(A/N- One of my casual editors pointed out to me that this is similar to a book on here called Untouched. She can't remember the author, and she only realized it when I finished the story. I AM NOT STEALING THEIR WORK, OF ANYONE HAS AN ISSUE WITH THIS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW, AND ILL TAKE IT DOWN.)
For as long as Mitch could remember,
Death had always had a hand on his shoulder. It seemed like everything and anything that he touched died.
He killed numerous strangers by brushing against them- any exposed skin of his was deadly.
He killed his own parent, for God sake.
Scott was the opposite. His touch brought life. It had always been that way for him.
If he touched a dead flower, it would spring back to life. It was awkward at funerals, as being near the deceased person would bring them back to life.
Both of them worked for the government.
Mitch was used to threaten people being interrogated, to get rid of unsafe criminals, basically just to be the brite force for the government.
Scott brought witnesses back to life, helped to heal people, and ensured that all parts of the investigation ran smoothly.
They would be the perfect team- but there was a catch.
Neither of them knew the other existed.
Mitch
I had a lonely existence. Being around me would weaken someone severely, if not kill them. No part of my skin could be exposed, for the safety of others. I couldnt love or be physical with anyone.
I was alone.
"Grassi! Get in here!" An officer barked at me.
I sighed. They forced me to hurt people, something i never wanted to do.
Looking through the one way glass outside the cell, i saw a man in a prison uniform waiting. His head was bowed, showing he knew what was going to happen. Gods, he was aesthetically pleasing.
"Grassi! You done drooling at the prisoner?" The commander snapped.
I looked to him, my eyes sad.
"All due respect that you dont deserve, sir, but im being forced to kill people. I may be gay, but im still a human with a soul and all that jazz."
The commander (no one knew his name) looked shocked.
"I should have you killed for disobedience!" He yelled.
"Please do!" I yelled back at him, snapping. "Ive had enough of this bull§hit! I fuçking kill people on a daily basis, and ive had enough! I want it to be done!"
I sunk to the floor crying, my billowing black shirt and pants forming a puddle of darkness around me.
The people milling around in the hallway looked at me with pity.
I heard a few voices, and then the pounding sound of someone running towards me.
"Is he okay?!" A voice called out frantically.
"DONT TOUCH HIM!" The commander roared.
The hand that had been drawing close to me shrunk back.
I looked up, and gasped.
The man standing above me was... well... an angel. His short blonde hair was styled into a wave on his head, his skin was flawless, with a small amount of scruff evident, and his blue eyes were peircing. He was tall and broad. His outfit was the stark contrast to mine, being a dazzling white.
But that wasnt what shocked me. It was the glow around him- his aura.
Where everyome else that i had ever known had at least a small amount of black in their aura, his was pure white. The black represented death, and it was how i killed- enlarging it, until it kills the person. His didnt have death... he couldnt die.
"What is he?" We both said at the same time.
He stared at me intently.
I looked down at myself, seeing my pure black aura. It should mean that i was dead, but i couldnt die. This wasnt much of living, but i was alive.
My gloved hand reached out for him, and i noticed he did the same towards me, his large hand encased in a white glove.
"Grassi! Hoying! Do NOT make contact!" The commander barked, havong apparently pulled out of his confusion.
We looked in eachothers eyes, and towards the commander.
"Explain. Now."
Scott
I stared in awe at the man infront of me.
His dark brown hair was swept in a fringe, with the rest of his head shaved. His brown eyes were deep and lusterous. His skin was pale, yet perfect. His clothing covered every square inch of his skin, except for his face.
His aura... i had never seen anything like it. How was he alive?
"Okay. Hoying, Grassi. You are eachothers exact opposites. Ying and yang. Hoying is life. Grassi is death. You got it?" He asked.
I just stared at the boy.
Grassi... what a lovely name.
"Wait... does that mean..." the boy trailed off
I looked at him, trying to find an answer in his eyes.
"That means that i can touch him?" He whispered.
I was confused. Why wouldnt he be able to... and then it hit me.
Ying and yang
He had the touch of death. I had the touch of life.
"Only one way to find out..." i said, siipping my glove off.
The pulsating white aura surrounding my hand drew his attention.
"I dont want to hurt you," he whispered.
"You wont. I promise."
He looked into my eyes, and must have found truth, as he removed his own glove.
I gasped at the sight of the swirling black aura coating his skin.
"You better be right about this. I cant have the death of another beautiful guy on my shoulders." He muttered.
I made a snap decision, and pulled him against my chest by his hand. He looked up at me with a gasp, his mouth slightly open. I tilted my head towards him, and leaned down slightly to meet his lips.
It was a sensation like no other. The feeling rushing through me, our auras fighting for dominence.
"Guys... whats that around them?" A guy asked.
"It looks like that chinese symbol thingie! The Yang thing!" Another replied.
We looked, and fair enough, our auras had formed a ying yang around us.
I looked down to the boy, a smile playing on my mouth.
"Again?" I asked.
He pressed his lips against mine in reply.
(A/N- do we want a part two?)
