Wolf: Midnight right now and I have some muse…NOT happy fic. Ehehe, just to warn you. But I still like it…hehe.
Disclaimer: Don't own Mai HiME.
Consuming
Prologue
White.
Sterile white.
It was blinding and frightening.
There was nothing but white in this room. Blinding, frightening, sterile white covering these four walls. It was icy cold, clamping down upon pale skin yet perspiration dotted alabaster flesh. Heavy breaths blew from the only living creature in this room, huddling in one of the white corners. Hands shakily grasped at the white walls and knees jerked, rising with a crack in their bones. Thin legs clumsily padded along the wall. Shimmering hair once the color of oak was now lackluster and pale brown. Scarlet eyes that had once shone unearthly were a dead, dull murky red.
Breath rose and a shrill whine reverberated from the creature. Arms rustled beneath white sleeves and outstretched, grasping at thin air. Fingers splayed and pupils dilated in the dull red orbs. Then that bony hand slowly lowered and hung limply by the figure's skin. A throat clogged and knees bent once again, hair falling to mask the gaunt face.
It was far too white in this room, suffocating her.
Escape.
She wanted to escape these excruciating walls.
Her nostrils flared and her thin hands came to grip her fair head; a whimper passed her pale lips. Dull red eyes flicked back and forth, nervously. How could she escape? She wanted to, needed to. Again her knees cracked as she rose and she tumbled along to the other side of the room. Her cheek pressed against the white wall and she shivered at the cold touch. Her breathing quickened and she inhaled, almost choked at the stale scent of the enclosure.
Her shoulders quivered and a shudder rippled violently up her frame. Her red eyes shut tightly and she tried desperately to breathe calmly. She failed vainly; her breathing once again became ragged and she hunched over. Bile threatened to rise as her stomach churned uncomfortably. Gasping with sharply opened eyes, she slumped against the white floor. First contact with the icy floor made the feeling worse and she scrabbled up, bracing herself with hands and knees. Out of the corner of her peripheral vision, she thought she saw the white walls wave.
Confusion settled in.
Her murky red gaze grew clouded; she shook her head slowly from side to side. Dull oak strands waved in her face and she clutched at them and pulled. A sharp pain erupted on her skull and she hissed, lowering her forehead to press against the floor. Discomfort pulled itself upon her and plagued her foggy mind. Her nostrils continued to flare; she shifted her skull to press her cheek against the floor this time as her knees buckled and her legs lowered.
Her alabaster skin shivered and she curled into a fatal position, seeking warmth. It did little good to her, but somehow in this position, she felt slightly better. Her murky eyes blinked as she stared into a pair of dull red eyes, gazing at a face so akin to hers that she pulled back and snarled at it. The face gazed hollowly back at her with that same gaunt expression and, curiously, she reached a hand to it. Even before grazing her fingertips against the face's skin, the image evaporated. She shook her head in bewilderment. Her reflection? Created by her gradually shattering mind?
She sucked in her breath.
Fear was just as stale as this room.
With sporadic spasms snapping about her body in a vice like grip, she shut her eyes weakly. Whimpers jumped in her throat yet died before they could reach her tongue. The image of her reflection appeared in her mind's eye. Her murky eyes rolled behind her shut eyelids; she was confused as to what was real. Her reflection sprawled on the white floor? Or was she the reflection?
She didn't know where she was, couldn't find herself again.
A sudden shake of the white floor broke her feeble train of thought and her murky gaze opened to peer at the rippling walls. Slowly and tauntingly, they began to move toward her. Seeing that she was being closed in, her chest tightened horribly and a scream burst from her throat. The walls laughed at her wail as they closed around her. Her body convulsed as spasms took hold once more. Her cries died away until she slumped against the floor. Dead eyes transcended up one of the white walls and stared and for a moment she thought she could see glass instead of white. Then black consumed her.
Insecurity, insanity, and illusion were her world now.
- - -
Emerald green eyes stared past the glass wall, separating the cobalt-haired female from the thin figure in the middle of the white room. A calloused hand reached up and stroked the glass. She breathed hotly on the glass and watched it fog before clearing. Despondency hazed those icy green eyes; mourning etched her features.
She was so close, yet so far.
"Shizuru…you're going to be alright. I'll get you out of here…soon…someday…"
It was whispered to the sprawled figure in that white sterile room.
Lies. Nothing could heal the wounds of that scarcely breathing figure. Natsuki felt her icy eyes moisten and she pressed her forehead against the glass. Her breathing was soft compared to the shallow gasps of the brunette inside. A single tear escaped and glittered on her dark lashes before soundlessly dropping. Natsuki opened her emerald eyes again, self-control quickly evaporating at Shizuru's broken image.
This was how far she fell.
How far both of them fell.
Wolf: Hum. So…yeah. It's almost 1:30 now wow…oh well after listening to Linkin Park's Crawling for more than 3 hours straight I was about to come up with something eccentric…I have a fetish for crazy Shizuru. Bit claustrophobic too...heh. Now…(goes off to shoot the writer's block that is preventing chapter two of Play For Me to be written)