1Wulfi-chan: Okay, first fanfic in a while, so I'm gonna make it a long one. )
Kaitai: Hey, didn't you used to write Fire Emblem fanfics?
Kaoniban: Yeah, that's right!! ...And why am I here? O.o;;
Kaitai: Yeah, Kaoni hasn't been introduced in the storyline yet. O.O
Wulfi-chan: Erm... He'll be introduced soon!! ;; My twin (Foxxi-chan) has known about him since August, when he was created. P
Kaoniban: You... don't like... me...? -teary eyes-
Kaitai: --;; -sigh- He gets worked up to easily... -scratches him behind the ear-
Kaoniban: -melts into the touch- X-3
Wulfi-chan: Oh, for those of you who are pretty clueless right now, Kaitai and Kaoniban are twin nekos. The older brother, Neo Kaitai, was my first male character (made around September 2005, I think...). They're original characters I roleplay with.
Kaitai: -with a sly tone of voice- Roleplay...? -smirk-
Kaoniban: -mimics- With us...? -smirk-
Both: We'd love to. -sexiness radiates from them-
Wulfi-chan: -beats them over their heads- Perverts...
Both: Owwie!! -rub their own heads, then pout-
Wulfi-chan: -pulls out the whip-
Both: -are gone-
Wulfi-chan: This sucks. -blank face- Now who's gonna do my disclaimer?
Kaoniban: -pops out of nowhere- Wulfi-chan does not own any of the characters of the following fanfiction.
Kaitai: -jumps up from behind him- She also doesn't own Ouran High School Host Club, which is pretty good, considering she'd probably make it into a porno if she did.
Wulfi-chan: -growls lowly-
Kaitai: GAH!!! THE ENEMY!!! RETREAT, MY DEAR BROTHER!!!! -puts on a Beowulf costume and begins to flee-
Kaoniban: YES, MY BROTHER!!!! -changes into drag as Queen Wealhtheow-
Kaitai: -grabs Kaoniban and runs away with one arm and stifles his nosebleed with the other-
Wulfi-chan: -shrugs- Mah, anyway... Time for my schitzophrenia to emerge. I, the seme, get to play uke! -throws a banana peel at j00- Read or suffer my fruity wrath!! XD
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Prologue: Intricate Steel Misery of Mine...
This room was quite large, even for his standards. It had to be at least thrice the size of his room, if not more than that. The walls seemed imaginary, darkness taking place of the solid barriers which were supposed to keep intruders far away from his private world. This void had no ceiling nor floor, yet seemed completely stable by some figment of psychological wonder. Blackness enshrouded all of this place as if a wormhole had sent it flying through the deep wounds of the vacuum known as outer space, like the empty feeling throbbing inside of his aching heart.
He inched closer to 'it', his mouth dry and vision slightly off. 'It' was staring him in the face, threatening to consume his soul at any given moment. 'It' was deathly and dangerous, but he didn't give up. He would reach that monstrosity crawling if he had too.
Apparently, that's what he had to do.
He didn't care if he was swallowed up by the evil that eminated from it. All he knew was that he had to reach 'it', no matter what circumstances might be at hand. Life, loved ones, health... They all seemed so petty to him now. All that was on his mind was this beckoning demon, and that's all that would ever be on his mind.
It was large, but became smaller as he got closer. The palms of his hands were rough and sore, almost bleeding from dragging himself so far without use from his sliced legs. They looked like shredded lettuce, drenched in red and laying loosely atop bones and torn muscles which used to be strong. A long trail of blood reminded whoever laid eyes on it of a snail's trail of slime, but he was faster than a snail by far, or so he liked to think. He had to be faster than a snail. After all, 'it' was waiting for him.
The teenage boy was paler than usual, his skin the shocking color of ivory. The pain didn't matter to him. He was dead inside, and all that mattered to him was 'it'.
'It' was only feet away now. Dull eyes which had lost their child-like glow over time numbly gazed onward at the godly devil before him. He stopped all actions, not even breathing for what seemed like hours. And there he lay on the raw skin of his stomach, staring in awe at the coarse demon which graced his presence.
'It' was a steel cage. 'It' was empty.
Suddenly, without any kind of warning whatsoever, a searing pain tore through his kneecaps. Rather, the searing pain of a sharp knife tore through his kneecaps as he swiftly turned his head to see who was cutting off his destroyed legs.
Surprisingly, a child around the youthful age of seven or eight years knelt to the side of his useless legs. His bloodsplattered face was blank, apathy apparent in his dark gold eyes. He brushed a tiny crimson hand through his strawberry blonde hair, the same color of the victim's.
Both sets of hazel eyes locked.
"...Who are you...?" uttered the nearly-lifeless teenager, bewildered at the sight of this boy.
Silence ensued. He tried to turn around more, but the younger took this as an opportunity to make his move.
He gave no answer as he gathered up the two legs he had detached and fled the scene of the crime. He vanished into the darkness, leaving not even an ounce of blood in his wake.
Now, he was truly alone.
All he could do was lay in front of 'it'. All he could do was wait for something to happen; good or bad be its nature, he was unsure of.
He didn't see the vehicle, but he heard the deafening crash.
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Kaoru awoke with an unearthly scream, somewhat a screech but more so a full-throated yell. He tried to sit up instinctively, as he would usually wake from a nightmare, but he was frozen in fear. His heart pumped at an almost inhuman pace, sweat pouring off of his lithe upper body and down his face. His strawberry blonde hair was damp and his breaths were a bit ragged, but more rushed than anything. That had been the worst nightmare he had ever had, no doubt about it.
His terrorized amber eyes hesitantly looked over to his left. Half expecting a monster of some sort to be there, he felt relieved when the area next to him was vacant. He shook violently still, and quivered even more when he realized that his brother wasn't there to comfort him from this experience he was sure he would never forget.
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Wulfi-chan: Well, my beloved readers? What do think of my first angsty fanfic? Horrific, ne?
Kaitai: -pounces at her from a random tree branch- Grrraaaaaahh!!!
Wulfi-chan: -sidesteps with no effort-
Kaitai: -faceplants into the ground-
Kaoniban: -jumps out of the tree and rushes over to him on all fours- Brother!! Brother!!! -stops next to him and looks worried and curious- Are you okay? Are you? Huh? Huh? Well? Are you? ANSWER ME!!! -shakes the unconscious teenager-
Kaitai: .
Wulfi-chan: Thank you for reading, and please review. -bows at the waist-