Ratings: PG-13 (For now)
Synopsis:I looked up through my almond hues, only to have my gaze meet with the man who was here to take me away. He wore a dark black trench coat, and he had these dark maple eyes what were lost in the smokey make up he wore bringing out the brown tint he had in his irises. He had long raven strands that fell to his chest, and those wings…they were black. He wasn’t an angel. The grim aura that surrounded him told me he spoke of death, something I feared more than anything. Why was here? What on earth had I done?
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Never in my life have I ever regretted something so badly. The thought that I could commit such a crime seemed so farfetched that even I myself thought it couldn’t be true. But the evidence was clearly walking in front of me, leading me to my fate with each inevitable step I took. Even without Aoi’s presence, there was a thick scar that tainted my once flawless neck, set like a message set in stone that held such memories it made my heart ache. Like an old film without sound, the vague memories of my actions began to haunt me and soon I began to wish that I truly met my end. Even hell would have been easier than this.
“Is something wrong, Uruha?” The raven asked, a hint of worry in his tone. “You seem distant.”
“Do I?” Did I? I guess I did. Nothing seemed to fully register. What would become of me now? I wanted to ask you for so many answers to questions I didn’t want to ask. Would you laugh at me? Or did you already know I was scared? I couldn’t decide what to make of this.
“You do.” Aoi responded. “You better snap out of it.”
It was true that I probably should have. I would need to keep alert. After all, I was going to be tested.
“Okay.” I replied meekly, bringing a hand to my lip to nibble on my finger like I used to as a child. The further we walked into the woods, the darker it became. I could see the darkness clouding around me, the chilly air rattling my bones as I looked around only to see trees and eyes staring at me from every direction. “Where are we going?” I finally asked, and then I heard my guardian laugh.
“You are going to meet your first obstacle.” The raven said, pointing to a portal before them. In it you could see a home setting, a pretty marble fire place sitting upon a finished wooden floor, followed by a dark blue sofa accented with bright purple pillows. It was a scene Kouyou knew all too well.
“That’s my home.” I said, a hint of hope in my voice. “Am I going home?”
I knew I wouldn’t be. I could see something, Akira. He was with a man. The boy was short with brunette hair, and he couldn’t have been much older than I was. I watch as Akira places a kiss to his lips and go to the kitchen, while the petite male goes to the bathroom. A scream of horror could be heard, and then I saw it. My body in the white porcelain tub, that beautiful pure color tainted and covered in such a pretty red liquid. My blood was everywhere, the water, the walls. My arm was hanging outside of the tub, just below my hand the shard of glass I used to cut my throat. There was blood surrounding it, and it looked horrifying.
I could feel tears pricking from my eyes as I saw him, my lover coming to aid that little slut, running in and holding him to shield him from my sight. I was angry, and I wanted so badly to go back and kill them both. Akira was mine. He loved me. He promised me that he would be there forever. Funny how long forever really is, isn’t it?
But then I saw it. I could see you looking at me, tears forming from behind those brown eyes, the ones I had come to love so much. You were crying for me. I could feel my heart breaking as I saw you cry, but then I heard it. You tell him you love him and that it’s going to be okay. I could feel the anger coming back. Even in death, you didn’t care. You never did.
“I don’t want to watch anymore.” I growl, turning my head away in disgust. “He means nothing to me.”
“If he means nothing, then why are you so upset?” Aoi asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Why do you think he’s crying?”
“Because of that spoiled little bitch!” I seethed, “He never loved me! I was just a pawn. He’s probably just upset that his whore got scared.”
“Don’t you think that maybe he is upset and that he regrets what he did and that he doesn’t know how to handle it?” Aoi was scared. He could see the anger in the honey blonde’s eyes. This wasn’t good. The first step before they could move on would be acceptance.
“Shut your mouth! I know exactly what he’s thinking.” I was angry. I wanted so badly to just hit someone, hurt anything I could. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins like wild fire, and soon my hand was colliding with the angel’s face, the sound sickening as it echoed throughout the woods.
His expression was still saddened. I wanted him to get mad, to leave me here. I didn’t want to do any more trials. What if the next one was harder? I couldn’t even understand what the point of this one was, except to hurt me.
“What’s the point of this?” I finally asked, wrapping my arms around myself to try and protect myself from the cold. It was growing chilly again, and I could hear something coming just beyond the river. I looked to Aoi, my body tense as I saw the concern on his face. “Wait, what is that?” I questioned, my voice wavered from the fear that was racing through me. “What’s going on?!”
“Quick, get behind me!” Aoi’s voice was just as panicked as my own. “Kouyou, we can’t discuss this now. Something is getting closer.”
I buried my face into his back, nose nuzzled into the center of his wings. I could hear the footsteps, the dead leaves crackling as it moved. I snapped my eyes shut, hearing the sound of heavy breathing. I was too scared to see what it was.
“What do you want, Kana?” Aoi’s eyes narrowed as he pulled a sword from his holster, holding it out to distance himself and the beast that was before him. “You should know better than to be here.”
I peaked my head over to see who Aoi was talking too. It was a wolf. She was much bigger than any average one I’ve seen before, though her physique still feminine. Her fur was a beautiful combination, grey with shades of black. The moon seemed to make the colors shine, almost as bright as her golden eyes. I could see something, desperation in her gaze. She was here for something. She was here for me.
“Give me the boy, Yuu.” There was no hint of question in her tone. It was a direct order, said in a voice that wasn’t open for suggestions. She wanted me to go. “He failed the first trial.”
“He hasn’t had a chance! Besides, isn’t it Lucian that actually performs the punishments?” His eyes flickered red as he pushed me back. “I will not let you take him, Kana. He’s mine. He was assigned to me.”
“I want his soul!” Her once golden hues began to infuse with the same red that reflected in Aoi’s eyes. Her back arched as she went into a fighting stance, nails digging into the ground signaling that a battle was about to begin. “There is nothing left here. I want him.”
A menacing laugh left the raven’s lips as he pushed me away. His once pure, white wings went black. It was scary to see the change in his demeanor. The wind’s chill only exceeded in getting colder, and I could see my breath as I breathed out into the air.
“He’s my soul, Kana. Back down.” He gave her a chance. Kana lunged at the angel, and soon I could see the blood flying. It was a scene I wasn’t prepared for. I could feel myself shaking as I ran in the opposite directions away from Aoi. I knew I must have been stupid to run from the person who may have been trying to save me, but I needed to get away.
~ ~ ~
Once I felt I was at a safe distance, I slowed down. I couldn’t see much as I walked into the darkened forest, only the ground below me as I watched where I stepped. I could hear a cry not far from where I stood. It wasn’t like the sounds I heard before. It sounded human amongst all of the strange and unfamiliar voices I’ve heard. I decided to follow it.
I could see a small frame wrapped up in the fetal position next to a tree. It looked almost like a child. I tried to make my movements slow and obvious, and once I was close enough, I knelt to be eye level with the other. “Hi, I’m Kouyou. Why are you crying?”
The boy’s sobs only got louder as he buried his face deeper into his knees, his nails clutching tighter to the fabric of his jeans. I gently placed a hand on his shoulder, and when he looked up at me, I had to use every ounce of willpower not to scream. I couldn’t make out his facial features, only the small hole that was exposed on his temple. He was almost just like me. “What happened?”
“He didn’t love me.” The boy whimpered, “He couldn’t get over him. I tried to be there, but he pushed me away. He was in love with him. I was foolish to ever fall for such a guy. Why wasn’t I good enough?”
“I know how you feel.” It was strange, but I could feel a connection with this boy. His story sounded almost like my own. “I killed myself because my boyfriend was in love with someone else.”
I released a small gasp as I felt his cool hands touch the scar on my neck. He was trying to see me through the darkness. I moved in closer so he could touch me, and I could see the outline of a smile. “I think it’s funny. My boyfriend, he has been with me since high school. We stopped talking for awhile, and when we found out we worked together, we ended up dating again. Everyone at work knew.”
I looked confused as I pulled away, only be yanked back and to fall forward where a small beam of light shone through the trees. He could see me now. He snorted in disgust at me. I couldn’t understand why he was acting this way. It was almost bipolar. “W-What’s wrong with you?” I asked, looking up fearfully.
“He said he was going to leave him. That guy of his.” The boy grabbed sharp rock as he moved forward, the light shining off his pants as he was slowly beginning to expose himself from the darkness. “When the other man finally killed himself, I thought he was going to be mine. But you know what? It didn’t work that way. He wouldn’t even look at me.”
He threw the rock at my face, leaving a small cut as that sharp piece of earth fell back on the ground. “What does that have to do with me?!”
“Do you know how I am?” The younger said, finally showing himself. I gulped hard as I backed myself up, only to feel the other smack me across the face. I knew who he was.
“Takanori?” I could feel the anger going through me again. I wanted to fight back, but I was already weak from the running I did to escape Aoi. I could see a sick smile form on the other’s face, but even through his anger, I could still see those sad eyes and tears falling from the petite male’s face.
“Ruki.” He seethed bitterly, slapping me hard again. “Takanori is fucking dead.”
“Where is your guardian?” I growled, hitting the younger upside the head. “Get the fuck off me!”
“I don’t have a guardian!” The brunette spat, backing away and resting against a tree. “It’s none of your business!”
I was confused. If he killed himself just like I had, then why didn’t he have a guardian like me? I was angry. I was frustrated. But right now, I was exhausted. I didn’t want to fight with Takanori. “Why don’t you have one?”
“You only get one if you’re in between. If they don’t know where to place you, the assign a guardian to try and figure out where you should go.” Ruki sighed as he looked up at the sky, eying the few stars that were there. “I already know where I’m going.”
“Where?” I bit my lip as I got off the ground, sitting on a boulder that was a few feet away from the other. “Where are you going?”
“Hell.” He looked sad when he said it, and I could see his lip quiver as another tear fell. “I’m going to hell.”
“Wait, if you just killed yourself, shouldn’t you be like me?” I was becoming more confused.
“I killed someone.” He replied, looking down.
“Who?” I reached a hand out to take his in mine, to comfort him in some way. I couldn’t explain it, but I was almost concerned for him. He didn’t deserve to die, no matter how badly I wished it. I made a choice to kill myself. Whether Ruki was in the picture or not, in the end, I needed to accept that this was my choice. It wasn’t all his fault, nor was it Akira. I was weak, and I accept that.
“Akira.” He whispered, and immediately I felt my heart drop. “I killed Akira.”