Disclaimer: Trinity Blood and its characters do not belong to me. May Sunao Yoshida rest in peace.

Hello! Yes, I'm a rookie at submitting fanfics, in fact, this is the first time I've submitted one, though I have written stories before. Oh God, I don't know what to do. I'm obsessed with Cain and Abel! Okay, never mind my blubbing, onto the story!:)

Silver and Blonde

Chapter 1: Owari no Hajimari

(The Beginning of the End)

Prologue

An empty street void of the soft footfalls of people who once used to dwell within the vicinity became a medium that bore the trail of blood. The tall, graceful pillars adorned with an architecture long forgotten became witness to one who bled on the same road. Somewhere behind the large stone slabs that used to be the foundation of a mansion, a young man with golden hair hissed in pain. He looked up to the sky, and found himself lost in a dark blue sea spangled with silver.

Silver, he thought to himself vaguely. He gave a brittle laugh. His right hand clutched at his left arm. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the blood flowing out from a deep gash in his left shoulder. The gash was long, stretching all the way from his clavicle to his wrist on his left arm. The young man gave a sigh. He straightened himself, which was a task fairly difficult, considering his position. Ironically enough, he sat in a pool of his own blood. His torn white outfit was bathed in a bright, crimson red. He shut his eyes and issued a mental command to his body. He felt a gush of activity rush through him for a moment, before he felt aware of the changes that had occurred within his own flesh. When he opened his eyes, a red light shone out from the irises. The blood that pooled around him was now drawn slowly into the open wound. He brought his left arm close to his mouth with much difficulty and started to lick the gaping wound. As his tongue made contact with his skin, he could feel the dead cells in his skin slowly being replaced by new cells, and his wound underwent a sluggish recovery. This was how it was, being injured by another of his own kind. Attacks from others left no effect on him whatsoever. But this time was different. He had attacked. The eyes that shone red suddenly dimmed in the reddish glow, and were replaced by clear, blue eyes. They were same eyes of his attacker.

"Abel," the young man whispered to the wind.

During Armageddon

Alliance Aerospace Navy Battleship

"Move them away!" a commanding voice rang through the air.

"Yes, Commander Nightlord," came the obedient replies of the people in the control room. Buttons were pressed and vocal commands were issued to those in the front line of the military. Abel watched through the transparent screen with undivided attention. He watched as the large airships were moved away. He could feel the stares of those in charge of giving orders all directed to his face. Abel counted silently in his head. One, two, three.

An explosion was heard. The room echoed with gasps and horrified exclamations. Abel could not help letting a smirk cross his features. Most of the Methuselah had already stood up, wishing that they could see what had happened beyond the cloud of ash and dust. After moments of rapid heartbeats, the cloud suddenly cleared away, and revealed that the front-attacking airships were still present. The Methuselah unashamedly cheered in the control room. Most of them looked at Abel, with expressions of gratitude etched on their faces. They had wondered how the commander that overlooked the scene could have anticipated that the Terrans would have aimed for the airships when their focus appeared to be centred on the large tanks, which had been firing on the Terran hovercrafts non-stop.

Abel moved away from the screen. He had seen enough of the battle. By all means, he wished that he did not have the obligation to be present for the battle. Yet, to think of what they had done to him, together with his siblings… Ugly. Abel's fist curled as the word formed in his mind. He had the urge to suddenly push the buttons that lead to mass destruction, and he could feel the joy creeping up to his heart and blossoming as he saw the flames rain from the sky with blood spattering on the earth.

"Enough," he whispered to himself. He found that his feet had brought him to a door that lead to a room allocated for those who possessed high ranks aboard the battleship. Though there were no marks indicating the occupants of the room, Abel could already feel their presences. As the door slid open at the command of his voice, Abel found himself face-to-face with the only person who possessed the same eyes as he did.

Cain looked up from his tedious writing, and a bright smile lit up his face when he saw who lazily leaned against the doorframe.

"Abel!" he cried.

He ran over to the young man and embraced him warmly. Cain felt a sense of security as a pair of warm arms slid around his waist to hold him close. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of the silver strands of moonlight. They both stood there for a few moments, before Abel pulled away and looked into Cain's eyes. Cain could see horrific visions of explosions, and hear the agonising screams that had been supposedly been prevented from reaching earshot by the thick glass screen of the battleship. Yet, Abel had experienced it all. He had felt every death as though he had been the one who wielded the sword, and as if he had heard their death wishes and see the moment when the light of life left their eyes. Cain gave a sigh, and looked at Abel's face. The face that was beautiful beyond all reckoning yet carried such a touch of melancholy and sorrow that the beauty it beheld was almost painful for one to see. Cain's fingers came up to Abel's cheek and he touched the prominent cheekbone of his twin's face.

"Why, Abel? Why do you do this to yourself?" he asked in a whisper. Abel looked into those blue eyes that mirrored the bright sky, and smiled.

"I do it, in order to save you from doing so," he whispered back to Cain. A gasp came out from Cain's mouth. He stepped away from Abel and scrutinised the floor. Was it his fault? Cain knew from the start of his existence that he was the born leader, and he would be the one to carry all the burdens and come to the aid of his siblings. If that was so, then why did he seclude himself from battle and instead volunteer to calculate the statistics and perform diagnosis? Cain stole a look at Abel who had averted his eyes from Cain and now looked at the smooth, white walls of the room. Cain saw his own guilty face in the shiny surface. Then again, it was Abel who had requested to take over the matters that involved bloodshed and destruction. Cain felt himself being washed away by the current of time, and came back to the moment when they first had been elected as commanders.

Cain was facing his first experience in witnessing the onslaught of a battle, and his face had paled so vividly that it almost became the same shade as Abel's hair. Fortunately, only Abel had been a witness to this. Once they were out of earshot, Cain had melted into Abel's embrace, and Abel had stroked one golden lock, which fell over his smooth forehead.

"Cain, let me do it. I can do it," Abel had pleaded. Cain had been covered in Abel's warmth, and their proximity made it all the more possible for Cain to hear the soft thumping sound that came from Abel's heart. "Don't force yourself," Abel had added, and the kiss they shared had been almost bitter as the tears that flowed down from their cheeks.

"Abel." The person who Cain addressed immediately after his mind came back to the present time, turned to face him squarely in the face. They looked at each other. They stood a distance apart, two tall, slimly built figures with so many uncanny similarities in their physique and demeanour that it was almost impossible to believe that they both were two separate beings that came into existence at different points of time. If not for the difference of colour of the long hair they shared, they would have been mirror images of each other. When Abel gazed at Cain, he sensed a hardness that was now present in his twin's perfect features. Cain seemed to have changed in that very moment, and his back was slightly straighter than before, and he held his head in a way that made people ponder if it was arrogance or superiority he held in his stance. Cain strode over to Abel and leaned his forehead against Abel's. Their hands were now cradling each other's faces, seeking the information stored away within the blue depths.

"Don't sacrifice yourself for me," Cain said firmly. Just as Abel was about to protest, Cain silenced him with a kiss. Abel pulled away wilfully; wanting to get a word in but Cain quickly prevented his actions. "I need you. Live for me," Cain's breath came very softly on Abel's cheek. Moments passed, but they remained in their original positions, bodies nearly touching, hands now entangled in the silken strands of silver and blond.

The door slid open. A young girl around the age of nine bounced into the room, a spring evident in her step. The two young men before her slowly moved apart. The girl looked from the silver-haired one to the blond. For some time, she said nothing, her expression unreadable. Then, a smile appeared on her face out of nowhere, and she seemed to dismiss the previous situation she had seen.

"Abel-niisan," she said cheekily, her grin directed to Abel, who laughed at the young girl. Her previously strange expression had disappeared as though it had never been written on her face, and a young schoolgirl attitude had taken over her. She ran over and hugged Abel around the waist, and then hugged Cain around his waist. Cain smiled brightly down at her, and her eyes shone a deep, dark green as she looked at both of them.

"Seth," Abel murmured softly, his eyes now as bright as hers. No one could resist the charms of the youngest of the three siblings. Her smile could brighten up a whole room, just as it had for all the times they had been together.

"What brings you here, dear sister?" Cain asked, his hands on his hips. Seth pouted at him.

"I just wanted to check up on the both of you. I've just been training the Methuselahs in the training room," Seth explained. She ran a hand through her short, cropped hair.

"How are the assassins?" Abel asked. Cain looked at him for a second, and Abel's tone played again in his head. He had to take on that particular tone, the tone that commanded subservience.

"They are good," Seth had been saying. "But they've seriously got to improve if they're thinking of battling the Vatican," she added. Abel's expression was hopeful. Then, Cain spoke.

"The Vatican uses androids, senseless mechanical beings that can't even spark up a single thought that our minds can. And yet, they're still impenetrable?" Cain asked in a tone that had a slight tinge of sarcasm. Seth appeared stung at this remark.

"Cain!" she cried out indignantly, although she still maintained her smile. Abel could not help but chuckle. Cain found it very hard to smile, though. "We want a perfect execution, with no possibilities of failure. Of course, it takes time," Seth convinced him. Cain absent-mindedly tossed a lock of golden hair that covered his left eye so that it rested on his left shoulder. Just as Cain was about to think of a retort, a voice interrupted them from above.

"Augusta Vradica, kindly proceed to the training room at this present moment. Augusta Vradica, kindly-"

"Augusta Vradica?" Abel asked, astonished. Cain could not help smirking as a blush fought its way up to the young girl's cheeks. She stared at the floor for a moment before glaring heatedly at both of the men.

"Unlike the both of you, I am stuck in this figure!" Seth whined. She pirouetted before them as a sour expression came onto her mouth. Abel smiled openly. However much Seth tried, she still remained in the body of a young girl, and had not aged since the last two centuries, dating back to when Armageddon had started. Cain and Abel too had not changed physically, and both of them looked like they had recently ended their teenage years.

"Do you think people would actually believe me if I claimed to be Seth Nightlord, member of the Mars Colonisation Project, and Crusnik 03?" she asked of both of them. Neither of them moved as Seth rambled on. "They'll laugh and jeer!" she shouted as she made her way to the door. As the door slid open, they could still hear her saying faintly, "Fancy being a Crusnik when this is all you have." Just as the shadow of her figure grew shorter and shorter, it suddenly disappeared and Seth was peering into the room once more. She smiled at them widely, revealing her pearly white teeth.

"Did I mention that we've got to go up to the Air Station for our nanomachines to be checked-up?" she posed the question. Abel shook his head at her while Cain looked away, a clouded expression on his face.

"Yay, we'll see Lilith-kaasan again!" Seth sang as she skipped off to the Training Room. When the door slid back into its closed position, Abel turned his attention to Cain. The blond felt Abel's eyes on him and immediately forced a smile on his face.

Okay, how did I do? -bites on bottom lip nervously- I'm keeping an open mind and I'll welcome any type of criticism:) Love it? Hate it? I'll hear you out :D