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So, it's late: In fact, it's very, very, very late. But hopefully this marks a fresh start, without anymore big breaks. Thanks to everyone for bearing with me for so long. I'm not 100% happy with this (as usual) but I'm trying to work back into doing what I enjoy. Please rate and comment.

Dran and Mist - Chapter Eleven

Seto Xakrious: To protect the most important thing... How far would you go?

The perfect sky was shot through with white, both sun and moon suspended at opposing ends of the skyline as clouds bridged the gulf of the heavens. Xak lay upon his back as he had for hours, hands behind his head, staring up into that deep blue, the rain falling upon him. He shifted his head, freeing an arm and reaching out, spreading his fingers about the sun as the shadows danced across his face. He pursed his lips as he relished these last few moments of peace, allowing a sigh to escape him as his arm fell limply onto his stomach. The man shifted his centre of balance, rocking back on the gravel strewn rooftop has he used the forwards momentum to propel him into a sitting posture. He reached to his side, the raindrops pearling against a small steel briefcase, their multi-coloured spectrums streaking across its silver surface. He opened it, a series of vials revealed to him, set into the padding of the case itself; a small paper tag indicating a future date for each of them. He closed his eyes, and the case along with them, pulling himself to his feet. Xak stood at the edge of the abyss. "I'm sorry... Ren..." He swung his arm, his fingers slipping from the handle of the baggage. The serum that preserved balance between his human and bio-angel sides plummeting many stories downwards and into the small park at the facilities base. There was no accompanying crash. A feeling of profound relief washed over him, the man finally content now that he had made his choice. "But, this is the path that I have chosen." He declared it.

He remained there, staring off into infinity as his resolve cast itself in steel. A sound pulled the man out of his stupor, a door opening behind him as someone joined him on the lonely rooftop. Alder seemed oddly calm given her prior state, her previously dishevelled appearance drawn back into its usual curt dignity. Her eyes betrayed her though, they remained wild as they burnt holes into his back. "You knew what he was. Didn't you?"

"For a long time." He remained facing away.

"Why? Why didn't either of you ever tell-" Her voice quavered slightly, the woman struggling to hold it together as she came closer. Each footstep came with a dull crunch on the gravel. He tensed.

"Would it have made you any happier?" Xak finally turned, "You sacrificed your heart to Lance: But he has a different life waiting for him in that world... I couldn't bear to take away your hope and have you feel as you do now." He was sincere. "I have been foolish."

"Jason... Jase..." She paused before him, "You BASTARD!" Alder pulled back, putting all of her strength into slapping him, the strike resonating through her arm as he staggered away from the edge. "You let me chase after him for all of this time - and you KNEW?"

Xak reached up, feeling his cheek as he attempted to stand straight once again, "Alder, I-"

"Where is he?"

"I don't know." He winced as she took another step forwards, "He never told me anything about where he was from or why he was here."

Alder rose her arm once more, catching his eyes for one final moment before allowing it to go limp. She turned and fled, the door slamming behind her as she left Xak amid the ceaseless rain once more. He closed his eyes. "He only said that he could never go back."

The was silence for only a few minutes before the sounds of a fight reached his ears. Gunshots eclipsed by the roar of a gate powering up, the sound audible even up here. It rose in volume, the suns light finally eclipsed by the horizon at the moment that he felt his friends presence fade away. As he had predicted, Alder had followed Lance. He blew out a sigh, unable to resist allowing a smile to cross his fate as he remembered her drive back in the old days. The days when the four of them had been a team. The days that were gone forever. His grin faded away as swiftly as it had come.

The door opened once more, its creak forcing him to turn. A man stood in the half darkness, his black suit fading out against the night backdrop. His hair was long and white, pulled together in a neat pony tail as he stared into Xak's eyes. The same eyes as his own. "It is time that we talked... My son..."

*****

His eyes were shut. The renamon standing silent, his breaths slow and controlled as he concentrated. His right arm crossed his hips, his eyelids slowly lifting as his fingers closed about the weapons hilt. His vision remained shrouded in darkness, the black clearing as his eyes widened. He drew his blade in a single slow motion, slashing a perfect horizontal as he grit his teeth. His arm shifted, wrist twisting as Joyeuse descended, the weapons own weight adding momentum as he heaved it in an upwards diagonal. His feet danced an intricate pattern upon the wooden floor, his movements unceasing as he controlled the force behind his blows. He span, his tail whipping out as he anchored his leg. The attack was perfect, the weapon slicing overhead, the edge singing as it cut the air and slashed into the ceiling. The weapon stuck, Haze standing confused for a few moments before pulling it loose and dropping to his knees, gasping for air. Hours had passed since he had left Mist to her tamer and he had not wasted them. Training, to order his thoughts more than become stronger as his goal, and still those whispers assailed him as the gold and purple sword in his paw shed its dim light. The room was not large: Rows or bunks with a small space at the places end at which he was standing; after all, this was a research facility, and not a base. Sweat poured from him, and his legs were of lead. He pulled himself upwards, using his weapon as a crutch before falling on his back onto the nearest bed. "I... Really Can't do it.... Can I?" his off hand closed over the center of his chest, "I... Can't become strong enough... To protect..." His eyes opened and his eyebrows raised. "Protect... Trine?" He groaned *I was really going to say that?*

*And why not? The reason why your time with her is so special... Is it love?* A voice tickled the back of his mind, the renamon simply accepting it in his fatigued state.

"Love...?" Haze closed his eyes, "Even if it was, what am I? I am weak without the power of this sword. Of Light Joyeuse."

*You must believe in your own power.*

"Now that's just cliché..." He stifled a chuckle.

He felt that familiar warmth between his fingers, summing the strength to raise his weapon from his side, holding it up and staring into his reflection on the blades flat. His eyes met his own, *Regardless, what of her feelings for you? Have you taken them into account? Or are you too busy lying here talking to yourself?*

He lost the strength in his arm, the flat side of the weapon resting against his forehead, "I'll talk to her... Tell her how I feel..." He yawned, pulling Joyeuse from his head and allowing it to rest beside him, "I just need... A few... Minutes." He was snoring within moments.

His hand was still closed about the weapon, *I sense... Dark Rose...*

-

Haze stared into the doorway, the wooden obelisk more of a mental obstacle that a physical one. His hand rose, trembling, nudging against the surface too softly to make a sound. He slumped and sighed, "Why am I so nervous...?" He closed his eyes, attempting to clear his mind as his fist rose once again. Regardless of his state of enhanced awareness, such a focus on his goal had confounded his keen sense of smell, the sound of his heart beating its metronome drowning out an unceasing dull buzz. He gulped, finally knocking at the door. It was pushed open with his first strike, the failure of a lock unsurprising to the renamon. Within, he could see only darkness, the fox edging through the gap and closing the door behind himself. He fumbled blindly against the wall, searching franticly for the switch as a bead of sweat ran down his cheek. *But... Mist said that she was in Dran's rooms...* A high pitched noise rang out, Haze instinctively reaching to his belt, overwhelmingly conscious of his weapons absence. He turned slowly as his eyes became accustomed to the gloom. "Oh... My... God..."

Trine was lying there, leaning back against the headboard in her gatomon form. The sheets, the duvets, even the mattress were all torn and shredded about her in a maelstrom of feathers and fabric as she shuffled back within it. That long rose coloured ribbon that she teased him with so often now bound her instead, twisting about her whole body: It wrapped about her arms, binding them firmly at her back along with her tail; the material slipped over her stomach coursing lower as is locked her shins and thighs immovably against one another. She was free only to shift awkwardly on her back as she was barely able to move, ball gagged and free only to groan as she was displayed to the world. That buzzing sound permeated Haze's head, the bottom of a small vibrator just visible, embedded within the moaning felines cunt. Her lower half was drenched in her own fluids, the surrounding bedding drenched as each of her movements ground the fabric against her, stimulating her lower lips as yet another orgasm unleashed a torrent of liquid from her. Drool was leaking about the gag, a blush clear across her face as she tried to look away in embarrassment.

Haze froze, gaping like a fish for a few moments of stillness that seemed to stretch into infinity. He tried to remember, he had come in here to share something important with her... But what was it? Another groan wrenched him from his stupor, his reason beginning to desert him as a thin veil of lusts crimson began to engulf his consciousness. He moved forwards, placing his paws onto the edge off the large bed before pulling himself up, his tail swinging from side to side as he crawled closer and closer. Trine tried futilely to struggle away, yet it was a mere act to fuel her own fantasies, a cry tearing itself through the gag as her teeth ground against the leather. The renamon paused, his head lifting slightly as he sniffed the air, his acute fox sense delighting in the combination of sweat and cum, the heat spurring him on. His paws gripped her thighs, squeezing and trailing together as his thumb claws brushed against the damp. Her fur was slick with fluid, more trickling forth in anticipation as his head bowed down. She must have been there for hours.

His tongue extended, his mouth slowly coming closer as he delivered a single tentative lick over her mound, the motion brushing against the vibrator, forcing its position to shift within her. The cats eyes widened, a frustrated tear soaked up by the pillows as he licked once again. He came closer, his lips sealing about her clit for a few moments before he planted a kiss against her snatch. She was trying so desperately not to make a noise, fighting the impulse to scream out as the beginnings of another orgasm coursed through her, the renamon grunting as his teeth gripped her vibe, shifting it up and down as his cold nose teased her clit. Trine couldn't hold it back, a high pitched whine finding its way around the gag as her bound body convulsed within its restrictions. Haze remained there, continuing to suck and lick as his chin dripped with cum, taking pride in each of her orgasms as he heard and felt each of them wash over her. He had no idea how long that he had been there tending to her, no sense of how desensitised that she must have become, only finding pleasure in her own as a thin string of pre linked his own cock to the mattress.

He grabbed her leg, disengaging his head before pulling her down beneath him. She was still moaning, her eyes partially glazed over, that blush remaining as he unclipped and removed the gag. She was gasping for air, breathing heavily and calling out in that brief moment of disengagement. His command was simple, "Suck it." He lowered himself, slowly, the gatomon unable to lean up because of her bonds, her tongue just managing to lap against the head as it came closer. As the distance was reduced, her lips sealed about it, taking more and more of it down into her throat as he forced himself onto her. She struggled to suck in air, yet in this state it was clear that he wouldn't last long, just a few thrusts taking him over the edge as she prepared to drink down his seed. Haze however had other plans, withdrawing just in time to spray his essence over her small body, his glistening tool firing thick ribbons of renamon cum onto her fur.

Even this was not enough, having been given virtually blue balls from such a quantity of foreplay, the fox was far from done. His hand closed about her throat, pulling her up the bed once more, Trine finding it impossible to fight against his movements. Her attention was beginning to waver, both of their bodies drenched in sweat and cum, the cats gaze focusing upon Haze's engorged member, the knot already fully formed. Saliva dripped from his mouth, his canine side finding a more pure manifestation as it dripped onto her cheek. His hands were about her legs once more, spreading her as much as he could as some sense returned to her, "No... Not in this form... Too big... Ahhh!" The vibrator was pulled from her, the renamon licking its ribbed surface clean before depositing it into her ass.

His cock brushed against her, the tip teasing against her entrance as that red crossed her face once more, "Haze... It won't fit..." His eyes were glazed, the man no longer capable of conscious thought as he leaned solely on instinct, on his desire to slake the lust that she always induced in him. He slammed forwards in a single brutal motion, sliding in all the way to the knot as the cat screamed out in pain. His single thrust forced some of the pent up fluid from her, the mass of lubrication allowing him to move in the incredible tightness. He pulled out, all the way to the head before continuing his pounding, blood and cum streaming from her. Trine was crying out with each thrust, tears flowing freely as this immense pain clouded her senses. Yet, slowly it was beginning to fade, her hips straining to thrust back as it was replaced by pleasure more intense than she had ever known. Haze had sped up, slamming rapidly, his knot pushing itself futilely against her twat with each motion, trying desperately to force itself inside. The renamon grit his teeth, lifting her from the bed before body slamming her against the mattress, his knot forcing its way into her as she let loose a bloody scream. He felt the barrier broken as he forced his way into her womb, painting it was his second and much larger cumshot as she quivered against him in a final ecstatic orgasm. Her eyes were closed, breathing slowed, the gatomon clearly asleep as he collapsed on top of her. His strength was waning as black ebbed at his vision, his last will and effort rolling himself onto his back as she lay tied above him.

A small sheet of paper fell from the edge of the bed, somehow immovable during their entire romp, now opening along its fold to display the words within.

"My gift to you, Haze... And thanks to Dran for helping me tie up." - Trine -

*****

The moon remained full, a silver white beacon amongst the sea of stars. A wind stirred, coursing through the city, channelled through the streets and over the river, making the trees of the park sway and rustle. From their branches, most of the skyscape was blocked by the dark shadows of the leaves, yet that perfect moon remained visible, shedding its luminescence silently. He was there, sat in the tree and illuminated in that delicate moonlight, staring up into the sky and dreaming of a life that he could never have. Something was curled up in his lap, a viximon lying back against her tamer, the heavens reflected in her eyes as she looked up at him. His jeans were dirtier than before, his hoody torn in more than one place and bruises finding place on his cheek. His clothes covered more injuries. The kids gaze trailed downwards, fixed upon the distant orphanage as he grit his teeth, the creature in his lap shuffling up against him in the cold. The branch above him shuffled, Dran tensing as someone dropped down from above to sit behind him. A familiar voice reached his ears, "Here again, huh?"

Dran closed his eyes, somehow soothed by his brothers voice as the viximon shuffled inside his hoody, looking out over the zip. "Hiro... Leave us be."

A hand closed about his shoulder, "Why do you never fight back? Why don't you ever tell me what's going on?" He sighed, "What the other kids are doing, they should be punished."

The kid shook his head, placing a hand over his chest and pressing down onto a bruise, "No... This pain is the price that I pay for them to belong." He shrugged off the hand, "Being a common enemy helps to bring people together... Even if, I'm hated, I can be-" He fell back, grabbing hold of the branch as a slap from his brother knocked him back.

"Get a grip, Dran!" Hiro slammed his fist into his open palm, "Dammit, I'm so angry I can't even express myself!" He cried out with frustration, "I'm your big brother - I should be looking out for you!"

"Hiro... I-" He was cut off once more.

"That's enough." He had calmed down, staring into the eyes of his younger brother, "We're all that we've got Dran... Just you and me, us against everyone else." He smiled, "If there's a price to pay, we'll pay it together. As one. As brothers should." He reached out, offering his hand, "Deal?"

Dran was silent for a few moments, the digimon looking up at him quizzically, "Brother..." A tear escaped his eye before he grabbed the hand, pulling himself along the branch and engaging him in a hug, pinning viximon between them, "Deal."

Mist leaned against the fence, watching the scene unfold from a distance, Dran standing beside her, "See? I told you that... Dran?"

The man's eyes were glazed over as he stared at them, his body swaying slightly as if he were caught within some sort of trance. "Hi.............Ro............" He fell to the ground, clutching at his head as he fainted.

The renamon dropped to his side in a single motion, placing a paw behind his head as he fell. A shadow crossed over him, the moons light broken for a brief second. She looked up and placed a hand over her heart. "This... Cannot be!"

*****

Dalmia allowed the book to fall shut in her hands, closing her eyes for a few moments as she repeated its final lines, "Wings of black and white shall spread the sky, and the fate of all shall be decided by two. At the end of all things." Above her, the sky was blacked out by the wings of Bio-Angels innumerable.

~ Heliotrope ~

Thanks for reading. Hopefully it was worth the wait... But probably not - I couldn't get it exactly like I wanted but tried my best. Cheers anyway though. If you can, please rate and review. Cheers.