The cold sad truth, is that I don't own Inu Yasha or his friends. I probably never will. I've tossed in a few original characters, whom belong to my friends Laura and Elizabeth. I love you both, thanks for letting me borrow them! I got the inspiration for this story from "I Never Promised You A Rose Garden" and use ideas and quotes from it. Names and some ideas are obviously changed. Thank you all for not maiming me for borrowing Hannah Green's amazing work outline.
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Shining amber eyes looked out of the kingdom of Geri quizzically, trying to piece together where he was after that long sleep. The prison that his mind had created to protect him from the world and from dispersing the secrets of his hidden world to the people he was forced to cohabitate with each and every day of his Earth Bound existence. The outside world, from where he lay, was a place of darkness and pain coated over with lies. People who did not have a link to the secret planes of Geri had to suffer in silence and misery. He alone had been heard and saved.
Having been carted into this place on the counts of being mentally unstable two years ago, he had spent over a year of it on B ward. Yet in the last 7 months, after attempting to slice his surface away, and prove he wasn't of this Earth, through use of a stolen tin can lid, he'd been carted up to D Ward. Disturbed Men's ward wasn't necessarily a horrible place, quite on the contrary. Where as on the lighter wards of A and B, Disturbed ward was the most truthful in all of its wild antics.
All of these moving around of wards and psychiatric visits with Dr. Rin had worn thin his Censors power to protect the secrets of Geri to such a point of breaking. To further protect him, the gods were given stronger powers, and the collect grew to overflowing with his enemies. The golden personages to whom he relied on for help assisted him in the building of a medieval gate, decorated with signs and wards to keep him safe. It rose when he was afraid, and blocked all noise, sound, and light from reaching him in his hideaway.
It must have been early afternoon, the boy thought, as he sat up lazily to stretch. The faint scent of rich coffee, and the standard baked and steamed meals for the patients being loaded onto the large steel elevators down the lower wards Southern hallway to reach the nurses station of Disturbed Ward. Perfect. His attendant for the day should be coming soon to allow him into the bathroom. He sat in the darkness of the room, watching the light and feet of people moving from his spot on the far wall, through the small slit underneath the door of his seclusion room.
His few woken moments of silence and darkness were interrupted by the slowly turned knob of the pressure lights above. Their fluorescent, yellowish quality lost on him in his gray view of Earth, behind his stone mask. The lights were always turned on slowly in such a manner so as not to frighten the patients within into hysterics. No one wanted trouble.. The less work involved in moving them, the easier and faster it was to get them out of their way and onto the big ward.
The colorless lump of the white and khaki clad attendant entered his room after unlocking the door from the outside.. There was no knob on his side of the door, and it swung out towards the ward itself so nurses could easily get it open if needs be. With the well known jogging sneakers, he walked in and over to Inu Yasha to help him upright and to his feet, performing the usual pat down once his arms had raised above his head. It was standard, on this ward, to check for any foreign objects before access to the ward was granted. The staff all knew that a bootleg trade was constantly going on within the walls they were supposedly controlling, and were utterly powerless to stop it. They only hoped to lessen it.
"So, Inu Yasha, how did you sleep last night? I didn't hear anything from your nurse and everything looks the same.. I think you're ready to go out onto the main ward alone for a while." The man smiled, speaking quietly as he patted down his legs, checking his arms twice before patting at the torso with flat palms. Finally finished, he allowed him to go ahead of him, closing the door of the room once it was unoccupied. This had been his prison for the last three weeks.
"Feh.." The dark haired youth answered in the usual mannerism for when he didn't want to talk. He shifted his gaze to the lump in front of him, watching as the puzzled look faded slightly into a blur of distorted reality. Choosing not to focus on the wasted life before him, he switched his eyes down to the floor. Same faint specks of blood showing up with each step they made, warning him of his own wished demise. D ward, after all, was also for the people who wished for death but couldn't attain it.
After trudging down the stainless white hallways, passing a few other patients who wandered the halls of the open ward like restless ghosts, they finally reached the washrooms. Seeing them unoccupied, he was given a second pat down before being allowed into the room alone, due to having acted rather well the last few weeks. The walls were scarred with the hatred of hundreds, their scrawls and claw marks digging deep underneath the paint for over two decades. So strong were the peoples urge to express themselves upon the paint, that a new coat had to be given each Friday, yet to every word it covered, it showed up and was joined by three more. No inch of the walls were clear from the maelstrom of hatred of the patients.
The mirror even was dented and scraped so badly, that it had been removed. The unclear metal surface was filled with curse words, names, threats, and anything else that struck them as important. The final blow, that had originally knocked it off the wall was dealt by himself. He smiled a bit, remembering the story of how he'd quite literally gone postal on it and about 5 of the nearest staff members.
He turned one of the dented handles after using the restroom, allowing the murky water to run into the bowl of the sink itself. To him it was clouded, bloodlike in its black and white qualities. While in reality, he was gently washing his face with cold crystalline water, Geri saw it as bathing himself in ritualistic blood. His shower allowances were just as blank, each Saturday.
The cold temperature woke him up enough to realize the washrooms door had been opened, allowing him access to the food lines after a short time. Sneaking carefully over to the door after he'd rinsed and dried off, he stepped a bare foot over the threshold onto the same sterile white hallways he'd come down originally.
On D Ward, fashion was nothing. There was no honor to uphold unless you were known for something, like Naraku, who was known for his spontaneous nudity, which involved the LACK of clothing. He looked down at his own attire of dark green pajamas, and lack of socks. True, they offered scrubs for people who didn't have a supply of articles of clothing. Which is why he was wearing the donated briefs and sometimes sweatpants. For some reason, socks and shoes just didn't work with him. Barefoot was the way to go.
Traipsing down the hallway to reach the Main Ward area, he stopped only once, by the windows. The window was the only way to see the outside world that was now laden with growing green grass, and red roses, proving Spring was on its way. The only marker in the seemingly endless garden compound stood up prominent and pale pink, its branches swaying slightly in the unseen breeze. That pinnacle of achievement was both a goal and a joke. To touch it was reality, which meant not being in a Mental Hospital and not being considered insane.
With a disdainful scowl, he turned away from the windows to head for the lunch line, to remove the flat, gray image of the windows hold the ethereal beauty of the cherry tree. All the rest of his vision, unless important, tended to take the part of a flat, gray tone picture. But that tree.. No matter how much he denied it, and how much he refused to believe it, it was true. He was among the many that wished to reach that tree, feel the blossoms between his fingers, and feel the breeze in his hair.
"Inu Yasha!" a voice rose from the chattering crowd of men, even above the patient that believed he was Ex President Nixon, and continually cried 'I am NOT a crook!' from the corner. The voice was familiar, making the dark haired youth look upwards and out over the heads of the men around him. Eyes narrowed, searching for any recognition.. When it hit.
Coming towards him, fighting through the small gathering of men, was his only semblance of a link with the cold culture of Earth. The purple and black robed boy came striding over to him, a faint smile lighting up his face, dark eyes gleaming. It seemed the 'Dragon Tail' style he'd been keeping with his hair was still gone since that fateful day a small man named Jaken got a hold of the tie and ate it, leaving only a few fluffy threads. The left hand was still wrapped tightly in the same protective cloth as he'd remembered from B ward so long ago. It was his friend, Miroku.
"..Miroku?" Inu Yasha had tilted his head in a doglike manner, brows knitted as he tried to figure out his sudden presence. On Geri, absence meant death to him. Miroku had not shown his face for almost a month, and all of a sudden was back. Were the spirits on the run again, or was he simply being tricked by Earth logic?
"I was wondering where you went, Inu Yasha! I got onto B ward for a while.. Got too bored and decided I wanted back, so I got here about a week ago. At least here I can yell and yell until I'm hoarse, and no one will care." The boy smiled ruefully as he said this, left arm cupping his right elbow, which in turn cupped his chin.
"You know, it's not all its cracked up to be, here." Inu Yasha said quietly as they went to get their lunches in step. The lumps of gray splashed onto his tray, taking no specific form or shape. In Earth vision, it was apple sauce, rice, and oatmeal of sorts. Yet to him it was the same cold gray mush as always. This, they took to Miroku's new bed, and sat to eat. Miroku readily digging in with the wooden spoon he was allotted, Inu Yasha simply stirring his meal.
After eating a bit of his tasteless meal, ignoring Miroku who was extravagantly nursing his rice off his spoon, Inu Yasha looked up and around the ward in a searching manner. The same faces sat hunched over their trays, some standing off to the corner, refusing to eat because of an unnatural fear of poison. A few sat wistfully by the window, watching the tree in an un-breaking gaze, while the others laughed hysterically, or talked to their meals. But one face was missing..
"Miroku, you say you've been up here for a while again, right?" he spoke in little more than a whisper, eyes still intently searching for a reason to the displacement of the familiar form of Kouga.
"Yeah, so..? What about it?" Miroku had looked up from his finished applesauce, licking a few spare specks of it from his upper lip. Chocolate hues stared straight ahead when he swallowed the last of the sweet substance, trying to see what caused the pained expression on his comrades face.
"Where's Kouga? Did he get put in seclusion while I was in? Or is he on B now?"
"Oh, Inu Yasha, you should've seen it! It was two days ago, a few hours after lunch. I was sitting by the window when all of a sudden he jumped off his bed and ran towards the elevators. He got down them alright, and was outside. Not off D ward itself, but outside! We saw him outside, running for the cherry tree. Oh, man, it was amazing.. He actually touched it, he reached it, pulled a fistful of blossoms out and was running for the other side of the compound.." He quieted down, stirring his oatmeal silently, watching the specks of cinnamon disappear underneath its surface.
"Then what? What happened next?" He looked up in a spellbound manner, held in magic by the story that was being told to him.
"The Staff caught him.. He got sent to E in the same ten minutes.." he restrained a shudder at the mention of the cursed ward, where no patient dare mention. Heads looked up at the mention of the Hell Hall, as they called it. All of the halls were sterile and white, but they held photos and pictures, and have doors branching off to the sides. E ward, in a separate building on the furthest recesses of the barricade Hospital, was a place of no return. It was where the medical testing was done, and lobotomy's given. A place that either killed you, or made you so out of your own body it was a living death.
Patients that sat nearby looked up, some cursed him loudly and moved, others simply looked scared and returned to their meals, while even others just stared at him as though he were a phantom from the E Ward itself. He looked sheepishly at them all, smiling slightly.
"Who was he going to give the blossoms to?" Inu Yasha asked, smiling a bit. To give a blossom of any sort to one of the patients of Women's Ward was the only way to express love, since otherwise you rarely saw one another. Outpatient Therapy in the admittance building was limited only to B ward and A ward, seeing as there was free access to scissors, string, and other such things that were not allowed to be near those considered "disturbed".
"Oh, I saw who he was giving them to. Her name's Kagura, I think. She's on B ward.." Miroku spoke wistfully, remembering that at one time, all three of them had been on B ward and admittance, until in separate moments they had all been transferred upstairs. "She came running out of the O.T. building screaming and crying when he was subdued, until she got put into a jacket and put on another ward without allowances... Or so I hear."
If Miroku had said any more, it had fallen upon deaf ears. The proof of tragedy that lay within the world was enough to drive Inu Yasha out of reality and back into the safe, golden planes of Geri with the beloved gods of his salvation. The medieval gate rose, allowing him a full barricade, until his earthen surface was like he'd sunk into water: a seamless finish.
The first god of Geri, came racing by in his small glory. The small fox-like God was in an eternal race, form enveloped in blue flames that licked and flickered with every footfall. The flames were vicious looking, yet did not hurt him as he ran in the unseen tournament between Him and Himself. They were only a spectacle to look upon. The other Gods were not there yet for the counsel, as this was an impromptu one.
"So, Inu Yasha.." he said as he raced in circles around him, "Have you not yet given up on the Earth?" As he spoke, he made the Geri hand gesture of pain and misery, which meant The World.
The cruel jawed collect chimed in with his words and questionings, taking up key words from conversations past. "Forever crazy boy! Forever lazy boy! You are not of them!" The last was definitely their favorite quote of all times.
"What would I want with the Earth? I'm not from there.. It's simply a waste of time to try and pretend to be what you are not.." he muttered aloud towards the racing God.
"So, why is it then that you refuse to allow us full credit? You still hunger for the world.. I saw that look you gave when you saw that tree, when you heard that boy had reached it, when you heard of his fate. You were giving emotion to it! You are not of them, why do you persist?" The area turned slowly blacker as his anger grew, filling the entire space with black clouds and diamond lightning, accenting the darker growing flames that covered his body.
"No! Please, I'm of Geri! I am not of Earth! Don't go, don't make me go!" he screamed for mercy to the small being, trying to ignore the pain in his head, the dizzying effects of the Collects further rampage of his senses. Even the Censor was taunting him with the now old words, that had been there since the establishment of the hidden world.
"Don't you see!" The censor roared in his ears as he fell to his knees, trying to endure the pressure that was building up inside him and all around him. "You are not of them!" These were the last words that reached him as the solid golden touched ground beneath him crumbled to the touch, sucking him in like quicksand into the darkness. The darkness is where he would stay for some time..
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Thank you for reading this first chapter. I've already got the next few planned out, and I'll be finalizing them soon. Please, Review! It's like coffee beans to the poor caffeine deprived nation of Morgaine!
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Shining amber eyes looked out of the kingdom of Geri quizzically, trying to piece together where he was after that long sleep. The prison that his mind had created to protect him from the world and from dispersing the secrets of his hidden world to the people he was forced to cohabitate with each and every day of his Earth Bound existence. The outside world, from where he lay, was a place of darkness and pain coated over with lies. People who did not have a link to the secret planes of Geri had to suffer in silence and misery. He alone had been heard and saved.
Having been carted into this place on the counts of being mentally unstable two years ago, he had spent over a year of it on B ward. Yet in the last 7 months, after attempting to slice his surface away, and prove he wasn't of this Earth, through use of a stolen tin can lid, he'd been carted up to D Ward. Disturbed Men's ward wasn't necessarily a horrible place, quite on the contrary. Where as on the lighter wards of A and B, Disturbed ward was the most truthful in all of its wild antics.
All of these moving around of wards and psychiatric visits with Dr. Rin had worn thin his Censors power to protect the secrets of Geri to such a point of breaking. To further protect him, the gods were given stronger powers, and the collect grew to overflowing with his enemies. The golden personages to whom he relied on for help assisted him in the building of a medieval gate, decorated with signs and wards to keep him safe. It rose when he was afraid, and blocked all noise, sound, and light from reaching him in his hideaway.
It must have been early afternoon, the boy thought, as he sat up lazily to stretch. The faint scent of rich coffee, and the standard baked and steamed meals for the patients being loaded onto the large steel elevators down the lower wards Southern hallway to reach the nurses station of Disturbed Ward. Perfect. His attendant for the day should be coming soon to allow him into the bathroom. He sat in the darkness of the room, watching the light and feet of people moving from his spot on the far wall, through the small slit underneath the door of his seclusion room.
His few woken moments of silence and darkness were interrupted by the slowly turned knob of the pressure lights above. Their fluorescent, yellowish quality lost on him in his gray view of Earth, behind his stone mask. The lights were always turned on slowly in such a manner so as not to frighten the patients within into hysterics. No one wanted trouble.. The less work involved in moving them, the easier and faster it was to get them out of their way and onto the big ward.
The colorless lump of the white and khaki clad attendant entered his room after unlocking the door from the outside.. There was no knob on his side of the door, and it swung out towards the ward itself so nurses could easily get it open if needs be. With the well known jogging sneakers, he walked in and over to Inu Yasha to help him upright and to his feet, performing the usual pat down once his arms had raised above his head. It was standard, on this ward, to check for any foreign objects before access to the ward was granted. The staff all knew that a bootleg trade was constantly going on within the walls they were supposedly controlling, and were utterly powerless to stop it. They only hoped to lessen it.
"So, Inu Yasha, how did you sleep last night? I didn't hear anything from your nurse and everything looks the same.. I think you're ready to go out onto the main ward alone for a while." The man smiled, speaking quietly as he patted down his legs, checking his arms twice before patting at the torso with flat palms. Finally finished, he allowed him to go ahead of him, closing the door of the room once it was unoccupied. This had been his prison for the last three weeks.
"Feh.." The dark haired youth answered in the usual mannerism for when he didn't want to talk. He shifted his gaze to the lump in front of him, watching as the puzzled look faded slightly into a blur of distorted reality. Choosing not to focus on the wasted life before him, he switched his eyes down to the floor. Same faint specks of blood showing up with each step they made, warning him of his own wished demise. D ward, after all, was also for the people who wished for death but couldn't attain it.
After trudging down the stainless white hallways, passing a few other patients who wandered the halls of the open ward like restless ghosts, they finally reached the washrooms. Seeing them unoccupied, he was given a second pat down before being allowed into the room alone, due to having acted rather well the last few weeks. The walls were scarred with the hatred of hundreds, their scrawls and claw marks digging deep underneath the paint for over two decades. So strong were the peoples urge to express themselves upon the paint, that a new coat had to be given each Friday, yet to every word it covered, it showed up and was joined by three more. No inch of the walls were clear from the maelstrom of hatred of the patients.
The mirror even was dented and scraped so badly, that it had been removed. The unclear metal surface was filled with curse words, names, threats, and anything else that struck them as important. The final blow, that had originally knocked it off the wall was dealt by himself. He smiled a bit, remembering the story of how he'd quite literally gone postal on it and about 5 of the nearest staff members.
He turned one of the dented handles after using the restroom, allowing the murky water to run into the bowl of the sink itself. To him it was clouded, bloodlike in its black and white qualities. While in reality, he was gently washing his face with cold crystalline water, Geri saw it as bathing himself in ritualistic blood. His shower allowances were just as blank, each Saturday.
The cold temperature woke him up enough to realize the washrooms door had been opened, allowing him access to the food lines after a short time. Sneaking carefully over to the door after he'd rinsed and dried off, he stepped a bare foot over the threshold onto the same sterile white hallways he'd come down originally.
On D Ward, fashion was nothing. There was no honor to uphold unless you were known for something, like Naraku, who was known for his spontaneous nudity, which involved the LACK of clothing. He looked down at his own attire of dark green pajamas, and lack of socks. True, they offered scrubs for people who didn't have a supply of articles of clothing. Which is why he was wearing the donated briefs and sometimes sweatpants. For some reason, socks and shoes just didn't work with him. Barefoot was the way to go.
Traipsing down the hallway to reach the Main Ward area, he stopped only once, by the windows. The window was the only way to see the outside world that was now laden with growing green grass, and red roses, proving Spring was on its way. The only marker in the seemingly endless garden compound stood up prominent and pale pink, its branches swaying slightly in the unseen breeze. That pinnacle of achievement was both a goal and a joke. To touch it was reality, which meant not being in a Mental Hospital and not being considered insane.
With a disdainful scowl, he turned away from the windows to head for the lunch line, to remove the flat, gray image of the windows hold the ethereal beauty of the cherry tree. All the rest of his vision, unless important, tended to take the part of a flat, gray tone picture. But that tree.. No matter how much he denied it, and how much he refused to believe it, it was true. He was among the many that wished to reach that tree, feel the blossoms between his fingers, and feel the breeze in his hair.
"Inu Yasha!" a voice rose from the chattering crowd of men, even above the patient that believed he was Ex President Nixon, and continually cried 'I am NOT a crook!' from the corner. The voice was familiar, making the dark haired youth look upwards and out over the heads of the men around him. Eyes narrowed, searching for any recognition.. When it hit.
Coming towards him, fighting through the small gathering of men, was his only semblance of a link with the cold culture of Earth. The purple and black robed boy came striding over to him, a faint smile lighting up his face, dark eyes gleaming. It seemed the 'Dragon Tail' style he'd been keeping with his hair was still gone since that fateful day a small man named Jaken got a hold of the tie and ate it, leaving only a few fluffy threads. The left hand was still wrapped tightly in the same protective cloth as he'd remembered from B ward so long ago. It was his friend, Miroku.
"..Miroku?" Inu Yasha had tilted his head in a doglike manner, brows knitted as he tried to figure out his sudden presence. On Geri, absence meant death to him. Miroku had not shown his face for almost a month, and all of a sudden was back. Were the spirits on the run again, or was he simply being tricked by Earth logic?
"I was wondering where you went, Inu Yasha! I got onto B ward for a while.. Got too bored and decided I wanted back, so I got here about a week ago. At least here I can yell and yell until I'm hoarse, and no one will care." The boy smiled ruefully as he said this, left arm cupping his right elbow, which in turn cupped his chin.
"You know, it's not all its cracked up to be, here." Inu Yasha said quietly as they went to get their lunches in step. The lumps of gray splashed onto his tray, taking no specific form or shape. In Earth vision, it was apple sauce, rice, and oatmeal of sorts. Yet to him it was the same cold gray mush as always. This, they took to Miroku's new bed, and sat to eat. Miroku readily digging in with the wooden spoon he was allotted, Inu Yasha simply stirring his meal.
After eating a bit of his tasteless meal, ignoring Miroku who was extravagantly nursing his rice off his spoon, Inu Yasha looked up and around the ward in a searching manner. The same faces sat hunched over their trays, some standing off to the corner, refusing to eat because of an unnatural fear of poison. A few sat wistfully by the window, watching the tree in an un-breaking gaze, while the others laughed hysterically, or talked to their meals. But one face was missing..
"Miroku, you say you've been up here for a while again, right?" he spoke in little more than a whisper, eyes still intently searching for a reason to the displacement of the familiar form of Kouga.
"Yeah, so..? What about it?" Miroku had looked up from his finished applesauce, licking a few spare specks of it from his upper lip. Chocolate hues stared straight ahead when he swallowed the last of the sweet substance, trying to see what caused the pained expression on his comrades face.
"Where's Kouga? Did he get put in seclusion while I was in? Or is he on B now?"
"Oh, Inu Yasha, you should've seen it! It was two days ago, a few hours after lunch. I was sitting by the window when all of a sudden he jumped off his bed and ran towards the elevators. He got down them alright, and was outside. Not off D ward itself, but outside! We saw him outside, running for the cherry tree. Oh, man, it was amazing.. He actually touched it, he reached it, pulled a fistful of blossoms out and was running for the other side of the compound.." He quieted down, stirring his oatmeal silently, watching the specks of cinnamon disappear underneath its surface.
"Then what? What happened next?" He looked up in a spellbound manner, held in magic by the story that was being told to him.
"The Staff caught him.. He got sent to E in the same ten minutes.." he restrained a shudder at the mention of the cursed ward, where no patient dare mention. Heads looked up at the mention of the Hell Hall, as they called it. All of the halls were sterile and white, but they held photos and pictures, and have doors branching off to the sides. E ward, in a separate building on the furthest recesses of the barricade Hospital, was a place of no return. It was where the medical testing was done, and lobotomy's given. A place that either killed you, or made you so out of your own body it was a living death.
Patients that sat nearby looked up, some cursed him loudly and moved, others simply looked scared and returned to their meals, while even others just stared at him as though he were a phantom from the E Ward itself. He looked sheepishly at them all, smiling slightly.
"Who was he going to give the blossoms to?" Inu Yasha asked, smiling a bit. To give a blossom of any sort to one of the patients of Women's Ward was the only way to express love, since otherwise you rarely saw one another. Outpatient Therapy in the admittance building was limited only to B ward and A ward, seeing as there was free access to scissors, string, and other such things that were not allowed to be near those considered "disturbed".
"Oh, I saw who he was giving them to. Her name's Kagura, I think. She's on B ward.." Miroku spoke wistfully, remembering that at one time, all three of them had been on B ward and admittance, until in separate moments they had all been transferred upstairs. "She came running out of the O.T. building screaming and crying when he was subdued, until she got put into a jacket and put on another ward without allowances... Or so I hear."
If Miroku had said any more, it had fallen upon deaf ears. The proof of tragedy that lay within the world was enough to drive Inu Yasha out of reality and back into the safe, golden planes of Geri with the beloved gods of his salvation. The medieval gate rose, allowing him a full barricade, until his earthen surface was like he'd sunk into water: a seamless finish.
The first god of Geri, came racing by in his small glory. The small fox-like God was in an eternal race, form enveloped in blue flames that licked and flickered with every footfall. The flames were vicious looking, yet did not hurt him as he ran in the unseen tournament between Him and Himself. They were only a spectacle to look upon. The other Gods were not there yet for the counsel, as this was an impromptu one.
"So, Inu Yasha.." he said as he raced in circles around him, "Have you not yet given up on the Earth?" As he spoke, he made the Geri hand gesture of pain and misery, which meant The World.
The cruel jawed collect chimed in with his words and questionings, taking up key words from conversations past. "Forever crazy boy! Forever lazy boy! You are not of them!" The last was definitely their favorite quote of all times.
"What would I want with the Earth? I'm not from there.. It's simply a waste of time to try and pretend to be what you are not.." he muttered aloud towards the racing God.
"So, why is it then that you refuse to allow us full credit? You still hunger for the world.. I saw that look you gave when you saw that tree, when you heard that boy had reached it, when you heard of his fate. You were giving emotion to it! You are not of them, why do you persist?" The area turned slowly blacker as his anger grew, filling the entire space with black clouds and diamond lightning, accenting the darker growing flames that covered his body.
"No! Please, I'm of Geri! I am not of Earth! Don't go, don't make me go!" he screamed for mercy to the small being, trying to ignore the pain in his head, the dizzying effects of the Collects further rampage of his senses. Even the Censor was taunting him with the now old words, that had been there since the establishment of the hidden world.
"Don't you see!" The censor roared in his ears as he fell to his knees, trying to endure the pressure that was building up inside him and all around him. "You are not of them!" These were the last words that reached him as the solid golden touched ground beneath him crumbled to the touch, sucking him in like quicksand into the darkness. The darkness is where he would stay for some time..
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Thank you for reading this first chapter. I've already got the next few planned out, and I'll be finalizing them soon. Please, Review! It's like coffee beans to the poor caffeine deprived nation of Morgaine!