FORBIDDENSHIPPING RP

There was a strange silence, as the Underground's twin doors opened up slowly. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and the music seemed to get quieter, as the ravers put down their ribbons and glow sticks to see who was entering at this hour. For the Underground, often called 'Oblivion' for it's horrendous crimes and dirty acts, there were only a few people that would come in this late. And there was one in particular, called 'The King', who just so happened to emerge from the shadows of the night, and into plain view for them all to see.

Everywhere around, eyes slowly turned away, and gazes lowered out of respect for this dangerous individual. How dangerous he was, none of them knew, how insane he was, people only suspected. Rumor had it, that he once had several companions, that were now lost to Time itself, after the shit with the lab went down and everyone was transformed into monsters... Supposedly they were all dead, but one, and no one really knew much about the one that was still breathing.

No one really knew about anyone, but yet, they were all there in this place, for the same reasons. To party, to get laid, to forget their shit lives on the surface, whatever. But for the King, he was just the to relax, make his usual rounds, and hopefully not cross paths with the wrong fuck, otherwise he'd probably break every last bone in their bodies. The rows of people parted, and everyone watched the Wolfish fiend head to the bar counter. Immediately the barkeep gave him the "usual" - a spiked drink, with plenty of drugs all in one shot. The music slowly went back up, and the bloodshot eyes of the King slowly turned towards the ravers, that went back to entertaining their huge crowds. No one said a thing to the King, because everyone knew better. Heh, if only they knew, that his heart... black and tarry as it was, beat with a very profound substance, that could be used to dismember everyone there...

Already in the place where partiers gathered, was a boy, one who had been there maybe once or twice, and nobody knew him as he walked around. And he didn't know any of them, Ryou simply just wandered around, wondering why the he had even come here in the first place. Other than the fact that he could walk around without his contact lenses, because people would just assume he was already wearing some. Anyways, he sat near the back of the club like place, the glowing gel from glow sticks leaking and spread through out his normally white hair, which also happened to reflect colors off of the flashing lights, looking to the front when the one who everyone knew a the king walked in. Of course Ryou knew he was, even though he had only been there a few times, the other was talked about.

Raising his own drink, which was a glass of energy drinks mixed with various types of, whatever the hell the barkeep put in it, and sipped, just watching the king. innocently watching him, his head tilted to one side not making a single noise, or even getting up do dance. While most avoided looking at him, for fear, this boy didn't feel any, he just felt like he needed to.... investigate him, because it sounded better than stalking. Eventually, he did stand, and only moved in a line of sight, that in which the other where to look that way, only then would Ryou be spotted. Though honestly, with how good a mood he was in, and florescent lights near by where about twice as bright as anywhere else in the room, which earned him lots of looks.

Ryou wanted to know who this king person was, he wanted to...I guess you could say, serve him. But he would never approach him, he felt to, unworthy.

The King scratched the top of his head. The night was clear, and the people moving around in the vibrant lighting seemed to amuse him. With a somewhat defeated sigh he happened to look over, and catch the glance of a rather strange smaller boy. His weird blue eyes slowly started to light up, and so he slapped himself in the eyes, closing them obviously, cursing under his breath and waiting for them to go back to normal again. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his hands, making sure the glare wasn't on his skin. When he was sure that his eyes were relaxed and normal again, he turned back to the mysterious kid.

He felt like he knew him from somewhere. But where would he have known him from? Melvin frowned and looked away, then to his shot glass, which was full again thanks to the barkeep. Sighing, he downed the shot, then thought hard about where that kid had come from. His memories were complete shit, after the accident with is companions... he found it hard to remember - he almost didn't want to remember. It was too damned painful, hence the constant drinking, and insane drug use. He couldn't deal with the fact he'd lost them...

Melvin's eyes seemed to glow as he met the eyes of the other, lost in a daze, he had no fucking idea he was even staring at the boy. His mind whirred about and his head was practically spinning, as his eyes glowed and radiated with life. Thankfully, the ravers were distributing so much light as it was, that his eyes almost went unnoticed.

"Hey, 'Cuse me King, you know that lad over there, eh?" The barkeep asked, taking up a towel as he shined a few of the glasses.

The King's eyes blinked and snapped open, the color receding. "Uh, no I don't think so, who is he?"

"Just another kid wandering here for no reason I think Sire, you want me to collect him for you, or is it just an interest?" He wondered casually. He knew the King since they had worked the bar Day One.

Mel shook his head slightly. "I...I'm not sure..." His words seemed to dift off, as the drunkenness and medication that he wasn't supposed to be ingesting, hit him hard in the face.

Noticing that the king was staring back at him, he figured he should have looked away, looked away in fear, in respect in whatever people look away for. But he didn't. He kept looking back, kept staring, kept wanting to go over and bow before the other, to serve him. But those thoughts, they were weird. Why was he thinking this way over a total strangers, it usually took about half an hours worth of talking for him to become all submissive and shit over somebody. He blinked softly, head tilted to one side still, own eyes strange even without trying to be, he thought to himself. Maybe he knew the person from when he was little, perhaps a friends of his parents? Though he didn't look that old, and it wouldn't matter anyways since the teens memory started to fade after going back about a year and a half, probably less, so it wasn't like he would remember him in any way shape or form.

He hated his memories, hate not being able to remember. Not remembering where you came from, who birthed you or why the hell you were even put on a fucking planet, it hurts, and it only annoyed the small boy. just thinking about it then seemed to dampen his good mood slightly, the lights dimming around him, any shadows against the wall he was on seeming to consume them or conceal them almost, though it was very noticeable, so Ryou didn't really pay any mind to it. One two, One one two, he counted the beats unconsciously as he watched the other, his mind blanking out and he seemed to just disappear, forgetting about his own drink.

"Hey...Hey kid!" A voice from above Ryous head came "Kid are you listening to me!? You're in the way of getting to the bar." He sounded and smelled drunk.

"Yeah yeah, it's not like you need anymore..." That, wasn't something a kid who was only about 5"1 and 105 pounds should be saying to a drunk guy. he wouldn't of said it either, if he wasn't so infatuated by the blue haired guy.

"Move it!" A simple shove sent Ryou to the ground and the guy chuckling, walking away before stopping.

"The fuck was that for!?" Yes small, but Ryou was also a fighter. A stupid one. Who took on more than he could handle.

The King only smirked now, watching the idiot fool who was too drunk for his own good, start shit with the kid who had his interest.

"I'd say that kid' bit off more than he can chew," The barkeep thought, shaking his head. He looked over at noticed the King standing now and stopped shining the glass in his hands. "Oh bother, you're going to teach him a lesson in manners ain't ya?" He smirked and shook his head somberly. "Well, let's hope he is prepared."

But the barkeep knew a thing or two about the King, who had saved his life in the past. He knew quite a bit of the lad, and though he was older, he trusted the younger kid, who held a ton of dark secrets. In the past Melvin had gotten himself in deep with the drug lords, and the keeper had lent him a hand after he got his ass beat. Of course afterwards opposing gangs had tried to kill the man for helping the King, and the Sire had revealed himself, as he had killed the others...

"Be careful King, you don't want to expose yourself." He reminded him, turning away to continue his work.

"You should know me better than that, by now." Melvin smirked and cracked his fists, then his neck which had been rather stiff for a while now from sitting there. "Besides, we both know I like to handle things, the old fashioned way."

Both men snickered, and the barkeep 'pretended' not to notice what was going to happen. Without a given warning to anyone around, the King grabbed one of the bar stools, and lifted it up over the heads of a few, and slammed it into the back of the man shoving the kid. The guy turned around and shouted at the King and grumbled as he attempted to get to his feet, but in moments, Mel had him by the shirt, and his raging eyes fought to be revealed.

"What's your deal with this kid, eh? He didn't appear to be doing anything. Best check yourself and learn your place you drunken fool." The male with the shooting bluish hair growled. He had the strangest urge to crush his throat, his hand firmly clamped down on the man's throat.

Not having any time at all to even get up, or roll, or barely blink that is, Ryou was witnessing the male he had just been stalking basically come over and start to beat the shit out of the drunk ass who had pushed him. He pushed himself up off the ground watching the two in front of him, and after standing and realizing how much bigger the drunk was than him, he was glad he didn't act like an idiot and take him on. Because with his luck, he'd wake up in a hospital.

"And what is it to you if I pushed the kid or not, he was in my blasted way!" Poor guy, to drunk to realize he was dealing with the king and kept shouting(with difficulty from his throat being squashed.) and struggling. It was pathetic really Ryou thought, sure he was small, and often took on more than he could handle, but if all he heard about was stuff he heard about the king, and he was suddenly clasped in his fist, he'd get on floor and start worshiping the motherfucker, not try and start even more.

Ryou tilted his head to the other side, not wanting to seem like the helpless damsel in distress in all those stupid movies, especially since he wasn't that hurt, just a small bump to the head and ass, he bent his right leg behind and then sent his foot flying into the guys crotch from behind. Oh what a pleasurable noise came form the man mouth as his fists dropped and cradled his throbbing(not the good kind) crotch. If he could, he probably would have dropped to his knees. "It's not nice to push people...or yell at people who are clearly better than you." Voicing his words without much reaction other than a small grin, and then looking up at the one he knew as the king, grin widening a bit.

Melvin dropped the drunken fool, who laid there on the ground yelling and screaming because the bloody fuck had gotten his nuts kicked like the pile of shit he was.

"Silence yourself fool, your services are no longer required." The King growled and lifted his foot, it coming to rest with a lot of pressure, on the guy's neck. He waited until the other male was passed out, still somewhat breathing, before he smirked and moved.

The male with the spiky hair flashed his eyes at the male on the ground, and then kicked the off switch for his glow, and looked up at the boy. Strangely, the kid himself had two entirely different colored eyes. Even the lightning wasn't enough to hide that. Melvin growled lowly, his fangs coming to rest on his bottom jaw as he tried to remember just where the fuck he'd last seen eyes like that. He looked back over his shoulder, to see the barkeep talking to Security, about collecting the individual that would surely die if he got back up again.

The King walked over to the boy, and looked down at him, rather confused. The words the boy had spoken still rang fresh in his mind, a strange sense of unyielding loyalty coming to rise within their unknown relationship. And as Melvin stood there, like flashes of light from the ravers all around them on the stages and in the crowds - he got a multitude of flashing lights before his eyes... all memories.

A small strange kid with two different colored eyes, and white hair reached out to touch what Melvin assumed in the vision, was the side of his face. Looking down, Mel could see that he'd been stabbed or something. He was bleeding... but the blood was far from red, it was black.

The vision ended and a moment later, another came to rise.

The same young kid, far younger than this lad here before him, appeared to him. There was a group of men in lab coats, and a needle was administered to what Melvin again, assumed was his neck. The boy was seen in the arms of one of the men in the lab, struggling to reach out and grab the one who was loosing his vision.

Was it possible?

Melvin blinked and found himself panting, and leaning on the bar's edge, sweating, and confused. The barkeep had come over to his side to yell over the counter, as the King shook his head and muttered something about the medications mixing with his blood stream funny or something. The barkeep only looked at him strangely, then looked upon the strange boy, who stood there still.

"I think.... I think I need to lay down..." The King said, panting as his eyes slowly glowed and dimmed viciously. Moments later he was shoving through the crowds, headed towards a hallway, that would lead him into the back rooms. Most people went back there to fuck each other, but Melvin went straight to the bathroom, and turned on the cold water, throwing it onto his face, trying to snap out of his weird daze.

The barkeep wandered over to the boy, and handed him a glass of water. "Hmmm... never seen him act like that, not since long ago. Do you know him boy?" He asked suspiciously. The barkeep sat there on the stool, running his fingers through his shorter brown hair, and then pulling a towel from over his shoulder, and tossing it onto the counter-top.

Ryou only continued to stare back up at him, his fingers twitching and an overwhelming want, no need, to start thanking him, start ... he wasn't sure what but he wanted to show how grateful he was. He didn't know what it was, but, all he wanted to do was follow him, he felt like he needed the other in a way, as creepy as that sounded. fear loyalty, and a billion other different feelings and emotions rose inn him and it only made him stand there, staring up more. he knew this person, he knew he did, he knew he felt safer just by standing near him!

He was only pulled out of his trance when he seen him run off his head following him, hands twitching even more, and the voice of the bar keeper. "Know him?.. " Hesitating on his answer, his voice seemed distant. "No...at least...do I?.. I don't.." Without finishing his sentence, Ryou turned and ran after the king, why? He had no bloody idea, he just up ad ran after him without a second thought. getting through the crowd pretty easily, he entered the hall to the back rooms, having no idea what they were actually used for to be honest. Room, room, room, room, bathroom, he pushed open the door just enough to peek in, considering it wasn't locked. Okay, he saw the other wasn't passed out or vomiting, that was good, but now what the hell was he supposed to do or even say for that matter.

"you'll be okay...right? You just helped me..and ..please be okay.." His voice was meek suddenly, and where the hell did that come from, he said it without even thinking,but he knew that he really did feel that way. not wanting the other, hurt or..sick, or whatever was happening. One hesitant step and he was fully standing n the washroom, looking at the other, biting his lip, face worried.

Melvin's eyes went wide, with confusion, and well, because the drugs were just so far into his system that he couldn't believe what was going on in the first place. He wiped his face off with a rag, and then walked past the kid, to go and lock the door, knowing that the barkeep was probably worried, less concerned since he knew that Melvin was a dealer and had an attachment to adrenaline.

The King sat there on the bed, looking across the light-colored carpeting at the boy who had followed him into his room. What had he wanted? Sure Mel had 'saved' him - for reasons he barely understood, but what more could he want with the male who looked and acted, more wolf than man?

"I.... I think I know you... from... somewhere." Melvin muttered, sitting there, scratching his head. "I keep getting these strange visions...." He whispered the next part, not even meaning for it to be heard. "Of back at the lab... what the fuck..."

The King was obviously crazy, he had to be. He'd been running Oblivion's bar for years after everything that had happened. After all of his companions... were killed in a massive strange war of some sort. The Military had been using these mysterious people time and time again... many of them got away, they were sent off to foster care when someone found a soft spot for them... How had this boy found him? Had he gone looking? Had he heard of him somehow?

Melvin remained confused, but looked upon the other again. He didn't say anything.. because he couldn't believe that there was anyone still left after everything that had happened. All he could wonder, was if this kid, was the kid he knew from before... and if he was as tainted with strange ability, as the King himself was.

At the mention of a lab, that Ryou had picked up on even though it was whispered, he froze, going more pale that he already was, the lights in the room seemed to dim, not like when he was angry, but almost a depressed sort of look. For some unknown reason, just hearing that, sent him into a state of fear, or was shock, no it was both. A simple flashback, one that was a memory he never thought he would see, ever, simply because he couldn't remember any of them came into focus.

A needle in his neck, screaming, crying. Almost feeling the hot tears running down his face while he felt sticky and wt blood on his arm, reaching up seeing a blurred face.

It just montages, different scenes all to quickly and he took a sharp breath looking back up at the other. "Lab.. with...needles, and..stuff.." It wasn't really a question, more like a statement trying to find confirmation in what he saw. His first memory in years, and it was that? Why the hell would it be that, was his childhood, worse than what he thought, was he more than just an orphan, more than just a nobody who couldn't afford most shit?

A hand slowly raised to his left arm, cupping over a spot where a scar was left under the sleeve of his sweater, one he didn't remember getting and just assumed he fell out of a tree, he shook slightly. "..Why ...do I feel like, I've seen your face before?.." and he couldn't help but ask again "...but really..are you okay?.."

Mel's eyes flashed blue, and now he wasn't even holding back the problem. "You're like me then..." He said, staring into the other's strange eyes. "The lab.. all the shit they did... I've drank and done my fair share of narcotics to avoid these memories... seems to me you have some of your own, though you look confused, so I'm assuming you don't remember much."

For many years the King thought he was alone, for good. Why he had stayed alive anymore, he didn't know. Perhaps he just hoped that someday he'd find his former mates, perhaps he felt as though he owed someone... nah, couldn't have been that. For, other than the barkeep, he knew and trusted no one. Yet everyone, knew, and trusted him were they on his side. He didn't know why he was still alive. And in one massive grave memory, he remembered why he had started drinking.

Four graves stood before the King, and an empty one. Each of them had names on them, none of which the King could read. They were inscribed, and covered in dust, as though the people buried there, minus the open one, had been forgotten. The King's eyes were hazy in the vision, and flowers were thrown by what he believed were his hands, onto those graves. Flashes of faces, seemed to hit him like waves of feverish pain. The first was a pair of twins, one of navy hair, the other of silvery hair. Both were males, and stood rather tall from wherever they were standing.

The next pair were twins too, but they were different in every way. The one on the right, had burning fiery hair, and eyes to match. She faded from view a second later, before her older twin sister seemed to hover there in Melvin's vision. She had a long ice-colored dress on, and strange eyes... eyes that reminded him of his own. Together the four stood there, reaching out to him, but none of them would ever truly reach him. The closest one was the girl in the blue dress, her long blue hair cascading down her shoulders and back. Melvin knew her to be the one he was surely closest to... may the Godz have rested her soul.

At the end of the vision, the girl with the blue hair seemed to come towards him. He was crying and he didn't know why, but the girl moved from the graves, over to the one that was open. She was saying something that Mel couldn't understand, pointing to the grave. There was no one in it, no one around it. But as she slowly faded from his vision, the King reached out, calling to her, only for her to fade... directly behind the boy that had been standing there speaking to him.

The King pulled his hand back and wiped his eyes, confused and dumb-founded. Was this the boy who was to be buried with the rest of them? Had he gotten away...? Was this, what the girl he only knew as a God, was trying to tell him?

"Are you..... who ...who are you...?" He asked, running his clawed hands through his hair. "Why... do I know you, but cannot completely remember who you are...?"

He stood quietly, looking at the other, his own arms still wrapped around himself. He watched as the other fazed out again, watch tears fall from the others strange glowing eyes and as he watched, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Wanting to go over, comfort him, hug him, just try and make him happy again his legs tempted him to go, but he didn't move an inch, nor a muscle. Red and Blue scanned over the other, his face only becoming for familiar to himself, only made him feel more alone in a sense, because he couldn't fucking remember why he felt the need to do anything for the other.

No more memories came to him, just the ever going feeling that is he were to leave, he would be filled with dread, dread so bad that it would drive him crazy. Well, crazier, he was already considered somewhat unstable by people around him, who knows, maybe he was, maybe he was insane crazy, maybe he was....but he didn't mind all that much, not at all really. So he finally spoke again once teh other was out of it. "....I only know my name, Ryou...I don't remember much passed a year...except for a few events like school trips...but I ..I can't tell anymore...because I have no idea who I am...or where I came from..." He had't realized himself, but tears were streaming form his eyes. "And I don't know why but I'm afraid...afraid to leave here... alone.." Why had he just admitted that, now he just sounded weak, he didn't want to seem weak to the other.

He looked at him through blurry vision and tried to remember, tried to remember his face.

His arms were around someone, someone warm. His face resting on his chest, cheeks damp though a smile tugged n his face.

"Wh-Why.....Why won't my mind just let me remember.." He whimpered to no one in particular, looking back at the other, his own eyes seeming to glow, almost no light radiating from around him. Just that same depressed dimness.

"So strange... no one can remember... we... being the no one... I don't even -" Melvin sighed and laid on his back, flopping down on the bed where he'd sat and wracked his brain. "For years I have tried... to forget. But who knows if they are truly forgotten... these memories..." The King laid there, unsure or not if he should reveal what he'd seen. He had spent so much time trying to ignore everything, that he'd actually forgotten so much.

But one thing remained true to him. That girl, with the blue hair. He'd seen her almost once a week since their deaths. In dreams, visions, sometimes he drove himself insane, thinking she was out there somewhere, following him. And, a few times, he could have swore he'd seen her.

It drove him mad, the visions, the confusion. Perhaps this was his punishment for having tried to forget them, that now, when he finally only wanted to know more, he was given no new information....

The King looked at the ceiling, studying it as though he were studying the world through some sort of filter. "You seemed so.... worried about me.... someone you barely know... yet I could not remove my gaze earlier, for someone I had seen only in visions..." He whispered, still trying to figure it out.

The male with the shooting blue hair, began to speak, telling a story of sorts to the boy. His eyes, and his hair, began to glow brightly, dimming here and there, as though connected with the King's saddening emotions, and lost thoughts. He told the boy of his visions. Of the Angels he saw that he swore were real, the girl with the red hair that rarely was seen, and the one of blue hair, that only seemed to come when he 'needed' someone there. He told the boy everything, and for reasons he barely understood.

Then he brought up the lab, and rage only filled his heart. He began to remember things, these trials, these fights... the wars, and the graves... everything just flowed back to him - but briefly, and without the full bit of information he needed to confirm that he had known this all along. Still confused he told the boy of the one he'd seen, with the same eyes, same hair. He didn't remember much of him, only that he'd been in trouble a lot... Only, that the girl with the blue hair, had helped him once, and only... that the King had protected all of them.

All in droves and streams of memories, things came. But they weren't all easily sorted.

"And that's all I remember. I don't even know if it's the drugs, or if they're real memories... this was only years ago, but it feels like forever ago... I only wish that I could confirm every last suspicion I have." The King sighed and closed his eyes, confused, and slightly filled with tears. He reached up and scratched his head trying to hide the pain he felt, then put his arm over his face and muttered something. "If you want... you can... come here, ya know... so you're not standing there all weird and shit..."

He listened, carefully, more carefully than he ever had before, wanting to know just as bad as the other did, he wanted to know why he felt connected to him, why they shared a memory of a lab, and then how they also shared losing so many memories. Though with every word, every situation explained, something clicked in his mind, nothing specific, just the feeling like it had happened before, like t was something locked away in his mind that was trying to get out. A lot of nightmares coming back to him as well, a lot of them seemed to be almost exact to what the other was explaining, and it scared him, made him want to curl up and hide away from everyone. Except one.

Every now and then, he would have to go somewhere alone, to get food or something else, and almost each time, something, a voice or a little touch, would lead him, tempt him to walk a different way, tempt him to turn or even just not go out at all, and he listened to it, every time. He hadn't realized that every time it happened, until now, when a realization came to him that it was why he came here tonight, why he came to oblivion and why he didn't leave after a half hour like usual. He knew he needed to come here some how.

Wen the lab was mentioned, it was hard for him not to cry, to many nightmares were based off a place that was described like how the other was telling, he always assumed it was just some movie he watched as a kid. But it was real, and it scared more than any movie ever could. All because stuff had happened to him, horrible things.

He made his way to the bed, simply sitting beside the one who was laying, his head lowered and white bangs that were covered in blue glow stick gel covered his eyes. He finally spoke again "There's..this nightmare I always have...I'm running i'm a lot younger too...covered in blood and bruises, and I know i'm in trouble. " He fidgeted uncomfortable ".. I'm crying too, and before I start to run away, I'm begging, saying that I didn't want to be alone.be away from someone. But I'm told to run and not look back...and I listened to them..." he only just glanced at the other "..I wake up crying, forgetting almost ll of the dream...until now...and I don't know why.."

"Nightmares..." The King snarled and his eyes naturally flashed, glowing off of the kid's strangely coated hair. "I have had nightmares for as long as I can remember. But it's more like I'm in surgery or something... like... they're operating on me. I remember seeing my stomach torn open or something, in these dreams. I remember bleeding this strangely black blood. Then them stitching me back up like it was nothing... I remember like the dream fading as though I had been watching like I was partially awake during the whole ordeal, then the sight of my own insides being stitched up seemed to make me pass the fuck out. I imagine that would do that to anyone though heh."

The King felt shivers go down his spine at the thoughts of some of those dreams. So confusing, and fucked up, that even he wanted to vomit from the sometimes. And he was a mentally strong motherfucker, just far from "mentally sound" however. It was nice to finally share the intel with someone, even though he couldn't fully remember who that someone was. Though, he seemed to hope, that in time, they would both remember ...or something.

A Week Later....

The King had done well to keep his new 'friend' around for a time now. A week had come and gone, and the two seemed to talk and trust each other more and more each day. It was strange, and sort of seemed to help with the frustration of these memories. The barkeep seemed to respect the young lad, shaking his head with a smirk here and there, at the two. But he said nothing that would have given the King any idea that he had other thoughts of them. Which was nice, since he was like the only person Mel had left in his life anyhow, aside from this new kid, who wasn't actually so new to him.

The two of them spent much time in the bar, and would rave with the Ravers, and dance with the dancers. Everything felt strange to them when they were out in public, least, that was how it appeared. Though when they were alone just talking, they were free to be themselves. Which was strange, to the outside world - had they been given the opportunity to witness it.

One night passed and they had sat there on the bed speaking and sharing words. The King was bored with the bar scene, and did wish to venture out. The visions were stronger now, and the girl refused to stop showing up to him. Confused, he wished to go back to their graves, which he assumed was somewhere deep within the city where the Underground laid beneath.

"It's a full moon tonight. And I can barely fight the urges to go outside... would you like to come with me?" He had asked the boy, who was always strangely at his side now.

It was the first time Ryou wasn't alone, the first time he cold talk to somebody about anything and just not be alone. He managed to tell the other his blood was different as well. He was smiling more within that week, and definitely more open when it was just the two of them talking. Voice was louder, he was able to say things more easily, like speaking to an old friend. And it was true, Ryou never left the others side, partially afraid of being alone, partially because there wasn't a reason too when they were talking so easily with each other.

While yes he had opened up to the blue haired male, it was still rather difficult for him to make conversation with others, either just finding it to awkward or being to shy. But still he danced, drank and tried his best to have fun, which he was having. Soon enough people had started to realize who he was, recognizing him ore by just the kid with white hair who occasionally comes in here type person. he also enjoyed talking to the barkeep, usually rambling on about some show or a topic that normal teenagers wouldn't be talking about like how stupid religion was, history and science. This was something that shocked most adults he talked to, how he was able to talk with them and shied away more from kids his own age.

He was laying beside him, on his stomach, some stuffed rabbit with a ribbon tied around it's neck placed under his chin and being squeezed by his arms. Laying like this showed that he was small for boys his age, but he didn't mind at all. Ryou tried his best not to think about anything like the lab on his own it made him upset and hurt to much to even attempt to when not talking about it with the other, but thoughts crossed his mind every now and then, in which he had to hide being upset, which he was getting better at.

As he never left his side, he smiled and nodded his head like there was no question to be asked "Of course, it actually seems rather nice out.. with a full moon and everything.."

The King grinned, and the two left the bar out the back moments later. Stretching and walking through what was almost like an underground subway, the two found their way outside, going up a mass of stairs. Carefully watching around them, as the stepped out into the above-ground city, rats scattering from the sounds of their footsteps, the King and his boy made their way through the devious town.

Light cascaded on down from the moon, onto their hair, and into their eyes, sliding up and down tall and short buildings, that stood there, in total silence. Every now and then cars would drive by, occasionally honking at them, or at each other, as they did so. The two walked for what felt like a mile or so, and then came to a forest, that held a small clearing, where several graves lay apparent.

"Now... if I can only find the right ones.... I haven't visited since it happened... I've refused..." The King admitted, looking around here and there, to see if the mysterious girl was around somewhere. "I wonder if she wants me to come back here..." He whispered, as they trekked carefully down a path and through some trees.

Above the ground, in the city, it was dark and any people seen, Ryou didn't like them, and he stuck close to the older of whom he walked beside. Going out at night, definitely wasn't one of his strong points, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it from time to time. he wore no shoes, refused to actually, though he did where socks, it was getting to the point of becoming cold at night, so as he walked, he made almost no sound. Simply he just took each step, though he had always found walking to be, a, well an awkward experience.

"Maybe she won't want to...but maybe she'll want to lead the way..." Was all he really said, not sure what to say other than that. he didn't want to say the wrong thing, or make the other upset by saying words that could be taken the wrong way. "..maybe she was always trying to lead you..." He finished speaking with that.

A breeze went by, his hair waving out in front of his face before settling back down and just resting there, it was never truly neat anyways. He instantly wrapped his arms around himself, shivering a little bit. It wasn't eve that bloody cold out! But he had never done well with weather, he was either passing out from the heat or getting sick from the cold, which only confused him considering he always seemed to be colder or hotter than anyone else in the same room or area as him.

The King noticed that the kid was cold, and naturally threw an arm around him, as they continued to walk through, what was now an open graveyard. He figured that he would keep the kid close anyhow, since one of those graves from his visions - was bare, and without anyone. He figured that it was something that would traumatize the boy, if it were truly his grave after all.

"I don't know, I don't remember her name even... it's been so long. I've just called her 'blue' because that's the color she always wears whenever she appears to me..." He thought, keeping him close. Strangely it confused him. The thought of someone being near him, let alone THIS close to him... almost freaked him out. And on the verge of the freak out -

"Melvin, you've come home...." A voice seemed to echo through the wind, one he hadn't heard in years.

The King looked around confusedly, and knew that he was the only one hearing her. "Blue...?" He asked aloud. "What do you mean 'home' - I am here... where I think you died..." He thought aloud again.

"My King, you have come back to me..." She said, her voice ice cold. "Follow me...."

"But wait, I cannot see you!" Melvin was yelling out loud now and was standing aside from Ryou looking around confusedly.

A strange glowing light appeared before him, and then shot off between the trees, and headed deep into the graveyard. Swallowing, he naturally grabbed Ryou by the hand, and started to run with him after the strange apparition.

"This way! Come on!" He yelled, trying to get them to catch up with her.

He didn't really have a reaction to the arm being put around him, other than a bit of relief because the other was arm, so he stayed close, he felt safer this way. He was honestly nervous, or worried, to see what they were going to see. What is all the memories or thought to be memories were true, and there was three filled graves...and one empty one..with his name on it. He quickly got rid of those thoughts, not wanting to start freaking out before even seeing anything.

Ryou froze when the other suddenly spoke ..to no one. just looked up at the other, not speaking, just going quiet. It soon hit him that the blue person had spoken to the older first. Ff he spoke or made a noise, it may ruin their chances, so he stood and listened, and watched. Before he knew it they were now running, running through the forest passed trees, around bushes and over logs. Surprisingly, for someone who could barely walk two feet without stumbling, Ryou was a rather impressive runner, keeping up with the other, his eyes straight ahead and gripping to the others hand. It as no problem for him to keep up.

"Was it her? Did she actually come?.." He asked looking over to him quickly as they ran before looking ahead again as to not trip. He wanted to know just as badly as the other if it was really her, if the other heard her and he wanted to know where on earth they were being taken too! Because, if it was true, then maybe the king would be happy to know where they were maybe then they both would be able to figure things out.

"Yeah, she's here... somewhere! I saw her, she went over there!" Melvin yelled, huffing as they ran through the grass. "Holy shit stop!" He reached out and grabbed Ryou when they came to a rather large stream. Just beyond it, the moon lit up another set of gravestones, that seemed to go for yards. "Shit."

Looking around he found a few rocks, and decided to try his chances at going across from them. The strange girl seemed to be nowhere, but he felt her everywhere around him. Turning back to Ryou he yelled for the other to follow, telling him to be careful, because the stream was running, and looked strangely deep. Who knows, that shit could have been filled with leeches for all they knew, after all, the water systems in their city were as shit as the people were that plagued it like an ever-growing virus.

"Fuck, careful, but uh, I think we have to go over here!" The King yelled and pointed across to the other graves.

"Follow me..." The strange voice came again, and Mel almost fell over. It was cold, and sent shivers down his spine and up to his ears, which were docked and cropped, and rather pointed.

"Goddamnit you startled me!" The King yelled, realizing that he'd fallen onto his ass. He got up and dusted himself off, then held out his arms to the kid trying to keep up with him. "Come on jump this way."

"Use caution King, you might find answers that you're too afraid to seek..." The voice whispered.

Mel shook his head and kept holding his arms out. "I want to know... Ryou does too.... I just... I want to remember."

"Very well then, come home to me. Come home to us..." The girl appeared beside the King, and stood there with her arms at her sides, light emanating from her. She watched the boy get closer to the King, and seemed to keep watching, but never was she seen by the lad, only the King... for now at at least...

He looked up from where he skidded to a stop by the stream, he looked over to the other and went over, sticking close to try and get across "I'm gonna have to trust you on where to go because I can't see or hear her.." He said and looked up at him, not realizing he was being watched. Glancing around the other he saw all the gravestones and gulped a little bit, he was getting nervous now, really nervous. This was strange and weird to him, even though his entire life was strange and weird.

He took a deep breath and looked at the rocks that would get them across the water, which looked freezing and would probably injure them both in they were to fall in. He carefully started to make his way across, not taking is eyes off the other, not wanting to suddenly be alone again in the dark. The closer he got, which wasn't very close at the moment, the more uncomfortable he felt, he just felt sick and scared here, and it wasn't for any apparent reason other than the place didn't like him, and he didn't like it. "H-hey...I don't like this place...I still want to know..I'm just saying...I'm getting really...I don't know how to explain it other than afraid, which just looking at it..." He said to the other, so he would know if Ryou were to suddenly start freaking out for no reason.

It was happening, they were going to figure things out, no matter how scared he was, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he wanted to know, and he was going to know goddammit!

The King caught Ryou when he was finally done skipping rocks, and then they started to walk, since Mel was following some kind of ghost. When they stopped in the middle of nowhere, somewhere near a dead tree, to catch their breath, something interesting happened.

"You're home now...." The girl said softly. She reached out and walked around to the side where Ryou was tightly hiding in the King's right arm, and reached out and touched his hair, with blew up into the wind. She stood there and looked into his mysterious eyes, and then before the kid knew it - she was in full view.

"Can you see her?" Mel asked, still holding onto the boy. "S-she's looking right at you." He said, wondering if he was so intoxicated that the drugs were finally about to kill him from insanity.

The strange girl tilted her head to the side, and then wandered away from them, and stopped before three graves, and an open one.

"We are here. We are home together, together again..." She said softly, standing there. Before their eyes, three other beings would appear. One sitting on her grave, her back turned to them, her hair totally aflame.

Two others sat on their graves, both Angels with vast wings. The one with strangely navy hair had red eyes, and the other with silver hair had blue eyes. They looked similar to Ryou, in a few ways. Though, they weren't related... least, not in this life. They were all totally silent, and see-through, but surely Ryou, and Melvin could see them.

"T-There's names... on the graves...." Melvin said, pointed to them. "Look...." He ran over to the open one, and leaned over it, from behind, so's not to fall into the open pit. He dusted the dirt from the stone, and then fell over onto his ass when he read it. "It says - wait. No way - that's your name!" He shouted, pointing to the grave and looking up at the boy.

The twins and the fire-haired girl seemed to fade away. The blue-haired one seemed to stand there, staring down at her grave, almost sadly. Like she didn't want to be dead. She didn't move, but it was clear - she was crying.

Ryou nodded, he could see her now, she was pretty, really pretty. He was able to give a small soft smile to her before she walked to the graves, and Ryou stayed where he stood, looking at the others who appeared. he knew these people, and yet, he could barely remember any of them, but he wanted to know them. So for now he just stood and looked at them, getting the best look that he could, before they were to fade away. it was almost poetic to the younger, who looked to be younger than them all. He took a step forward, his hand getting ready to reach out just as they faded, and he stopped, mid step, his head going to one side. Why he thought he would be able to touch one of them was beyond him.

his head turned when the other called to him, looking at the empty grave and the stone that had his name, clearly and neatly written across it. "I....I'm supposed to..." He was supposed to be in there, dead, without a body t his soul, just...there like the others, lost. He was tor between breaking down and staying silent doing nothing. He was scared, very scared. The worst part about it, was that he didn't know why he needed to be so scared. He shook a bit, not from the cold this time, just from trying to hold back tears, and crying. The blue girl was already crying, and Melvin was right there he didn't want the other to have to see two of them crying. Especially when he wanted to break down.

"Wh-what's going on?.. Why am I alive..how..I ..." he bit his lip lowering his head. The others were dead and he was alive, he wasn't supposed to be alive. The others probably deserved to be alive more than he did, and they were gone! He didn't think it was any fair.

"Some of us survived, but the others... we couldn't get away..." The blue-haired girl whispered softly. "I am happy that you two have made it, but I miss you both so much. We get tired here... we wait and we wait... but our King never returns to us...so I try and try to bring him here..." She said.

"I am sorry..." The King fell to his knees, before the twins' graves now, just reaching out and touching the letters that clearly read 'SALVATION' over the tomb stone. "I just.... I couldn't handle the memories... this is my fault, I should be with you guys..."

"It is not your fault. You did well to protect us King, but you should listen to us once in a while, we call for you. We miss you. And even Ryou, who I am shocked you have found once again. We were your mates Melvin, your companions, we loved you so much, and we still love you." She said softly, still standing there, before her own place where she was once laid to rest.

"W-What are w-we...?" Melvin wondered, moving his hand and turning to face the girl that was just a ghost blowing in the wind though she stood there. "What are Ryou and I? Who are we...?"

"You are both lab experiments like we were, my dear. You were hunted down, like the rest, and handed out to people who were supposed to care for you. Though we all know that never happened. I have watched you both for a time now. I knew you were close and would eventually find each other. We are of special kind... you have... those abilities. Within your two's blood. You can do powerful things... but you can't ever be caught...."

Melvin looked over at Ryou, and reached out to him, then stood beside him and held the kid. He didn't know what else to do. He felt stupid, dumb-founded, betrayed, and lost. How could people do this to them? They were human... and now to find out they were.. something else? Something terrible that people would surely kill them for... how was this possible? How was this ever going to be okay...?

"I don't know what to do anymore...." The King thought aloud. His eyes began to glow, and then he relaxed, and something strange began to happen to his body. His back shifted as he held the younger kid, his spine growing out and shifting with the rest of him. His skin fused and molded, turning his massive thick shoulder blades into huge black wings, leathery and fierce. Behind him, his spine shot out of him, and turned into a black tail. "What the fuck am I really?" He asked, his eyes glowing brightly. "Am I always to hide, when I was given this strange ability?"

The strange girl watched her beloved change, and then gestured to the one in his arms. "He can change too, he just has to believe...." She said, as though she'd missed his question. She watched Melvin look down at Ryou, somewhat confusedly...