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Obscured Luminosity
By kloud
Summary: Of the eight Elements incarnate, the immortal six who have eternally fought ineffectively against the darkness seek the only one able to destroy it—except their only savior is allied to their enemy. But why now? Why are the Light and Dark not fighting? slash, shonen-ai, m/m, BL, het
Bold is for emphasis
Italics is for thoughts or telepathy
Example: "Innocent Sin Incarnate"
It means that the person is speaking "innocent", using telepathy for "sin" and is using telepathy, emphasizing, and speaking "incarnate".
“Cosimo.”
“Hmm?”
“Let’s go somewhere.”
“What? But...well, where do you wanna go, Vira?”
“I don’t care.” He would pause, and in a softer voice say, “I just want you with me.”
Then I’d smile. “Okay.”
That’s how conversations use to go between us, now Vira’s more drawn back and reticent. I miss his daring requests. But ever since we met them everything changed. Of course, I was happy because we found out that there were people like us out there, but once they saw Vira, they immediately shunned him.
I understood why, but...Vira would never turn against us.
“Hey, Vira, let’s go back home!” I said to him one day, “We haven’t been there in ages...”
He would only smile gently, and softly say, “No.”
But we would go anyways. I’d drag him to places filled with people who would treat him like anyone else. It makes him happy, even though he always acts like he’s angry at me.
“Cosimo,” he would say in the middle of the night, another beautiful, but rare, smile on his face. “Thanks.” Then he’d quickly kiss my forehead.
I’d just smile in return and hug him, going back to sleep.
They are here in the morning. I can hear their voices, even though Vira warns them that I’m still asleep.
It’s always the same: we go away and they find us. No matter what I say or do he always takes the blame, but this time I refused to return.
“Those who bear the light and darkness in their bodies do not belong together.”
I could only smile, “Vira is my brother, and I love him.” Then I’d grab his hand and walk out.
But this had happened so many times that he had grown sick of it. He left, leaving a note telling me to return to them. There was...nothing else I could do.
It’s been a few years since then. Everything has turned around. Vira...is now my “enemy”. They were confident that this would happen. But this isn’t him, I know that because the last time that I saw him the person that I knew wasn’t there
In his sadness and rage, he unknowingly unleashed the chaotic part of the darkness within him. I’d like to think that I had nothing to do with this...but, he would always protect me. Maybe in protecting me he had gone too far, and opened a forbidden door residing in his heart.
I’ve come to free him today, even though I know that I’m not strong enough. The Light that embodies me has not encompassed me like the Darkness has overtaken Vira. I wanted my words and emotions to be the key, but...I knew the outcome the moment I saw your dark form.
I wanted...desperately...to save you...
“I love you, Vira.” No matter what form you take.
“ . . . that’s last entry, Azariah,” Ashetareth informed her brother, sitting across from her, softly. Impatiently, she pushed her long black hair behind her shoulder, luminous and soft yellow eyes, it was like looking into the sun, gleamed harshly onto the book she was holding. On the white velvet cover, and in cursive, were the gold etched words “Diary”. Its pages were frayed, turning yellow and crumbling under even the most delicate of touches.
Azariah smiled softly, blue and violet and black streaked eyes shifting uncomfortably and quickly. He looked up at his sister for a moment, pale and slender fingers pressed back his ebony hair even though it wasn’t long at all. He could easily sympathize with his sister, since they were both locked in a desperate search for the same thing—clues to who and what they were. But everything they had found was absurdly old and already crumbling, or maybe the writing was there, but indecipherable in its age.
He looked at the wooden coffee table in front of them, the edges in dangerous vicinity of hitting his knees. He took notice of the numerous books hastily stacked on top of its once glossy surface, now marred by water rings and worn by the rough covers of books thrown lazily down onto it. But he ignored the table’s silent plea for refurbishment, and stood up, carefully maneuvering his way until he was free of the blinding closeness of the table, and stretched.
It was early morning. He had fallen asleep, but Ashetareth had awakened him so that she could read that last entry to him. He walked towards the long, rectangular windows, his hand resting carefully on the wall beside it. His sister had made sure that these windows particularly had no curtains, so that the sun could shine through and they could read in the afternoons, and he had argued that the sun wasn’t good for books because it made them age faster, but Ashe was only silent, and that was when he knew. They weren’t going to stay here, at the mansion they inherited the moment their parents died.
“What’s wrong, Azariah?” Ashe asked him, her head lolling on the sofa she sat on. “You haven’t said a thing yet.”
Azariah smiled a small smile, eyes searching at the landscape revealed to him through the window. “I was just wondering,” he answered, pausing before continuing. “Will that happen to us?”
His sister frowned, and she looked at his form at the window, “We will never be separated, Azariah, I promise you that.”
But Azariah only stared out at the rolling green fields before the stark contrast of their mansion, black stone and tall metal towers gleaming treacherously in the sunlight. He wished that was true, but according to everything they had read, it was inevitable—they could never be together forever. And even if they could be, he couldn’t help but feel that someone would always interfere, or maybe something would happen. And maybe that something was someone else dying. If that was true then . . . it’d be better if he was alone. Just because he carried the essence of darkness inside him did not mean he was heartless.
He turned around before Ashe could realize that maybe he didn’t believe his own sister, and smiled a soft smile, letting her know that he did believe in her. Ashetareth stood up quickly, and roughly escaped the confines of her own prison, mounds of books falling to the floor and onto her long black dress. Azariah smiled again, laughing softly, before he strolled over towards her to help clear her path. “You should be more careful, Ashe.”
But she just laughed, “They’re just books. Besides, they were in my way.”
“You’re the one who put them there, dear sister,” Azariah shook his head disapprovingly. But he lightened up again, “Maybe Vishal has breakfast prepared? Shall we go down together and see, mademoiselle Ashetareth?” He offered his arm, the playful glint in his dark eyes made noticeable by the swirls of black and violet and navy.
Ashe smiled widely, trying to hold in the quake of laughter shaking her slim figure. “Oui, monsieur.”
A/N: So...like? Or not? Please do tell. BTW, this is a SHONEN-AI story (boy love), but it's not yaoi. I can't write yaoi...it's embarrassing. I can write half-erotic fluff, haha. About as far as I'll go. Anyways, I have lots of plans for this story, so I'll hope they'll come true. Oh, and before I go, I just wanted to say that THIS IS NOT A LIGHT VERSUS DARK STORY!! The story is in the Dark Element's point of view...and I wanted that to signify something. I know one of my friends, who is in college now, has read the original version. That version was done in the Light Element's view, so I guess people got the wrong idea. Anyways, thanks for reading. Hopefully I'll see ya later.