Gifts

Gifts

Flora Winters

I do not own Gakuen Heaven or any of its amazing characters and I’m not making any money off writing this either.

Summary: Bell Liberty Academy is home to the most gifted boys in Japan. All of the students possess a very special ability, making them outcasts from the rest of society. This school is their haven, their heaven. This story will contain male/male parings, and some strong language here and there. This story may even remind you of X-Men. I’m not really sure if this will be a crossover or not, since there will be no characters from X-Men in it. It might even remind many of Heroes, too. Hmm, such a dilemma this is. Oh, well, enjoy the story, ya’ll.

Chapter Fourteen

The darkness seethed and it pulsed in its silent rage. It snarled and it hissed in its all continuing hunger to destroy everything it could touch. It wanted to devour the sun and cover the word in Evil’s shadow.

“I’m coming,” the voice echoed in a realm of growling shadows with demon red eyes. “And all life in the world shall know just how terrible my wrath can be.”

Her laughter was like the endless shrieking of a volcanic storm. It was like the dying of a trillion stars. It had the power to suffocate and choke the life from all who could hear it.

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Jin made his way down the long hallway in the old hospital. He walked with his head down and his heart was heavy. He was lonely. He was so lonely. Why did it have to be him? Why did his happiness have to be torn away from him? It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fucking fair!

He had to stop and rest his head against a wall to calm his breathing. The tears were streaming from his eyes.

“Don’t leave me!” He had screamed in agony as the past echoed around him. “Don’t you fucking leave me, Hiroya! Don’t do this to me!”

He squeezed his eyes shut. The past was screaming all around him. He could hear the gunshots, the explosions, and the crying.

He hated coming here. He hated seeing someone so powerful in that bed. He fucking hated it!

He had tried to use his powers, but there was nothing he could do. He didn’t have the power to heal something so…evil.

“Why?” He whispered, gazing into the darkness that would lead him to his room. “How could someone do this to another person?”

The X-7 Virus wasn’t what they had thought it was. It was something so much more. This is what happens when people try to play Goddess.

“Hi,” he whispered, opening the door. “What story would you like to hear tonight, Roy?”

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“Come on, Keita!” Shunsuke laughed. “You can run faster than that!”

Keita seriously wanted to throttle him. He was hot, sweaty, and his feet were killing him.

“And…time!” Naruse shouted, jumping up and down in excitement. “That was sweet, Honey!”

Keita fell to his knees, gasping for breath. He had just run twenty laps around the track. He wanted to roll over and die right there.

“You will so make the team now,” Shunsuke grinned with fangs. “Mr. Shindou won’t even let me. Hmm, I wonder why?”

Keita gasped out a mumbled reply and half and eye roll. He was so tired.

“Oh, Honey,” Naruse said, walking up to him while pinching his nose. “You need a bath.”

Keita looked up at him with flashing blue eyes with hints of silver striking out from the darkness. Thunder began to rumble over their heads and rain began to fall.

Naruse chuckled, waving his hands in defense. “I’m only kidding, Honey. You always smell sweeter than the rain to me.”

Shunsuke rolled his eyes at them. “Make the rain stop, Weatherman, and let’s go again.”

Lightning shattered the sky in violet radiance and Keita pounced on him. Naruse was clapping his hands, cheering his Honey on.

“Ah!” The blonde cried, ducking away with a cringe. “Shunsuke will feel that one later.”

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The King was holding his stomach. He was laughing so hard. “How did it happen again?”

Shunsuke plucked a feather from his left wing, causing the muscular angel to yelp in surprise. “Shut up!”

He had a bandaged wrapped around his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” Keita apologized for the tenth time, putting his chopsticks down. “I honesty don’t know what possessed me to head-butt you.”

The King snorted and then howled with laughter again. Shunsuke looked so damn adorable when injured. Abused guys are the sexiest.

“Honey?” Naruse grinned. “Would you like my cherry?”

Keita’s porcelain cheeks became pinker than rosebuds and he looked up from his cake. “What?”

Naruse was holding up a yummy looking cherry with his chopsticks. It was so red and it looked like it would be super tasty, too.

“Here,” Naruse smiled, telling him to open wide. “Now I can tell everyone you had my cherry.”

Keita gawked when Naruse suddenly collapsed onto the table with a grunt. The King and Shunsuke both looked just as surprised.

It was Kazuki and he looked pissed. He had simply punched the blonde in the back of his head.

“Kazuki?” Keita gasped.

“I can’t leave him alone for five minutes,” the lavender eyed stud hissed, sitting his tray down next to the unconscious blonde.

“I just remembered something that I shouldn’t have forgotten,” The King said, standing up and pulling Shunsuke up right along with him. “I have to do some paper work before Hide kicks my ass and Shunsuke has to deliver…something…to someone.”

Keita watched the King flap off with the other redhead who was snarling like a kitten. What in the world?

“Keita,” Kazuki smiled. He looked a little sad. “The temple Elder would like to see you.”

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“Why do you fight me?” That terrible voice asked. It was like razor sharp talons, tearing through screaming flesh, ripping out bones, snapping them between powerful jaws.

Empty eyes gazed upon the Queen of Demons. This was the Dark Sister of the Goddess herself.

Her beauty was terrible and twisted with insanity. She was the Goddess’s mirror image, only twisted with evil. Her skin was like the moon and her hair was like volcanic smoke. Each dark strand was like a hissing cobra and the tips were stained with a crimson glow.

“You are not one of hers!” She screamed, smacking him across the face with talons that were perpetually stained with blood. “You will renounce your Aunt and take me into yourself! In the beginning…THE WORLD WAS MINE!”

He lowered his eyes.

“Let me end your suffering,” she cooed just like a loving mother. “All you have to do is give up and give me your body.”

He turned his face away.

“Let me fill your body with my essence, Hiryoa,” she whispered like deadly shadows. “I will end your suffering. My sister abandoned you to stand between the light and the darkness. Even now I can hear your lover crying out your name…wanting you…missing you…grieving for you…”

His brown hair slid across his pained face. Oh, she had him now.

“How about this,” she said as she walked circles around the razor wire web he was trapped in. “You give me your body and after I bitch slap my sister into the center of the sun, causing a huge explosion…I give you the life you always wanted?”

He raised his eyes.

“You can trust me,” she smiled with deadly fangs that shimmered like icicles behind lips like glowing garnets. “A Goddess’s word is law. Once a promise is made, she is bound to keep it.”

“You will keep Jin and me safe?” He asked, cringing in pain. He had not spoken in so long. “And you will allow us to love each other in some place of our choosing?”

“I will do whatever you want,” she said, realizing she should have done this earlier. Promises were so much more persuasive than threats. “Just as long as you do what I want in the meantime.”

“Promise me,” he said.

She glared at him with glowing ruby eyes. They were like twin great red spots that howled on Jupiter.

“I give you my word,” she said, rolling her eyes as little twinkling bells echoed all around. “There, it’s done.”

He lowered his head. “…Fine.”

The Goddess of Darkness, Demons, and Death threw her head back with a victorious howl of laughter. She sunk her talons into his chest, causing him to scream in agony.

“I guess I forgot to mention,” she snickered, digging them around, forcing herself in deeper. “This is really going to hurt.”

His lips turned upwards into a smirk. “Pain is what fuels me…”

“Good,” she smiled, tearing through his ribcage. “Then you’re really going to be like that damn pink fuzzy bunny that keeps going and going and going…”

Her laughter mingled with his own until the voice was one and the same.

“Now,” she cackled, causing the web to melt off of her new vessel into a silver pool under her naked feet. “How the fuck do I get out of here?”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. Thank you all so much for your reviews.

Flora.