ENZO y' 9th ; How Does Angels Fall

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White

It was all white...

...?!

All I can remember is the nauseating smell of antiseptic and burning flesh in a white room.

What time is it? How long has I been here?

"It looks like the effects takes more that a minute on No. 2034. Should I increase the dose?"

"It'll kill him."

"No one cares."

"But this one shows the most improvement as of the moment. We can't lose such valuable specimen."

Step.

Steps.

All I heard are footsteps all around me. I don't know who I am, where I came from, How long has it been, how long have I been here...

when will it all end.

My memories are gone. I don't remember anything after a day or two. Sometimes I can't see nor hear, my senses dulled to the point of breaking down. I was always at the heavens gate but every time I remembered that white room or how my screams echoed like a panacea, I was denied of my only salvation...

death.

The excruciating pain remains like a deadly nightmare that never stops to hunt me down. Step. Steps. The steps finally ended.

Where am I again?

"Enzo?"

Who am I again?

"ENZO!!"

I woke up from the chair inside the classroom at the third floor. Oh! it was the last class of the day. I can't wait to go home!! Ashy said he'll have my favorites up my room after school.

Can't wait.

"Why the fuck do I have to take all the notes for you?"

Canary complained after we entered Linx car. I leaned close to Lantice as I sat at the back and gave him a kiss, It was rare to see him driving instead of Linx as he was always on his laptop or tablet or reading his annual report. Maybe something good happened.

"It was necessary, Canary. You know I can't remember quite well, and every time we sat at the back I always wanted to sleep instead."

Canary didn't reply. I didn't mean to but every time I brought up something like this he ended up having a sour mood. I smiled knowing what he was thinking.

In truth, if it's too far, I can't hear. If it's too small, I can't see. If it's not salty or too sweet, I can't taste. If it's not rough, I can't feel. At some point I was fed up because if it's not too much, I can't live normally. That's why we always avoided being at the back.

Though it's not Canary's fault, he took it upon himself to make sure we always have a good enough distance from the podium in class, it's just not our lucky day and he's always stressing out in times like this. I felt so loved every time he goes silent like this after realizing what he said.

"Why? did Enzo slept the whole time? haha that's so like you!"

Linx then handed me and Canary boba tea as he ruffled my hair and kissed me. Linx somehow saw that as something to compliment, I just liked how he saw things differently. I laugh and blow at my drink making Canary grimace so cutely that I can't resist but to kiss him. He kissed me back though, that makes me laugh hard because of how stubborn he can be. But little Canary seemed so pissed that he bit my lower lip and harshly suck my tongue, I moan. It's turning me on, that's why it ended up as another rough round, making the whole ride in Vaughn's part-time a make-out session.

Somehow the nauseating feeling I had since I woke up in class is gone. I can't even remember the dream I just had. It was not bad at all, I was actually more thankful that I can't remember anything from time to time.

"Move. I don't have the whole day to watch you rape each other's guts out."

Vaughn who sat beside me seems to have a bad mood. why is everybody bitchy nowadays? Is Canary's virus gone viral? I laugh at the thought but since I took it in myself to be everyone's relief, I kinda' know how to calm my bitching tiger.

"Vaughn. You want to know who's amazing and has the cutest smile ever? remember my first word again."

I heard Canary snicker after what I said. I know how cheesy it sound but who cares I just want to kiss Vaughn already. Vaughn seems to read my mind as he started kissing me the next second and the whole ride home became a threesome. Hahaha How I love my life.

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"It's okay now, Enzo."

Here we are in my room again, trying some outfit that Sky can use later. He will finally be serving as a waiter later. I'm so freaking exited.

Sometimes I wonder how genuinely innocent this person is. Knowing the fact that Luciano practically raised him, it's really a shocker how he can still look at things in a kind manner. He believes in everything I say, he didn't question anything nor complain, the only thing he's conscious about is how others see him. It's saddens me that he didn't even have an once of confidence, what did Luciano did to have his self esteem hit rock bottom? Not to mention the fact that he so easily trust me again to the extent of entering the very room where it happened... I'm speechless. I don't know if he's just naive or plain stupid? I'm becoming more and more nervous and afraid of letting this kind soul be tainted once he go out.

"Uhmm I think it's too big for you darling~" I adjusted the apron around his waist. Although my urge to just pound and ravage his lips is at it's end of the rope I can't help but notice how Sky's whole body is just too thin to be called slim but healthy, his built was also small for his age and it was all skin and bone. I wonder how far Luciano took the abuse for Sky to be like this and I wonder how he survived till now.

"But... it's your smallest shirt. I think I'm okay with this." He blushed as he pulled the hem of the shirt looking at how oversized it was for him.

"Yeah... I prefer you wearing my shirt too but I really think you should wear the dress instead."

"You think so?"

I like how solemn Sky got wherever he was dissatisfied with something. He didn't know it but his lips pouts a little as he somehow bites it out of frustrations, he had his eyes shut or concentrated as he turns red. Somehow I get the feeling that he hates wearing the dress but seeing his expressions torments me to no end. It was tugging my heart painfully at the same time turning me on.

My God... I'm crazy.

"Sky..." I stilled knowing it was necessary but still hesitated if it was okay to brought the topic out.

"We... have to hide you. We still can't contact William and the whole city have it's eye out for you. It's just... It's just too dangerous."

Sky just nodded. We then were silent the whole time as he changes into the dress. It was a maids dress and a cute bunny ears. It was too alluring and cute for him to show the others. I want to brag at the same time just want to cage him for my eyes only.

"It looks weird... Weird but familiar."

Sky look himself out in my ceiling-to-floor mirror as he touches his own reflection.

I just heard of the story. When Sky told Mom what Luciano did to him, the day she explained how Luciano violated him and the very moment we figured out he was abused, I wondered how Sky coped up with everything. Despite the beauty I see in that porcelain skin he has, maybe all he sees is his fathers handprints. His Long jet black hair and vampirish eyes brought unimaginable pleasure to me but maybe it was hell remembering how it was the same for his father.

I don't know where to draw the line between showing him my love or making him remember his past. It makes me feel nauseous that I felt relieve that I can't remember clearly. I felt guilt that I forgot my maltreat as everybody goes into the same pain of remembering, at the same time I feel so ashamed that all I can see is his beauty despite all the scars.

"It was so beautiful." I mumbled.

"What was that?"

Sky asked as he looked at my reflection in the mirror. I said it clearly but maybe too quiet for him to hear me.

"Sorry my hearing is not that good." He laughed quite a bit, seems so ashamed but tries to be oblivious. "I sometimes can't hear quite well, pardon me but can you repeat what you just said, Enzo?"

I stilled.

Sometimes?

Oh my god.

Could it be? Why didn't I realized sooner? It was not impossible ...in fact I will be more surprised if Luciano didn't use the same thing to him.

But still... He was his own son.

"Azure... I mean Sky, when did your hearing became like that?" I asked nervously.

"Hmm... I can't remember."

"Do you remember when you were 10?"

He stilled. Confused of my question but still complied as he looked up seemingly trying hard to remember.

"No."

"When's your first memory of childhood?"

"I... I don't remember."

"How far can you see?"

"... Not far."

"Your taste?"

"I...I don't k-know."

"How about your pain tolerance?"

"I-I..I...I d-don't..."

Sky looked tense but I was so agitated that I didn't recognized how I was scaring him. I was already holding his shoulders too tight, afraid that maybe I was right, hoping otherwise and too afraid to ask him... but... but I have to.

"Is it Angel's Dust?"

He stilled.

I was right.

We were standing there transfixed at each others eyes, wondering how we know the very drug that breaks our mind apart, the very drug that ruined our normal life, the very drug that I made.

I made?

What did I made?

What was that again?

My head started to hurt. It's like my skull was breaking in half, my vision blurring out overwhelmed by darkness, I can't hear, I can't see, I can't feel anything.It was happening again.

"How long will you be in there?" Canary's impatient voice that echoed from the outside was the last thing I remember.

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