Questioned of Self

Chapter 1: Who was Kira?

Sleep never came back to Setsuna after he saw his most cherished friend die before him. It wasn't the thought that Kira was dead that haunted Setsuna but that his face will forever live on mocking and reminding him of that disheartening hour.

All was quiet in the damned haven of Hell, where the last of the Demonic Royal Blood Line awaits for her time to strike at Heaven. Setsuna blindly waltzes through the crumbling palace ground alone with only shadows occupying him. Other then his light foot falls and the sound of his hand dragging along the wall, nothing stirred in the night.

This was his daily ritual after he tossed and turned for hours at a time. The cursed incarnation of Angel Alexial would roam the hallways until there was nothing left to walk. Now Setsuna was reaching the garden courtyards, vacant and hollow. A grand fountain was heard from the center behind bushes of exotic flowers Setsuna had never seen before.

It's not my fault. Kira knew in someway he wasn't going to make it through out the war. Rosiel came out of nowhere and it was impossible to predict what was to come after… Setsuna sat on the fountain's edge as he tried to comfort himself by lying to himself. It wasn't my fault. The sentence circled around his head like a banner but no truth breathed from it. No matter how many times he thought and heard from other that there was no one to blame, Setsuna silently cursed himself on fault of his friend's death.

Unconscious that tears were falling from his clamped eyes, Setsuna dropped his body on the soft carpet of grass. He allowed the blades to painfully tickle him as they scratched his arms and face. It it's not my fault then why do I cry? His question would forever be left unanswered.

Setsuna continued weeping for the loss of Kira with an occasional gasp for air but he made sure to not let once groan of agony escape his mouth. Whenever he felt to release a scream he pushed it down forcefully with all his strength. Keeping his mourning at bay took a lot of strength out of him. After a few minuets, Setsuna felt weak and indifferent to the world. A cooling breeze blanked the scenery, giving Setsuna a frightinening chill. Since when was there wind in hell? He immediately rose from his dazed state and saw that a few yards away were the divine form of Kira, but really he was the embodiment of Lucifer.

"Are you crying?" Lucifer chuckled. "How pathetic." He wiped his head to the side for his black hair to uncover his flawless face. Dark eyes gazed back from Kira's familiar face but in some alien way it wasn't the same. Kira didn't move like this and neither did he look at Setsuna that way. This was Lucifer, the present occupant of Kira's body.

Setsuna felt fear and despair overcome him as he looked into the eyes of evil's most grotesque and exquisite form. But after a moment he held his spirit together and got on his feet.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He barked.

"I'm on my own agenda, not Rosiel's." Lucifer answered "So don't get the idea that I've come to fight."

"What do you want then?" Setsuna snapped. Hatred flooded Setsuna's from as quick as venom. He itched to squeeze the life of Lucifer out of Kira so that he would leave him alone.

"I demand for your help." Lucifer stated blankly.

"What?" The youth dropped his fists and stared at the dark angel with confusion. "Like hell will I help you!"

"You don't have to do much, I just—''

"I don't care what I have to do and how much I have to do! I'm not doing it! Get out of here, no one wants you and I won't help you." Lucifer glared at Setsuna.

"I've only come to ask a question. After you answer it then I will leave."

"No!"

"Stop making this difficult!" Lucifer hissed. "Just answer my question!"

"No!" Setsuna began to enjoy that he had power of the lord of hell.

"Answer my question dammit!" Setsuna sighed.

"If you will tell me the fucking question then maybe I will answer it." The angel threw Setsuna a look of disgust before adverting his eyes away from Setsuna.

"I just want to know something. It's been a constant itch since I came back and I can't find a way to stop it. I want to know…who was Kira?" Setsuna was taken aback at the question. Hearing the name come from Kira's own mouth didn't seem right. I t was like explaining to a ghost that they were dead.

"Get out of here before I wake the city." Setsuna gritted his teeth. Lucifer was surprised that he denied his simple question.

"You won't tell me?" He gasped.

"Why would you want to know anyway? He's dead now." Setsuna turned his back on the angel before he began walking out of the courtyard.

"Because it was what you called me when I first opened my eyes. It was the first thing I heard when I could again hear the world. He is the one I look at whenever I look at myself. And I don't know what Kira is! It's driving me mad! As your superior, tell me who he was!" He demanded but Setsuna felt no effect from his revealing power.

"Only if you ask nicely." Setsuna turned around to meet the angel's eyes. "Saw please." Lucifer was shocked at such a command.

"No."

"Say it"

"No! I will never lower myself to a begging state." God, he's arrogant as hell! Setsuna thought.

"Then you will never know the truth." And the youth began walking away again. He counted his steps and the seconds to see how long it would take before he heard Lucifer say the magic word. Lucifer hesitated but right before he was to answer he heard his name being summoned. Damn! He thought.

"We will continue this discussion again." He unfolded his four black wings before pushing himself off the ground and into the air where he was lost from sight. Setsuna turned around and saw nothing occupying the space where the angel stood except for a fluttering black feather, dancing its way to the ground.

Thank you so much for reading. I love A. S. and this is my first fan fic of it. How am I doing? REVIEW!