….
I will bathe in their agony and laugh at their demise….
An inhuman snarl spilled out of Ken's throat, the brunette unable to see the effect the sound had on the people around him.
:Not if I can help it, you bastard!:
Ken did not know how he managed to tear himself away from his lover's grip or get past the others. All he could remember was that he was running, ignoring the startled words and confused cries of those around him, somehow finding himself shoving his bugnuks on and running towards his newly purchased bike. He barely managed to stay on top of the bike as he roared out of the garage without his helmet, the guards at the gate having no choice but to dive for their lives as Ken roared past, his only directions the screams and cries that echoed through his head.
Ken soon found that he didn't need to hear the screams, since all the people running past him were all fleeing from the same area. A large district of Tokyo was in flames, the red burning light dancing wildly through the streets, large pieces of buildings tumbling and shattering to the ground. He barely managed to avoid being crushed by various debris, also having to avoid hitting various panicked humans that were fleeing for their lives.
Finally Ken reached the main source of the screams that echoed throughout his head, forcing his bike to a haphazard stop along a sidewalk. Making sure the bike would stay upright in case of a needed fast getaway, Ken slowly strode up the stairs leading towards the large wooden doors at the entrance of the church, mildly noting that he was managing to shield the various demands and calls from his two lovers.
With an effort Ken forced the doors open, the stiff wood groaning beneath his fingertips. The brunette moved through the long line of wooden pews, squinting through the dull light provided by the large number of candles scattered throughout the interior of the church.
Ken dropped into a defensive crouch when he heard the shift of clothing from up ahead, warily watching the figure come into focus. He frowned thoughtfully, at first thinking that the individual was Blut, but finding himself looking at an individual who wore the same uniform yet made entirely in black, and instead of black hair and a red strip of color, this man's hair was red with a black strip of color.
And those eyes…Ken couldn't help but shiver. Those were hardly the color of any human eyes.
The figure smiled down at Ken. The brunette bit back a small sound of dismay when red-tinted teeth revealed that the individual had just feasted on something possibly human, and possibly still alive at the time the being was devoured.
:No…This man's name is…Wut…: Ken's empathy revealed the man's name, since the man hardly providing any effort to shield his mind from Ken's empathy. The empath, however, quickly retracted his powers away from the man, not wanting to risk an attack upon his mind, not knowing what the individual was capable of.
"So you came…" Wut sounded far too pleased.
"What did you expect me to do? You murdered and butchered innocent lives to draw me out, making sure that I heard their screams." Ken hissed.
Wut shrugged. "They are humans. To me they are no better than cattle."
"You're disgusting." Ken said.
Wut smiled. "I know." The demon spread his arms to his sides, seeming to mock the statue-figure nailed to the wooden cross behind him, gold light bathing the edges of his form. "But let's get on with the main show."
Ken suddenly gasped as a balled-up fist was slammed into his stomach, unable to catch himself as he collapsed onto his knees.
:S-so fast..: Ken bit back a groan as he rose to his feet, his left arm wrapped around his stomach. Another hit slammed into his back, the empath barely managing to stay on his feet.
"Damn it!" Ken cursed softly, trying to locate the demon that he was pretty sure was circling him. :How can I defend myself if I can't even track him!?:
"Too slow!" Wut shrieked loudly, suddenly appearing in Ken's face, his eyes burning with the breaking edges of sanity and with hot bloodlust. Ken swiped at the demon's face with his claws, coming within a centimeter of slashing open the man's cheek. Wut howled with laughter, merely catching Ken along his head with the back of his hand, the blow stunning Ken and sending him through the air to slam onto his back in the middle of the aisle twenty feet behind him.
Ken couldn't gain any control of his limbs, his ears ringing from the sharp blow. He vision sharpened and dimmed, sharpened and dimmed, until he finally was able to comprehend that Wut was leaning over him with a confident look upon his face.
"Yes yes…" Wut hissed, glorifying in the easy win, his sharp nails trailing down Ken's chest to rest the palm of his hand over Ken's heart, "I will feast upon your blood and beating heart."
:Not like this…: Ken's mind howled numbly even as the brunette's vision dimmed.
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"Ken-san! Ken-san!" A child called out.
"Please wake up!" A voice begged.
"Damn you, open your eyes!" A gruff voice demanded.
Ken's eyes shot open and he groaned at the pain, shakily sitting up and holding the side of his head. He wasn't in the church. There was no candlelight, no Wut, only a dark glass-like surface beneath him and gray clouds along a black sky.
"I'm alive…." He said softly in awe.
"Not for long." The same gruff voice growled.
Ken looked up, taking in the three individuals surrounding him. One was a mirror image of himself down to his clothing and bugnuks, except not having to contend with the aches and bruises he had suffered from Wut. The one beside his copy was a child-like version of him, the child standing with an indignant look on his face and small hands on his hips, his image destroyed by the baggy clothes hanging off of his small form.
The other…was the more impressive of the three. It was Ken himself, yet…not. This one was dressed in Ken's assassin gear, yet his face and eyes were hard and cold, the individual not appearing to be very happy with Ken's lack of response.
"I know you…." Ken said softly, unconsciously, irrationally, 'knowing' who these individuals were.
"Ken-san!" The child cried indignantly. "What are you doing? Why aren't you fighting back against Wut?"
Ken couldn't help but glare at the child. "I would if I could fight back."
"Ken…" His lookalike rested a hand on top of the child's head. "Wut is beyond you. He viciousness and cunning goes beyond the abilities you possess as of now."
Ken groaned in dismay. "He's so fast. I can't beat him."
"NO!" The child shouted. "Ken-san, I don't want you to die!"
"There is one way….a very dangerous method we can take…." His lookalike didn't meet Ken's eyes.
"What? How? Tell me, please!" Ken demanded.
The assassin, 'Siberian', took a step forward. "Me."
"W-what…" Ken began.
"Release me, Ken." 'Siberian' asked softly, "Let go of your morals and conscious. Let me protect you."
"Can you beat him?"
"No." 'Siberian' met Ken's unsure gaze. "I will kill him."
"Ken-san, if you let Fighter take over, your mind may not be able to take it. Fighter is a protector, but he is the darkest and bloodiest part of you. You may not be able to handle him!" The child warned.
But he is the only possible equal match against Wut… The child didn't have to voice that one statement. Ken looked up at Fighter. "Do you promise that once it is done, you will return here?"
"Yes." Fighter promised solemnly.
Ken sighed softly, managing to rise to his feet. "Alright then."
Fighter shook his head. "No. Say the words, Ken. You must say the words to release me."
"What words-"
Fighter's gaze was hard and confident. "You know."
They stood in silence, Ken gathering his courage and taking a deep breath.
"I call upon you, Fighter. Come forth and…and…"
"Say it.." Fighter hissed.
Ken's head fell back in defeat as he looked up at the dark sky, not jumping as he felt two strong arms encircle him, Fighter's presence, strength, and purpose melting to form within his own.
'Destroy the one that opposes us. Deny him his tomorrow.'
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Fighter didn't need to open his eyes to sense the disgusting presence above him. He could feel the man, almost taste the man's stink, able to roll the taste along his senses. With nary a hint of his intentions Fighter struck out with his bare hands, sinking his grip into the figure above him, a furious shriek marking that he had hit home.
Fighter rose to his feet calmly as he viewed the howling and spitting figure in front of him, Wut furious at the deep cuts along his face. "You-" Wut snarled.
Fighter grinned viciously, spreading his arms wide, mocking Wut's earlier stance. "I've come to kill you."
Wut couldn't help but grin, ignoring the blood dripping steadily off of the deep cuts upon his face. "Really, then?"
Silence passed momentarily between them, then the two men rushed at each other, locking together as one tore at the other. Fighter hissed as he took a shallow cut along his shoulder, slashing out and catching Wut's arm with the edge of his bugnuks. Fighter snarled furiously as Wut pulled back, running his fingers along the fresh blood on the bugnuks.
'So, the filth can bleed…'
'then he can die…'
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*This is the insert from my alternate story 'Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down', which will be posted once 'Light Meets Darkness' is finished!
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Memories…Such precious images of a person's past and present. Faces of people we love, the feelings we have experienced. The joys of living each day, to simply breathe in the cool air and feel the wind brush across your face like a lover's fingers.
Memories…
"How unsightly." I hissed in disgust, throwing those thoughts into the wind. I wasn't here to daydream like some artistic fool with nothing more than naïve dreams and silly wishes. I have no memories and I need no memories.
Such is the price of being what I am.
It's perversely ironic, really. I am an Empath, yet I have no emotions to speak of for myself. I merely 'feel' the emotions of others, their pains, fears, joy, hate, love. I am a Healer. Yet with these hands I have spilled countless measurements of red-hot blood, ripped and shredded my victims apart with both my weapons and my bare hands.
I chuckle humorlessly at my dark thoughts, continuing my stroll to meet my contact. The clouded night covered any hints of moonlight, allowing me to move through shadows with hardly a thought. My form only came into focus whenever I passed beneath a street lamp, black trenchcoat floating around me like wings as I moved into the light and once again back into the darkness.
Still there were foolish individuals following me, four young punks wishing to start a fight, possibly to see if I had any money on my person.
The idiotic fools. I've killed people for less than their stupidity.
I allowed them to follow me through the waning crowd using the opportunity available to me to slip into a nearby alleyway, the fools continuing to follow me away from their safety in numbers.
Pathetic.
Soon I found myself in a dead-end, away from prying eyes, one lone lamp dangling above a store's side door, black damp wood glittering with droplets water, the brick wall behind me sturdy with no ordinary means over it.
Perfect.
I barely held back a satisfied grin as the four punks stood in front of me blocking the way I had just come in. I didn't bother to pay attention to how they looked, only noticing that two of them had white hair, one of the other's dyed red and their leader with cropped black hair. The leader made an exaggerated movement of flicking out his switchblade as if it had some measure of intimidating me.
//Humans…such an arrogant species…it won't take ten seconds to kill them// A familiar voice whispered in the back of my mine, dark and malevolent in its disgust towards these particular humans.
"Child's play, really." I agreed out loud with that voice.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" One of the punks demanded.
"Guy's a loony!"
"Man, just kick his ass and take his money!"
The leader grinned viscously, blade spinning between his fingers.
//Oh goody//, I thought, barely holding back the desire to roll my eyes, //An egotistical male that enjoys waving around a little razor to prove how impressive he is//
Without saying a word I brought out my own weapon, letting the punks slowly compare my own blade to theirs, watching the horror sink in, their faces growing pale in sheer terror.
//Now this…// I trailed my gloved fingertips along the edge of the long blade, the silver metal curved every-so-slightly, almost a foot in length without the black hilt, red symbols carved into the blade that seemed to pulse as if they were alive, //…this is a blade...//
I didn't give them a chance to scream. I shot forward, the light dancing around us as I deliver the killing blows with the snapping sound of my trenchcoat. With a flick of my hand I disemboweled the two with white hair, slashing open the redhead's throat. The leader stood stunned, his blade falling from numb fingers, swallowed by the widening puddle of redness, lost amid the wet gurgles of the dead or dying punks.
I grinned at the last remaining punk, not having to see my own face to know that I probably resembled an insane demon. It wasn't necessary to rush the stunned man, seeing that there was no chance of him getting away in the least.
The rising figure behind him took care of that.
The lithe figure hidden by shadows dove for the man's throat, face buried against the man's neck as blood shot out of the wound, painting the walls with its tainted redness, even the lamp nearby coated with a thin film of blood. The punk's body spasmed wildly, knees giving way, eyes and mouth open wide in shock, the dark figure following his descent towards the ground. I observed the proceeding heedless to the waves of hunger and delight coming from the figure, ignoring the creature as it gorged on the now forsaken corpse.
"Filthy creatures, these zombies. It sometimes pains me to have the ability to control the dead." A familiar voice spoke out from beyond the gorging creature, a decaying body of a man in his late thirties, dressed in a ratty business suit and stray strands of dirty hair clinging to his forehead, eyes glazed over and vacant beneath the control of the Necromancer.
I glanced over to look at the Necromancer, bowing my head in acknowledgement to his presence. "Claude."
Claude moved to stand next to the zombie, absently kicking the creature in its side, the creature whining softly towards its master, releasing its prey. "Finish that somewhere else. And deal with the rest of the bodies."
The zombie nodded, shuffling softly as it began to slowly drag away the corpse, opting to move the leader's body first before coming back for the rest.
Claude sighed in annoyance. "It seems that I only make them more stupid every time I raise them from the grave."
"What do you expect? You hardly waste enough incantations and power to raise them, why shouldn't they come out slightly defected?" I asked, cleaning the blade with the remains of one of the corpse's shirt, returning it to its hilt beneath my trenchcoat.
Claude chuckled dryly, his tall form staying along the edge of the light, only the skull necklace that he wore shining in the light, the small pewter skull's mouth open in a silent scream, a diamond set into its gaping mouth and rubies set in its eye sockets. "It pleases me to see you once again, Vincent."
I smiled teasingly at the Necromancer, shaking my head, strands of brunette hair spilling across my shoulders. "You can see me anytime you wish yet you find such simple joy in meeting me in person."
And Claude was suddenly there right in front of me, chest pressed to mine, hand tilting my chin up so that I met his gaze. Electric-blue eyes met mine, Claude's eyes burning with an unknown level of power far beyond my comprehension. "I have a job for you, Vincent." He purred, lips trailing along mine.
"What kind of mission?" I asked emotionlessly, neither upset nor excited by his touches, distantly hearing the surprising sounds of sirens steadily coming closer. Seems that someone HAD seen or heard something. Oh well, not my problem as of now.
"I want you to kill someone. More correct, a group of someones. Two assassin teams that may end up being a future annoyance to me."
The sirens were too close now, a slight tinge of nervousness surrounding me. Claude's fingertips trailed along my jaw as he moved away, fading away into the shadows. I leapt up and backwards, coming to stand on top of the brick wall behind me.
"Who do you want me to kill?" I asked, pushing the ever-tightening time limit as the police cars drew closer.
No words were spoken but I heard Claude's answer as I leapt onto the roof, dashing away from the uniformed humans, Claude's voice a soft whisper in the back of my mind.
'Kill Weiss and Schwarz'
To be continued after 'Light Meets Darkness'!… ^____^
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