RefreshMint: Well! This is my first fanfiction between Garry and Ib! I hope to do a good job! PLS R&R
Summary: A fanfiction that takes place after the final "The Forgotten Portrait". Garry has been in that crazy world for a whole year, while Ib continues her life without remembering him. And that Garry can't accept. Ib is his. She belongs to him. And he will regain her back. Rating M for pedophilic themes, violence, horror and gore. YANDERE GARRY! R&R, pretty pls? *puppy dog eyes*
Disclaimers: I do not own Ib, I just own the plot of the story!
It was now a year since Ib had gone to the exhibition of Guertena's works, along with her parents. Despite the time passed, Ib couldn't forget that day and didn't understand why. Sure, it was a beautiful art exhibition, but nothing more than that. She just wandered alone and saw really bizarre paintings and works. However that day had been printed in her mind. She felt that she had forgotten something important.
-Ib, it's late, it's time you go to bed! - told her mother, while quietly cleaning the kitchen .
Her father instead was in the living room near the fireplace, reading the newspaper and muttering something. Ib was sitting on the couch drawing with crayons and as soon as she heard her mother's words, she closed the sketchbook and arranged all the crayons, preparing to go to bed. She had always been an obedient child. Unlike many girls of her age, Ib was quiet, shy but very brave and smart. Her scarlet eyes captured and focus every detail imprinted them in her mind. She got up from the couch and went to give a kiss on her father's cheek, wishing him good night, then doing the same in the kitchen with his mother. Soon after, with her things in her hands, she climbed the stairs to go to her bedroom.
-That child begins to worry me.- murmured Ib's mother, putting a hand to her cheek and sighed.
-And why you should? She's always so polite and obedient. Never gives us a thought. - replied the father, looking up from the newspaper to look dazed his wife.
-Exactly! The girls at her age should go out with their peers, say some lie, not wanting to go to bed! Ib behaves like an adult, and I don't think it's good for her. - protested the woman, sitting on the arm of the chair where was sitting her husband. -And then I don't know... since that time we went to see the exhibition of Guertena's art... Ib seems so sad. - added.
-I think you make too much trouble. Tomorrow we'll talk with Ib. Maybe it's just hard for her to make friends and this saddens her.- the man reassured his wife, giving her a gentle pat on the back.
If only the problem had been that simple. Her mother wasn't wrong. From that day Ib had slipped deeper and deeper into a state of sadness, and she couldn't understand why. It was like a year ago, Ib had forever lost something very important to her and she didn't know how to get it back. The little one began to undress, putting her own robe and slipping into the bed, putting the sketchbook under her pillow. Wonder why she was very jealous about it. Before the day of the exhibition, Ib had never been a child who was very interested in drawing, yet it was as if she had initiated by Guertena's art. She felt the strange and urgent need to draw always the same subject. It was a boy pale as a corpse, with the wavy hair of a strange lilac color. It was a work of Guertena entitled "The Forgotten Portrait". She had been almost obsessed. She didn't draw else, and she was afraid that her parents say something about if they found out. She gave a small sigh and dropped her head against the pillow, her long brown hair spread out around her. She felt strangely tired, even though that day she didn't go out. She fell asleep after only a few minutes, the breath light and soft.
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It was a huge garden, Ib thought, looking at the place where she was. It was the first time in her life the she remained conscious during a dream. It was such a strange feeling. She knew she was dreaming, but it was all so real that she was confused. She could smell the scent of hundreds of blue roses that decorated the huge garden. Sbe could feel the gentle warmth of the sun on her skin, and she could also feel under her fingers the fresh petals of the flowers. It was all so quiet and weird at the same time. The sky around her wasn't a normal color, it was a strange acid green that made her anxious. She had never dreamed that place in her life, and she had a little fear, as if she felt observed by someone. And it was like that. Eyes were upon her without the child knowing.
Aaah. She was beautiful as he remembered. Her skin was soft, smooth and white as the moon. Not a unhealthy pale color, but a milky white that made her look like a doll. And those lips! Ah, how they were tempting. So soft and tender, of a sweet pink color. How he wished he could test and touch those lips. Her hair was the color of chocolate, so smooth and thin. They had become longer as he remembered, now came to her mid-back. Even the fringe had become longer, almost a shame considering that hid her magnificent eyes. Those eyes so intense, of the same color of red roses. They were so beautiful. He wanted to see those eyes full of emotions. Happiness, cheerfulness and at the same time, pain, fear, despair. He wanted to see them shiny because of the tears. But it wasn't yet time to do something to his little Ib. His sweet and at the same time cruel , Ib.
With calm and controlled steps, the figure that watched her, moved, causing a slight rustle which alarmed the girl. Ib immediately turned in the direction of the noise, watching with growing amazement the man who was approaching. It was him! The subject of the painting of Guertena. She couldn't believe it. It was really a dream to see the boy come to life. She was glad to be conscious. She could enjoy more of the time.
-It 's the first time that someone comes in this garden. - whispered the boy's voice, giving Ib a wan smile.
-You live here all by yourself? - asked the little girl, giving rope to the plot of her dream.
-Oh no, I don't live in this place. This garden is the place where I come to meditate. I'm usually somewhere else along with many friends of mine. - he said, with a slight laugh. Ib loved so much his voice. She wanted to hear it again.
-I ... I know you, you know? - said the little girl, approaching the other. -I saw you that once time, long ago! You were the subject of a painting! -
The boy looked away from her, looking at one of the roses in the garden, stooping a little later to take it. With a quiet smile, he reached Ib, dropping to her face. The girl held her breath because of that closeness, almost agitated for no reason. The boy then put the rose in her hair, moving away soon after.
-Even I know you. - finally said. -That time I also saw you at the exhibition through the painting. It's rare to see someone like you to an exhibition of Guertena. The childrend don't really like his works. - he chuckled.
-Some are really scared... but you... you had a different aura. - said clumsy Ib.
-I guess that's a compliment. - he smiled again, stroking softly the cheek of the child. -You know Ib ... There's a reason why we met this evening. This isn't a dream. In truth it's me who called you here. - said the boy, looking oddly serious. -I wanted so much to see you again, and if you want it to, come and see me tomorrow. There's again an exhibition of Guertena, just like a year ago. I assure you that you'll have fun. - he suggested.
Ib began to think to really have too much imagination. Her obsession for that painting really brought her to devise an elaborate plot for her dream.
-I will come gladly. - she said, however, not having the slightest intention of saddened that boy so kind.
-Then I'll wait for you Ib! - exclaimed happy, dropping back to the little girl's face and kissed her cheek. -Now wake up Ib. - he blew in her ear.
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And Ib woke up. She opened her red eyes in the morning light. It seemed to her that had pass only a few minutes. Instead she had slept a whole night. A little confused, she pulled up, placing a hand on the mattress and then notice a blue petal just near. Surprised she put a hand through her hair, finding what she was looking for. A rose. A blue rose. The same type of flower that the boy had given her. What the hell had happened? And, now that she thought about it... how did he knows her name?
This was just the prologue! If you are interested in this story, review! Let me know if you want me to write more chapters!
Ja ne!