I needed to write something that was somewhat innocent.....but why does it still feel like a lemon..? o.O'''
Huh....that's weird....
SQUUUUEEE, I'm getting more practice in~ I want to thank everyone for the feedback on my last piece, it made me want to continue to pursue forward and write some more. I'm on Spring Break so I might be able to do a couple of pieces...WELL ANYWAYS, I have absolutely no idea where this came from. It was originally going to be Beat and Salsa and then the whole story changed.....
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Chapter 1: Lost
It was a beautiful and serene morning under the shade of the barren cherry tree. The sun shown brightly with a gay radiance that seemed to usher the flowers up, out of the ground and reach for the sky. A young boy with short brown hair sat with his back against the trunk, his bright amber eye's surveying the clouds above with pure curiosity. Despite the pleasant ambiance, the boy was filled with fear. He had lost his way from his best friend Allegretto just a mere day ago and was already miserable, fending for himself ever since.
He began to sift the dirt next to him with a gloved hand. Suppressing a soft whimper, he forced himself up off the ground, patting the back of his coat to rid of the soil clinging to it. His mind was now set, he no longer wished to sit back and wait for someone to find and rescue him. He was going to set out to Ritardando in hopes of bumping into Allegretto again.
With a heavy heart and sense of dread welling in his body, the boy left the safety of the tree and proceeded into the feild. The sun almost immediately warmed him, his clothes giving off a faint, gold glow. He greatly disliked the sound of the grass crunching underneath his boots, the suddenly loud noises appearing eerie to him. He tried to lighten his stride, taking his time and daintier steps.
By the time he had reached the end of the field which opened up into a dense forest, the sky had already faded into a glorious fuscia color, the sun nor clouds no longer visible. The brunette took a glance back from where he came from. The flowers seemed to recede back into the ground, almost wilted in the faded light. The grass crumpled in a sloppy mess from where his feet had traveled.
Moving the brush aside to allow him passage, the boy cautiously set foot into the forest. He lets out startled yelps as the unseen objects pricked and stabbed at his clothing and skin. The light had completely disappeared by now surrendering into a deep darkness. His heart began to race, breathing hitched, and beads of sweat trickling down the side of his face in panic. The dread he felt forced him into running deeper into the forest in a blind fury, panting as the heavy clothing only seemed to be a burden to him now.
Feeling a tug on the sole of his boot, his body was flung forward into the air, falling and tumbling face-first into the murky, forest floor. His body quivered as he heard a dissatisfied grunt from the source that he tripped over. His eye's had not yet adjusted to the darkness and let out a terrified gaps as he felt a tug on the collar of his shirt.
"Well well. Look at what we have here. Another brat that has yet to learn any manners.*
Another brat? What could he possibly mean by that? The voice was unmistakably that of a male, husky and filled with fatigue. Though the grip around his clothing remained dreadfully tight. The boy tried to respond but his words only got stuck in his throat. This only seemed to further frustrate the man as he roughly pulled the boy closer, now being able to feel his warm breathe brush against his neck.
"Well kid? What the hell are you doing out here?" The boy sensed absolutely no emotion in his words, they were bland with no meaning behind them.
"I....I'm lost.....and I'm trying to find my way back to Ritardando." The boy fumbled over his words, no strength in his voice as if he had been drained of it. His teeth chattered inwardly, arms and legs shivering, swallowing a lump in his throat. "Wh-...what about you mister? What are you doing out in this forest at a time like this?"
The boy squeaked as he was abruptly dropped onto the floor, coughing as his breathing returned to normal at the sudden release of his collar. The man simply snorted, avoiding the question at first.
"I do believe that is not any of your business, you little wretch." The details of the man became somewhat more clear to him. He could make out short, dusky hair and an angular face with a monocle poised over his right eye. His clothing was detailed with some sort of pattern and clasped together with buttons, wrapped snugly around his neck in a v-shaped collar. His heart nearly stopped as his eye's fell upon the katana sheath that was hoisted at his felt the man's boot come up and crash against his shoulder, pushing him onto the floor on his back.
"Get lost kid." came the man's irritated growl. "the last thing I was to do is spend the rest of my night babysitting."
A rarely seen rage burned up inside the boy, standing up almost immediately and stamping the floor in irritation. "Hey! I'm not a baby!" He pouted in his anger, the man obviously being able to see his expression as his low chuckle rang through his ears.
"Clearly. Babies can't fend for themselves. And here you are, going around and getting lost, rendering yourself defenseless, talking to strangers alone in the woods whom bear deadly weapons. Yes, of course, your clearly not a baby." The man was still laughing mockingly at him, the boy's face flushing in embarrassment. He dropped to his knee's, hands folded and presented forward as he pleaded.
"Oh please mister! Let me stay with you, at least just for tonight."
"What part of no do you not understand? I said get lost!" He could see the pearly-edged teeth glimmer as the moon reflected off of them, lips raised up in a crooked smile. "Don't think that I won't hesitate to kill you. I don't think I've ever tasted a child's limbs before. I hear their rather tender and just as fun to tear apart."
A child's limbs!? Tear apart!? Who was this freak anyways? The boy backed away slowly, emitting soft, pitiful whimpers of despair. Something seemed to trigger in the man as he did so, his eye's softening which revealed that he still held human emotions. His voice came out low, almost soothing. Though it seemed it was hard for him to get the words out.
"You can...stay with me for tonight..but I want your ass up and out of my sight before I awake." With that said, the man rolled over on his side, letting out a soft groan as if something pained him. The boy eagerly crawled over and hugged his leg which had been propped up slightly, giggling to himself.
"Oh! Thank you so much mister!" At the sound of the older man's hiss, the brunette took his place beside him. Their back's against each other and heads resting against the bark of a tree trunk.
"And stop calling me mister." The man spat, "Your making my feel older than my time." The man then yawned, fatigue returning to his voice. The boy looked over his shoulder, returning his yawn. Suddenly feeling tired and safe with the warm body next to him. The new tree providing him with the familiar comfort and shielding as the barren cherry tree had offered only hours ago.
The boy let out another yawn as he replied. "I'm sorry. My name's 's yours?"
The man let out a soft, contented sigh, murmuring back. "Fugue....my name is Fugue" Beat could feel Fugue's breathing begin to shallow as he slowly drifted into sleep, preventing him from pursuing further with his questions. He placed his hands to the side of his face, proving as a much better pillow than the bark. Slowly letting the whistle of the wind lull him, the darkness dwindling over his mind and senses, consuming him into a dreamless slumber.
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It's a slow start, I know. v.v Hopefully things will heat up later. Dude, Beat's ass is as good as raped......the poor thing...
Mind my profanity~~ I'm so hyper tonight.. o.o
Expect another update sometime soon.