Orchids & Ice
A Slayers Fanfic
By Yukishiro Megumi
Disclaimer: I'd say I own them, but I'd probably be besieged by the one thing more terrifying that a hungry Lina: lawyers. So I *don't*. Hear that, Lawyer people?! I DON'T OWN THEM DAMMIT! Heh…maybe Xelloss' shadow should eat them [Shameless plug: The last comment was a reference to AmethystAngel's "The S Files". Go read them, they're funny! And while you're at it, go visit her Hamlet: The Manga site. I guarantee a laugh.]
Warning: If you don't like self-inserts, don't read. This isn't even a real one, since I just smacked my name on the newbie. (I'll admit it, I like Zel lots. But I really was too lazy to make a new name. Honest! Iyaaa! Put down the pitchforks!) And…eto…blood? Not to mention that I don't have a sense of humor. At least that's what I think. If you think otherwise, I appreciate it?
Reviews: I'll make kawaii sad puppy eyes and cry forever and ever if you don't review! Just a sentence will do!
Flames? Or does the author have an allergy to them?: Bring 'em on. They're funnier than my stories.
Now for the fic! IKKUSEI!
His mind drowned. The pain was breaking him in, exerting control over his slightest thoughts and movements. He struggled with all his will, but that too was being smashed and shattered. The mind inside began to fracture. It felt as if hands had invaded his skull, cold hands tearing, ripping, and seizing…
~No, please. Please! I know what you want to do. No!~
His stomach lurched in a tide of nausea, his heart pounded wildly at his chest. The body trembled, the mind held on, yet the hands continued purging and clutching memories. He wanted to reach out with strength he was loosing. They were stealing, yes, stealing him away. Nothing could save him but death alone, and death was what he craved…
~Anything, anything—but don't do this to me!~
With a final vicious separation his mind was sealed, imprisoned outside himself. The red heat spread through cold fingertips, cold veins, and cold eyes. His eyes burned with it, clouding his vision, tinting it crimson…
~The pain! My body, let go of my body! Stop it! STOP!~
From the bloodied blackness above, a sliver of whiteness caught his attention. It bobbed, swayed, riding a breeze he no longer felt. His disembodied consciousness died in bondage as it looked on. The white blur cut through his reddened glare. Throbbing inside him, a command to dance, a loyal puppet on his master's strings…
1 ~Weak. So weak. Must kill…kill…~
The arms jerked. The throat growled. Each beat of his heart, controlled as the rest of his cursed body, sang of the primal urge to destroy. The flash of his blade slid through the noiseless white. There could be no resistance to his master's dance. He felt the familiar resistance of a body against sharpened steel. A snapping crack of pain down his spine returned his dislodged mind to its home, temporarily stunning him. But now…
~Not her. Oh L-sama, not her!~
He collapsed onto the ground as his vision cleared itself of his master's sickening hate. Beside him lay the fruit of Rezo's cruel handiwork, a graceful body inert on the ground. Slender arms shone pale against the blackness, alabaster lain against black velvet. Deep blue- violet eyes drained of the sparkle he lived for, her white hair shone against the dark. The only red remaining glared from his sword edge, dark like the wound near her heart. Cries battered the gates of his throat without relenting. He held her against his chest like a drowning man would. What had he done? What had he done!
Zelgadis screamed…
Mou! A cliffhanger! What an evil bitch am I! DEAL WITH IT, NO DA!
--Yukishiro Megs
A Slayers Fanfic
By Yukishiro Megumi
Disclaimer: I'd say I own them, but I'd probably be besieged by the one thing more terrifying that a hungry Lina: lawyers. So I *don't*. Hear that, Lawyer people?! I DON'T OWN THEM DAMMIT! Heh…maybe Xelloss' shadow should eat them [Shameless plug: The last comment was a reference to AmethystAngel's "The S Files". Go read them, they're funny! And while you're at it, go visit her Hamlet: The Manga site. I guarantee a laugh.]
Warning: If you don't like self-inserts, don't read. This isn't even a real one, since I just smacked my name on the newbie. (I'll admit it, I like Zel lots. But I really was too lazy to make a new name. Honest! Iyaaa! Put down the pitchforks!) And…eto…blood? Not to mention that I don't have a sense of humor. At least that's what I think. If you think otherwise, I appreciate it?
Reviews: I'll make kawaii sad puppy eyes and cry forever and ever if you don't review! Just a sentence will do!
Flames? Or does the author have an allergy to them?: Bring 'em on. They're funnier than my stories.
Now for the fic! IKKUSEI!
His mind drowned. The pain was breaking him in, exerting control over his slightest thoughts and movements. He struggled with all his will, but that too was being smashed and shattered. The mind inside began to fracture. It felt as if hands had invaded his skull, cold hands tearing, ripping, and seizing…
~No, please. Please! I know what you want to do. No!~
His stomach lurched in a tide of nausea, his heart pounded wildly at his chest. The body trembled, the mind held on, yet the hands continued purging and clutching memories. He wanted to reach out with strength he was loosing. They were stealing, yes, stealing him away. Nothing could save him but death alone, and death was what he craved…
~Anything, anything—but don't do this to me!~
With a final vicious separation his mind was sealed, imprisoned outside himself. The red heat spread through cold fingertips, cold veins, and cold eyes. His eyes burned with it, clouding his vision, tinting it crimson…
~The pain! My body, let go of my body! Stop it! STOP!~
From the bloodied blackness above, a sliver of whiteness caught his attention. It bobbed, swayed, riding a breeze he no longer felt. His disembodied consciousness died in bondage as it looked on. The white blur cut through his reddened glare. Throbbing inside him, a command to dance, a loyal puppet on his master's strings…
1 ~Weak. So weak. Must kill…kill…~
The arms jerked. The throat growled. Each beat of his heart, controlled as the rest of his cursed body, sang of the primal urge to destroy. The flash of his blade slid through the noiseless white. There could be no resistance to his master's dance. He felt the familiar resistance of a body against sharpened steel. A snapping crack of pain down his spine returned his dislodged mind to its home, temporarily stunning him. But now…
~Not her. Oh L-sama, not her!~
He collapsed onto the ground as his vision cleared itself of his master's sickening hate. Beside him lay the fruit of Rezo's cruel handiwork, a graceful body inert on the ground. Slender arms shone pale against the blackness, alabaster lain against black velvet. Deep blue- violet eyes drained of the sparkle he lived for, her white hair shone against the dark. The only red remaining glared from his sword edge, dark like the wound near her heart. Cries battered the gates of his throat without relenting. He held her against his chest like a drowning man would. What had he done? What had he done!
Zelgadis screamed…
Mou! A cliffhanger! What an evil bitch am I! DEAL WITH IT, NO DA!
--Yukishiro Megs
