Title: Inked Angel Wings
Category: fan fiction, one-shot
Genre: romantic/reflective; bittersweet
Rating: PG
Date: December 30, 2005

Written for 50stories
Theme: #4 - Angel
Pairing: tetsu and hyde of L’Arc~en~Ciel
Disclaimer: I do not own/am not affiliated with L’Arc~en~Ciel, Sony Ki/oon, Danger Crue, etc. This is a work of complete fiction. It’s for fun; I’m not going to make any money off of this. However, this particular story is my own writing, so please do not claim it as yours or repost it without permission.
Comments: This is my second fic for this challenge. And my second death fic. Dedicated to noakun/jyojyoushi, from whom I borrowed the title.
Word count: 444
POV: first person (tetsu)

Every chance I could, I’d trace the lines of his inked angel wings. He’d smile, sometimes laugh, when I told him they suited him. “But I’m supposed to be devilish, tet-chan.” And I’d laugh right back because that was just so silly. He was only trying to be devilish. “No, doihachirou, you’re just a brat.” And he’d pout at me, trying not to laugh. And then he’d give up, smiling, knowing, even if he wouldn’t admit it, that I thought he was the sweetest and most beautiful thing I’d ever met.

It almost seemed somehow eternal. I don’t know how I mean that, I guess, but, it did. Because right from when we met, we were close; too close, or just close enough. And even when we stopped the parts of the relationship that worked best in the bedroom, and even when you got married, you didn’t slip away.

And when it was over, he came back. And I can honestly say it wasn’t a surprise. And with a little guilt, I can say it made me happy.

I never knew if he loved her, and I never asked. I just took his word when he said he still loved me and took him right back into my arms, right back into the heart I’d never closed to him. And I traced his wings with my fingertips and told him it would be alright.

And when it snowed and he’d act like the little kid he could be, making snow angels on the lawn, I’d smile and laugh and tell him no, I won’t do it; it’s too cold, it’s too wet, and we’re too old. But he’d just pull me down beside him and I’d just do it anyway.

And when it snowed, you wouldn’t listen when I said to just stay home. You were always so stubborn. Because Megumi was insistent that you take your son for the weekend, and you wanted to see him so badly.
And maybe it was good luck that it happened before you got there, and not after.
Because they couldn’t even get you out of your car before you were gone.

And they asked me to sing at your funeral and I didn’t even finish. I couldn’t keep from crying that long. You used to tease me about that, always. That I was a crybaby. But I know you didn’t mean it. And I know you wouldn’t be mad that I couldn’t do it.

But I know I don’t have to tell you this story. You know it. And you saw it. Because you’re watching, aren’t you?

Because your wings mean more than ever now, Beautiful.

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