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~Rogue~
By: Aerys Krystie.
Krad blinked as the train came to a halt. He glanced out the window and studied the faces of the ones boarding. He could feel their pain; their despair and knew the Nephilim was responsible for their suffering. Krad wiped his eyes before Dante could open his and see that he was crying. The conductor came by, asking if they would mind sharing their space with a few other people. Krad shook his head. Anything to help those that had just survived an attack on their lives.
Krad got to his feet and slapped Dante's leg, forcing the demon spawn to sit up. Krad sat beside him, watching as the refugees walked by. A young family asked them if they could sit in that room and Krad nodded. They shuffled in and Dante ran his eyes over them. He felt compassion for them. Just not as strongly as Krad did. The blond asked them what happened and Dante got the feeling he already knew and their story about how they were suddenly attacked an hour ago confirmed his suspicions. Dante didn't know what the Nephilim was like but judging from the way Krad tensed, it couldn't have been anything else.
Krad asked them where they were headed and the woman answered they were going to be staying with her sister in the next town. She inquired about their destination and Krad giggled, rather gaily in Dante's opinion, and said they were going wherever the wind took them. The man looked at his wife with loving eyes and explained that was their dream until they were blessed with a child. Dante wasn't sure how much he could take and Krad excused them. Stepping out of the compartment, Krad raised an eyebrow and figured he could get more privacy at a church. He didn't want to but pulled Dante into the toilet cubicle, shifting uncomfortably. It was horrible being that close to tainted blood.
Krad looked at the back of Dante's head and the half-demon decided to relieve his bladder. Krad groaned in disgust and Dante smirked over his shoulder. "It's a natural act. I figured I would kill two birds with one stone." Dante put himself away, flushed and washed his hands, using Krad's coat to dry them, ignoring the fist to his face as he did so. Krad growled and removed his coat. Dante smirked again. "Getting undressed already? I will admit I've never done it with a highly effeminate guy in one of these before."
Krad kicked Dante's ankle, enjoying the crack it made as it was dislocated along with Dante's curse. "As if I would let you take my virginity in the toilet of a train; much less give it to a half-breed!" Krad shook his head. That wasn't actually the reason he dragged Dante into the toilet and the longer he was in there with the idiot, the longer he was leaving his suitcase alone with the family of spies.
"Virgin, huh?" Dante looked Krad over. He was actually unable to believe that. There had to be someone Krad wanted to give himself to.
Krad growled again and slapped Dante. "Focus! I know what the Nephilim is after. His master is trying to raise hell on earth and turn it into a second hell. That's one hell too many. I wonder why Lucifer hasn't intervened yet."
"How can you be a virgin?"
Krad narrowed his eyes and forced Dante onto the toilet. He was about to yell at the silver haired man but swallowed his words when the half-breed overpowered him. Krad stared at Dante. How the hell did that happen? It's not possible for him to beat me! Krad glared when Dante smirked and Krad knew he wasn't going to be released until he told Dante why he was still a virgin. It was better to just get it over with. "Because no-one is worthy enough to touch me. Okay?"
Dante nodded and sat down on the loo. "Mind putting my ankle back into place? Fucking psycho." Dante cursed again when Krad 'accidentally' fell on it. It was cracked into place and Dante saw something in Krad's hand. Something that didn't look very nice and it worried the son of Sparda a little. "What's that?"
Krad glanced at the white feather in his hand, which had a blue sheen to it and smiled up at Dante. "Trust me." Somehow, it wasn't surprising when Dante got to his feet and stepped over the crouching blond. "It's for the pain."
"I'll take the pain over your voodoo needle, thanks." Dante opened the door and slipped out, frowning slightly at the mass of people that were gathered around it. Were they all waiting to use the toilet? Dante doubted it and went back to the compartment. Something was different. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. The family was speaking quietly between each other and didn't pay any attention to him, which was odd.
Dante's eyes widened and he pulled out his guns, shooting the two children. He focused his weapons on the mother and father, eyes narrowed. What kind of sick freaks pose as a family and take on the form of children? Dante squeezed the triggers of his guns but stopped when Krad stood in front of them. If he had to shoot through the blond, he would.
"They're not real demons!" Krad looked over his shoulder at their glowing eyes that said otherwise. "They're just lost souls." He looked back at Dante and smiled vaguely. "I know a ritual that will free them and –" Krad broke off into a scream of pain as two hands, a male and female one, ripped through his back and into his abdomen. They were pulled back and Dante raised an eyebrow. Krad's head snapped up and he spun around. "I am going to liberate the shit out of you!"
Dante stepped back as Krad's hands plunged into each other their chests, ripping their hearts out. Black gunk splattered onto the blond's pristine white outfit and he faced Dante, his gold eyes shimmered blue and he didn't look happy. Dante actually felt something that could resemble fear when staring into those odd eyes but he kept it down and raised an eyebrow again, waiting to know what Krad's orders were going to be.
"Fuck it! Kill them all and let the devil deal with them!"
Dante grinned and walked out after Krad, going to the right of the compartment. He shot his way through the so-called 'false demons' and as he was moving to another cart, paused. He could've sworn he just sensed his brother but it was fleeting and he didn't have much time to think about it as most of the passengers had been killed by the freaks. Some of the passengers were cowering in the very last cart and they survived, thanking Dante for saving them. There had been more particularly cute girl in that lot, that was over the legal age. Unfortunately, he wasn't aware of her fiancée that almost clawed his eyes out.
Dante ran from the cart, telling them it was safe to head back to their rooms and whatnot. As he passed through them, the bodies of the demons began turning to dust and Dante shrugged. He found Krad in the dining cart, smoking and having a drink of wine. He sat across the table and looked at the blond, who had smears of black goop over his face, under his nails and on his clothing. There was also the mixture of his blood. Dante observed Krad, who was staring out the window, watching as the scenery sped past. There was a lot on the blond's mind and Dante stood, deciding to leave him alone.
Back in the compartment, Dante frowned, seeing a black feather lying on the seat Krad had been before the family came in. He picked it up, opened the window and threw it out. Krad hadn't said anything about the Nephilim being around and the last thing Dante wanted or even needed was for the blond to go into a fit of rage about it. The driver announced they would arrive at the next town in approximately fifteen minutes. Dante glanced at Krad's suitcase.
"We're getting off at the next town," Krad said as he sat down and looked blankly at Dante. "And don't throw out anymore of those feathers if you find them before me."
Dante threw himself down and shrugged. "You didn't say anything about it being here so I figured you didn't know. I didn't want you flipping out like you did last night when I walked in with the same feather." Krad couldn't hold that against him, Dante rationalized. He liked keeping parts of his anatomy where they belong.
"You didn't mention anything about sensing your brother, either, even if it was for a moment." Krad lowered his eyes in thought. Could Vergil be the one that had resurrected the Nephilim? What were his motives behind such a reckless act? If the Nephilim got bored, it would kill the half-breed and do what it wanted. Vergil was playing with fire, if he was the one.
Dante didn't say anything. It was obvious that Krad already knew everything he needed to. And Dante was still trying to figure out why the blond needed him. It seemed obvious that he was able to figure out everything on his own. Hell, he could probably even sense Vergil if he wanted but he kept Dante around for something. Dante didn't want to know what that reason was, just in case it ended with him dying. Death wasn't part of his plans but Krad didn't seem like the sacrifice kind. Of course, being covered in the blackened blood of the 'liberated demons' didn't make him look all that angelic.
The train began to slow and Krad got to his feet, wincing at the open wounds on his back and abdomen. He raised the white shirt and looked at them. They were starting to bleed again and he needed them dressed so he could sleep without making too much mess of the sheets. He glanced at his suitcase when the train hissed to a stop and walked out of the compartment, Dante following a second later. Not even the silver haired man was going to touch the suitcase. Not even god knew what could've happened to it.
They were the last ones on the train and before stepped off, Krad froze. "It's here." He gripped onto Dante as something grabbed his hair and tried pulling him back into the train.
The half-demon wrapped an arm around Krad's waist, who hissed as Dante was making the wounds bleed even more and looked behind the blond. There wasn't anything there but whatever was there had a cast iron grip. Krad was cursing as he tried to get away from it and it wasn't doing any favors for his hair. With a sigh, Krad pulled out one of his knives. He hesitated a moment before cutting his hair. He and Dante tumbled out of the train and spilled onto the platform, other passengers staring down at them. Krad would be the first to admit, being covered in black gunk, old and fresh blood was probably not the best way to enter a town.
Krad pushed himself off of Dante and got to his feet, glaring at anyone that would dare to make eye contact with him. Dante jumped to his feet and brushed himself off. He faltered for a second as the scent of the sweet blood. It was delicious and decided he could worry about it later. After all, he wasn't like Vergil. And it was going to be annoying to get the blood stains off his clothing but figured a dry cleaner should be able to do it. He glanced at Krad's hair and blinked. It was a lot thicker than it looked and it was now almost half the length it used to be. That was probably the hardest decision Krad had ever had to make. Not that Dante could understand that. After all, hair grew back.
Dante looked around and recognized the town. He took Krad to the cheapest hotel and smirked at the way the blond wrinkled his nose up at the faint scent of alcohol, blood, sex and vomit. As they walked to their rooms, Krad decided to pay for separate rooms that time; they could hear the local night walkers earning their pay and Krad sighed. It was going to be a long night but at least he didn't have to worry about Dante keeping him up. Krad entered his room and looked around. It was clean but the stickiness of everything that happened in there before him was still around. It made Krad feel dirty. He went into the bathroom and groaned like a child when he saw that he had to share it with Dante.
Separate rooms should mean separate bathrooms, too! Krad hunted around for a First Aid kit and finally located the practically empty box under the counter. He looked through it and couldn't find any gauze or tap. With a growl, Krad went back into his room and picked up his wallet, pulling out some money. He couldn't wander around the town in destroyed clothing that were stained, with wounds that kept opening. He went into the bathroom and knocked on Dante's door. When the half-breed opened it, Krad shoved the money into his hand and gave him strict orders to get him new clothing, plus get medical supplies, while he showered.
Krad turned around and looked under the basin for a couple of towels he could use until Dante returned. It was a little shocking to see that the bathroom was well stocked when it came to that but they couldn't be bothered getting the necessities for the First Aid kit. That annoyed Krad a little but he bit it back and stripped out of his ruined clothing, turning the shower on. The way the pipes rattled scared the blond, especially when it took ten seconds for the water to actually appear. At least it was clear. Krad could be thankful for small mercies. He undid his hair and sighed sadly when he didn't feel the tips brushing against his ankles. He was going to slaughter that fucking Nephilim for attacking something as dear to him as his hair.
Krad sighed again as he stepped under the lukewarm spray, watching as blood and dirt ran down the drain. He had lost the cross that his mother had put in his hair when he was twelve, as well. That was around the same time his brother had gone insane and shocked their family and friends. Everyone was expecting Krad to be the loopy one, after coming into the world dead. Krad missed his brother and it had been the worst moment of his entire life when he killed Dark. A sob escaped his throat and he glared at the tiles under his feet. He was not going to cry over that bastard. The one that had caused so much death and hurt throughout the world.
After scrubbing himself four times, Krad heard Dante return and turned the shower off. He wrung his hair and stepped out; grabbing one of the three towels he had set up. He wrapped his hair up in one and put another around his waist. He checked out the wounds in the small mirror above the basin and flinched. They looked angry. Krad lowered his eyes and stepped out of the bathroom into his room. He thanked Dante and got to work on dressing the wounds. Dante was sitting on the sofa, watching as Krad tried to cover the rips in his back.
Dante got up and took the gauze from the blond, putting in place. He glanced up the back and stared at the word that was between the blond's shoulders. In fancy script was the word 'Wonderland' and Dante was curious about the meaning behind that. He dressed the other wound and sat down again as Krad slipped into his pants under the towel. He lowered his eyes to his boots when the blond pulled on the cotton shirt and took his hair out of the towel.
"God damn it!" Krad exclaimed and threw himself onto the bed. He had forgotten to tell Dante to pick up a brush.
"I figured you'd need one." Dante placed the brush on the bedside chest and left the room. He felt Krad smile at him as the door closed.
They were haunting. The silvery-blue eyes that could be so cold, fringed by short, jet black lashes. That was all he could ever look at. Nothing else compared to their beauty. Not even his eyes could come close to those. They lured in demons, humans and even angels. They were easy to drown in. One would gladly give up an eternity just to gaze at them. They pierced the darkness and searched the soul.
The silver hair that gleamed like an artificial halo. As soft as a fine silk that tickled his face like a fairy dancing over it. It set him afire. The soft fragrance of almonds surrounding it. He couldn't help but inhale, letting the scent of him invade his nose and take over all his senses. The way the short strands brushed his neck and framed his face, sometimes drawing eyes to his lips.
They should be illegal. So beautiful. Full and supple and probably as soft as they looked that would curl up into a smirk that made him bite back a moan. They were the source of the heated words that were making him shudder and hid a very talented tongue that would glide over his neck and along his jaw. It would run along his lips but never dipped in like he was begging it would.
The gentle darkness around them encased them tenderly as Dante laid atop the blond, teasing his body. The way it would arch and quiver beneath his touches was like a sultry dance that he would never tire of watching. The glowing gold eyes closed and teeth bit the lip that tasted like sweet strawberries on a hot summer's day. He whispered another few words into a pierced ear. His tongue flicked the lobe and he enjoyed the gasp as he gently tugged on one of the small loops with his teeth. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt that hid a tiny body. The way the blond writhed under his touches without any skin contact was heavenly.
The last button undone, Dante pushed the material aside, taking hold of wrists as the hands went to touch him. He wasn't done tormenting the blond, yet. He pinned the wrists to the pillow beside the gold strands and placed a semi-rough kiss under his chin, making the blond whimper. Glowing eyes opened revealing everything he was thinking. Lust, passion, trust and a touch of fear. Dante was worthy to touch the body of a virgin and he was going to enjoy it.
Dante placed soft kisses down the pale column of the blond's throat. Skin that was so delicate Dante was a little worried about being too rough and damaging it and he wanted to be as rough as he could but didn't want to make the blond's first experience one he wanted to forget. Without a doubt, the blond would have some bruises to remind him of what had happened. The blond breathed his name and Dante looked up at him.
Dante straddled narrow hips and gazed down into the eyes that were swirling between gold and sapphire. It was interesting to see but he slapped the blond, hard. The sound of his hand making contact seemed to echo through the darkness. "Guess again…Angel."
Krad's eyes widened as the gentle darkness disappeared in a flash of light and he was standing in a baron wasteland. The sky was fiery and the ground was littered with the bodies of the children he had been forced to kill, in order to save their souls. Tears filled his eyes as he saw the mangled body of his brother standing opposite of him, a cruel smirk twisting his handsome features. The clear liquid in his eyes fell as Dark pointed to him and told the screaming children that Krad was the one to blame.
Dead, soulless eyes turned to the blond. The sound of their bodies fighting the rigor mortis as they crawled over to him chimed through the air as did the bitter laugh of his brother. Krad backed up but was stopped by the one that had resurrected the Nephilim. He couldn't see his face but Krad knew who it was. The only one who would be crazy enough to do something like that. All thought left Krad's mind as hard, cold fingers gripped his clothing, pulling him down. Questions fired at him, mainly the question of why. Krad apologized to them again and again. It didn't seem to do anything but make them hurt even more. He hadn't meant to kill them all. He didn't want to kill them. It was his job to free their souls once they were lost.
His apologies weren't enough and he could feel their bony fingers ripping their way into his chest. The agony surged through his body and he could feel the blood entering his throat. Through the small gaps between their decaying bodies, Krad could see glimpses of Dante as the half-breed looked for him. He reached a heavy hand out, calling out to him. Asking for his help; needing to be saved. Dante walked over him and Krad screamed as his heart was ripped out.
Krad woke with a gasp. He could feel the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and disappearing into his hair. He sat up and glanced around. He hated that nightmare. Thankfully, it appeared that he hadn't woken Dante with it. Krad didn't really feel like explaining what it was all about but at least the first half of it had been pleasurable. And he wasn't going to tell Dante about that. Throwing the covers back, Krad went into the bathroom and splashed cold water over his face.
It didn't stop the tears as Krad remembered the children. Once a year that nightmare came to him from nowhere. It tore him up inside. The door to Dante's room opened and the half-demon lent against the frame, staring at him with his arms crossed. Krad ignored it. He didn't need anyone's pity. He was a Nephilim, for the love of god! He was meant to be stronger than that but every human had a weakness and Krad's was the senseless killings of the children.
"Wanna tell me what the screaming was about and why you woke me up in the middle of the night with it?"
Krad sniffed and dried his face. He threw the towel at Dante and went back into the room, turning the light off and closing the door. He got under the covers again and stared at the door, knees to his chest as he thought about the nightmare. Why did it have to hit then? Of all times of the year, why did it have to wear him down when he was on the hunt? He couldn't afford to be distracted. Was that the point to it? Distract him so he couldn't complete his mission? Krad looked at his hands and saw all the blood on them. The times when he was slightly psychotic and killed for the joy of it to the times when he had to kill the few to protect the majority.
"I'll never be clean," he whispered.
Krad jumped when he felt warm, bare arms wrap around his shoulders from the left. He looked at Dante and wondered what the hell was going on and how he didn't feel the half-demon get on the bed beside him or see the bathroom door open. Dante didn't feel emotion and he rarely, if ever, cared about what another person was going through. Krad was going to push him away but at that pathetic moment in his life, he needed the comfort.
Krad wasn't going to cry again, though. He wasn't going to show Dante just how weak he was but closed his eyes and lay down with the silver haired man, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat. It soothed him and Krad found himself falling asleep to the steady thumping. He just hoped neither of them freaked in the morning when they woke. Krad inhaled deeply and remarked on the spiciness of Dante's scent, in his mind. It really suited everything about the man.
End Chapter III.
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