as I'd love them to be. They are not mine...
Warning: Weird? Well, I thought it was. Dark? Well... It was night time
when I wrote it... and it's night in the fic. I dunno you tell ME! ^____^
+ Part 1
normally husky male voice rift the air when an unknown hand landed heavily
on his shoulder. "Who are you?" Duo demanded, not in the mood
to be messed with right then. He just wanted to have a nice drink, bury
himself for a while. Not have to think... about anything. No reply was
forth-coming but the hand had yet to remove its firm girm on his shoulder.
"Man, just leave. I'm not in the mood for a fight." No answer.
He tried to turn, tried to see exactly who had picked one of the worst
possibly nights to bother him. He had no reason anymore. That had deserted
him when he had. If he was forced to fight, he would fight recklessly.
And he would win. Even if he wanted to die he was cursed to live. That
was how things worked. He had learned that.
The angry red scars on his wrists proved that.
So he tried to turn to see the person keeping him from entering the bar
he was standing infront of. But he was stopped by a low, rumbling chuckle
before he could bring his body to make so much as the slightest twitch.
The person behind him bent, his strangly dry breath now beating steadily
into the shell of his ear, his tightened bruisingly on Duo's shoulder.
"Who am I," the man gave a chuckle again, wisps of feather soft
hair brushing against Duo's cheek. "Now that seems to be a popular
question. Who am I..? Hn. I'd like to know the same thing myself,"
the man stated, dark voice contemplative. And then he was walking, dragging
Duo after him by his painfully firm grip on his shoulder. "That's
a question that needs answering," he continued, his breath completely
normal even as his pace sped up so that Duo had to almost jog to keep
up, or risk falling down to jagged black concrete. "Maybe... Maybe
you'll be able to do that for me. After..."
"After?" Duo asked when the man did not finish, his brain not
completely registering what was happening. His steps faltered now and
then, but he was forced onward by the impossible grip on his shoulder,
his long chestnut braid flapping behind him. The man stopped abrubtly,
steadying Duo when he came crashing to a halt, nearly falling with the
effort. He looked around, his gaze quickly flitting over the man, trying
hard not to focus on him.
They were in front of what looked to be the back door to a run down night
club that had most likely been out of business for some time. The man
turned, eyes boring down at Duo and he found his gaze unwillingly drawn
to him. He was taller than the braided man and thin, his hair falling
around his face haphazardly, glowing nearly black in the glare from a
street light that has lost its cover.
The man gave a slight nod and Duo's eyes shot up to his hard cobalt ones.
::Glasslike.:: But they did not glint in the light. It seemed just the
opposite as Duo continued to stare into them, feeling as if his soul were
being sucked slowly out from the depths of his body, but unable to stop
it or look away. ::Beautiful.:: "After," the man repeated firmly
following the nod.
He released Duo's shoulder then, and turned to the door and the sound
of a key turning in an old, rusty lock reached his ears. Duo could have
run, but he did not. Unexplainably, he no longer wanted to get away from
this man if he truly ever had before. Right then, his life did not seem
so hopeless. The door swung open, hinges groaning with effort and the
man walked into the darkness beyond, beckoning with a outstretched hand
for Duo to follow. "Come."
He obeyed, his mind not even questioning the action as his followed after
the man, Duo's gaze affixed to his back. They stopped again in the middle
of a room, the inky darkness tangible, nearly suffocating. Nearly, but
then it was suddenly comfortable. ::Warm.:: And then the light came, clinging
cloyingly to the walls, chasing even the dimmest of shadows from every
corner. And Duo shuddered, the feeling that this devouring light could
never be natural dancing through him.
The man stood before Duo, a hand lifted, running a single, gentle finger
over his smooth cheek. Duo shivered. ::So cold.:: The man leaned forward,
his lips brushing against Duo's neck lightly, the hand gripped his chin
firmly, yet tenderly. Then something replaced his lips, and Duo vision
flashed white, drowning out all image as his eyes rolled comfortably back
into his head. His lids fluttered shut as sensation washed over him. ::Blissful.::
No, it was indefinable, unlike anything Duo had ever felt before. As if
he was floating on the highest cloud and yet sinking deeper into murky
blue depths at the same time. It gave Duo reason.
The man then pulled away, ignoring the sharp cry of distress as the sensation
was ripped from Duo. He caught Duo easily when he tumbled downward, nerves
still in utter shock, and cradled him to his frigid chest. Duo's eyes
opened, focusing on the man's face as a visage of a smile played across
his lips, never quite fully forming. His head bent close to Duo's, spikey
brown hair framing them both as he whispered deeply, breath washing over
Duo's lips. "Now. Who am I?"
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