"With Dark Comes the Memories"

No. I don't won RK or anything related to it.

It was dark. It was cold. She was alone. She was scared. She was currently curled up in the tightest human ball possible trying to provide herself with the max warmth and security.

Footsteps were heard inching towards the room. Room? Could you actually say that? You couldn't probably stretch your entire body properly along its length. It was dark, devoid of any furniture. No window. Silence echoed through the room, except for her labored , harsh breathing.

The door cracked open. Pale yellow light fell into the room through the gap. Making the darkness denser. A dark, silhouette towered over her tiny form, squatting closer to her already wrecked body.

Evil intensions flickered through the intruder's eyes as he gently ran his hand down her bruised arm. She flinched and tried to slip away from his touch, still not looking up at him. He was unfazed. This time he ran his fingers through her matted hair, pulling them slightly to grab her attention. No use. She only buried her face deeper within herself. An impatient sigh was heard.

"Look at me, koibito." The voice was silk. It washed over her trembling form causing a new wave of fear.

Ocean eyes peered through the confines of her own limbs.

"Now, that's better." He cooed as he softly rearranged her form so that he could have a proper view of her. He tilted her chin with unexpected softness forcing her to meet his eyes and dragged one calloused index along her swollen cheek. "You know how much I love your eyes, koishi. Why hide them?" His words were too gentle, a silent promise of something more lethal.

No reply came from her part. He sighed. The situation became denser, more disturbing.

"Why are you so silent, koishi?"

No answer.

"Are you unwell?"

Nothing.

"Are you frightened of me, koi?" His words turned sweeter yet more spine-chilling with each query. His grip on her chin tightened as he pressed closer to her body, crushing her harshly with the solid wall behind. His dark eyes now glinted with fury, demanding an answer.

No change. Only her tired eyes reflected the pain that was being inflicted on her.

"Koishi?" His voice was a rough whisper, an unvoiced command to comply with him.

"Aoshi-sama…." The name echoing throughout her entire being, came out as an inaudible plea through her split lips.

In response to her desperate murmur, a rather harsh slap

reverberated all over the room.

To be continued…

Author's plea: Its me again, with my awful ramblings. I've always wanted to write a dark, dark, lime fic. But what can I say, being the pampered princess and ever cheery girl I am, its quite tough for me. But here I am. Help me to write. And like every wanna-be writer I want reviews and I really care for them. If you have anything.. suggestions, not-suggestions, comments, requests, questions, hate-mails everything .. pls! Don't hesitate.

Tell me what should I do next? And who the man is! Tata. Love, Songhamitra.

Oh, do you think I should name every chapter? Also, send me names for the fic, I don't like the title either.

P.S: Dedicated to me and myself. And yeah.. Tasviri my best friend and arch enemy, for her endless ENCOURAGEMENT. ( jodi chole r ki…)