Author's note:
Okay well this story doesn't exactly have a plot, it was just
something I absolutely HAD to get
out of my head,
because it was a dream I had, although the characters in my
dream were not Haruka and Michiru,
but two bishounen, one of whom looked exactly like Tom Cruise's
character the Vampire Lestat
from the movie Interview with a Vampire. Anyways, maybe I'll
actually build on this if anyone
really wants me to. If I get enough reviews and such, I suppose
I'll write an intro to this,
explaining how she got to where she was, and who is producing
this "laughter" and such,
but it seems that's all going to have to be done with my
conscious mind, and not the conscious
from when I sleep if that makes sense. -_-;;
Anyways, here's my dream/fic/imagination type fic.
Hope you like! Comments are greatly
appreciated! My e-mail is Herbal_skittles@hotmail.com. Arigato! ^_^
***
For you, in Holy Hell
(Skywise)
She rushed into the cathedral breathing heavily; a
bitter chill ran through her body as her eyes
met those of the Saints looking down on her. Those stone
cold eyes looking deep within her soul;
raping her mind. She took a few steps back, not dropping
her gaze from the statues until she
heard a scream not too far off, echoing off the walls.
Michiru!
She raced up the aisle that separated the two sections
where people congregated and prayed,
however there were no faithful souls seeking their savior
this night. Her eyes grew wide as she
surveyed the stain glass windows which portrayed not
Mary and the baby Jesus, nor the Saints,
or the sheep, rather morbid displays of death and chaos,
including one particular frame of a
cerulean haired maiden, pinned to a cross, perhaps dead.
The resonance of insane laughter ringing throughout the
cathedral awoke her from her trance.
She turned away from the images and made her way up
the altar, clenching her fists every now
and then to keep herself as calm as possible, but no
tightening of the muscles could prepare
her for what she was about to witness.
At first she was unaware of exactly what it was
that had flown in her direction, for it
appeared to be only a dark mass, but she had stumbled
back out of the way before being knocked
down by it. As the object swung by her a familiar scent
had intoxicated her. The scent of sweet
perfume that always followed that girl...
Michiru!
She soon found that the mysterious, shadowy mass
fastened by a rope that hung from a golden chandelier
was no longer a mystery, as it swung towards the cross in the far
back of the church, surrounded by hundreds of candles.
A beautiful face was soon revealed, curls of aqua hair
hung limply behind her, and the once so delicate,
ivory skin, was now carrying a bluish tint to it.
The body of her beloved now dead, hung inertly
by the noose around her neck, eyes closed and face
rested in a look of pure serenity. The body
of Kaioh Michiru hung nude, revealing all of its true,
natural, beauty to the viewer, although
there was not one mark on her body to reveal any
She could not have done this herself and
abuse she may have suffered. The mechanical laughter
she had heard again previously rang once
throughout the church, confirming
her suspicions; although she saw there was no one in sight.
She stared idly at the spectacle before her for not even
she knew how long, because nothing
seemed to matter anymore. It was if time had stopped, and she
was stuck in a wormhole, herself, and
her once beloved. Carefully though almost without thinking,
she hooked an arm around her love's
waist, holding her by the side, and used the other to pull
the noose away from around her neck.
She caught the lifeless body in her arms and carried her
away from the "crime scene" eyes staring straight ahead,
the life in them completely drained away. Her body suddenly
felt very heavy, and it wasn't from
the extra weight she was carrying, though she could
feel her nerves, and her muscles gradually
depress, her mind slowly decaying as she made her
towards the far end of the altar. A coffin was
sitting upon a stone table, beautiful designs
intricately carved into the sides; occupied by no
one. Sighing heavily she forced herself to lift her
leg and knock down the vacant coffin,
seemingly in slow motion as her boot made contact with the
solid object on the table.
She gently laid her Michiru down on the table, and
tenderly caressed her cheek
with her hand; a minute tear had trickled down her cheeks,
and landed softly on the still girl's lips.
Michiru...
Fresh white roses and candles were strategically
placed around the altar, illuminating the girl's face, her body
appearing to glow with her innocence, now eternal.
Haruka bent down and placed a small kiss on her lover's
lips, tasting the saltiness of her own
tears, and looked up to meet the forgiving eyes of the Lord.
Although he was hung on the cross
by the hatefulness and confusion of humanity, the crown of
thorns on his head, blood seeping
from his wounds, he looked down on her with so much love, so
much understanding and care that it hurt
her to look at him. Her hands were far too stained,
and someone such as her could never be so pure,
as the eternally resting angel beside her.
She turned away, unable to look at
the beauty before her any longer, looked towards
and the ceiling which portrayed angels shining and
smiling while surrounded by a hell,
screamed a blood-curdling scream that frightened even
herself. A sudden rage had overcome her
and she could feel her adrenaline pumping, her
blood felt as if it were scorching, her mind racing,
and a crazed, demented look came over her face.
She walked heavily towards the rows of candles, burning
contentedly carrying the prayers of
worshippers, and knocked the display over, not even caring
that the cuff of her white shirt had
slightly caught fire. She pulled the velvet, scarlet
curtains down from behind the candles and
swung it around her like a robe. She proceeded to destroy
everything in sight; knocking over
candles and priest's torches, spilling the holy water,
and ripping or breaking anything fragile
to shreds. She began to laugh madly, not even recognizing
the sounds that she produced, and set
the building on aflame.
With a sweep of her cape she turned
for the last time towards the altar,
only to catch the eye of a silver haired man staring back
at her, long, silky, silver hair, cold
lilac eyes which held a tinge of amusement to them as he
had long watched the manifestation before himself,
a nefarious grin spread across his features. He was
beautiful, perhaps even too beautiful to be a man,
and she pondered for a brief moment on whether or
not this stranger was indeed male. The
increasingly raging inferno didn't
even appear to phase him, as he continued
to look down on the tall blond
with a mischievious grin on
his face. However, though this
was her first meeting of the cold-
blooded stranger, it certainly
wouldn't be the last, for if she was
to go to hell for her actions, unable to see
her Heaven-sent angel again, she was
bringing him down with her.
***End***
End note:
Well what did you think? Like I said it was
just a dream so it just kind of ends. However
like I mentioned in the above, if anyone really
wants to read more of this, I can be more
in depth about it, for instance who that guy is,
what happeneds afterwards, what kind of a
church that is...stuff like that. Well reviews
are greatly appreciated and I would really like if anyone
would correct me on a little of this, I get my ideas
from some of the ancient cathedrals I see around here,
but some words of wisdom from others would be
great. Anyways, hope it turned out all right! ^_^
Okay well this story doesn't exactly have a plot, it was just
something I absolutely HAD to get
out of my head,
because it was a dream I had, although the characters in my
dream were not Haruka and Michiru,
but two bishounen, one of whom looked exactly like Tom Cruise's
character the Vampire Lestat
from the movie Interview with a Vampire. Anyways, maybe I'll
actually build on this if anyone
really wants me to. If I get enough reviews and such, I suppose
I'll write an intro to this,
explaining how she got to where she was, and who is producing
this "laughter" and such,
but it seems that's all going to have to be done with my
conscious mind, and not the conscious
from when I sleep if that makes sense. -_-;;
Anyways, here's my dream/fic/imagination type fic.
Hope you like! Comments are greatly
appreciated! My e-mail is Herbal_skittles@hotmail.com. Arigato! ^_^
***
For you, in Holy Hell
(Skywise)
She rushed into the cathedral breathing heavily; a
bitter chill ran through her body as her eyes
met those of the Saints looking down on her. Those stone
cold eyes looking deep within her soul;
raping her mind. She took a few steps back, not dropping
her gaze from the statues until she
heard a scream not too far off, echoing off the walls.
Michiru!
She raced up the aisle that separated the two sections
where people congregated and prayed,
however there were no faithful souls seeking their savior
this night. Her eyes grew wide as she
surveyed the stain glass windows which portrayed not
Mary and the baby Jesus, nor the Saints,
or the sheep, rather morbid displays of death and chaos,
including one particular frame of a
cerulean haired maiden, pinned to a cross, perhaps dead.
The resonance of insane laughter ringing throughout the
cathedral awoke her from her trance.
She turned away from the images and made her way up
the altar, clenching her fists every now
and then to keep herself as calm as possible, but no
tightening of the muscles could prepare
her for what she was about to witness.
At first she was unaware of exactly what it was
that had flown in her direction, for it
appeared to be only a dark mass, but she had stumbled
back out of the way before being knocked
down by it. As the object swung by her a familiar scent
had intoxicated her. The scent of sweet
perfume that always followed that girl...
Michiru!
She soon found that the mysterious, shadowy mass
fastened by a rope that hung from a golden chandelier
was no longer a mystery, as it swung towards the cross in the far
back of the church, surrounded by hundreds of candles.
A beautiful face was soon revealed, curls of aqua hair
hung limply behind her, and the once so delicate,
ivory skin, was now carrying a bluish tint to it.
The body of her beloved now dead, hung inertly
by the noose around her neck, eyes closed and face
rested in a look of pure serenity. The body
of Kaioh Michiru hung nude, revealing all of its true,
natural, beauty to the viewer, although
there was not one mark on her body to reveal any
She could not have done this herself and
abuse she may have suffered. The mechanical laughter
she had heard again previously rang once
throughout the church, confirming
her suspicions; although she saw there was no one in sight.
She stared idly at the spectacle before her for not even
she knew how long, because nothing
seemed to matter anymore. It was if time had stopped, and she
was stuck in a wormhole, herself, and
her once beloved. Carefully though almost without thinking,
she hooked an arm around her love's
waist, holding her by the side, and used the other to pull
the noose away from around her neck.
She caught the lifeless body in her arms and carried her
away from the "crime scene" eyes staring straight ahead,
the life in them completely drained away. Her body suddenly
felt very heavy, and it wasn't from
the extra weight she was carrying, though she could
feel her nerves, and her muscles gradually
depress, her mind slowly decaying as she made her
towards the far end of the altar. A coffin was
sitting upon a stone table, beautiful designs
intricately carved into the sides; occupied by no
one. Sighing heavily she forced herself to lift her
leg and knock down the vacant coffin,
seemingly in slow motion as her boot made contact with the
solid object on the table.
She gently laid her Michiru down on the table, and
tenderly caressed her cheek
with her hand; a minute tear had trickled down her cheeks,
and landed softly on the still girl's lips.
Michiru...
Fresh white roses and candles were strategically
placed around the altar, illuminating the girl's face, her body
appearing to glow with her innocence, now eternal.
Haruka bent down and placed a small kiss on her lover's
lips, tasting the saltiness of her own
tears, and looked up to meet the forgiving eyes of the Lord.
Although he was hung on the cross
by the hatefulness and confusion of humanity, the crown of
thorns on his head, blood seeping
from his wounds, he looked down on her with so much love, so
much understanding and care that it hurt
her to look at him. Her hands were far too stained,
and someone such as her could never be so pure,
as the eternally resting angel beside her.
She turned away, unable to look at
the beauty before her any longer, looked towards
and the ceiling which portrayed angels shining and
smiling while surrounded by a hell,
screamed a blood-curdling scream that frightened even
herself. A sudden rage had overcome her
and she could feel her adrenaline pumping, her
blood felt as if it were scorching, her mind racing,
and a crazed, demented look came over her face.
She walked heavily towards the rows of candles, burning
contentedly carrying the prayers of
worshippers, and knocked the display over, not even caring
that the cuff of her white shirt had
slightly caught fire. She pulled the velvet, scarlet
curtains down from behind the candles and
swung it around her like a robe. She proceeded to destroy
everything in sight; knocking over
candles and priest's torches, spilling the holy water,
and ripping or breaking anything fragile
to shreds. She began to laugh madly, not even recognizing
the sounds that she produced, and set
the building on aflame.
With a sweep of her cape she turned
for the last time towards the altar,
only to catch the eye of a silver haired man staring back
at her, long, silky, silver hair, cold
lilac eyes which held a tinge of amusement to them as he
had long watched the manifestation before himself,
a nefarious grin spread across his features. He was
beautiful, perhaps even too beautiful to be a man,
and she pondered for a brief moment on whether or
not this stranger was indeed male. The
increasingly raging inferno didn't
even appear to phase him, as he continued
to look down on the tall blond
with a mischievious grin on
his face. However, though this
was her first meeting of the cold-
blooded stranger, it certainly
wouldn't be the last, for if she was
to go to hell for her actions, unable to see
her Heaven-sent angel again, she was
bringing him down with her.
***End***
End note:
Well what did you think? Like I said it was
just a dream so it just kind of ends. However
like I mentioned in the above, if anyone really
wants to read more of this, I can be more
in depth about it, for instance who that guy is,
what happeneds afterwards, what kind of a
church that is...stuff like that. Well reviews
are greatly appreciated and I would really like if anyone
would correct me on a little of this, I get my ideas
from some of the ancient cathedrals I see around here,
but some words of wisdom from others would be
great. Anyways, hope it turned out all right! ^_^