Reflection

Pupp3t Mast00r Original Story

Disclaimer: Me no own, you no be dumb.

Warning: I don't know…

Inspiration: You will NEVER believe this… Bear in the Big Blue House. I swear it was like... shocking to me.

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I looked down at the water, carefully examining all the flaws that outlined my face. I tilted my head to the left and watched my long brunette hair follow. It waved down my face, concealing the left side and revealing the right side. My brown eyes looked hollow and empty. I knew why too. My inspiration had left me; it left my mind and thoughts, leaving me blind and alone. The darkness never felt cold or lonely, but inviting and comforting. The pain I felt when I looked around me was what fueled my quickly retreating mind to fall into a never-ending depth of aloneness. That pain was something I could easily define, being of no naivety within my 12-year-old mind. I knew much more then my favorite, but involuntary, lurkee, who was more naïve then I had liked. But he was always so cute, it was easy to see past his inexperienced exterior and see something else.

But, back to my reflection. It showed the hollow eyes of one who lost something very dear to them, as if a little child had come across a fawn, only to have the lithe creature flit out of sight. I grabbed the water, feeling it pool in my palm before slipping out of reach, leaving my tightly clutched hand empty and cold.

'Darkness', I mused, 'something to not be afraid of, something, that if viewed as hollow and cold, is. Darkness is what the viewer believes it to be. How do I view it? Open and inviting… a way to find a better path. Even in the darkness, light is found. Light is what came out of darkness. Light spawned from the darkness, did it not? For, in the Bible, and in popular, and unpopular, religious lore, the world started as but a dark and endless void. Or related to a void as such. But, an all-powerful being came into being, possibly shaped from the ever-shifting darkness; this all-powerful being is the light. And his creation are the light expanded. It's the logical way to view the world'

Coming at the end of my musings on darkness I shifted my ever-thinking mind to the lurkee. The one I spied on from my misty plane, the one that had brunet, gravity defying spikes, and sky-blue eyes. From my research, his parent named him well. 'Sora.' I purred, elongating the 'a'. Then again, I had always felt a certain connection to him, not in a lovers way, in a guardian way. In a way, that I felt so certain that I'd destroy anyone who came within an inch of Sora's personal space. In a way, that I was calling myself his guardian angel. 'Although, I am hardly to be called an 'angel'', I mused, laughing harshly to myself. I just felt as if this boy was my own, as if my own flesh and blood. I've often wondered if it was my own maternal instincts kicking in, but then again, being as young as I am, it wouldn't be likely.

Now, done with my lurkee's musings I moved away from the water, tearing my muddy eyes from the placid water, and my own rugged expression. I wandered over to the island Sora and his green-eyed enigma sat on. I knew only that they thought, long and hard, about other worlds. But in the enigma's eyes I saw something other then thoughts flowing in there. Sora might've been naïve, but I had grown out of it and plainly saw the desire and longing on the enigma's face, etched so lightly in his preciously carved features. Part of my close examination had been from being more experienced and knowledgeable in such longings, part from examining the enigma's angel face and tracing the carefully designed flesh, part from my own female instincts. We could tell without a doubt, but our mind had shut down the unknown after man began to fear it.

From the way Enigma's eyes lingered softly over my Sora's tanned flesh and boy-ish features, I knew without a doubt that Enigma's longing was for my sky. I sat down next to the brunet and tapped him lightly on the shoulder; he tapped his middle finger in response. I leaned in to whisper to him, and he flinched from the sudden cold that I brought. I winced with pain at the cold I brought to his warm body. Enigma's eyes went wide with concern as he shivered, and something else showed. I was careful to pick it out, but dead afraid to name it. I muttered in Sora's ear, "Lust." I had forgotten what I had wanted to saw before, but I named the emotion I saw in Enigma's eyes. Sora shook his head roughly and Enigma crawled over to my sky.

"Something wrong?" The platinum blonde asked, concern dripping from his words.

Sora looked up at him, his ears not realizing how much concern dripped from those words, "I'm fine, it's cold though, Riku." I breathed down his back, causing him to shiver deliciously. The enigma's eyes again showed mixed emotions, the one emotion I had mentioned before grew. I had only guessed why and hoped he had more depth then that. Surely he felt Sora's importance besides a fuck-toy that shivered and moaned beneath him? I narrowed my eyes and stood up, walking over to Enigma (my given name to Riku) with a sway in my hips. I caressed his chin and looked seductively over at Sora, a small pout evident on his plump lips, and an emotion, 'Jealousy' flashing in his eyes. I grinned and let my hand slip to my side. I turned around and sat besides Riku, causing him to shiver with the cold.

"It is cold Sora. For a minute I figured you were delirious!" Enigma stated with a small laugh.

Sora's pout became more evident and he made a small 'humph!' noise in the back of his throat.

I grinned, "Oh, dear Sora, Riku just wants to tease you. No harm in that right?" My words dripped with something that startled me. I tried to place it, but failed.

I watched Riku crawl over to the huddled brunet and sit down besides him. I saw him hesitate before deciding it was best to keep strictly, 'Hands off' and lounged against the tree with hands behind his head. I tilted my head and Sora winked his right eye. I snorted and Sora blinked. Unspoken words passed between us, but our only audience member had closed his green eyes and dreamt about dreams. I wondered what they were, and I motioned to Riku with my eyes. Sora followed my gaze until his blue eyes rested on Riku. The brunet locks tilted to a side and blue eyes examined his friend critically.

Riku opened one eyes under Sora's gaze, "Wha?"

Sora shrugged, not very sure why he head been staring, "I dunno. Just something."

Riku opened both eyes to gaze at his friend, confused and slightly disturbed. I muttered a string of curses, could either of them see the intense love each felt towards the other? I shouted at the top of my lungs, "You like each other, assholes!"

Sora shot daggers at the place where I sat, I stared back, narrowing my eyes and snorting. Riku raised an eyebrow, sensing a slight change in the air. Only Sora had enough power to see me, or I had just revealed myself to him easily, but either way, Sora was the only one who noticed my shouting. Riku felt something, but then again so would everyone else within a few feet. I was thoroughly confused at this, because given Riku's cat-like grace and… 'glow' (he gave off catty senses), I figured that he could've heard me. One, cat's felt my talk and touch, two, he seemed to dwell in the darkness, where I dwelt, and third, if someone like Sora could hear me when I wasn't concealing myself, why couldn't Riku? Sora could slightly feel me when I concealed myself, but I preferred seeing my… body.

If one could call it that. More like a shell that I obtained whenever I felt the need to be… human. My 'body' was wolf-like in the sense I sported a wolfy tail and ears, highly developed sense, both mentally and physically, and large canines. I had a whole hand of gold, my fingers golden talons that were longer and stronger then my normal ones. And my form was usually very pale; my touch caused those nearby to shiver. In ecstasy, cold, or something else, I did not know.

I could easily interact with the physical plane. I never dwelt in the mental plane, but I did dwell in the darkness where I brooded and mused on my dark thoughts. Enigma seemed to do the same.

The two friends conversed about traveling to other places. I caught something about, "Building a raft…" and I gracefully stood and swaggered over to the pair. I slipped a arm around Riku's neck and ran a teasing tongue over his earlobe. Riku moaned mentally and it reverberated across the airwaves. I could hear it, but all Sora could hear was his own dying sentence. He stared at me and I stared back, a lazy but… seductive look in my eyes. I swung up and over behind Sora and drew a lazy finger across his back. He arched his back and moaned in coldness. Riku watched and his eyes grew wide, "Sora?"

Sora snapped back to his senses and looked at Riku, "Yes?"

Riku opened his mouth but closed it quickly. "Do... Do you want to… move? It seems a bit… chilly out here…" He finished lamely. I chuckled to myself.

"He could do better then that." I whispered in Sora's ears.

Sora quickly nodded and slid off of the tree, Riku following behind. They leapt off the island and made their way back to shore. I cursed and promised to give Sora a better talking to when he went to bed that night. I leapt down off the tree and island in one motion and quickly strutted over to the pair, following them until they reached their destination. That night though, my talking to would be thoroughly interrupted by an unwelcome visitor.

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Author Notes: This turned out a LOT different then I expected. I dunno what happened, I wanted to write a one-shot but it turned into an angsty and disturbed piece. One that'll continue on into a very long piece. As mentioned before, I got the idea from Bear in the Big Blue House. And it involved into my own obsession with my hair, (which is my OOC character's hair) and my Furcadia character's renovation, and inspiration from a story where the narrator is dead. I wanted it to be interchangeable between a fanfiction and a fiction. It's slightly mysterious and deviously creative. It also shows the other side of what I wish to be, outgoing and unafraid to be who I want to be. I really like it! Review please! More RikuxSora action later on, but it'll be awkward, for the lurker and I.

Grammar Notes: Lurkee is my own word; it's not listed in Google Dictionary or Wikipedia. It simply means the one that the lurker is… lurking.