Glass Wings

They say glass wings can't fly. They say they break shatter into thousands of pieces and fall breaking to the ground into tiny fragments falling into tiny blue dust upon the ground. Nothing left to remind the owner or those around of what they once where. They had slammed him into the wall it hurt. Slammed him into the wall a second time and a third and fourth. The fifth time it knocked the wind out of him. At some point in all of this mess he had lost his body guard which wasn't good. He hadn't meant to. They weren't the best of the best but they weren't supposed to be weak either. They were supposed to be strong enough from school.

He had lost his favorite piece the one that he had made for his daughter and his lover had gone off to America a while back to take care of something for Ketsu and would be back so he was supposed to be protected but the problem was he couldn't be watched twenty fours a day. Blood ran down the corner of his lip and he looked up smirking as the guy grabbed his chin.

"Any last words pretty boy before we fuck your pretty ass up?" he said in a low cold tone." he and his thirty some buddies laughing as they were looking at his drawings which were floating in the air around them behind them none of them looking behind them.

He couldn't see behind them....he wondered could shattered wings ever be put together again and fly? "I'd tell you not to look behind you.....but....it's already to late for you asshole....." Yura said coughing his shirt ripped open his ribs black and bluing his stomach brusiing and recently he found out he was the son of the.....well grandson of Fenrir Great Grandson of Loki Nephew of Skoll and Son of Hati......yeah and he couldn't for the life of him figure out that wolf form....so yeah he was fucked on that one and as to this part....well...."You can't....say....I....didn't...warn you..."

He had been gone for a while, working for Ketsu in America. He had just returned a day ago to report back to Ketsu about the newly reformed American Mafia. He was already pissed off because he had to return to school after having a shitty flight that lasted twelve hours and getting glares the entire plane ride. Not to mention the fact that he got very little sleep because of the cramped spaces. Oh yeah...he was in a really pissy mood today.

Without a word, he grabbed hold of the one who was holding Yura and jerked him back before grabbing hold of his throat. "I leave for only a few days...and come back to you damaging my things...I don't like what belongs to me broken..." he said lowly, coldly as he tightened his grip. "I'll kill you all...maybe then the message will go through that you can't touch what's mine..."

The thirty or so guys sneered and looked at each other each seeming to laugh in kind before shaking there heads. "Yours Yanki? This one?" he said gestured his hand waving towards Yura as he slumped backwards along the wall and down holding his ribs which just ached at the moment. None of them realized that along the way Yanki had a tag along as well and that he was leaning against the far wall relaxed watching the the events transpire in no hurry at all to get involved after all he wasn't the one in a cranky mood. He was the one here to see the boss of the one in in a cranky mood.

Yura just leaned there looking at the one being held by Yanki who was glaring at Yanki narrowing his eyes and laughing. "Yours, yours, yours fucking yours....." He snapped laughing and gesturing then pointed down at the blonde on the ground. "You keep saying he's yours....only yours but he doesn't wear a collar, no mark nothing on him that marks him as belonging solely to Yanki.....nothing at all....he's not yours. He belongs to no one so he's free to take as many times as we want. And lookie here seems we've gone and broken his glass wings...." The second first one said laughing as the others joined in he had finished ripping off the shirt exposing what....until that moment only Yanki had seen the fine delicate line work of glass 'wings' on Yura's body a tattoo that was unlike any other......his masterpiece that very few if any saw.....The guy facing Yanki was laughing.

"Lookie lookie....so Yura's fabled masterpiece the 'glasswing' does exist' you know I used to think people was crazy when they said he painted a painting of a glass wing so fragile it looked like it could break unlike any other.....and on a canvas unlike unlike anyother he did it on his own body....." He started laughing. "We all saw it....how many of us will be able to break it today? That painting of his that he keeps so painfully close...."the men were laughing. Yura only stared at the ground silent.

The figure at the other end of the alley pushed his glasses up the his nose.....seemed.....there would be a bit of a......mess today and no crew to call to clean it up just his luck.

Yanki narrowed his eyes as he glared at the one who was speaking. "Don't jerk me around you trash..." he said lowly before he was holding his hand up to slice the idiot's throat. Letting the limp corpse fall to the ground, he licked the blood on his hand and looked coldly over at the others. "You guys can't touch him...I've said it before and I'll say it again..." he said lowly, jumping and landing on one of the other guys, breaking his neck. "No one touches my things..." he finished lowly before he looked at them all.

"I'm gonna kill you all...that way, none of you can even think of him...let alone touch him..." he mused as he moved to the center of them all and just stomped his foot down, sending out a shock-wave of yellow energy, crushing down each and every guy who had been standing in his way.

Yura looked up as he sat there against the wall holding his ribs not moving as he watched....the first one die, then the second one rather ungracefully he might add. Before Yanki moved jumping up and landing sending a wave of yellow light almost like sending a wave of pure sunlight to dance among the darkness to knock back the looming shadows and there he sighed a bit forlornly and him without his sketchbook and pencil that alas was across the lot ripped apart torn asunder and ruined forever destroyed at best.....completely devastated...worst case scenario....maybe....if be happenstance some fool was so error on the edge of kindness which he doubted they would have by chance left him by whim of fancy one untouched unmarred page drawing in that book but no he doubted as much they seemed to have been taking great delight in his great disdain in there ruining it. And so as Yanki ruined them Yura turned rather dull cold eyes upon there fates usually there was some romantic pose in his viewing of there fates some finding of some romance something poetic to be drawn or captured. Something.....worth drawing......of Yanki certainly there was never a moment that Yanki was not worthy of pen to paper of stroke of brush to canvas and paint. No....these fools dare not be worthy of a moment's capture of time much more of a smear of color of blood a splash of pain a pigment of shadow of pain.....a feeling of loss.....of of.......Yura shifted then still watching as Yanki made short work of these fools....still watching as he danced and played with them.

"You know the best part Yanki? He didn't scream your name not once the entire time we fucked with him....you know that right?" The one said as he got up his boss and second gone might as well screw with Yanki's head a bit. He spit out a mouth full of blood. You didn't even matter to him the only thing he looked at the only thing that one even fucking cared about was his sketch book. He never screamed for you. He never called your name. He never even thought to cry out for you not once. He didn't care if you came or not....he just kept begging us to stop messing with his sketch book to stop screwing around with the pages inside of it. You didn't fucking matter. Just that damn book of his." He said pointing to the remants of it....laughing as Yura was getting up at that moment ignoring everything else and moving to lift a page in battered blooded fingers...

"Hakai sa re,,....Hakai sa re........Hakai sa re........Hakai sa re.......Hakai sa re......Hakai sa re....."Yura repeated like a mantra 'It was destroyed' over and over again. To them they thought it meant the pages the drawings were that much more valuable to him then Yanki.....they were valuble because....they were for Yanki.....every single one of them...even the last one which had been so hard for Yura to do was a Self portrait....he had never done one of himself before but at Yanki's request he had....and they ruined it....shirt off....with tattoo....all that he was....ruined....alll of them....the entire book...in full color front and back page sealed so as to not smear....and.....it had been for Yanki....."Hakai...sa....re......Yanki....