setsunadiava

Black Feathers

2009-10-14T14:04:25Z

Black Feathers (2/2)

Original fiction, characters and their sad fate belong to me…

Author: setsunadiava
Rating: PG
Notes: this is a trial of what I am actually aiming for, its based on degrading environmental condition and I’m not very sure about the angst level....please bear with it and forgive any mistakes and thank u for reading.
Summary: the earth was dying, and so was his will to live on.

“They hear the earth’s cry.” It said suddenly when it saw Vincent.

“What?” Brad asked.

“The children, they are the only ones who understand the earth’s pain.” It explained. “Because their hearts are still pure,”

“Okay…” Brad nodded pretending to understand the things that flew out of the creature’s mouth.

“There’s only so much that the earth can stand before it crumbles down.” It said sadly.

Brad didn’t say it but he agreed with the strange creature.

“What are you?” he asked for what was not the first time.

“The avatar of this ailing planet.” It replied.

****

Why this was happening, Brad didn’t know, but it felt much like the dreams he often had, of the world ending.

The world was going to end for the human race because it was selfish, the sin of man kind was suffocating the earth, and now they were going to pay for it. Every day a father fell from the angel-like avatar’s wings. It gave an explanation for it every time, and each time it told him how it could have been avoided but man never cared so they would have to suffer for it…

“Man only needs to start to care for each other and then it would be fine and yet it is not happening.” It would say to him every time a feather fell.

“The amount of carbon released into the air in one day is enough to consume the earth in a time of two years time.” It said suddenly to him once.

Brad felt uncomfortable. He knew that of course, he had tried to tell people that so many times but no one had heard him out, yet how could he say that? How could he speak against his own kind like some kind of ingrate? So he chose to say, “The damage can still be reversed.”

It smiled at him, a challenging smile.

“And how many people are prepared to do so? Brad Flowride?” it demanded. “It’s just you and your young brother? And who else will be prepared to give up even minor luxuries for the sake of the environment? Do you think it is that easy??” it demanded. “how many times have you tried to get the higher ups to listen to you and haw many times have you been turned down?” it sneered at him.

Brad clenched his fists. “It is nothing but easy but it is not impossible.” He replied, “I’ll try again till I succeed in my goals.” And just as he said that a feather fell lightly to the ground.

The avatar smiled bitterly.

“This was for the oceans that will never see life in them. This could have been avoided if there had been no under water petrol pumps… there has been too many leaks in these pumps. Now no life will ever flourish in the oceans…” it said sadly. “There was what we called sea lions about fifty years ago. They always live near the ocean and so they all died when there was a major leak broke out… their prey died out and their homes were destroyed, they were killed for their fur and meat…” it said “they could have survived if the NGOs were not shut down…if some one had cared enough to do something.”

Brad knew it was true. To save nature that was on the brink of being totally destroyed all that had to be done was to put their Hands together and work together for it. But he knew as well as the tree’s avatar did that that was near impossible. There was a very slim chance man would redeem there ways and make sacrifices to save the dying earth…. This was the 25^th century after all… no one cared for the other. One only sought their own profit… man kind was selfish like that…. and so was he to an extent. He wanted to be happy with his brother, that was selfish too, he supposed, because he wanted his own happiness even when he knew there were thousands that could never ever be happy in their entire lives.

“So what will you do when the last of your feathers fall?” Brad asked for the sake of conversation and also because he wanted to know what the avatar had planned.

The avatar looked out of the window. “When will your brother be home?” it asked.

This was happening very often. Every time Brad brought up the topic, the avatar changed it. He was growing tired of the game.

He caught the avatar’s arm and turned it to face him. “Give me a straight answer; what do you plan to do if all your feathers fall?” Brad asked sternly.

Its beautiful silver eyes met his, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe, they were serene eyes, Brad wasn’t sure how to describe them. They were deep, and calm yet they looked like the storm that brews up in the middle of a sea and will in due course destroy everything. Those eyes were not vicious and yet they reminded him of large fires that consume entire villages and forests…Of the floods that engulfed the entire cities and coasts that were impossible to stop even with modern day technology…of the thunder storms that devastated humans that stuck even the most influential people dead. Of the hail storms that often beat down on their roof and the mighty thunder that clashed outside, yet it also reminded him of huge trees with lush green leaves and a peaceful presence, of the rare view of a single dew drop on the leaves in the early morning… it made him remember love.

Brad let go, the being looked out. “Do you know how many birds flew in the sky before the 3^rd world war?” it asked him.

“I don’t,” Brad answered.

“Now you'll never see them.” It said.

“Then why do you tell me all this?” Brad demanded irritably.

“because if man is to work hard right from now then perhaps their children will be able to see the birds fly in the sky, hear them sing...” it replied thoughtfully.

Brad stared at it.

“You mean there is a chance for the human race to live on?” he asked.

It smiled. “What ever gave you the impression that it didn’t?” it asked.

With that Vincent scurried in. he was panting and was out of breath, but he looked exceedingly happy all the same.

“Brother! Brother!” he exclaimed as he ran in.

Brad caught him in his arms. “Slow down!” he exclaimed gently. “What is it?” he asked

Vincent was practically bouncing in his arms.

“I just thought of something!!” he announced proudly. “It’s really good.”

“Oh?” Brad asked shooting suspicious looks at the smiling avatar.

“There used to be those huge fans to generate energy before the war right?” Vincent asked.

Brad blinked. “Yes that’s true,” he confirmed. “But since using petroleum is more efficient no one uses it anymore except the poorer countries where petroleum has been exhausted…”

Vincent beamed. “You know how to make one?” he asked.

“Vincent … it isn’t a toy.” Brad said firmly.

“I know but if we use it maybe the other people will start to use one in their houses as well.”

Vincent said. His eyes large and optimistic.

The avatar’s long lashes fluttered shut. It was smiling.

“Vincent not all people in this world are prepared to follow up trends like that.” Brad explained carefully. “They won’t care.”

“How can you say that without trying?” Vincent asked.

A child’s mind, so simple, they thought everything was easy, that faith alone could guide their dreams. Brad was like that once. But now he knew the way of the world, and had accepted what the avatar said was true and that there was very little they could do to prevent the inevitable, the earth was on its way to its doom.

He didn’t have the heart to say that to Vincent.

“I’ll… think about it.” He said hoarsely.

Vincent seemed very happy with that.

Vincent bounced away.

The avatar gave him a snide look. He glared at it. “What?!” Brad demanded irritably.

“You are such a liar.” It said.

“Yes, So I am and what do you care.” Brad snapped.

“But that thing about wind as an alternative was very true you know. Petroleum is going to be done for by the next decade or so but wind will be there as long as the air is there,” the avatar said.

Brad looked at it. “Why are you here?” he asked.

It gave him a look. “Because as I said before the earth wants a change and I am going to give it that change,” it said.

As he spoke another feather fell. It stared at the fallen feather thoughtfully.

“There is barely any time left.” It stated, and indeed many of the black feathers had fallen from its wings and now its wings were rather naked if anything.

****

“Why don’t you eat?” the avatar asked him.

Brad shrugged. “I don’t feel hungry.” He lied.

“It’s because the wasted cans are thrown into the oceans isn’t it?” it asked.

Brad glared at it, “it is none of your business,” he snapped.

“It is actually. The sea cries because of the injustice done to it by man who should actually be taking care of it.” The avatar contradicted, “You’re the only one who hears its cries,”

Brad chose to ignore it. What it said was true but Brad wanted to deny that truth. The black feathers on the floor bothered him, the avatar’s gradually paling face did. Every time a feather fell it looked lost like it had lost a part of its soul somehow…

“Hey Vincent, about that wind mill how about I make one tomorrow?” Brad asked.

Vincent looked at him and beamed. “Really!?” he exclaimed happily.

“Yeah. And maybe others will follow our lead,” Brad said the words that he didn’t believe.

Vincent seemed happy though.

The next day a forest fire claimed the forest.

“It wasn’t an accident.” The avatar said sounding upset.

A feather landed lightly on Brad’s hand. He clenched it tightly in his fist.

****

Vincent was upset about the forest so be took him there the avatar followed him.

Vincent began to cry and Brad had no idea what to do.

The avatar leaned down and pushed some ash out of the way a pink glow emitted from its frail fingers, both brothers looked on in fascination, something green creped out of the ground, it unfurled itself into a vine and then leaves…..

“Look here.” The avatar said. “In a few days there will be a little tree growing right here.” It said. “The earth always recovers if given time and opportunity to…” it said, “so there is no reason to cry, child.”

Vincent gave it a strange look. “But what if it isn’t ever given the chance to recover?” Vincent asked.

Brad looked shocked. That Vincent should understand this basic human nature of not allowing others live. Maybe Vincent too felt the same way as the avatar that the human race should be wiped out from the face of the earth and the nature would be restored to its previous self…

But Brad no longer shared these thoughts. The earth needed humans on it. The humans were meant to take care of the earth, and that was the way things should be, Brad was not going to give up on that.

“Vincent, how about if we work on it? This forest I mean. We can grow it back if we try.” He said to Vincent, casting a glance at the avatar. Its lashes were closed.

Vincent looked pleased, “really?” he cried.

“Yes,” Brad replied. “We’ll start right from now.” He added.

“And somehow you think that just the two of you can rebuild this?” the avatar asked sharply.

Vincent looked at it and said earnestly. “If we start some others will try.”

Its eyes widened as if surprised, and then it smiled. It patted Vincent’s head. “Your mind is so simple, it all humans were as earnest as you are then the earth wouldn’t have been in this state today,” it said, Vincent probably didn’t understand what it meant but Brad did.

“What are you waiting for then?” the avatar asked him. “You need to work from now if you want to rebuild an entire forest!”

Brad stared at it. “Yes, you’re right.” He agreed.

****

“How did it go?” the avatar asked as soon as he got home.

He had gone to the annual conference for their locality where problems at hand were discussed.

“Horrible.” Brad said. “I told them about setting up the wind mills in this province as an alternative to petroleum and carbon, and to help us with the forest, they said that they will consider it.” He added, “I don’t think they will seriously care about it.”

“I see…” it said.

“This is hopeless.” He exploded. “I've been doing the same thing every year, they never tried it.” He ranted, “Rebuilding the forest will be totally out of the question.”

“There may still be hope though.” The avatar insisted.

“You seem optimistic.” Be remarked dryly.

“I only have five feathers left. So I am hoping for the best.” It replied.

****

“What would a world without carbon look?” Brad asked randomly.

“beautiful.” The avatar replied.

“Have you ever seen it?” Vincent asked.

The avatar sighed.

“No, I haven’t, but my ancestors had seen it, and that memory had been passed down the generations.” It said.

“Memory of generation, isn’t it?” Brad asked.

“Yes,” it replied. “Every living creature has them, but it seems man has forgotten the memory passed down through the generations.”

Outside thunder clashed and the avatar shuddered slightly.

“Are you cold?” brad asked.

The avatar sighed. “no.” it replied simply.

It stared out of the window with a strange look of disposition on its frail, oh so beautiful face, brad found him unable to resist reaching out and touching its face.

The avatar gave him a strange look. The wind hollered outside, the rain beat down fast and unforgiving on the roof. The avatar’s skin was so smooth and yet so cold, like a marbled surface…

“What are you?” Brad asked.

The avatar gave him an amused look, a small smile playing on its lips. “How many times do you intend to ask?” it asked. “I tell you time and again that I am the avatar of this dying earth.”

“What will you do now?” Brad asked it.

“For now I will rest” it replied.

And almost promptly its fell against brad’s chest… it was light almost too light for Brad’s comfort… the avatar seemed too surreal…far too beautiful to be true…. Brad absently put his arms around it…so thin and so frail it seemed far too transient, it scared Brad. He held on to it tightly. Outside thunder clashed.

****

The next day Vincent came in running, “brother this just came in for you,” he said as he handed Brad an official letter with the seal of the ruling dynasty on it.

Brad held his breath as he sensed that this could not be anything good.

He broke the seal and read it. The letter fell from his hands listlessly.

Mr. Flowride.

Due to complain from the local committee your immigration certificate has been deemed void and you have been asked to evacuate the colony.

The A.S.U.

“It’s outrageous.” The avatar said sharply. “They want you gone because you are trying to bring about a change that will threaten their status.”

Brad blinked. “What?” he demanded.

“I told you it won’t be easy to change the present state of things.” The avatar said accusingly. Two of its feathers had already fallen off. “You and Vincent are the only humans willing to accept a change. The rest don’t care about the state of this world as long as they can live in peace themselves. As long as they have enough they don’t care whether or not the rest of the world has enough. Man doesn’t care about the environment he lives in, all he cares about is what he has and what he can get!!” the avatar snarled. “This world is better off without them!!”

Brad sat down. Vincent had gone off to play, ignorant to the turmoil in the air.

The avatar was seething.

“You know what? I decided to wait and give man a chance to redeem but what do I get? Even after five hundred years of waiting, I don’t see any reformation!!” it cried.

Brad watched it. He was fascinated by the way its presence went from calming to overwhelming, he was scared if it then.

“This is it. I have made up my mind about this; I will wipeout the human species.” The avatar declared.

There was a sudden flash of lightning as a clash of thunder roared outside. The ground shook, the clouds burst and a shower broke out.

Brad realized then that this was officially very bad indeed, “Oi! What are you doing?” he cried.

The avatar either didn’t hear him or chose to ignore him. Its eyes were glowing silver and its hair was standing on end, the air around it was shooting up. Brad realized if he stayed there he would be crushed by the falling debris and that would be it.

He had to get out and get Vincent as well…

He froze at the door.

It was not even acid rain this time.

There would be fire and hail falling from above and showering down upon the earth below… but all it ever hit was the race we have come to know as the kings of the earth, the human species…

His dreams were coming true as the hail and burning sulfur rained down on the earth, there was nothing he could do! This was the end of the earth…? Were they all going to die like this?

“Vincent…”Brad gasped as he remembered that his younger brother was still out there!

“Vincent! Vincent!” he yelled into the chaos. As he tried to avoid the falling fire with the help of breaking down houses.

If this was the end at least he'd die with his brother, he wasn’t going to leave his brother ever, even in death he'd be by Vincent’s side…

“Brother!” Vincent was hiding under a broken down tree. There was no hail or fire that hit the tree.

There would be fire and hail falling from above and showering down upon the earth below… but all it ever hit was the race we have come to know as the kings of the earth, the human species…

His dream was indeed coming true. None of the trees were being hit.

“What’s happening brother?” Vincent asked as Brad picked him up.

It’s not going to end like this! We deserve another chance. Brad thought.

The stench of burning flesh surrounded them. The rain of fire was claiming lives.

Vincent and I have tried to change the system and I am sure there are many others who want the world to change as well, it’s not fair for it all to end like this!

Brad set Vincent down.

“Vincent please wait for me don’t leave this tree, it will keep you safe if you trust it.” Brad said. Vincent looked terrified but he nodded, he looked out at the fire that was falling from the sky, doubt and fear swelled in his heart, he was human too…

The trees seem to be talking to me… the sway of their branches and the rustle of their leaves…all seem like a way of talking to me… like they are accepting me as one of their own…

He remembered his dreams.

But I have always loved the nature around me and it has always loved me back, I have always tried to change the way of the world, I have always tried to keep my world close to my heart.

He took a deep breath and stepped out in the rain the fire fell around him and didn’t touch him.

He ran back to where the avatar was where the cause of all this was, he would have to try and stop this before the A.S.U. intervened and caused even more damage.

The force of the wind as he got nearby was so great that it nearly threw him aside like paper. Brad was horrified to see a tornado formed over what used to be his house.

The avatar was at the eye of the tornado.

Its wings were completely gone now. A single black feather flew his direction. He caught it before it got blown away,

What should he do…?

“Do you want a name?” he asked.

It frowned, and then nodded slowly, “to have a name would be nice.” It said.

Brad thought about it a while, but before he could think of a name for it another question caught his attention.

“Your wings are black.” He said.

The being looked disappointed.

He forced his way through. Glass shards cut into his arms and the side of his face.

He reached the center of the storm and he was awed by the sheer magnificence of what could be called ‘fury of mother nature,’ he stared at the avatar, awe struck. It truly was the avatar of the earth.

“Hey!” he called loudly.

It looked at him but there was anger in those silver eyes he had come to love so much. The face he had come to love looked so different veiled in anger and hate; a chill ran up his spine. It didn’t recognize him. Brad thought of the dying people and his brother and calmed his heart.

“That’s enough. Stop it at once.” He yelled.

It glared at him and said in a voice very different from the one he was used to, “you assume the right to tell me what to do? Human? Your kind has brought nothing but disaster on Mother Nature and yet you speak on their behalf…” it glared at him, “you are no better that the rest of them it seems. If you speak on their behalf, then die with them!!”

A large ball of fire flew towards him, Brad didn’t move, he couldn’t break his resolve now… the ball of fire stopped in front of him, inches from his body. Brad looked at the avatar. It was in anguish, it was in tears, “why? Why do you do this? You have eyes but you don’t see the pain the earth feels! You have ears but you don’t hear its cries! You have lips but you don’t speak for the earth that can’t speak for itself! You can feel but you don’t feel the hurt the earth feels!” it cried, Brad realized it wasn’t talking about him but the general of the human species.

He chose his words carefully.

“We had eyes but they were weak, our ears heard but our minds failed to understand, we had lips that couldn’t even speak for us. We can feel but we are slow to empathize…” he said quietly. “That’s why we are humans, its hard for us to do things right. But if we try hard we can do a lot better I promise you,” Brad said.

The avatar stared at him. The ground stopped shaking, the thunder became distant, the wind became weak, and Brad clutched the single feather tightly in his fist.

“You said the children like my brother hear the earth cry, didn’t you?” Brad asked. “Do they deserve to die as well?”

He dared to walk closer to the avatar.

He now saw its face was almost white as chalk, and looked like a lily kept in the sun for too long. It was close to death, Brad realized, his heart twisted painfully in his chest.

“Give the humans another chance, if the children can learn to love their world so can the adults. Vincent will help them learn the path he has learnt.” Brad said.

He was at arms length from the avatar now. He touched its ashen face and looked it in the eyes. “Keep this with you and spare the human race one last time.” He said as he pressed the feather into the avatar’s small hand. “And if a life has to be taken, take mine.” He said his voice a bare whisper.

The avatar’s eyes widened.

“Let me go with you to where ever it is you will go next.” Brad said, and tenderly added, “Avial,” that’s your name. The only gift I can give you, he thought.

“Avial,” it repeated. “It’s a good name.” it said.

“Yeah,” Brad agreed. The avatar leaned forward and brushed its pale cold lips against his.

Avial sighed. Its body began to melt away and as it entered the soil it enriched it. Brad felt his heart twist in pain as he saw the last of Avial mix into the soil. The avatar was gone forever, and so was Brad’s will to live.

Everything was over now, the earths anger was satisfied, and the only sacrifice was a young man’s life and a small boy’s only family. But the future was brighter now.

The clouds parted and the bright sun shown through the blue sky on the lifeless body of Brad Flowride, the sky was indeed blue, just like the color of his eyes.

****

Epilogue

Year: 2520 AD

Place: Flowride Research Center

It’s been twenty years since I found my brother’s body in the ruins of our old house, at first I couldn’t accept it at all. Then I saw he was smiling, whatever had happened he had been happy.

Now that I think about it, the avatar that had lived with us died that day as well. So I wonder if he died for the avatar. I think my brother had loved that avatar just as he had loved the earth that he lived on.

I wonder if he had died in our place, he had I think, he died for the people that lived on this earth, and that avatar died for the earth-so that it could be enriched and beautiful as it had been five hundred years back.

The cost of the earth and man kind had been the life of my brother who was never to be known by the people of the earth that were in his dept. I don’t know what he may have said to save us but I know him well enough to guess.

Give the humans another chance, if the children can learn to love their world so can the adults. Vincent will help them learn the path he has learnt.

And so I will. This earth that we have is not For free. We have it and we need to take care for as long as we live on it. The earth is as beautiful as it used to be. The A.S.U. has lost its hold and a democratic government had emerged again. There are several NGOs that look after the nature, petroleum got exhausted a few years back and now solar energy has completely replaced it.

And I am still working hard to find many other such forms of non conventional energy. I vowed to keep my brother’s dream of a better world alive.

This earth is the only home that we have and I have sworn to keep it alive and beautiful. We may not get anymore chances.

I have realized that is important for us to save the nature that we have while we can.

I have no regrets.

The sky is blue and the birds that soar through it are beautiful.

****

setsunadiava @ 2009-10-13T16:28:00

2009-10-13T11:02:15Z

Black Feathers ( 1/2)
original work
Author: setsunadiava
Rating: PG
Notes:this is a trial of what i am actually aiming for, its based on degrading environmental condition and i'm not very sure about the angst level....please bear with it and forgive any mistakes and thank u for reading.
Summary: the earth was dying, and so was his will to live on.

Black Feathers

Prologue

I can’t sleep any more. Every time I close my eyes I am assaulted with terrible images. There would be people dying left and right all around me, their lives being taken away as if it were worth nothing.

There would be fire and hail falling from above and showering down upon the earth below… but all it ever hit was the race we have come to know as the kings of the earth, the human species…

The smell of smoke and burning flesh wakes me, and I can’t go back to sleep.

It seems like some ominous warning, there had to be something out there that was telling me about it through my dreams… if only I knew what it was then maybe I can do something…I've never been one to believe in the supernatural but…

What is it that I have to do…?

Is there a purpose to my dreams or are they only plain nightmares…?

I don’t know when it began, but I have lost my appetite, I don’t sleep anymore, I am becoming weaker and weaker every day… I'm sick and tired of every thing, of life…

Nothing seems right anymore.

I sit outside at nights and watch the stars; it feels like they are mocking me… the moon looks like it is laughing at me…

It seems that I have gone mad… but deep within my soul I can feel it is all true… and that I am not hallucinating…

The trees seem to be talking to me… the sway of their branches and the rustle of their leaves…all seem like a way of talking to me… like they are accepting me as one of their own… my own thoughts seem absurd and mad to me…

I wonder if I have truly lost it… because it feels like the clatter of rain outside is the earth’s tear drops falling… I think I hear the earth crying…

When I see wood being chopped I throw up, the sight of canned food makes me nauseous… its becoming more and more absurd. When I hear the resonance of raindrops on my roof I think I hear the earth screaming…and I feel my gut wrench….

I hear a voice… in my mind… it calls out to me… it calls me by my name and yet I do not know what I hear… its all a distant lull, a drone in the back of my mind I cannot dismiss and I cannot comprehend…

I don’t know what's going on anymore; perhaps I don’t really want to know about it…

Year: 2500 AD

Place: FORMER INDIA, GANGTOK, SIKKIM.

There was an old tree at the center of the forest; they said it was at least five hundred years old. It was magnificent. There would be flowers in bloom every year at spring time. The scent of these flowers was just magnificent. The lush green leaves swayed in the breeze like it was dancing…

Brad Flowride came to see this very tree everyday, it was like an old friend to him, he had seen this tree ever since he was a five year old toddler. This tree had seen him grow up through good times and bad times for fifteen long years. To Brad this tree was like a living person. It was a part of his life.

And today he had arrived at the center of the forest like he always had for the past fifteen years, the rhythmic rustle of leaves felt like a verbal greeting to his ears.

“How are you today?” he asked it.

The leaves just rustled in response.

Brad sat down at the foot of the tree.

A few petals of the light purple blossoms fell around him. He caught a single petal. He always felt at peace when he stood there under the tree. It felt like having a roof over his head that would keep him from all harm. He talked to the tree as though it understood his every word, and if you asked Brad he'd say, the tree did indeed understand him, and that it even responded to what he had to say…

“I see… the world really has changed… hasn’t it?” Brad said thoughtfully. “Yes, it really has changed.” He looked up the darkened sky. “The sky can no longer be seen…” he said. “In fact, I have never seen it myself… only in images and holograms…”

He looked up at the tree. “How is it that you still bloom? The other trees don’t… not any more at least…” he told the tree.

“But you are special. Aren't you?” Brad asked it.

More petals fell around him and Brad smiled at it. “You really do understand me. Don’t you?”

Brad’s eyes were blue… they said that the sky used to be blue fifty years back. They said there used to be birds that actually flew in the sky back then… that there were so many more kinds of animals that lived on this now so desolated earth. That the water was pure enough for animals to survive in it… but not any more… the earth was much too polluted for any thing but the toughest to survive along side the humans who had polluted the earth and continued to do so… Brad wondered if the chain would ever be broken….

“I wish I could have seen the world about a hundred years ago…” Brad said wistfully. “But that’ll remain a dream forever… but I'm not too upset because I have you, don’t I?” he added. “Even the sky looks brighter around you …”

Brad closed his eyes and stayed quiet for a while. Then there was a loud clash of thunder. It was going to rain soon.

“Is it true that rain was welcome all those years back?” Brad asked.

The leaves moved in a gentle rhythm.

“I see you must have loved it too then…” Brad replied as though the tree had spoken to him. “But now the rain drops hurt…”

It was true. The fusion of the rain drops with the dozens of gases in the stratosphere made the once welcome rain water, man’s worst nightmare. The droplets destroyed crops and plants, some cases were so bad that even people died after being battered down by acidic droplets of rain water…

“I must be leaving now, it’s due to rain. But I promise to be back by tomorrow.” Brad said as he stood up and dusted his clothes. He patted the tree trunk. “Take care.” He added tenderly.

With that he jogged out through the forest. He didn’t see the small purple flowers light up in a brilliant array of lights and the leaves and branches sway in the wind as though it were dancing… the slight jingle of bells in the air could have been a song… or a curse….

The clouds broke in a rapid outburst of rain drops. The leaves of the trees of the forest fell victim to the unforgiving acid as they all dropped to the forest floor in defeat to the destruction man had brought about onto nature and himself.

The lone tree that blossomed at the center of all the devastation continued to sway merrily as though it were unaffected by the chaos around it. Its tiny purple flowers beaming and radiating as if it were a perfect sunny day… the acid raid fell over it but never actually hit its leaves or its pretty blossoms…Brad had said it was a special tree and it was, but Brad had no idea just how special it was….

As the sky darkened the tree could be seen with fluctuating glow of a soft red color and the rhythm would seem like heartbeats… what was developing and growing within the magnificent tree was what no one could have ever imagined. In this world where man cared only for himself, where there was no love for the next human let alone the nature around them, who would have possibly imagined that an avatar of the earth’s anger and hurt because of man’s selfishness would be born to take vengeance on all those who had oppressed it? The human species had forgotten their place; they had forgotten that they were not all powerful and that there was a force that could tear them out, a force so strong that they would only be able to watch the destruction around them as the nature took out the full brunt of its wrath on the general of human species.

And yet there was hope, if only man would amend his ways…

****

It was late by the time Brad got home. He stopped outside his house thoughtfully. He lived with his seven year old brother, Vincent Flowride, his family had all been killed during the third world war, also known as the nuclear disaster, six years ago, as lakhs lost their lives and the world suffered a crushing blow to its economic development. The world was lucky that it hadn’t been sent back to the Stone Age.

However the situation was so bad that Brad thought that the Stone Age would have been better than this, anything would have been better than this…

Vincent was his treasure, the only one of his blood left alive… no, Vincent was the only one he saved… it had been a very selfish decision… but what could he have done? He only had enough time to save one person and he had chosen his half brother… not his mother or his own blood brothers…

He wished he could have given his brother a hope to live on, but this world was so depressing that the idea of a good life and a bright future was so far away that it was almost laughable. But Brad was sure that there was hope. There was a chance they could save what was left of this dying world if they tried. If the humans could destroy then they most certainly could rebuild what they had destroyed… if only they cared about it enough… although Brad was starting to have doubts about it… he had sent so many petitions to governing bodies but to no avail… they had all turned corrupt only wanting to gather riches on this dying earth and rob it of the very few resources it had left… everything seemed corrupt now…

The innocence was all dying away just as the newborns were dying away as the polluted air suffocated them… Vincent was a lucky survivor. Death was a very common occurrence to this era. Hope was dead as well as all the love…

Brad walked in.

“I'm home!” he called out into the dimly lit room.

There was no reply. For a moment Brad worried if Vincent had been killed by looters or if he too had fallen victim to the incurable diseases that plagued the earth. But a small child holding a candle in one hand and a stuffed cat in the other padded out from the inner room.

“Hey brat, I'm home.” Brad said tenderly to the child.

Vincent looked at Brad and retorted. “Don’t call me a brat.”

“Why not? That is what you are after all.” Brad asked innocently.

Vincent didn’t look amused but he let the matter slide for once and Brad got worried once again. It wasn’t like Vincent to let such matters go easily…

Vincent looked sad.

“Hey, what's wrong… are you alright?” he asked.

“I'm fine…” Vincent replied.

“Are you sure?? You look depressed to me.” Brad said sharply.

“The last ones died today.” Vincent said.

“Last of what?” Brad asked slowly.

“Didn’t you hear? The last of the crows died today…” Vincent said.

Crows… they were the last of the birds left alive… the only ones able to stand the polluted air and food…there had been a handful of them left in a few zoos… there were probably none left in the wild… Brad had known that they wouldn’t last very long but… it was disappointing to hear…

“That’s sad…” he said.

“Brother, have you seen birds… in the wild?” Vincent asked.

Brad hesitated. Before the war there were quite a few variety of birds around… but almost all of them had been wiped out as an aftermath of that horrible war that devastated many lives… there had been one particular beautiful bird called the nightingale which had a very sweet voice… its species had been hunted down for the sake of its voice box that was discovered to have properties to make one’s voice sweet as the nightingale’s… one had been killed in his own home by his own mother when he was twelve years old… he had hated her for it ever since… perhaps that was why he hadn’t saved her as well all those years back… a woman who could kill such a sweet bird couldn’t fall any lower…

“Yes… yes I have…” he replied.

“Were they as pretty as in the pictures?” Vincent asked eyes wide and hopeful.

Brad’s heart twisted painfully. He wanted to say ‘no, they were even more beautiful.’, but Vincent would never see them with his own eyes so why bother? It was such a pity that they were all gone and all they had left of those magnificent creatures were pictures, holograms and recorded songs…

Just as the blue sky was but a far away dream…

“Yes they were.” He said.

“Oh…” Vincent didn’t ask anymore questions.

“Let’s have dinner, Vincent,” Brad said to kill the silence.

“Yes, lets,” Vincent agreed.

Brad shut the door and the rest of the word away from them for the night. There was a violent clash of thunder and the rain poured heavily. Brad was grateful he had returned early that day. The acid rain was known to kill humans…

He was grateful for the roof over his head. The hoped the tree he adored would be okay although he had seen it had incredible resistance to the man made destructive forces… he would go there to check on it first thing tomorrow. For now all he could do was wait the night out. He had a duty. He had a young child to look after. It wouldn’t do for him to run out at such an hour and leave the child all alone so late in the night…

Brad set the food on the table.

And he felt a sickness in the pit of his stomach. The sight of the canned meat made him feel nausea… he didn’t want to eat anymore… he had a sudden assault of guilt as he remembered how this meat was acquired, he had been ignoring it up to now but today…

He couldn’t possibly not eat, after all food was hard to find. They had to eat to stay alive, even nature agreed with that but this… this was at the price of those animals that were fast on the track to extinction… his mind had flashed of how the goats were mercilessly chopped up while they were still alive for better quality meat… Brad ran a hand through his silver hair. He had never told Vincent of this, the boy would stop eating if he ever found out about it… Brad wondered why he was thinking of all this now of all times…

The thought of how the cans he was using would either be dumped in the ocean or other water bodies made him sick. He was helping the rest of the flock contaminate their already ailing planet… He felt his face flush over with guilt.

“Brother… what’s wrong?” Vincent’s voice brought him back to reality. The boy’s large blue eyes looked scared… why was he scared, Brad wondered, then he realized he was lying on his back on the floor… had he passed out? He sat up and rubbed his sore backside.

“I'm okay, Vincent,” he assured. “I'm just a little tired is all…”

Vincent looked suspicious but kept his doubts to himself…

“But the floor can’t be so comfortable that you want to lie down on it…” Vincent said in a confused tone.

A child’s mind is so simple, Brad thought, I wish our lives were as simple right now…

“Vincent, will you eat with out me today?” he asked.

Now Vincent looked even more confused.

“Why wont you?” he asked.

“I'm not hungry, will it be okay if I just sit with you and not eat?” Brad asked.

Vincent looked happy with the compromise. Children… So easy to please… if only man was so easy to please, the earth would have been in a much better state…humans were so selfish and demanding, and one day that would cause the end of them someday…

“Brother what are you thinking about..?” Vincent wanted to know.

“Nothing of interest to you, Vincent …” Brad replied.

Vincent looked skeptic but let the matter go.

They ate in absolute silence. The thunder roared outside. Brad felt his insides twist with an unpleasant sensation. The storm felt like some sort of warning to them all… but then maybe he was being too creative.

****

For the first time in five hundred years it was truly alive. Its body was feeble, weak, and helpless. If it could it would crawl back into the safety of the earth and away from the dangerous world of man where its life would be continuous peril. The rain was unpleasant and it hurt the newly formed skin that covered its frail body…its eyes were like pools of molten silver and the wet hair that fell over its body was just as beautiful and silver, the skin was ivory white…

To any casual observer it could have been an angel thrown down from heaven… and indeed it was as beautiful as any angel… perhaps even more so… anyone who would look at it would be mesmerized by the creature… that is until one looked into its eyes… those silver narrow eyes that was filled with venom and anger… hatred…with fire in them like the very pits of hell and beyond…the demon in its eyes… the monster that beautiful face masked… the acid rain was nothing compared to the anger and resentment it felt inside…

Its wings were black… pitch black like the midnight sky….

The ancient tree behind it began to wither… its once green leaves fell to the ground and the beautiful little flowers fell along with them… the tree once so beautiful was now no better than the rest of the dying trees of that forest….

*****

Brad wrote what must have been his 50^th letter to the current ruling dynasty, the A.S.U., requesting the permission to revive the alternate sources of energy then petroleum and fossil fuels. But as usual his petitions would be turned down Brad knew, after all the alternate sources cost more and demanded more care. The new government didn’t have enough care in them to try.

****

That day Vincent had insisted on going with Brad to see the tree that his brother talked so much about. Realizing he had no choice on the matter, Brad had somewhat reluctantly let Vincent follow him into the forest. Even on his way there Brad wondered if it had been a good idea to let Vincent go with him to such a dangerous place…

The entire forest looked naked Brad wasn’t surprised. The acid rain was sure to devastate anything in its path. It was no wonder that this forest too met the same fate. But the Brad was sure that his special tree wouldn’t have share the same fate as the others. After all it had survived the worst of the showers…

Its leaves would be green and beautiful, and its flowers would be in the glory of its full bloom. The distinctive scent of the flowers would still be there, and it would intoxicate him with its richness. Brad froze, the scent should have reached him be now… but all he could smell was the rotting stench of dead leaves. Why was that? He began to worry. His feet picked up pace, beside him Vincent gave him a confused look.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Brad lied. But he didn’t slow down. He was worried about that tree he was so attached to…a few yards away and he could see that there was something wrong with the tree.

“What is it brother?” Vincent asked when Brad stopped suddenly.

“Vincent wait here a while. I’ll be right back.” Brad replied. “Don’t go off by yourself, okay?”

Vincent nodded vigorously not questioning Brad’s decisions.

Brad nodded sharply, satisfied with Vincent’s answer.

He walked rather quickly towards the place where his precious tree was…he stopped dead in his tracks, it wasn’t the fact that his tree was stripped, naked and devoid of any flowers or leaves, it wasn’t that that tree looked no better that the rest of the trees there…

There was a person lying in front of it… It didn’t look human at all. Its hair was silver and its skin was ivory…Brad wanted to touch it. His body felt stiff as he couldn’t move towards the creature. Its beauty was mesmerizing. It made his heart sink…

Then Brad realized he had never known what beauty was till then, what it was to fall in love at first sight, a feelings so strong it made him want to die. It hurt.

Then his breath stopped for a while.

It had black wings not just black. It was Pitch black, just like the midnight sky… then its eyes slid opened slowly… and its eyes were silver…just like its hair… it this was an angel then it was much like a demon, and if it was a demon it was far more beautiful than any angel he had ever seen, it this was death then it was too beautiful…

It was so beautiful and it felt much like looking at the tree he adored all the time…

His eyes met its. His heart froze. Its eyes were full of hatred. It was like looking into two chips of ice that was rimmed with fire at the edges… its luminous wings fluttered weakly…it tried to get up but fell back down in a pathetic heap again. Brad just stood there captivated by the creature’s beauty. His senses were intoxicated by its presence…

Its hair cascades down its body and Brad was lured to its side like a moth by a candle, he reached out towards it, its eyes flared up as he tried to touch it, there was fury in its eyes, Brad suddenly realized it had a huge presence that made him feel like he was drowning in an ocean, made him remember that he was just an insignificant speck of dust in the huge stretch of space and that his existence had no real importance.

Then its eyes drooped shut… and its body became limp…Brad touched its small shoulders. It was cold like death…there was a petal on its body. It was a small and purple petal…

****

Vincent ran to him as soon as he walked out of the forest, then stopped in his tracks when he saw the slender form Brad held in his arms.

“Brother… who is that?” he asked looking suspicious.

Brad blinked. Who was this really? This beautiful creature who was neither male nor female, who was this…?

“Let’s go home Vincent,” Brad said not answering the original question. After all he didn’t have the answer to that question…

“It has black wings…” Vincent said as his eyes widened in fear.

Vincent had a good reason to be scared. Brad reflected how he was wary of it as well. For all its beauty, it felt like an unexploded bomb in his arms….

But still he was taking it home with him, to tend for it, had he gone mad?

But he felt it in his heart that he should, that creature felt very much like the tree he had grown so attached to through the years…

Perhaps he was being paranoid, but then he had been paranoid for a long time now.

“Let’s go home. Vincent,” Brad repeated sternly. The forest seemed creepy now. Like some kind of wicked burial ground.

He wanted out of the death like grounds that he was on. Vincent hesitated but started after him regardless.

Satisfied that Vincent was following him Brad made a quick beeline out of the once welcoming forest.

He didn’t stop till he was within range of his house.

“Brother… the sky looks darker…” Vincent observed.

Brad looked up and indeed it was much darker than it usually was. It looked a foul kind of dark… an omen of something dangerous that was going to happen….

For some reason Brad remembered the dreams he used to have…the ones filled with war and blood, the ones where the earth could be seen covered in blood…

Brad shuddered. The end of the earth was most definitely NOT here. Not yet at least… it must be his delusion… but if that was the case then what was the creature in his arms? The one with silver hair and eyes and black wings as well…

“Vincent lets go in shall we?” Brad asked.

Vincent nodded and scurried into the house as quick as he could, as if he just wanted to be away from the being with black wings… black wings signify death, Brad thought, was this angel of death? And y was it where that tree grew… like it was born there overnight…

If he was a normal man of this era he would have sold his soul and given the creature away for money, if he was even remotely normal he would have kept such things away from him at arms length. But as it was he was far from normal. Perhaps he was stupid as well…

Brad put he creature down o the bed. He slumped on the seat next to it.

“Who are you…?” Brad asked it. “What are you?” he added after some thought.

The long lashes fluttered and silver eyes slid open…

This time those eyes were calm. It seemed to be studying him intently.

“You’re the one who came to see me every day when I was a tree.” It said.

When it was a tree..? Brad thought. Was a tree… that I visited?

Then it clicked.

“You’re that tree in the center of the forest…” he realized at ling last.

Its head dipped in a nod. “Yes I am.” It replied.

“Who are you then?” Brad asked.

The creature looked confused. “Who am I…?” it repeated.

“You don’t know who you are?” Brad asked.

It nodded its head. “I am the avatar of the earth.” It said firmly.

“Do you have a name?” he pressed.

“Name..?” it repeated

“Okay…” Brad said slowly. “What should I call you?” he asked

“That is your wish.” It replied.

“Do you want a name?” he asked.

It frowned, and then nodded slowly, “to have a name would be nice.” It said.

Brad thought about it a while, but before he could think of a name for it another question caught his attention.

“Your wings are black.” He said.

The being looked disappointed. “They used to be white.” It agreed

“Why are they black now?” Brad asked.

It smiled and Brad’s heart stopped at his sheer beauty of it.

“Because they have sinned too much, the humans have,” it said.

Brad’s body felt cold. It was true. He couldn’t deny it. But he was a human too. He had to change the topic…

“Why were you born?” he asked.

“Because the earth is wishing for a change,” It replied. “It wants to see the sky again.”

It touched his face. “The sky used to be blue, just like your eyes.” It said.

“Do you eat? Brad asked hurriedly to change the atmosphere.

“no.” it said simply

Brad looked out.

“So what is it that you plan to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know yet,” it frowned. Its wings opened up. “I will know when the last of these fall. Then the earth will decide,” it gestured towards its lucid feathers. “Until then I will wait.”

The next day Brad found a black feather on the floor.

.
on to part 2

AN ORIGINAL FIC

2009-10-01T12:15:16Z

BLACK FEATHERS
author: setsunadiava(MK RAI)
an environmental fic.
all settings and characters are original.
this is just an rough sketch of the entire book.
pls do comment on what to change.
this was written in 2008.

perhaps contains a little angst... character(s) death.
Prologue
   I can’t sleep any more. Every time I close my eyes I am assaulted with terrible images. There would be people dying all around me, their lives being taken away as if it were worth nothing.
   There would be fire and hail falling from above and showering down upon the earth below… but all it ever hit was the race we have come to know as the kings of the earth, the human species…The smell of smoke and burning flesh wakes me, and I can’t go back to sleep. It seems like some ominous warning, there had to be something out there that was telling me about it through my dreams… if only I knew what it was then maybe I can do something…I've never been one to believe in the supernatural but...
  What is it that I have to do…?
  Is there a purpose to my dreams or are they only plain nightmares…?
  I don’t know when it began, but I have lost my appetite, I don’t sleep anymore, I am becoming weaker and weaker every day… I'm sick and tired of every thing, of life…
Nothing seems right anymore. I sit outside at nights and watch the stars; it feels like they are mocking me… the moon looks like it is laughing at me…
   It seems that I have gone mad… but deep within my soul I can feel it is all true… and that I am not hallucinating…The trees seem to be talking to me… the sway of their branches and the rustle of their leaves…all seem like a way of talking to me… like they are accepting me as one of their own… my own thoughts seem absurd and mad to me…
I wonder if I have truly lost it… because it feels like the clatter of rain outside is the earth’s tear drops falling… I think I hear the earth crying… its becoming more and more absurd.
There is something out there that is calling out for me... calling me by my name...I don’t know what's going on anymore; perhaps I don’t really want to know about it….

shadows last ch

2008-10-06T16:24:49Z

Fandom: Finder series goes on into AU

Author: setsunadiava

Disclaimer: I'll never be allowed back in the house even if I ever did manage such a series (the usual-Sodom and Gomorra problem T_T) However I DO own the KP Assassins.

Summary: Akihito is an ambitious man, and he has no idea when he should heel and back down. Not having learnt his lesson the first time with the incident with Asami, he goes on to take pictures of a secret assassin organization. He realizes there are people worse than filth and there is torture much worse than what Asami and Fei Lon exposed him to.

prologue
ch1

ch2
ch3
ch4

Shadows 5
sh6
(MUST READ...please!!!! Reality )

I'm so sorry for the very long gap,was trying to give up on yaoi and failed.
sorry to disappoint but this ch will be rather short and clean, i just wanted to complete the story.

Akihito POV

I can't understand what's going on anymore, things are haywire. The assassins are more interested to confide their stories to me rather than to kill me or hurt me. Kurai reminds me a lot of myself and Diablo acts an awful lot like Asami does. Their warped up relation reminds me of the one I have with Asami, infact it is so alike it is rather scary!
Hades comes in to see me every next hour and screws around with my mind but he is so charming and sweet about it that i don't even realise that he is screwing with me till he leaves me alone. It feels like he's playing a sick game and i am the but of his sick games. He really is really nice and sweet but that is exactly what makes me think he has a lot of hidden agendas.
Diablo doesn't come in any more. Neither does Kurai. I haven't seen that crazy kid who tried to kill me either. How ever i am grateful for it. i can live a lot longer life if i don't have to deal with them on a regular basis. that is if i can escape this hell hole alive... Asami have you forgotten me or something? please come and get me out of here.
i know it sounds silly but i perfer to be chose the yakuza i know over the crazy ones i don't know.
"hey. kid are you dreaming with your eyes open or something?"

Normal POV

Hades was decidedly very amused with the boy. he was cute and adorable and it was so much fun to play with his mind. Infact it was so fun it was such a shame that he had no more use for the kid. Oh well, nothing good lasted too long any way. ofcourse Hades would miss the brat a little but not too much.
"Do you believe in fate?" Hades asked.

"what? Ofcourse not!" Akihito snapped.

"Too bad. I was begining to think we were fated to be together, but if you don't believe in fate i guess it is a lost cause." Hades said.

Akihito blinked.

"Only messin' with your mind kid." Hades laughed. "but i do know about your fate, do you want to know kid?"
There was a dark feel to Hades' voice and Akihito realised that did not bode well for him, but he still had to ask.
"What is it?" he asked.
There was a maniacal smile on Hades' face that had never been there before. Or maybe he had just been hiding it all along. It made Akihito's blood run cold.
"your part..." hades said as he leaned down, gently cupping akihito's chin in his large hand, forcing akihito to look up at him, "...in this play..." akihito was frozen in place by the beautiful eyes that seemed to enchant him, hades' lips were only centimeters away from akihito's, "...ends here!" hades kissed him on that note.
Akihito felt the world around him fall in to a deep lull. everything around him was no more than a haze. hades was smirking. there was a wild look in his previously gentle eyes.
The last thing Akihito could think of as he fell dead to the world was, "Asami... aren't you going to come for me..?"

Kurai PoV

Diablo is in a foul mood. Maybe it is because he just found out I sleep with hades as well. Serves him right though.
Hades has been acting strange as well. He hasn't done more than kiss me the past one week. he's spending more and more time with that photographer, i don't know why.
I was on my way to the shooting range with Senyosa when the alarm rang out. felt my heart race. someone had infiltrated the K.P. Had the photographer's lover really come? either he was very brave or had no idea about what the kp actually was...beside me the Yama goes in to full mission mode. while he really doesn't look it he is the best killing machine the kp has developed. there hasnt been a target that escaped the Yama's aim.
I feverently hope thet photographer can remember what i had told him earlier. otherwise their chances of escape are less than 0, there's no stopping the Yama. a machine that feels no pain or fear... the only way to stop him is...

Normal POV

Asami had finally found the warehouse. he wasnt sure if he was relieved or more worried.
he got his and fei's men to spread out in the premisis, much to his and fei's horror only minutes later bodies of the dead fell out of the windows killed in the most horrifying manner. some had no heads others had either lost their eyes or tongues...blood splattered every where. internal organs rained down over them. beside him fei began to puke his guts out at the grusome sight.
what could hve possibly coused such horrible damage in such a short amount of time?
Asami saw the cause then. A very young boy walked out splattered in blood, in one hand was a dagger and the other a bloody arm.
"that belongs to u i think." kurai stepped out behind yama. he had a gun in his hand.
Asami now realised that this was not an ordinary group. what the hell had akihito got himself into this time?
"dont move."
Asami froze. the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his neck. when had that man gotten behind him?
"that goes for you as well. sweet heart"
hades said as he caught fei's hand ad fored him to let go of the gun. a long blade pressed against his neck and an abnormally strong arm pinned both his arms against his sides.
"you shouldnt have come here." hades wispered into fei's ear. "akihito will be disappointed at how easily you were caught. he was expecting you two to save him and you go get yourself caught as well."
fei's eyes widened but before he could say a word hades knocked him out pressing on the pressure point on his neck.
Asami didnt have the chance to be worried about fei...

Akihito's POV

//if u want to get out of here alive, shoot me.//

I remembered what kurai had said to me at one point.
I suddenly woke up to the sound of syrens and screams. there was a loaded gun in my hands and i had no idea how it came to be in my hands.
i found the building very ungaurded and soon found my way out.
my head hurt like hell and i felt like i was going to pass out at any moment.
when i was outside i nearly died, diablo had a gun against Asami's neck and there were so many torn up bodies around. hades had an unconsious feilong at his feet an the sweet smile on his face. but now i knew it was fake.

"takaba?" Asami gasped.

"give it up kid you cant get out of here alive and you know it." diablo warned. he was right i knew. i had seen a sample o these kp assassin abilities that were far beyond human.
kurai was glaring at me
/what are you waiting for?/ hw mouthed.
but how could i shoot a kid in cold blood even if it is to save my own skin?
a shot rang out and diablo had shot Asami's leg.
then it all happened so fast i could nt understand it myself.
i pulled the trigger. it hit kurai on the arm i think . then my own world went black....
"KURAI!!" i could hear diablo cry out.
"takaba...hang in there...im right here..." i dont know if it had been a dream or if it had been real..."dont die on me... i love you...i havent told you yet...so please dont die,"

************

the game was over. it had been fun. every one had played so well and he had really enjoyed the game.
although he was nt expecting his precious kurai to be hurt in the course of the game...
the photographer and his yakuza lover had escaped smoothly, after kurai had been shot diablo and senyosa's attention had been completely diverted.
it had been fun, in fact it had been so fun he decided he would have to play this game again sometime.
he stayed up plotting his next game. beside him the long haired boy stirred a little.
"what's wrong hades?" kurai asked
" oh nothing at all my love. go back to sleep." hades replied

DA END.

AFER THAT AKIHITO NEVER TOOK PICTURES OF SECRET ASSASSIN BASES AGAIN AND HE NEVER FOUND OUT WHO SENT HIM THAT NOTE IN THE FIRST PLACE.

SHADOWS 6

2008-03-17T15:19:14Z

Fandom: Finder series goes on into AU

Author: setsunadiava

Disclaimer: I'll never be allowed back in the house even if I ever did manage such a series (the usual-Sodom and Gomorra problem T_T) However I DO own the KP Assassins.

prologue
ch1

ch2
ch3
ch4

Shadows 5

(MUST READ...please!!!! Reality )

Shadows 6

Akihito was dozing in and out of sleep when he was rudely snapped back to awareness by the door of his prison cell was opened loudly and Akihito shot up as the sudden assault of lights hurt his eyes. He peered at the insensitive person who turned out to be none other than Hades.

Akihito glared at him.

“There’s no need to give me that look,” Hades waved him off, “save it for Diablo or someone else...”

The tall, dark and handsome assassin sat down on the floor beside Akihito who warily moved away from him. But Hades didn’t seem to notice it. The man seemed to be in a far away place, in some distant world.

“Do you believe in fate, Akihito?” Hades asked suddenly.

Akihito blinked startled by the sudden question. “What?” he asked.

“Fate, destiny… sadame” Hades emphasized. “Do you believe that two people can be fated to be together even when one is always tormented by pain… can you love someone who always hurts you and treats you like a play thing..?”

Akihito thought of Asami and the kind of relationship they shared, the pain and hardships he had to go through in the name of being Asami Ryuiich’s lover, the bitter words, the humiliation, the hurt… he thought of Fei Lon and the way he cared for Asami despite all that had happened to him because of Asami.

And after all that…Akihito still loved Asami. He always had…. Maybe they had been fated as well the way Hades said… maybe love was meant to be painful… but wasn’t there happiness as well along side the bitterness they shared…?

“What is love after all if it doesn’t hurt?” Akihito replied

He heard Hades chuckle beside him.

“Ah yes… love hurts doesn’t it?” his voice was strained. Akihito turned to face him but Hades was looking elsewhere, as if the wall before him was the most interesting thing in the world.

“And your yakuza… do you love him?” Hades asked.

Akihito’s head snapped around, furious at the personal question, a stinging, bitter reply at the tip of his tongue--- but then the reply died on his lips.

There was something about the way Hades looked at him, those deep green eyes looked like the beginning of a storm… so full of emotion and… a shiver ran up Akihito’s spine…he felt like he was in some alternate world were only the two of them existed… suddenly it felt like Hades had come there to have a soul to soul talk with Akihito after being deeply hurt or something… it was the same way he had felt when he realized that Fei Lon liked Asami as well…

“I… I do love him… I think….” Akihito admitted awkwardly.

“I see… it’s a good feeling… to be in love…” Hades said thoughtfully.

Akihito wondered if Hades had hit his head or if he was screwing with Akihito’s mind, it felt like both for some reason.

“But love is a foolish ideal it is bound to get you killed someday… one way or the other…” Hades said with sudden venom.

“Only fools fall in love… but then every one is a fool in the end… no human is incapable of love… that’s just human nature…”

“Why are you telling me all that…?” Akihito asked.

“Why indeed, I wonder…” Hades said as he stood up. “Because we’re all humans and we’re all fools.” He answered

Akihito wanted to ask him more but the look in Hades’ eyes were so sad he couldn’t.

“Your yakuza, if he loves you, he’ll come for you.” Hades called as he locked the room behind him, leaving Akihito confused an irritated as hell.

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Kurai hesitated for a while outside the door; he had heard Hades talk to the photographer. The things he said were disturbing and Kurai couldn’t help but think thy applied to him… he wasn’t sure why the all knowing, oh so over confident Hades would go to a two bit whore-like bitch for confidence… but then he wasn’t sure why he was there either… but then maybe there were things that didn’t need reason….

Sometimes things would just happen and it would be okay to go with the flow of it all….

“Do you know why I fucked him?” Diablo had asked him as Kurai was unceremoniously shoved into the red silk sheets.

“Because you’re a sex crazed vampire basterd!” Kurai guessed.

“Interesting theory, but do you want to know the real reason?” Diablo asked.

He pinned Kurai’s arms over his head.

“Because his eyes are just like yours…” Diablo said

Eyes like his eh? Kurai supposed that must have been true to a level because Hades had said that too once.

Kurai took a deep breath and pushed the door open. At first seeing Akihito was like a slap to his face knowing….

But he refrained himself from lashing out kept his cool.

“hey.” He said as the first line of conversation that came to his mind.

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Akihito automatically froze as he saw the boy, he remember him as the one who got him to this godforsaken place in the first place. Determinate not to let his fear be evident on his face, Akihito put up his best glare, the boy didn’t seem much intimidated by it though.

“Hey,” the boy said.

Akihito narrowed his eyes trying to remember the boy’s name, and then it hit him. This is that Tsume person, he realized.

“Do you wish you were dead right now?” Kurai asked seriously.

Akihito blinked. Did he wish he were dead…? Not really more than anything he wanted to be back with Asami and he hadn’t really thought of wanting to die of late….

“No, not really,” Akihito replied carefully, hoping to hell that this Tsume person was not as crazy as Senyosa or Diablo,

At this Tsume looked angry for some reason.

“How can you still want to live even after being humiliated like that, after being used and thrown aside like a common play thing?!” Tsume demanded in a soft controlled snarl.

The tone was so gentle it was scary.

“Doesn’t it tear you up inside to know you are not even worth being loved?” Tsume asked harshly.

Did it hurt him, Akihito wondered, he wasn’t really sure of what Asami felt for him, but at least he knew he meant enough to him to risk his life and come all the way to enemy territory just for him… so how could he feel so hopeless… he already did know he was worth it to Asami and he didn’t need anything more…

“I know that I am worth it…” Akihito said, “I am worth it to him and that is all that I care about, even if my body is violated by other people, I’ll still be worth it to him…”

Kurai stared at him for a long while, and then laughed hysterically, for a moment Akihito was worried he had somehow snapped.

“So that’s what Hades meant!! ‘if he dies people will be sad for him’!” Kurai exclaimed. “That man is your lover isn’t he?”

“I wouldn’t go that far…” Akihito muttered

“He had security posted all around you apartment. That means he cares.” Kurai said. He had a wistful look on his face; he even looked a bit jealous…

Akihito narrowed has eyes ‘why all these psychos are interested in my personal life, I wonder… that too all of a sudden…’

“The one I love doesn’t love me back…” Kurai declared suddenly.

Akihito blinked and for some reason it reminded Akihito of Fei Lon and his severe case of denial.

“Have you ever asked..?” Akihito asked and Kurai laughed bitterly.

“I don’t have the courage,” he replied.

Akihito thought awhile then asked as it occurred to him. “Why are you telling me all this?”

Kurai hesitated for a while, he glanced behind him a while as if to see if there was someone behind him.

He crouched down before Akihito and started talking almost too fast and yet almost too soft for Akihito to catch.

“Our lives are in the hands of a… computer with AI built in it… the K.P. stands for the “kalo Parchie” or the black shadow.

You see we live under its orders, which used to be our former head, the real story is unknown to us but, the rumor is someone from the inside tried to off him… but ever since his body was merged with a robotic one and now it seems impossible to kill him directly… we can’t at any rate, since it has our DNA in it, we’ll be its slaves till we die….” Kurai swallowed.

“for some reason the head machine has had no news on you or else you wouldn’t have been alive, I think there is someone in the inside who planned this all out, including that letter you got but I didn’t find.” Kurai said.

Akihito tried to speak but Kurai put a finger against his lips, “hush let me finish, this is important. Your yakuza, will he come for you?”

Akihito blinked then with out thinking replied “I'm sure he will.”

Kurai nodded.

“I see, then all this is definitely planned…” he noted. “Look I … am going to die very soon…”

Akihito gasped, “What are you talking about…”

“Look I just know okay? I have a disease that can’t be cured.” Kurai said “and when I do die, I'm afraid there will be very few left to remember me… chances are Hades will die too and Senyosa will go crazy because of it, and Diablo wont give a shit about it so I'm telling you… I don’t want to just die and be forgotten… I want to leave behind at least one person who'd have known my name and face…”

Akihito didn’t know what he could say to that… it sounded tragic and there was nothing he could think of to say to Kurai then.

“Tell him to shoot me and he can get you out alive or else he’ll get killed by Senyosa as well as you” Kurai added seriously then left the dumbfounded Akihito staring at the close door…

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Fei Lon drank his coffee in silence, this was a member’s only club and he seemed to be alone today.

“Hey, can I sit with you?”

Apparently he wasn’t alone after all.

Fei Lon was about to decline when he looked into the most astounding pair of green eyes he had ever seen.

The intensity of strange emotions in those eyes made him splutter a stupid “yeah sure.”

The dark haired, terribly good-looking man sat in the chair opposite to his with all the comfort like he belonged there or something.

“So are you Chinese or something?” the man asked.

Fei Lon blinked at him.

“I see.” The man nodded sagely as if he knew everything.

Who knew? Those eyes looked so intelligent he probably did know everything.

“Do you know a certain photographer by the name of Takaba Akihito by any chance, do you?” The man had a smile on his face as the asked but the smile looked menacing for some reason…

Fei Lon found a strange glass knife pressed against his throat so fast he couldn’t even remember being pushed on the floor…

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SHADOWS 5

2008-03-13T16:34:19Z

Fandom: Finder series goes on into AU

Author: setsunadiava

Disclaimer: I'll never be allowed back in the house even if I ever did manage such a series (the usual-Sodom and Gomorra problem T_T) However I DO own the KP Assassins.

prologue
ch1

ch2
ch3
ch4

Shadows 5

(MUST READ...please!!!! Reality )

Kurai woke up to the sound of running water.

He yawned and rubbed his eyes. He could vaguely remember crying in Hades’ arms the night before. He had fallen asleep in Hades’ room like he always had. It was always assuring to fall asleep with Hades’ warm body next to his, those strong arms holding him against that powerful chest…

The room had the smell of sex all over it… Kurai rolled over on his stomach, he felt a lot better than he did last night. Somehow whenever he slept with Hades he felt…loved… his soul felt complete…

“You’re awake…” Hades said as he walked out of the bath room with just a towel tied loosely around his waist…

Kurai felt a blush creep up his face even tough he had seen Hades naked many times before… but still… it felt different every time…

“Thank you for last night…” Kurai said in a small voice. “…for being there for me…”

Hades smiled tenderly at him. He reached down and kissed the younger assassin.

“Of course, my little angel…” Hades whispered.

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Akihito was vaguely reminded of the first time Asami had raped him. His ass hurt like hell and his legs felt numb…his throat felt dry and hoarse as well…

He supposed he was getting used to being used and thrown aside. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not…

He was back in the strangely empty cell… the white walls were going to drive him nuts… he just wanted to be free… to have his camera… to have a warm bed to lie down on… in some corner of his heart… he ached to be back with that crazy yakuza…

“Asami…” Akihito muttered feeling miserable…

He felt like crying, why did all the bad things have to find him? Why did he have to find that goddamned letter that day… if only he hadn’t done as it said… if only he had gone to meet Asami as he should have on that day he wouldn’t have been caught… what if he never got out of there… he would never be able to tell Asami how he really felt…

Akihito held back a sob. Then another… till he couldn’t help it. Akihito curled up in to a ball on the floor ignoring the pain as he tried to fight back the pain and hurt he felt…

Then the door swung open…

At first Akihito thought it was Hades, bet on closer inspection the boy was much younger than even Kurai and he was smaller in size as well… Akihito hadn’t seen him before.

There were the same green eyes though it was cold and unforgiving unlike Hades’. He was wearing army pants and a tight tank top and his lean but muscular arms and powerful chest shown through… every bit as handsome as Hades.

Akihito scrambled to his feet ignoring the pain that shot up his body when he did, he could sense an immediate danger to his life. It was strange but for some reason it felt like death itself was gazing at him through those clear green eyes. There was the same air about him as Kurai and Diablo but only much more intense like Hades…it scared him and made him feel like a cornered animal…

The boy walked in like it was the most natural thing to do and shut the door behind him. The boy seemed much larger up close… which was funny seeing how Akihito was taller than him by at least a head or so… there was something about the boy’s presence that made Akihito feel small and vulnerable. It was like being in Asami’s presence when the yakuza was angry as hell.

“I hate you.” The boy announced flatly. “I hate you for hurting Kurai and I will hurt you for it.”

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Kurai couldn’t help but squirm and giggle helplessly, he knew it was terribly girly of him but he couldn’t help it nor did he particularly care at the moment.

This was what he loved about being with Hades, the man treated him like some virgin every time, which he most certainly was not, but it felt nice to be treated like he was so damn special…

It had been Hades’ idea to treat Kurai like a human plate and lick cream off his body, Kurai had agreed because he was curious to see how far Hades would go and because dammit he wanted to okay?

Hades lapped up the last of the icing from Kurai’s neck. And proceeded to such the pale neck, nipping at it to leave teeth marks where he was sure Diablo would see. Kurai gasped and writhed, whimpering when Hades’ mouth left his neck. Hades laughed and Kurai pouted… he looked adorable, Hades decided.

He bent over Kurai and kissed him allowing Kurai to taste himself in Hades’ mouth.

“St—stop--- teasing!!” Kurai said breathlessly.

Hades laughed again, Kurai truly was just adorable…

“Alright, alright…” Hades said as he realized he too could barely wait any longer…

He fumbled around for the tube of lubricant till he found it, he knew Kurai was very used to doing it with out any preparation or lube but Hades couldn’t bring himself to take Kurai like that…

I would hold him in my arms as he breaths his last, he would say his last words, but sadly I’d not be the one he’ll weep for…it would not be my name that he would say last…after all it is not I that he loves…

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“He didn’t take these pictures.” Asami declared as Yoh placed the pictures on the table before them.

Fei Lon looked a bit skeptic, somewhat worried as well.

“This is just not his style.” Asami insisted.

There were pictures of an old construction site, a picture of a handsome young Japanese man with long brown hair with a younger boy with deep green eyes and short black hair. There was a picture of the same Japanese boy with a man who looked very similar to the boy in the previous pictures but was somewhat older and more serene than the other. There was another picture with the same Japanese boy but in this picture he was locked in a kiss with a gaijin, the gaijin looked at least a few years over the boy, but it was obvious they were lovers as there were many pictures of them in intimate poses. For some reason they reminded Asami of his relation to Akihito…

“There’s something written here…” Fei Lon said.

Asami turned to face Fei Lon…

But Fei Lon was peering intently at the picture in his hand.

Asami leaned over… and saw, in tiny prints, the words ‘devil’s shadow’ on the signboard next to the Japanese boy and the gaijin…

“We need to get there soon… find out where this place is.” Asami gestured to his men.

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The boy drew back a fist and punched Akihito in the guts, for a moment Akihito was stunned, he didn’t even realize there was blood dripping down his lips… he was surprised he hadn’t passed out from a blow like that…

Akihito coughed.

“The hell is wrong with you?!” Akihito demanded. He backed away from the psycho.

“You hurt Kurai so I swear I will hurt you.” The boy repeated monotonously.

‘Kurai..? Who the hell is that?’ Akihito thought, he sure as hell couldn’t remember any Kurais…

“What are you talking…?” Akihito couldn’t complete his statement as the boy grabbed him by his neck and hauled him at least a foot off the ground and the way the grip was Akihito was sure the boy was going to crush his neck like paper…

He'd have to act fast if he wanted to survive… he tried to kick the boy’s shins but there was no reaction what so ever from him…

‘It’s like he can’t feel the pain…’ Akihito thought. ‘But I can’t die now… I have so much I haven’t done… I have to survive… I've been through so much shit before and hell if I give up and die now!!’

The boy looked into his eyes and once more Akihito felt like he was looking into the eyes of death itself…

Then he was abruptly dropped to the floor the boy was giving him a horrified look as if Akihito had been the one strangling him a few seconds ago…

Akihito coughed and greedily sucked in air.

“Why… why do… why your eyes look… look just like his…” the boy asked. And suddenly the air of a killer was gone from his eyes and the boy looked like a kicked puppy. And frankly the sudden change terrified Akihito as much as it fascinated him.

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Kurai, Hades had discover shortly after he had started sleeping with the boy, Kurai had the tendency to fall asleep after sex.

At first Hades had found it strange but now he just found it adorable.

Hades smiled at Kurai’s sleeping form. Senyosa should still be in the maintenance room so it would be okay for Kurai to over sleep that day.

However… Hades had to get up. He needed to see what Diablo was up to after all he only trusted the man as far as he could throw his sorry ass. So it was with that thought Hades left Kurai sleeping blissfully on his bed and headed for the quarantine room as his best guess was that was where Diablo had kept Akihito after making use of him. Sometimes Hades wondered about the man’s sanity. On second thoughts there was not much to wonder about, the basterd was crazy anyone could see that much, anyone except Kurai of course, Hades’ mind supplied, and Hades thanked it dryly.

Hades stopped outside the room. The door was open. That was strange. Diablo was on some official job that day.

‘Who else can it be…?’ Hades thought as he walked in.

“Senyosa.” Hades exclaimed. “Shouldn’t you be in maintenance today?” He asked.

The young K.P. was looking at Akihito as he was the most fascinating thing on the face of the planet. Senyosa’ large green eyes blinked up at Hades, “his eyes are like Kurai’s.” he told Hades like it was some important fact of life.

“Yes, yes I noticed it as well.” Hades replied patiently.

Senyosa frowned, “then is that why Diablo did nasty things to him as well?” Senyosa asked.

Hades paused. He regarded the stunned Akihito thoughtfully. Now that I think of it… he thought that could be why this boy captivates me and Diablo…sometimes Senyosa’s perceptiveness scares me as well I wonder what else he knows…

“That’s most likely it.” Hades conceded. “But why are you here?”

“He hurt Kurai.” Senyosa said.

Hades smiled, this boy was another thing altogether…

“That’s very cute of you to get mad on Kurai’s behalf, but if you ask me I think Kurai is strong enough to fight his own fights…” Hades said looking amused. “Maybe you should run along now, Kurai will be very mad if he finds out you ran away from the lab yet again.”

Senyosa looked thoughtful. “Okay then. I’ll be leaving.” Senyosa nodded more to himself than Hades.

The boy left just as abruptly as he had arrived.

Hades lit a smoke and took a deep drag out of it. He had left a pack on his side table as Kurai liked to smoke after he woke up, another thing about Kurai he had learnt after all this time…

“You were lucky. If your eyes had been any less aggressive you’d have been dead by now…” Hades told Akihito “do you smoke?”

Akihito stared at him for a while. The man had the scent of sex on him. Akihito felt a bit flustered as he remembered how good it had felt when Hades had jerked him off. He reddened as he realized his blood was flowing southwards. Hades smirked as he saw that too.

“I see Diablo used you to his heart’s content last night.” Hades gestured towards Akihito’s bruised hips and thighs.

Akihito felt numb, he didn’t reply.

“To force someone to do what they don’t want is terrible.” Hades said. “I’ll have some food sent in for you.” He added then left locking the door behind him as he left, giving Akihito no time to reply.

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Kurai had known it had been a bad idea to get Hades over excited, the man was not Diablo Kurai reminded himself, unlike Diablo Hades was younger, stronger, more energetic and had much more stamina, and he was somewhat bigger than Diablo as well, Kurai knew he shouldn’t be comparing the two but he couldn’t help it… Hades was just plain sexy and Kurai’s teenage hormones got the better of him at times…

So right now his ass hurt like hell… and he was dog tired as well to boot…

Kurai stumbled on one of the steps and nearly toppled down the steps but a firm arm caught his.

“Watch your step Tsume,” Diablo said glaring at him.

Tsume- Kurai glared right back. He wrenched his arm free and shoved past him.

“I hope you enjoyed fucking the photographer last night.” Kurai spat out.

He was about to storm past when…

A hand caught his arm and Kurai found himself pressed against Diablo’s chest. Diablo’s hands on his hips.

“What about you, Kurai? I can smell sex on you as well.” Diablo whispered in Kurai’s ear. “Which common whore spread her legs for you … or who did you spread your legs like a common whore for?”

“I am but a whore for you, am I not? So does it really matter to you if I do choose to bend down for any filth that passes by?”

Kurai asked, unhurt by Diablo’s words.

Diablo stared into Kurai’s stormy eyes for a while. Then sighed, “If you must know…”

He yanked Kurai into a deep passionate kiss. Kurai couldn’t break free; his knees always betrayed him when Diablo held him. His heart was weak like that… Kurai felt tears roll down his face… Diablo wiped them away with his fingers gentle…

“I can’t find anyone better than you… there is no one that can possibly replace you… after all you are mine… my very own shadow…” Diablo said.

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SHADOWS 4

2008-03-10T16:57:52Z

fandom: Finder series
author: setsunadiava

Disclaimer: I'll never be allowed back in the house even if I ever did manage such a series (the usual-Sodom and Gomorra problem T_T) However I DO own the KP Assassins.

This chapter is especially for those who want to read “smex” between Kurai and Hades. Although I'm not sure what “smex” actually means… I’m assuming its sex… And Asami begins to move his ass to save Akihito as well….

Shadows 4

When Hades left Akihito with Diablo, he hadn’t exactly anticipated this would happen.

So he wasn’t a sadist, so sue him.

After he had after a great effort, and will power, untangled himself from the warmth and comfort of Kurai’s oh so warm and inviting body, he had made his way down to the K.P.’s torture chamber of sorts, but dammed, Akihito did make a very pretty picture, Hades decided it would take him days to erase the image of the photographer, naked, aroused and hanging from the ceiling, panting and whimpering, his glazed eyes looked like they were begging Hades to relieve him. He made a dammed pretty picture. However it was Akihito’s eyes... every time he saw them, it reminded him of… those eyes moved him, touched some part of his soul…if he still had one…and made him feel sorry for Akihito…

Perhaps it was that motivation or the fact his body seemed to have a mind of its own, or maybe his hormones won over his more sensible mind and he let Akihito down from the hook from which he was cuffed to the ceiling. He wasn’t sure but he thought a sob from the boy. That made him pity him… strange that seeing how he, the Hades never actually cared about a human life except a few dear ones to his soul….

This boy had a spirit… a damned fighting one.

“Stay away from me…” Akihito whispered. “Don’t touch me…”

“You look beautiful like this.” Hades said. “I'm tempted to leave you like this.”

Akihito’s blood ran cold.

“But I won’t.” Hades said.

Akihito stared at him with pain filled eyes. So much fire in those eyes, there was only one person in the world Hades knew that had eyes like those...

Akihito was confused. This man was a contrast to what Diablo was. He seemed so much nicer than Diablo yet so much scarier all the same.

He was startled when Hades removed the ring abruptly. The gesture scared him as much as it relieved him… but the cuffs stayed.

Before he could demand an explanation, Hades’ hand took his member and stroked it in short swift motions. His mind blanked as his eyes were captured by the glassy green eyes that seemed endless and full of meaning and his cries were snuffed out as his lips were plundered yet with such tenderness…

If Akihito could close his eyes he could have believed he was in the arms of his lover…

‘Asami…’ Akihito thought. ‘Won’t you come for me this time…? Please save me…’

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“Don’t argue with me, Diablo.” Hades imformed calmly, Diablo was sleeting.

Hades calmly continued to go through the files he had been studying for the past hour.

“You said I could do as I please with him.” Diablo reminded.

“And so I did, so what exactly is your problem?” Hades asked impatiently.

“Why did you just go there and let him down from the ceiling?” Diablo demanded.

“Because I never said I wasn’t going to touch him, besides I felt like it and I outrank you, so what is your point?” Hades asked dirtily.

Diablo glared at him. Any sane man would know that picking a fight with Hades could very well be the last thing you’d ever do…

“Fine what ever, don’t do it again though,” Diablo said finally.

“Yeah well whatever.” Hades said without looking up.

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“I swear it wasn’t here the last time I came here.” Asami said.

“Well it is here now though.” Fei Lon replied staring at what was most definitively Akihito’s favorite camera.

“This is strange.” Asami said loudly.

“I agree.” Fei Lon nodded. “Things don’t just move around by themselves.”

“Have the film in here developed by this hour itself!” Asami ordered a random guard.

“I tried to trace the caller but this number never existed apparently…” Yoh said.

Asami and Fei Lon stared at him.

“Hey don’t look at me. It’s not my fault you know!” Yoh protested.

Asami shook his head. He was getting tense, it seemed Akihito had really gone and done it this time. The moment he found Akihito, Asami decided he would lock the goddamned photographer in a cage were he could keep an eye on him…

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Akihito’s back hit the mattress. He realized he had a very valid reason to be worried, of course he had been raped more than once but that didn’t mean he liked it!

Nor did he particularly like the look on Diablo’s face… the man looked like he was going to kill Akihito or rape him, or possibly both, Akihito couldn’t say he liked any of those options…

Before Akihito could think of a way to escape, he found himself flat on the red silk sheets, pinned down helplessly by Diablo’s heavier weight.

Akihito’s eyes widened, by the feel of the erection pressed against his stomach, Akihito decided it would hurt like bloody hell…

“Get off me you basterd!” Akihito hissed. He squirmed and tried to push Diablo off but the man’s strength was inhuman!

Diablo smirked. The backhand to Akihito’s face made him see a few brilliant shades of color and stars as well. A hand fisted in his hair and pulled his face back, rough lips took his in a savage kiss, Akihito tried to bite down on Diablo’s tongue but Diablo withdrew before he could.

Akihito cursed and brought up his knee in hopes of hurting Diablo somehow, but to his dismay the basterd easily moved aside and shoved Akihito’s face into the mattress and pushed a knee in between his legs forcing them apart.

Then without any warning, without any preparation, Diablo shoved in.

He couldn’t help it, at that point Akihito screamed.

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Senyosa was at maintenance and Kurai had nothing better to do. He had to wait at least 13 hours for Senyosa to get out of maintenance. He wandered around the K.P. building for sometime, then he passed by Diablo’s room, his heart felt heavy and his throat dry, he thought of going in for a while but before he could make up his hind he heard a scream from inside.

And it hurt.

It felt like Diablo had put a stake through Kurai’s heart, once again like he always had been doing.

Kurai was dimly aware as he stood there as tears slid down his face. His heart ached…

He stumbled through the hall ways…randomly…uncaring of where he was headed….

Then he stopped. He had stopped in front of Hades’ room.

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Hades noted the time it was a bit past 11 pm.

I would see blood all around him, he would be crying, he would be calling for the one he loved. And the one he loves is not me.

Hades shook his head of the dream. He saw the future, just bits and pieces but still….

His door creaked open and Kurai padded in silently.

He was about to ask Kurai why he was there when Kurai wordlessly let his clothes drop around him in a pool around his legs.

Hades felt his throat dry up.

Kurai had the most perfect body and those eyes… stormy and wild…passionate… and the tears on his face…. Hades could taste the salt as Kurai kissed him.

Hades grabbed Kurai’s shoulders and pinned him underneath him, he knew Kurai liked being a bit manhandled, savaging Kurai with harsh kisses. Kurai’s hands undid his robe and pulled it off.

The feel of Kurai under him-squirming aroused him no bounds, and Hades could feel Kurai was feeling no different from him.

It was just raw need.

“Make me forget...” Kurai sobbed. It broke Hades’ heart to hear him say it. “Make me forget him, that I love him, that I …”

Hades kissed Kurai to silence him.

“Tonight I’ll make you mine… and only mine…” Hades promised as he reached for the tube of lubricant he kept only for use on Kurai.

Hades applied a liberal quantity on himself and around Kurai’s entrance.

He pushed Kurai’s legs over his shoulder and kissed Kurai as he eased in.

Hades never fucked Kurai; he always made love to him.

And Kurai always called out Diablo’s name when he came.

And it always hurt Hades to hear it. His angel was already the devil’s own.

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SHADOWS 3

2008-03-08T15:11:27Z

Fandom: Finder series goes on into AU

author: setsunadiava

Disclaimer: I'll never be allowed back in the house even if I ever did manage such a series (the usual-Sodom and Gomorra problem T_T) However I DO own the KP Assassins.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“That’s my mother.” Akihito blurted out the first excuse he came up with.

Hades looked at him. He had a kind of cool, relaxed look that make Akihito’s cheeks burn. Even if he had had his clothes on he would have felt naked under that gaze.

“Your mother,” Hades repeated his long lashes at half mast amused as hell.

“yeah.” Akihito replied

Hades took a step towards him. Akihito automatically moved back. Hades smiled.

“Foolish boy,” He crooned. “Don’t you realize, I can tell that you’re lying? Your mother died five years ago, why would you keep her number?”

Akihito held his breath. Hades raised a hand as though he were planning to strike Akihito. Akihito glared defiantly at Hades. Then Akihito saw something move behind Hades’ eyes. Then instead of striking Akihito, Hades’ hand stroked his cheek.

“Naïve boys like you will suffer in this cruel world. These are the only ways you’ll ever learn.” Hades said catching both Akihito and Diablo off guard. “I almost feel sorry for you --- but only just almost…” Hades added “right now I’ll take my leave. Diablo he’s all yours. I'm going to investigate this number.”

A cold pit formed in Akihito’s stomach.

“All mine, eh? Hades?” Diablo chuckled.

“I really don’t care what you do with him, he’s nothing but a captured rat after all.” Hades said. He walked towards the door and stopped as he reached it. He turned slightly and added, “Your servant caught him after all.”

With that the only relatively sane person Akihito had met around this hellhole was gone.

For some reason the absence of Hades made Akihito even more scared than he already did.

“So what do I do with you?” Diablo wondered out loud. His eyes traveled over Akihito’s body in a less than friendly look lingering on places that made Akihito want to hide away, but he had been through worse, he could handle this or at least Akihito could tell himself that…

“Let me go?” Akihito suggested as he swallowed hard

Diablo chuckled “actually I have other plans my sweet boy…”

**********

Kurai wasn’t looking where he was going, so it was only natural he bumped into someone as he was walking around the K.P.’s premises.

“Dammed” he cursed promptly as he fell back on his butt.

“Tsume you should really watch where you go…” a familiar voice chuckled.

Kurai blinked. “Hades?”

“Glad to see you still remember me” Hades said as he extended a hand for Kurai.

Kurai blushed as he took the hand offered and Hades pulled him back to his feet.

“I didn’t know you were back…” Kurai said.

“I got back yesterday.” Hades replied looking amused. “Did you miss me?” he added slyly

Kurai’s deep brown eyes searched Hades’ wondrous glassy green eyes for any malice. He found none.

Hades cupped Kurai’s chin with one gentle hand, tilted his face up towards his own.

“Yeah… I kind of missed you…” Kurai said in a small voice.

Hades smiled and kissed him.

Somewhere along then Kurai’s arms wound themselves tightly around Hades’ neck. The kiss intensified as Kurai desperately clung on to Hades in an effort to forget the lustful look Diablo had been giving Akihito, to erase the thought of what Diablo might be doing with the photographer… the anger, hurt and pain that came with it…

Hades’ hands stroked Kurai’s back and his butt. Kurai impatiently pushed his hips against Hades to let the other be very aware of his arousal.

“Okay… okay…” Hades was no less excited, Kurai could feel it against his stomach. He heaved Kurai up and Kurai wrapped his legs around Hades’ waist, letting the older assassin carry him to his room.

Hades had a classy comfortable room. Kurai had spent many nights there…

Kurai’s back hit Hades’ mattress.

Hades slammed the door shut behind him and locked the door.

“Let’s hope Senyosa doesn’t come looking for you again like he did last time…”Hades said. His voice was strained.

“He…won’t …” Kurai panted hoarsely, “I’ve waited too long for this… for you…”

Hades chuckled.

“I missed you too…” he admitted.

***********

Akihito decided he was in trouble. And now Asami was going to be dragged into the mess as well.

“I like your eyes” Diablo announced suddenly.

Akihito blinked painfully from where he had been hung from the hook by handcuffs. The metal bit into his skin and blood trickled down his arm. His feet hung a few inches off the ground.

Diablo caressed his abused body, “they are so full of life and fire…” he continued. “Do you have a lover I wonder…?”

“You’re a sicko” Akihito hissed. Diablo hit him for it. Hard. Akihito thought he could taste blood in his mouth… he wasn’t sure…his head was spinning so hard…

“Such perfect skin…” Diablo noted “it’ll look beautiful with blood on it…”

A hand fisted and his hair, “are you as warm and inviting as you look from the outside… I wonder…” Diablo muttered in Akihito’s ear. “I just have to know…”

“Th… that’s none…none of…..your business…basterd…” Akihito gasped.

Diablo chuckled. “Such fight in you … I’ll enjoy ripping it all off your very bones…” he promised. “ I’ll leave your soul as bare as your beautiful body is… I’ll break who you are…I wonder if you’ll scream if I take you… are you a virgin… I wonder… but your body reacts so naturally… you are accustomed to the touch of a man I see …” Diablo ranted.

“Shut up…. Basterd…” Akihito hissed as his body betrayed him like it always had in the past. “Stop… let me be…!”

“Umm… that’s fine then….” Diablo said cruelly.

His hands left Akihito’s body. Leaving the boy aroused and aching.

But before Akihito could think straight a rubber ring was put over the base of his erection… making sure he wouldn’t be relieved any time soon.

“I’ll see you later then.” Diablo crooned after cruelly stroking Akihito to the breaking point, “I hope you’ll be comfortable.”

Akihito wished he was dead, hanging there in the dark, handcuffs digging unforgiving into his wrists and his member aching terribly for the release that wasn’t going to come anytime soon…

Tears of pain streamed down his cheeks as the only coherent thought he could muster were of Asami…

************

Fei Lon blinked. Then he blinked some more. The video clip was surreal, it was inhuman, and he was having trouble accepting it. Asami waited patiently for Fei Lon to snap out of the trance like state he was in.

Just then Asami’s cell phone buzzed. A message…

He frowned.

“What is it?” Fei Lon asked.

Asami read the strange message.

‘the angel dances as the devil pulls his strings… the lover panics as he searches for his golden angel…the mountain is always unmoving…the shadow watches in resentment… the play unfolds in hell… check the camera you dolt!’

***********

Kurai blinked sleepily at him.

“Hades…who are you calling at this hour…” he asked.

Hades smiled at the boy lying on his bed next to him skin to skin.

“No one special,” He replied. “Go back to sleep.”

Hades hugged Kurai. The boy was warm in his arms. Hades smiled as he wished he could hold Kurai like this in his arms forever. His smile became bitter as he remembered it was not him this angel loved.

**********

SHADOWS 2

2008-03-03T04:23:22Z

SHADOWS.

Fandom: Finder series goes on into AU

Author: setsunadiava

Disclaimer: I'll never be allowed back in the house even if I ever did manage such a series (the usual-Sodom and Gomorra problem T_T) However I DO own the KP Assassins.

WARNINGS: TORTURE, RAPE, VIOLENCE, AND BITS OF ANGST AS WELL I THINK.

Chapter 2

“There’s no damn letter there!” Tsume said as he stormed in. “That goddamn reporter was lying!”

“I'm a photographer!” Akihito retorted. “And it should have been there maybe you didn’t look hard enough!”

“Keep you trap shut.” Tsume hissed at him. His eyes like burning coals Akihito shivered involuntarily. “He had security guards posted at his fucking door step!!” Tsume jabbed an accusing finger at Akihito.

“Humm… that’s very curious…”Diablo looked amused.

“There’s nothing amusing about that you freak.” Tsume snapped at Diablo. “That bitch is nothing but trouble! He should have been dead by now!!”

“I’ll be the one to decide that Tsume. You may leave Tsume…” Diablo said absently.

Tsume didn’t look too happy about it. He glared at Diablo’s general direction.

“Oh, and Tsume, you smell horrible. Get cleaned before the next time you come near me.” Diablo added with out looking up at him.

Akihito couldn’t see his face but he could see Tsume’s shoulders tense up before he stormed off. There was some kind of electricity between the two… Akihito just knew it…

“He’s right though you know. There’s no real reason to keep you alive.” Diablo crooned as he touched Akihito’s face. Akihito tensed up.

“Keep your paws away from me.” He hissed.

Diablo actually looked amused. “Or else you’ll do what?” he taunted. “Bite me? Scream for help? There’s no one here who’ll help you or even hear you.”

Diablo bent down so Akihito could look into his eyes.

Because the room was rather dimly lit Akihito couldn’t see clearly. But when his eyes did adjust to the darkness, his heart and lungs both almost collapsed.

“You should have learned to heel when you could, sweet boy.” Diablo said brightly.

If Akihito had found his voice then, he would have screamed, really he would have, but he continued to stare shocked into those cold eyes. ‘He has no pupils…’

***********

Kurai fumed all the way to their pitiful dormitory. He knew Diablo had ulterior motives behind keeping the reporter brat alive. Kurai was not happy about it.

“Hey I’m back.” Kurai announced into their room, because really one just couldn’t be sure when Kurai’s volatile roommate would shoot him for not knocking. He was strange like that.

“You’re covered in blood.” Code-named Yama, Senyosa, noted as soon as Kurai walked in.

“Oh yeah? Thanks for stating the obvious Senyosa.” Kurai said sarcastically.

“Were you on a solo mission again?” Senyosa asked.

“Of sorts, yes.” Kurai answered. “There was a reporter sneaking around here so Diablo wants to know how he found out about us to begin with.”

“That’s not right; any intruder caught is always shot immediately.” Senyosa said.

“I know.” Kurai said darkly. “But he’s very pretty. Diablo likes pretty things.”

Senyosa gave him a long careful look. “Aren’t you mad then?”

“Why? Should I be? Kurai asked.

“Never mind…” Senyosa turned back to the 10’inch blade he was sharpening.

“But I am angry though.” Kurai announced. “I don’t even know this Akihito Takaba and I hate him. I hate him so much.”

Senyosa didn’t answer. Kurai went into the shower and didn’t notice Senyosa’s deep green eyes full of intent and the thoughtful fingers that traced the edge of the knife. If he had then he would have realized Senyosa had the intention of hurting someone… badly at that…

***********

After the fifth ring of his cell phone at 3:00 am, Fei Lon decided the person who was disturbing him would die a slow, painful death…

Fei Lon cursed as he groped for the cell wondering who the insensitive buffoon was…

“hello--” Fei Lon began but was cut off.

“Fei Lon, it’s me.” Asami said.

‘Oh that insensitive buffoon…wonder what he wants…’ Fei Lon thought.

“Do you have a watch Asami? Do you know what time it is? Or do you take joy in making me miserable?” Fei Lon demanded.

“It’s Akihito.” Asami said

Fei Lon held his breath.

“I need your help; Akihito’s got himself in to trouble…”

Asami concluded.

**********

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before.” Diablo said thoughtfully.

“Because you were too busy molesting him to remember.” Hades replied. “Now be a good boy and take off everything you’re wearing and place them in that basket.” Hades added to Akihito.

Akihito backed away. Really these people were downright crazy and scary as well to boot. This one, Hades or what ever his name was, looked terribly handsome yet there was something dangerous about the way he was smiling.

They had got him to a different room. It was clean with tilled floors and walls, and had only a chair and a cupboard.

“Of course if you don’t want to do it I’m sure we could help you with it.” Hades said brightly. “Don’t worry its just to make sure you don’t have any transmitters on you…”

“I don’t, you perverts. So back off.” Akihito snapped although he felt like it was a bad idea to mess with these psychos. “If you’re going to kill me then go ahead and do it already.”

“Kill you now why ever would we do that?” Hades asked looking pained. “Besides which you are far too skinny and old for my tastes.”

Akihito got tad bit annoyed. Skinny?! Old?!

“He’s not going to do it him self, so I’ll do it.” Diablo announced.

Before Akihito could react a pair of abnormally powerful arms caught him.

“What the…” he gasped.

Diablo actually ripped his clothes off as though they were paper. Akihito blindly clawed at Diablo but a firm hand caught his.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Hades said looking amused. “You shouldn’t poke your nose into something you have no idea about.”

“Yeah little brat,” Diablo crooned. “A pretty little boy could get into trouble like this.” With that he dropped the last of what had formally been Akihito’s jeans to the floor.

“He’s got a nice ass though” Hades commented.

“And what’s this?” Hades bent down to pick up Akihito’s long forgotten cell from the pile of clothes.

Akihito’s eyes widened. ‘Shit I’d forgotten all about that…’ he thought.

“Hum… its on silent mode…” Hades studied it. “Asami Chan… who’s this… I wonder…”

‘Oh shit…’ Akihito thought.

**************

Reality

2008-02-25T16:40:30Z

Original Work
Slight angst

Diablo liked to pretend. To create a fake world in his mind; a place where everything was perfect. In his mind the boy underneath him would be gasping and moaning in pleasure, would be arching up towards him in the haze of lust, his lean, tanned arms would be around Diablo's shoulders. In Diaboi's mind Tsume would wisper pleas for more and make helpless admission of love and complete submission. Diablo perfers to pretend he sees love and want and passion for him in those deep brown eyes of the angel sprawled out in his bed with long dark hair scattered around him like waves.
In the realms of his mind, Diablo sees a world where his angel loves him.
However when he opens his eyes to face reality, he sees anger, hate, hurt and humiliation in the stormy eyes. Those tanned arms are tied above Tsume's head, for if given a chance Tsume would suerly claw out Diablo's eyes. No words of love leave Tsume's full lips, only curses and angry hisses, and the occasional grunt when Diablo is too rough or sudden, a helpless heavy sob that tears Diablo's heart into two every time he hears it. Tsume twists his face away and lets out an involentary cry as his body betrays him and he comes in release, followed by the string of curses directed at everyone remotely assocoated with his miserable life.
Diablo sees the anger and disgust in Tsume's feirce eyes when Diablo spills his seed inside of his body. The boy shoves Diablo away from himself, gathers his clothes with out another word and leaves the room.
Thats the way their relationship works. There would never be gentle words of love exchanged between them, he would never hold Tsume in his arms in the aftermath of sex nor would Tsume ever show him anything but pain, anger, hate, and...tears in his lovely eyes. And Diablo would have to accept he just wouldn't recieve Tsume's love in this life time.
Atleast he can pretend, atleast in his mind... In his dreams Kurei Granger would love him back.

SHADOWS ch 1

2008-02-24T09:31:17Z

SHADOWS

chapter 1

" What do you want from me?" Akihito demanded.

" Hummm... That's a very good question, I'm glad you brought it up."
The gaijin said thoughtfully as though he was answering a curious child's question. The very look of self-satisfied smugness on the man's face made Akihito want to smack him." The KP is a very secret organisation, very few people know of it, so we'd like to know how you found out about it."

"I got a letter that told me..." Akihito began.

" You must think we're a bunch of idiots. Don't give me that garbage."
the man said flatly.

" I'm telling the truth!" Akihito snapped. " It was typed and had no signature. You can check my apartment if you don't believe me!"

" Tsume," The man, Akihito still didn't know his name, gestured the younger boy towards him.

" What?" Tsume asked.

" Verify what he just said." He said

" Yes, Diablo." Tsume nodded. Without another word Tsume was gone. The room was filled with eeri scilence. Akihito shifted impatiently on the chair he was tied to.

" Who are you people anyway?" he asked finally.

Diablo glanced at him from the desk in front of Akihito. He still had that smug look on his face. " That's none of your buisness," He replied,"But, seeing how you'll be dead pretty soon, I'll tell you anyway. We're murderers, we kill for good amounts of money--- to put it blandly." Diablo smirked at the shocked look on Akihito's face. "Don't worry though, it'll be swift and painless... And your body will be dumped in tokyo bay...If you're lucky... If not you'll be street rat food."

'I'm in trouble', Akihito thought,' How the hell do I get out of this one?'

" However... You are attractive... I can put you to better use.." Diablo noted,"You're much too good to be rat food."

Akihito's blood ran cold 'Dammit!! Not again...' He thought ' I have to get out of this somehow...'

***********

Asami was agitated and anxious to put it mildly.
The gaurd he'd put outside Akihito's apartment had been killed and there was no sign of the photographer anywhere.
There was no hint of struggle in the apartment either. The way the gaurd had been killed was too unusual, he had been shot once, neatly in the left eye and a stalk of red rose had been shoved down his throat, no way had that been the work of an amature, or the work of any normal profesional for that matter! He wondered briefly if Feilon had something to do with it then changed his mind.

" Find him dammit! I don't care if you have to turn every rock in tokyo or Japan to find him!! Keep watch outside his apartment 24/7." Asami snapped as he tried akihito's cell phone for the nth time and for the nth time there was no reply. Had Akihito run away from him? Had he been too cold? Surely not! Asami was sure they had reached an understanding in their strange relationship...
Maybe some of his rivals had found out about him...
Asami ran a hand throgh his hair ' Calm down, breath. Panicking won't get you anywhere.' Asami reminded himself.

************

Tsume had no idea why Diablo was making such a fuss about this. The way he saw things, that two bit photographer should have been killed off ages ago, there was no reason to keep him alive.
Code-named Tsume, Kurei Granger hated his job and everything related to it but as fate would have it he would have to live and die for the goddamned organisation - there simply was no way out for him.
Tsume abscently wiped blood off his dagger and placed it back into his boot. What confused him was why, in the name of hell, did this an ordinary photographer have body gaurds around his apartment? Diadlo probably knew but wasn't telling him about it. He had already taken out two by now... 'All this trouble for nothing.' He grumbled as he noted even more security by the door! Kurei cursed under his breath. He'd have to take them both out at once. He reached down to retrive both his custom made daggers - made of a special alloy of glass and silver.

***********

Asami watched the video clip. He stared. Then blinked. He had had candid cameras installed in and around Akihito's apartment. 'Impossible!! It's not humanly possible to move that fast!' Asami thought,' Akihito Takaba, what have you done this time?'
On the monitor of his laptop a masked shadow like figure shot out at lightning speed and used what Asami managed to identify as daggers into the two shocked body gaurds necks at once, ripping them apart like an angry animal in swift, sharp strikes. The blood sprayed all over the ground and the assassin's body. It walked in to Akihito's apartment, looked around throughly yet strangely neatly and after finding not finding what it was probably looking for the masked figure left leaving the room just as it was save for the blotches of blood.
Then to Asami's shock and anger the figure glared directly at the camera... Clear brown eyes, that actually looked as passionate as a rain storm... and flicked up a middle finger at the camera.
With that the mysterious figure was gone.
If not for the blood and dead men Asami could have convinced himself that it had all been some twisted dream.

***********

So there's the first chapter done, faster then I hoped.
I'll make sure the other chapters are longer. Feed back always welcome ^_^

Broke back mountain.

2008-02-23T16:08:47Z

I watched that movie cause I reeeeaaaally liked Ledger ( Spelling..?) and I felt bad about his demise, but it turned out real life gay-ism isn't my cup of tea.

fan fic

2008-02-23T15:50:12Z

After reading hundreds of fan works, I finally decided I should write a fan fiction as well.^_^
So here's my first ever fan fiction in general and of the finder series in particular.

And not to worry... I swear there's no AIDS involved.

Fandom: Finder series goes on into AU
author: setsunadiava
Disclaimer: I'll never be allowed back in the house even if I ever did manage such a series ( the usual-sadom and gamora problem T_T) However I DO own the KP Assassins.
Summary: Akihito is an ambitious man, and he has no idea when he should heel and back down. Not having learnt his lesson the first time with the incident with Asami, he goes on to take pictures of a secret assassin organisation.He realises there are people worse than filth and there is torture much worse than what Asami and Feilong exposed him to.

WARNINGS: tORTURE, RAPE, VIOLENCE, AND BITS OF ANGST AS WELL I THINK.

PROLOGUE.

The world was dark... He couldn't hear or see anything... His hands and feet were numb... There was a gag over his mouth... He couldn't remember anything, where was he? Was he even alive? Maybe he was dead... That's it maybe he had died and gone to hell...Or heaven...
But he was still breating, could the dead breath? There was a dull ache in his wrists and ankles, and his throat was dry, no way was he dead!
If he wasn't dead then where was he? Why was he here, where ever here was! He tried to remember but his thoughts were hazy, he probably had a cuncussion which would explain his disoriented thoughts and headache as well. He could remember that letter... it had been lying on his door step... it was some information about an organisation and it would be a huge scoop if he could get some good pictures of it...he had followed the directions and plunged head first in to unknown waters... he had taken a good amount of photographs of the outside but the security was too tight for him it get inside... But wait! he had gotten out! He had even gotten back to his apartment and put his camera away...Then why the hell was he here? What had gone wrong? He tried but he just couldn't remember how he got here...

" Umm... He's awake at last." A voice said.
He tensed up.

" Took him long enough, I was begining to think you'd somehow damaged him, Tsume." Another voice said.

The blindfold around his eyes were yanked off roughly, the sudden assult of brightness made him see a few brillent shades of colour. He blinked rapidly to get rid of the unforgiving sting in his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a tall brown eyed boy with hair down to his waist. Those eyes were so cold and unforgiving that he shuddered. The other was a blue eyed man, most definitely gaijin.

" You photographers are the most annoying pests almost as annoying as those damned reporters." The gaijin said. " You'll regret ever coming near this building, kid." He took out a piece of paper from a folder and read it out loud " Takaba Akihito, small time photographer, living on rent..." he read out what Akito realised was every thing connected with his life "...humm this isn't the first time you've been caught it seems... but I assure you this will be the last." the man added with a sinister tone.
Akihito wondered what kind of mess he'd gotten himself into this time.