Another written to debut an icon on Livejournal. Eliza did beta duty.

Midou-kun carries a god in his arm. Some would say Akabane bears the signs of a god, but not one he believes in. Not a fighting god to merge with his own strength. Midou-kun certainly got the best of that bargain.

Still, he's managed to make use of what he has, blood and edges and will. Midou-kun and Ginji-kun have helped him to the next level, a sword forged of his own hunger, red and pulsing. Beautiful, as they are beautiful, such finely made weapons.

Weapons, he thinks, made to dance together; snake, blade, lightning. He bleeds for that day.

~END~