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shiegra ([info]shiegra) wrote in [info]no_true_pair,
@ 2008-06-29 11:54:00

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Entry tags:! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: shiegra, fandom: d.gray-man, pairing: fou/rinali

D.Grayman, Rinali/Fou
Title: Sky High
Author/Artist: [info]shiegra
Fandom: D.Grayman
Pairing/characters: Rinali, Fou
Rating: PG13
Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Rinali and Fou: it's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine



The first Akuma falls, the second. The Boots live around her thighs, singing with the harsh light of battle, and she soars. Below her—no, beside her, gone light and curiously angled with bird-bones and fanning batlike wings—Fou grins carnivorously, her whole body one leaning blade of anticipation.

She's almost laughing, through the brilliant taste of copper in the back of her throat. She's moving with the wind--they can't catch her, she kills a new one with each heartbeat, the air whipping at her heels like a tame tiger, its snarl tearing and catching in her ears. She pauses in the air by Fou like a dragonfly, sees the other's grin show sharp and predatorily congratulatory, smiled back.

Human morality has always been stripped away by war, robbed of logic and justification and endless excuses. Here, in the sky, she doesn’t know if she’ll survive this fight. She doesn’t know if she’ll ever see a sky blue and unchoked by enemies again, and through the hot flare of blood on her tongue and the deafening snarl of her conquered storm winds, she feels heat flare deep inside and spread to her fingertips.

She rises in a dance of death, and all she feels is jubilation.



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