Saint/Sinner
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quirkypeanutblu
Character/Fandom: Hei/Darker than BLACK
Prompt: 17. king for a day
Word Count: 810
Summary: Hei finds himself rather liking Milo's world, until things start to go awry.
Author Notes/Warnings: Attempts at Saint Seiya world (having never seen the show D:) and NPCs.
It wasn’t anything new to Hei. A new territory. A new role to play. New things to learn, new people to deceive. Wasn’t that what he had been doing for…who knew how many years it had been now? It got to the point that sometimes he couldn’t remember his true self, assuming he had ever had one.
This was Milo’s world, and it was beautiful. The temples with their architecture, the landscape, the garden far below, even all those damn stairs were beautiful when the sunlight hit the marble. The air was clean and the place was silent, tranquil. There were stars at night. Hei had spent the entire night sitting on the stairs, watching the stars, because who knew when this was going to be over and he would be back in Tokyo. Back in the shadow of the Gate, under a canopy of false stars. This was a little bit of peace; a rare opportunity for him. And he was some kind of Saint, at that. A defender and protector, not a monster. Like being king for a day.
Yin would like it here. Bai would have liked it here.
It was beautiful, it was peaceful, but it wasn’t Hei’s world. There was no place for him here; not that there was a place for him back in Tokyo, but that was something else entirely. And Milo’s world wasn’t perfect. The tranquility had a dark edge to it. Tension hung over this place—Sanctuary, it was called—like storm clouds. The calm before the storm; that’s what it was like. And that wasn’t anything new to Hei either. It had felt that way in South America, just before the incident. It felt that way now in Tokyo, as Evening Primrose dug in their claws, and Amber…
Amber.
He shook his head. Not now.
It was sunset over Sanctuary. Hei didn’t know what to do, so here he was again, sitting on the ridiculous, seemingly infinite stairs and waiting for nightfall and the stars.
Footsteps on the stairs behind him and Hei’s shoulders tensed. He’d never liked having people behind him. He thought of his weapons, far away and in the hands of an inexperienced teenage girl, but forced himself not to react as the footsteps approached. A new role to play; the role of Milo. He called up the little he knew about the man. Milo. Calm. Dark. Distant.
A voice spoke behind him. “Out here again, Milo? You’ve been walking all over the last few days.”
Hei looked behind him. It was the man he’d seen before, with the bull horns—Aldebaran, Mu had called him.
How would Milo respond? Hei thought of Milo’s casual attitude and apparent indifference. He turned away from the big man and shrugged.
“They say fresh air is good for you.”
There was a sound of vague amusement from the big man. “Come down to Taurus? I have some wine.” He sounded a little concerned.
Hei paused for effect. “Not tonight, I think.” He looked back and saw Aldebaran quirk his eyebrows, surprised. But then he just shrugged.
“Suit yourself, then. Good evening, Milo,” he said, and continued on past.
“Good evening.”
And then the entire mountain began to shake.
Hei braced himself on the stairs to keep from falling; ahead of him Aldebaran spread his feet, trying to keep his balance. The mountain was pitching back and forth like a boat in a hurricane, and a roaring sound was rising up from the earth.
There was a loud crack and the stair on which Hei was sitting split down the middle. Bits of marble crumbled away and Hei almost fell forward down the stairs.
As suddenly as it had begun, the quake stopped. Hei and Aldebaran were silent, Hei still gripping the edge of the stairs.
“That…did not feel natural,” Aldebaran said.
Hei remained silent. He pulled himself to his feet and looked down at the broken step where he had been sitting. A bad omen.
“It couldn’t be…” Aldebaran trailed off and then looked back at Hei, his eyes sharp. “Milo, I’m going to check the lower temples. I have a bad feeling.”
“So do I,” Hei said, but he was looking at the broken step. He listened as Aldebaran went down the stairs, at a faster pace this time. Hei then crouched down to get a better look at the crack.
How often did earthquakes happen in this version of Greece? Aldebaran said it had felt unnatural. What did that mean?
Hei stood up again, frowning at the crack and looking around him. The back of his neck was tingling, as if someone was watching. Milo’s world seemed to have lost its luster. Hei couldn’t help but notice all the places where someone could be hiding.
He sighed. He should have known better. Who but a fool decides to be king for a day?
quirkypeanutbluCharacter/Fandom: Hei/Darker than BLACK
Prompt: 17. king for a day
Word Count: 810
Summary: Hei finds himself rather liking Milo's world, until things start to go awry.
Author Notes/Warnings: Attempts at Saint Seiya world (having never seen the show D:) and NPCs.
It wasn’t anything new to Hei. A new territory. A new role to play. New things to learn, new people to deceive. Wasn’t that what he had been doing for…who knew how many years it had been now? It got to the point that sometimes he couldn’t remember his true self, assuming he had ever had one.
This was Milo’s world, and it was beautiful. The temples with their architecture, the landscape, the garden far below, even all those damn stairs were beautiful when the sunlight hit the marble. The air was clean and the place was silent, tranquil. There were stars at night. Hei had spent the entire night sitting on the stairs, watching the stars, because who knew when this was going to be over and he would be back in Tokyo. Back in the shadow of the Gate, under a canopy of false stars. This was a little bit of peace; a rare opportunity for him. And he was some kind of Saint, at that. A defender and protector, not a monster. Like being king for a day.
Yin would like it here. Bai would have liked it here.
It was beautiful, it was peaceful, but it wasn’t Hei’s world. There was no place for him here; not that there was a place for him back in Tokyo, but that was something else entirely. And Milo’s world wasn’t perfect. The tranquility had a dark edge to it. Tension hung over this place—Sanctuary, it was called—like storm clouds. The calm before the storm; that’s what it was like. And that wasn’t anything new to Hei either. It had felt that way in South America, just before the incident. It felt that way now in Tokyo, as Evening Primrose dug in their claws, and Amber…
Amber.
He shook his head. Not now.
It was sunset over Sanctuary. Hei didn’t know what to do, so here he was again, sitting on the ridiculous, seemingly infinite stairs and waiting for nightfall and the stars.
Footsteps on the stairs behind him and Hei’s shoulders tensed. He’d never liked having people behind him. He thought of his weapons, far away and in the hands of an inexperienced teenage girl, but forced himself not to react as the footsteps approached. A new role to play; the role of Milo. He called up the little he knew about the man. Milo. Calm. Dark. Distant.
A voice spoke behind him. “Out here again, Milo? You’ve been walking all over the last few days.”
Hei looked behind him. It was the man he’d seen before, with the bull horns—Aldebaran, Mu had called him.
How would Milo respond? Hei thought of Milo’s casual attitude and apparent indifference. He turned away from the big man and shrugged.
“They say fresh air is good for you.”
There was a sound of vague amusement from the big man. “Come down to Taurus? I have some wine.” He sounded a little concerned.
Hei paused for effect. “Not tonight, I think.” He looked back and saw Aldebaran quirk his eyebrows, surprised. But then he just shrugged.
“Suit yourself, then. Good evening, Milo,” he said, and continued on past.
“Good evening.”
And then the entire mountain began to shake.
Hei braced himself on the stairs to keep from falling; ahead of him Aldebaran spread his feet, trying to keep his balance. The mountain was pitching back and forth like a boat in a hurricane, and a roaring sound was rising up from the earth.
There was a loud crack and the stair on which Hei was sitting split down the middle. Bits of marble crumbled away and Hei almost fell forward down the stairs.
As suddenly as it had begun, the quake stopped. Hei and Aldebaran were silent, Hei still gripping the edge of the stairs.
“That…did not feel natural,” Aldebaran said.
Hei remained silent. He pulled himself to his feet and looked down at the broken step where he had been sitting. A bad omen.
“It couldn’t be…” Aldebaran trailed off and then looked back at Hei, his eyes sharp. “Milo, I’m going to check the lower temples. I have a bad feeling.”
“So do I,” Hei said, but he was looking at the broken step. He listened as Aldebaran went down the stairs, at a faster pace this time. Hei then crouched down to get a better look at the crack.
How often did earthquakes happen in this version of Greece? Aldebaran said it had felt unnatural. What did that mean?
Hei stood up again, frowning at the crack and looking around him. The back of his neck was tingling, as if someone was watching. Milo’s world seemed to have lost its luster. Hei couldn’t help but notice all the places where someone could be hiding.
He sighed. He should have known better. Who but a fool decides to be king for a day?
