lol. I don't wanna study.
The floor hummed.
Cold air flowed from the vents in the carpet.
It was early in the morning. The sun hadn't yet illuminated the sky. It cast a faint glow through the cold evening mist.
An owl hooted.
A car started outside. The exhaust note was familiar.
A dog barked as the car drove off.
Then all was quiet.
But not in his head.
There was a madhouse in his head.
Iori Yagami was writhing in his sheets. He heard inaudible sounds. He saw invisible sceptres. He felt the touch of things that weren't there. He was in the midst of battle... All on his own. A battle with himself.
Riot!... This early?! Fuck!
GWOOOOAAAAAHHH! HAHAHAHA!
Rage flooded into his head. Not his rage. Foreign emotions. They were playing with him. Toying with him. Twisting this way and that. Seeing where he would break, seeing when he would crack. He felt his chest burning. His teeth chattered involuntarily. His lips pulled back into an awful smile. He hated everything in the world. He wanted to watch it burn, watch it crumble to ash. He wanted to laugh over corpses… No… a particular corpse… yeah… just one… just one…
You can't fight me Yasakani… You can't fight this… you made a deal!... you're mine! You're mine!
Fuck off!
Orochi laughed. Then fear struck him. An unnatural, compelling fear. He gasped as it shot adrenaline into his brain. He wanted to run. He wanted to hide. But there was nowhere to run to… there was no escaping this. It was endure or die… hold on… hold on… shit… come on man…
Give in… give in and I'll make your pain disappear… Come now, Yasakani… come now…
His clutched his pillow and curled up around it. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, he listened to it accelerate. 76...84… 87… 94… He counted the rate until his mind clouded. He couldn't think anymore. He stared straight ahead at the mirror on his closet door. It was far too dark to see. He watched his silhouette tremble. He listened to his teeth chattering. A guttural laugh escaped from his throat.
Damn it! Leave... me alone!...…
A dull ache was forming at the base of his skull. The pressure was building, higher and higher and higher. They were ripping at him. They were trying to crush him - extinguish him. He felt them scraping away at the inside of his skull… sharp, like needles, like claws. Like some horrible parasite trying to tear it's way out.
Fuck! … fuck…
It was getting worse and worse. Beads of cold sweat broke against his skin. Riot howled inside his head. Orochi laughed and continued talking. Iori couldn't do anything. He never could. He did what he always did. Just squeeze his eyes shut, clench his teeth, and brace himself for what came next.
KAKAKAKA-KA-KA!
Give in! GIVE IN! You're mine Yasakani!
Rage and fear were swallowed by pain.
Pure agony.
He convulsed and screamed into his pillow as it wracked through him. The muffled noise bounded off the walls. It didn't matter. He couldn't hear it. His hearing was long gone. His eyes were darkening, but he caught a flash of bared teeth in the mirror. He knew he was smiling… Riot was smiling- that horrible crazed grin. Tears streamed across his face.
Hold… hold on… ugh…
It was like a wave. No… a tsunami. It was impossibly powerful. He was clinging to a slippery rock in the midst of that raging storm. Was he slipping? Was it worse than usual? He could never tell. It seemed worse and worse each time…
GWAHAHAHAHA! KI- KI- KING!
Hold on… just...
Hold … on…
Hold…
Orochi's a dik
u can do it bby