Author: Chauni

Website: www.oocities.org/asukalangley2nd/

Warnings: Hints of incest, shonen ai

Pairings: Setsuna + Sara/ Setsuna + Kira

Disclaimer: I do not own Angel Sanctuary, nope nope nope.

Notes: A pretty short piece, but I wanted to write something Angel Sanctuary! ^-^ Another Scribble entry, gomen.

The First To Run

Freak...

I can see it in their eyes as they peer down at me, maskless, faceless beings in a sea of deception. Zombies on the way to decomposition, lost with their blind hate and lack of knowledge. Their faith makes them evil, condemning me and my love.

I don't care if it's unnatural or breaking some pathetic laws laid down by a long dead deity! I don't care if I will never bear the white wings of angels and warriors or that my soul will be sent to Hell for all the endless ages to come forth. That doesn't matter as long as I'm beside her....Sara.

But, within the masses of despising and loathing, I had found yet another soulmate, one who can talk my foolish, one-track mind out of a headlong collision just like she can. How did I not see him before?

I don't care what you are or who you used to be. I don't care what demons lie buried under the concrete and mortar of your soul; such frivolous things concern me not anymore. Fuck the pathetic bullshit and the mindgames! I know where my heart lies...and the people it lies with.

So, come and strike me dead where I stand, if it suits your fancy, God, or ignore me and cast me out of your Eden and Babylon. It's all the same to me. But have you know this; just like the woman inside me once did, I call war upon you now, and with the strings of my puppet cut, I can and will succeed. My aid is beside me, my inspiration within me, my love in the toes of my soul. Nothing will stop me; no such power ever existed to cease my fury.

Call me a dope, an idiot, and tell me I will lose. I shall only fight harder, shall only fuel my fire. And in the day I look to her, and in the oblivion, I look to him, and between the two perfections, I have achieved my own sense of completion. I have reached the end of a well-trodden road and now find my feet standing before the overgrown path of ageless and countless proportions.

The first step is always the hardest.

Fingers interlocked within the warm hands of my companions, my first foot hits the grass.

The End