Here we have it! A hopefully better and easier to understand fic. I
worked on this last night, had someone do the proof-reading and other
things, so I hope it's fine 'coz I'm really sleepy (filipino time
somewhere in 6:00-7:00 in the morning).

Welcome the Darkeness

Chapter I.

"If you didn't hesitate so much, maybe none of this would have ever
happened!"
        
        Subaru Sumeragi sighed in exasperation at the arguement going
on in the Imonoyama Mansion between Arashi Kissu and Sorata Arisugawa
about a failed attack on some of the minions earlier that day. It was
even reaching him from the garden.

"Well, it's not exactly my fault it had to happen!" Sorata's voice
retorted, not cheerful at all.

If that was their idea of 'peace', Subaru didn't know what to do. He
also knew they liked each other, but covered it up well. 

How sappy.

"I can't take this anymore!" Kamui Shiro's voice rose up. "I thought
we were fighting for Tokyo! Not among ourselves! You made me get into
this war! NOW look what the hell you're all doing! Exactly what I
expected you to do! Get at each other's throats!"

Subaru soon heard the loud footsteps of the boy walking away and
turned to watch wordlessly as the boy walked out of the Imonoyama
Mansion grounds. There goes one fuse in the group. At the rate they
were going, the minions were likely to catch them off-guard any time. 

Namely Seishirou Sakurazuka. 

He shook away the hurtfully pleasant thoughts away even before they
even came. 

The reason why he ever got into the Holy War was to kill his enemy and
lover, not for Tokyo's sake and not for the world's sake.

But for he himself.

Like it mattered.....or did it?

*********

     The hooded and cloaked figure blended well with the shadows as he
hid in the basement of the Sunshine 60 Building. It was quiet there.

And it was where the minion's hideout was.
Where Fuma Monou was.
That accursed soul.......

Hikaru continued silently on his way towards the room of the minion
which had destroyed his innocence completely with one promise and one
sweet night he had taken not long ago. 

Like the dark-winged angel that followed Hikaru everywhere and
anytime, sweeping and ready to take anything he held dear. 

He continued walking towards the room, movements like the whispers of
shadows, barely heard.

Never heard.

He opened the door, slid in and closed it silently. The lights were
open, and there, sitting peacefully on an armchair, sat his enemy,
calmly reading a book as if nothing was happening.

"You've arrived, Hikaru-sama," Fuma remarked, not even looking up from
the book as Hikaru drew his deadly blade. "I knew you would somehow."

"I arrived to kill you," Hikaru answered simply and tonelessly, taking
off his hood to reveal his pretty face....though one cheek was forever
marred with a mortal scar he would carry forever.....from Fuma Monou's
very blade. He poised. "Are you ready to die, minion?" 

A strange, evil smile curled upon Fuma's lips. He quietly put the book
down and stood, drawing his own blade. "Maybe, Hikaru," he answered.
"Unless you're ready for passion."

TO BE CONTINUED...... 


Hope you're all satisfied.

-Pam.....feeling toneless and dry






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