These Dying Desires

Chapter 2- Hikaru Konane

This light...this indescribable light...it surrounds us. Yet we reject it. We shut it out every night, turning off every beautiful light in our houses, we shut out the sun with curtains during the days...why do we reject the twinkling lights which God has bestowed upon us? Humanity seems to hate the light.

Darkness; the opposite of the thing I love. It fills the people around me frequently, pulling a new side of the out that I had never seen before. How odd. Darkness can shape people in strange, disgusting ways, yet the light can barely change a person's mind. Being raised in the light, my mind has never been altered by darkness, but those who come to light after a lifetime of darkness are stuck in their ways. And those raised in the darkness never change, but those raised in the light, most times, will be altered by the grotesque darkness.

So how am I different?

Chapter Two- Hikaru Konane

Crimson...Crimson... Why does my mind keep traveling to his angering name? I sighed, frustrated, and returned to reading my book. That...that werewolf... he is not even worthy of thinking about. I stood once again to leave my boring apartment and go out somewhere that I could relax, and somewhere that Crimson could escape my mind. Actually, when I thought about it, I couldn't really remember why I hated him. I just did. It was probably an instinct of mine. My kind was meant to hate his kind, and that is plainly how it is. I was not going to interfere with him again.

Hikaru, get your mind off of him! I stomped out of my apartment angrily and found my chevy siting on the road outside the building, just where I had left it. Rain slowly started drizzling from the dreary sky, making me want to scream. I hated the wet, cold season this state would bring; I started my truck and sped quickly off.

My phone rang. Just my luck.

"Hello, Hikaru Konane speaking," I brightly chirped, though it wasn't sincere.

"Ah, so you are descendant of the Fallen Angels. I figured that was the reason you were so angry at me, I mean, it was nothing to be so furious about," Crimson's voice boomed through the phone. I shivered, then sighed.

"How did you get my number, Crim?" I growled.

"Whoa, whoa. I didn't know we were moving onto nicknames already, Hika!" He laughed. "Denim Harding seems to be a deeper person that he seems to be. He contains a lot of information..."

"Denim is not a guy. That is beyond obvious."

He laughed louder this time, "Have you checked? For all we know, he could be neither."

It would seem that way, wouldn't it? a voice whispered in my head. I shivered again, knowing Denim was close. She wasn't exactly human either; I could tell that much.

"Well, why don't we ask her? I think she's hiding in my car somewhere."

"How could he be in your car?" Crimson asked.

Denim was suddenly sitting next to me in the passenger seat, buckled, and smiling. "To be honest, I'm neither. I'm a ghost, and we don't have genders. Though, when I was alive, I had been a transsexual. I was originally a girl," She giggled. So she was technically a girl, when you think about it.

"Meet me in the school parking lot. I think we're going to have to talk for a bit," Crimson finally said. I mentally screamed at myself, but I had to say yes. What had come over me? Why do I keep saying yes to him? I scolded myself.

There he was; of course, he had added a leather jacket to his laid-back punk look. He had a nice vehicle, but I was particularly interested in knowing cars, so we'll just leave it as "nice." He was leaned up against that nice vehicle with a black umbrella just waiting patiently for me to arrive. Denim got out of my truck and bounced next to me, her black hair flipping around. I kind of admired her in an odd way; she has a lovely aura to her that is slightly attractive (which I can say because she isn't really a girl or a guy). We gripped hands for whatever reason and walked over to the devil-child that was radiating darkness.