Chapter 2
A thin trail of curled white smoke rose from a cup of coffee. "Good morning," Roppi carefully walked across the carpet and placed a mug on the tableside by Tsuki, who was reading a collection of poems. "I made sure there's two spoons of sugar," he winked. Quietly, Roppi sat beside him on the sofa, scooting closer to the blonde, nudging his left shoulder with his small nose.
Crimson eyes peered out from the labyrinth of words. "Thanks, dear," he smiled and slowly reached for the ear's handle. Curling four fingers on the handle, he raised the rim to his lips and sipped. "Ah… perfect!" He smacked his lips and settled the mug on the table. "What a perfect morning…" he slowly caressed the raven's cheek and left a kiss on the side of his lips.
But he spoke too soon.
The light brown liquid sloshed out of the rim. The hot drink trailed off the mug, off the table, and on the carpet it spread slowly. The liquid stretched far and reached Roppi's toes.
"Damn it!" Roppi jumped off, startled by the heat. He carefully glanced at the furniture and the hanging picture frames—they were all quivering.
"What's happening?" Tsuki stood up and left the opened book on the red sofa. The bookshelf at his right side were vibrating and the books were shaking up, down, up, down, up, down.
Crash!
The pale man rushed out of the living room. A messy pile of cereal, milk, juice, and ceramics were scattered over the wooden floorboards. The tall glass of orange was lying limp along, too.
Thud!
The bespectacled man dashed to the piano set and pulled up the stool. But the picture frames, the ones on the desks, had fallen and crashed, too. Frames were cracked into blocks and little shards were sprinkled over the couple's old pictures.
Cr—cr—cr—crack! Crack!
Tsuki looked up and all around the four walls. Jagged lines, thicker than a spider's web, etched all over the red walls and they continued to grow, like an epidemic with no cure. "Roppi, run outside!" The blonde bellowed from the living room. If it wasn't the walls, it would be the ceiling that made those cracklings. The low hanging lights were already swaying violently.
"T-t-suuuuuuukiiii, can't… run! I can't… stand up! Heeeeeeeelp!" Frightened and shaky, the raven grasped on the doorway as the world quaked beneath his feet.
Plates started to shake from the dispenser and the silverware jittered in the drawers. The dispenser finally opened it plastic arms and the plates, the bowls, the china, the saucers, all came crashing down from the counter and added a bigger mess on the floorboards.
"Haaaaaaang onnn!" He pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose and dashed to the kitchen. "Come on! This house is going to fall!" He tugged at Roppi's jacket and dragged him towards the front door. More shards and crumpled photographs littered the their path. The shoe rack tumbled down and the pairs of shoes were all coated with dust. Tsuki pulled the white door open.
Their red eyes widened with fear.
A splash of reddish-orange clouds hovered above the city. It wasn't just their home that was terrorized. The whole city was rapidly moving in a vertical motion. Different voices all melded into one horrifying ungodly screech of agony. In the whole street, all the lampposts were limp on the cracked sidewalks. The road was covered with running people. The whole city was in chaos.
"But… what's happening?" Roppi called out, but his voice was drowned in the sea of screams. A wave of panic had swept over the citizens. Their ears tried to pick up fragments of their shouts.
"It's the God of Desperation!"
"He's ravaging the city!"
"There's nothing—"
"…gone wrong!"
In the sea of dread-stricken humans, one of them—a tall, dark, intimidating Russian—paused in front of the red-eyed couple. "He wants you!" The man bellowed in a deep voice, pointing at Tsukishima. Then he dashed off along the others.
Tsuki and Roppi looked at each other, confused and frightened. They didn't understand what he meant. The voice continued to scream but it wasn't enough to drown their fears.
"He lost—"
"No hope—"
"Hide!"
~The Hope Left in Your Eyes~
Next chapter: Where will Tsuki and Roppi go from here? Will this be the end of their world and their lives? Til the next chapter!
Walter: Reviews are much loved and appreciated! If there's anything wrong with my grammar, ohmygod, that's embarrassing, really. But it's been months since I last wrote a piece in English, let alone a fanfic. (=n=)
