Angel of fire
Warnings/notes : Schuldich/Nagi/Omi, Nagi pov
Disclaimer : I don't own Weiss Kreuz. The song 'Fallen angels' belongs to Aerosmith.
written at 11th july 2003, by Misura
Thanks to Craw/Brad (uhm, sorry it took a while ^^;), TigerZahn (thank you!!), Yanagi-sen (*coughs* well, not using them, probably ^^; glad to hear you liked it!), Wai-Aki (thank you very much!), Precognition74 (thank you!), Coppelia (I just can't help myself ^^; glad you enjoy it!), Ryuusei Houkou, The Wanderer (thank you!), Silver Flame (sorry I made Omi not as cheerful as usual ^^; this chapter should answer your question about Nagi and Omi) and Kaelina (thank you very much!).
//Falling, falling, falling//
Melodramatic as it sounds, I think neither me nor Omi would still be alive if it wasn't for the third member of our little tryst. Schuldich.
I don't know what it is about you that yells at me to live and never dare to give up, yet it's there.
We both sense it. Sometimes we love you for it, sometimes we hate you for it.
Because there are moments when we just want to quit.
Let's face it ; no one would really miss either of us.
Our lifes aren't exactly pleasant either, most likely they'll be short too.
Do you know what it's like to have Death as your constant companion?
To hear about casualties on the radio and know it's your doing?
We do. It's living hell, because we know we'll do it again. And again.
Until the day we die in some back-alley, anonymous, unlamented. Except by *you*.
//Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?//
Funny, how you tend to say you're in this for the sex only.
Who do you think you're fooling?
Omi was a virgin when you got to him, and I was as shy as one.
Does that sound like the kind of people someone would pick for a good fuck?
For someone who claims to hate deception, Schuldich, you sure lie a lot.
I wonder how you can take it.
How you can stand *us*, with all our troubles and masks.
Is this what love is?
Being chained to life because of a single person?
//Somewhere out there
There's a shining light//
Don't get me wrong ; I like Omi a lot. Only he's not enough.
He's too much like myself, I suppose.
Fun to talk to, to relate to, to make homework with.
He could have been a friend, had we been more normal.
I've never been that ; in a way I suppose I have my oh-so useful 'gift' to make up for the way most people treat me.
But Omi ... he could have been. If only his father hadn't been such a cold bastard.
His death would be one of the few I'd like to participate in.
Angel of Midnight ... that's what you called me. Guess it's better than Nagikins.
I suppose that makes Omi the angel of Daylight, with his sunspun hair and clear-blue eyes.
And Schuldich? I think fire suits you very well.
//And I got to be with you tonight//
You're the flame that keeps ours alive.
You're the spark that enflames our senses.
You run through our lifes like wildfire, never taking 'no' for an answer, never giving up on us.
We love you for it, even when we curse you because of it.
It's almost as if you're on fire sometimes, too alive to be possible.
If this world is a grey one, with bits of black and white, you're the red.
Out of the ordinary. Excitingly dangerous.
Yet safe at the same time.
You'd never hurt either of us, unless it would be to protect us from ourselves.
//And with all we're nowhere
We still pay the price//
Because it would hurt us more than anything to lose you.
And death would mean exactly that. Nothing more, nothing less.
If you go, we'll go too, but until that day we'll hold on.
You want us to live for ourselves, I know. Only it's hard. Too hard.
There are too many people trying to mold us.
Even you do it, unwillingly, trying to shape us like you think we were meant to be.
That's another thing that makes you different from us.
They are impossible, each and every one of them. You don't care.
They're yours and you keep them, sharing them with us on occasion.
//Yeah the Devil seems to get his way
In downtown paradise//
"You look distracted tonight." You remark. "What's keeping you awake?"
I shrug. "The usual."
You sigh. "At least I got one of you properly asleep." You gesture at Omi.
"Is that why you're here, to get us to sleep?" That would be a new excuse.
Not that I care. I'm used to lies, and yours are sweeter than most.
"No. I'm here to make you relax a bit. You know, to make you work better tomorrow on the mission. That's why Crawford was paying for dinner." You wink.
"Does he know you took Omi as well?" I'm curious.
Crawford always seems to be your opposite. Cold, when you're hot.
"Yes. He didn't mind."
Maybe he's like us. Even if he does seem to have a purpose in life sometimes, some goal he's trying to accomplish.
//Where do fallen angels go?
I just don't know (I just don't know)//
"I love you." I say, just because I can.
Who knows when the day comes I can't anymore?
It still touches you too, I can see it in your eyes.
You're such a fool. You care too much.
About me, about him.
I'm not jealous, but I think you'd better limit yourself in your feelings.
"I love you too, Nagi."
The words cut through my soul still.
You make me feel their truth, even if I'd rather not.
//Where do fallen angels go?
They keep falling (They keep falling)//
Our next kiss is pretty chaste.
It tastes bitter on my lips, because of its sweetness.
I don't understand that.
I wished I could be more like you want me to be.
I wished I could be more like you.
"Shall I wake Omi?" I propose, disentangling myself for a moment.
"He looks so cute when he sleeps."
I snort and poke Omi.
There are times when you're simply so sentimental it's impractical.
I'm pretty sure Omi would want me to wake him.
"You're heartless, Nagi." You're teasing me. Maybe you're more right than you think.
//There's a candle burning
La, la, la...//
Author's note : This was weird. At least, *I* think so. But I enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoyed reading it as well.