|Himitsu No Bara
Author: Kuroi Mercenary PM
Normal 16 years of day and night, Akira encounters the mysterious demon, Shirogane. Questions arises, and answers that needed to be answer are left preserved. Akira friends have become targets of the Demon King, now it's up to him and Shirogane to save them. But what secret lies in Shirogane? Akira too. Supernatural AU,Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Romance - Shirogane & Akira N. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,478 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 08-24-12 - Published: 08-02-12 - id: 8386795
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Disclaimer: I do not own Monochrome Factor, they belong to Sorano Kaili-sensei.
Summary: Normal 16 years of day and night, Akira encounters the mysterious demon, Shirogane. Questions arises, and answers that needed to be answer are left preserved. Akira friends have become targets of the Demon King, now it's up to him and Shirogane to save them. But what secret lies in Shirogane? Akira too.
Warning: Supernatural Au. Language, violence, a bit of OCC. Similiar to Cold Hands in a way.
Ossu- Title of Chapter
Ossu- POV Change.
Where was this place…?
Darkness stained everything, details of this small room which was my prison, the scent stank of rot, and my own eyes that could not adjust have slowly adjusted by the endless days. Each time I move my tiny limbs, whenever I try to move forward to leave this prison. I would always hear the cold stones that molded on my wrist and ankles, its shackles chained me against the wet icy wall behind me.
Everyone…Father, Mother, Kou-nii, they all disappear and left me alone…
I'm alone…I'm scared…I'm really scared…
Slicing through the sound of silence was nothing more than a door opening, allowing a strong beam of light hit me. Closing my eyes that adjusted to the darkness from the sharp light that pierced my being, illuminating the surroundings of only a moment. Footsteps taken over the silence after the door, slowly I feel someone presence close to me.
Then the footsteps stopped, the dull feelings left me numb unable to look up to who had kneeled on one knee in front of me.
I felt a finger touching my chin, tilting my head up to meet the shadowed face. My own eyes making eye contact with icy blue that held some sort of…affection and warmth in those irises?
Flickers of silvery wisp came into my view as the eerily beautiful face that belongs to a man. The frown that slowly turned to a smile scarred my mind, leaning his face close to mine as he whispered words like "mine forever" or "wait just a bit longer, my light". Words that held warmth yet something thick and heavy in them, something I could not understand the way I am now.
Soft yet cold lips pressed at my dirt-caked and shaggy hair forehead for along moment before those cold lips moved to the side of my right neck, making me flinch at the intimate action.
"S-Stop, you bastard-!" I struggled, attempting to push the man away, but it was useless as my current strength can't match against his.
"Please don't struggle, my lovely light…my little Akira…" The man tried to soothe me; his other arm snaked around my shoulders and pulled me into a hug.
"S-Shut up!" I yelled, it was sick that someone would call me that.
I mean, I'm a boy for Kami sake!
"Akira-kun…" I heard him whisper my name affectionately again. This time, I felt his breathe against my lips that were close to touching his. He continued to whispered affectionate words that I did not to hear, his words that tell what they love about me.
Slowly my struggles weaken; my will to fight started to fade away. All that's left is the me that trembled of what will happen next when there was swish movement. The man had moved, both of his hands trailing along my small back, pulling into a sinful embrace. The feeling of something soft and cold returned to my neck, forcing me to flinch again.
Unable to fight back, I let him did what he wanted to do. Movements on my neck using his lips started to part, a sharp cold object poke at my neck experimentally till then I heard him whisper again.
"I'm so sorry, Akira…It's for the best…" The voice held a hurtful tone in them as then in one swift movement…
I heard a strong sound of my flesh being pierced by those cold and poisonous swords. The warm feeling of something trickling down my neck, my eyes widen when I wanted to scream. A hand over my mouth blocked them, I struggled again and again.
The pain, something seeping into inside me and then…my eyelids closed when the man removed himself from my neck, stroking my cheek lovingly, staring into those icy blue orbs full of pain…
"Sleep, Akira…Sleep and you will be reborn at my side…"
As if commanded, my body responded and my eyelids closed.
-Teachings of Life: There are those that follow the religious path, believed to be the true path of the purity of humans. Those that do not are considered an outcast, discriminated or thrown out-
The brunette opened his teal eyes slowly despite being shaken up from the dream that continued to haunt him in his sleep for ten years now. It wasn't anything new as he got used to it eventually, but the fact is that he could feel the warmth where it had touched him…especially at his neck were the man had bitten.
The very man that had bitten him.
Sitting up on his bed, the covers being kicked in the process as he stretched himself to get his arms and legs working. Covering his yawn with a hand, moving his legs and jumping out of bed quickly to look at the time.
"6:45 AM…Not like anyone going to bother me during that time." The brunette mumbled to himself, heading to the bathroom.
It was a routine that started about ten years ago since he was brought here to this small town. Wake up, brush his teeth and wash his face, change cloths, cook breakfast then eat, clean up for later and go to school and skip classes.
Rubbing his eye to get out of the dazed state, walking back to his room where his closet is hanging his customized school uniform; plain black trousers with a white shirt that had a red stitching of a cross on the edge of a collar, red tie neatly done and a ash-gray vest with the school symbol of an etched gold eagle stitched over the right breast.
Grabbing the hanger and quickly undressing his sleeping cloths in exchange for his school uniform.
It was 7:05 AM already, and school starts classes at 7:30 AM. So he has about twenty five minutes to get to school, but…
No rush, not like it was important to him unless certain someone came barging into his home with a bamboo sword aimed for his head.
"Damn it, this freaking tie…" The brunette cursed under his breath as he fumbled with the tie two more times before finally getting it right, but left it loose along with few buttons of his undershirt undone revealing his good-luck black choker he always wore.
A loud bang at his front door was heard, consecutively drumming against the wood with a loud yelling, "AKIRA NIKAIDO! YOU BETTER NOT BE SLEEPING IN AGAIN FOR SCHOOL!"
Akira grumbled, muttering how annoying the so-said someone is banging at his door now. Not wanting to see the results if he kept the person waiting any longer, the brunette stomp to his door with his school bag in hand. Opening the door roughly, he yelled, "AYA, CAN YOU STOP BREAKING MY DOOR DOWN?!"
Yes, that someone was part of the School Disciplinary Committee, the rumored demonic-prefect holding a bamboo sword. Wearing her uniform that represents her status in the School Committee; Black skirt with golden color edges, wearing the same vest with the etched gold eagle like Akira except red over her long-sleeve button up white shirt with a red ribbon. Her features set in an angry look, close to killing to the brunette especially.
"I wouldn't have to bang on your door if you do what you are supposed to do as a student here!" Aya screeched, grabbing the brunette sleeve and started to drag him. (Of course. Closing the door and remembering to lock it.)
"Hey! You don't have to drag me, idiot!" Akira retorted, pulling his arm away from the prefect grip before shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Then stop being such a turtle here and either walk fast or run before you're late to school!" The female prefect countered, checking her watch to only gasp and grab the brunette and dragging him again.
"What the hell, Aya?!" Akira yelled, protesting at the sudden pull.
"We have ten minutes and if we just walk, it takes twenty minutes!" Aya informed, glad that the streets weren't busy or crowded.
The brunette could only groan in annoyance as they enter the intersection, going straight the path.
-Teachings of Life: Demons are tricky and secretive creatures at first glance. -
Unaware of icy blue eyes watching the two students, particularly the boy himself. Clad in black clothing, his silver-hair tied in a braid, holding a cane as he tilted his hat. The man smiled to himself, standing from the rooftop of a building not too far from them.
"Soon…" The mysterious man spoke before he shortly disappeared stealthy after the brunette from a distance.
Yes, he had thought. He founded him and he won't let go him ever again.
To be continued...
Prologue is up, this is also up on Deviantart on my account.
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