Second Chapter whoo! this story i'd like to think isn't conventional so it'll skip around but bear with me please? well here chapter 2 :)
Gomenasai
Sunlight shone brightly and warmly on that beautiful spring morning, birds that had been silenced through the harsh cold winter returned with their melodious glory. Children were heard laughing and chattering amiably running around and splashing in a huge luxurious garden, while older adults walked regally around its perimeter in a fashion that dignified respect and attention- even from the younger ones who bowed at their every encounter before scurrying off to do their tasks. There was one man in particular, who strode confidently, tall and strong in stature with waist length hair tied carefully in the small of his back that commanded the most attention, although he seemed to scowl at the world through tight lips. As he walked slowly through the garden his eyes surveyed the rancorous children and came to rest on a boy in particular with his back to him. A quirky expression flitted across cold eyes for a brief moment before turning his attention past the boy and proceeding to walk into and down a grand and lavishly decorated corridor that started out with a variety of colorful paintings, sculptures and plants and open walls from which the laughing children could still be seen by. The man paid no attention and continued to walk down the corridor. By and by the surrounding aura of the place changed as the open walls disappeared to big blank white walls with the paintings and plants growing scarcer and more far apart. The pictures themselves seemed to loose their vibrant colors slowly turning greyer and darker. The distance valleys, and high mountains that were usually portrayed had changed to depict grizzly scenes of battles and death. It seemed that the darkness within the paintings had seeped into the walls drenching them in a deep blood red color. Scrolls now hung from the walls hissing taunts and threats; Strength, courage, ferocity, and other such words, stopping in front of an impervious sheet of smooth black paper doors. They opened slowly and softly with a scuttling noise akin to scattering rats.
The room enclosed between the two doors was no different from the hallway outside. It was certainly no more brighter. The only light that seemed to drift through was the light that was forced through rectangular slits of fabric that blazed along the ceiling. The floor was up of long thin planks of wood that were brightly polished smooth like glass.
In the middle stood a man, proud, fierce, and empowered with a hard face, and colder eyes. He stood over towering over a small dark heap on the ground. Distain, disbelief, danger, and arrogance shown in his sinister dark eyes.
"Get up," he ordered. His voice was smooth, cold as his eyes, full of authority and with a menace edge. The heap on the ground stirred ever so slightly. Anger flashed across his face.
"Are you defying me?" he asked in a deadly voice.
"N-n-no f-fa-ather," a tiny voice squeaked from somewhere inside the heap, distant and feeble, anger exploded across his face and his voice cut across like a whip
"Get up!" He barked the command and very slowly the heap began to get up and dismantle itself to reveal a small child, with huge blank lavender eyes, scarcely breathing, her face strained with weary exhaustion. Rudely, forcefully, painfully, the man leapt to strike the child in the center of her small frame, there was no sound of reproach, or defense as his arm collided. The body slammed onto the opposing wall with a sickening thud, and the child slumped to floor.
"You are weak" the man spat, glaring hard at the child on the floor with his blank icy glare. The small child moved, and with all the strength she could muster began to move across the floor crawling painfully, until she collapsed. Moving once more she struggled with making her legs obey her and stood up, shaking uncontrollably.
"Stand up. keep your guard up!" he spat. Ashamed to be giving the reminder and with acute disgust he looked at the kid who raised her head ever so slowly to meet his piercing stare. His eyes narrowed, loathing etched into every line on his face and wordlessly flew at her again. This time, seeing him approaching her arms came with great strength in a feeble defensive move.
It didn't help.
His arm connected with hers and swept her away fast and powerful, there was no time to doge, no time to react as she was hit once again and fell to the ground like a discarded rag and lay without moving. Disdainfully the man walked over to stand above the collapsed girl. His eyes looked her over once and he spoke once more, his anger reigned in, yet in a hash soft deadly tone, his voice rising above a whisper slightly, yet everyone in the room was able to hear him.
"You are a disgrace. Unfit for the task your birth has set upon you. Go. Get out of my sight."
He turned and proceeded to leave the room not sparing remorse or a backward glance to the fallen girl. A woman who had witnessed the entire spectacle crossed the room and came to the girl, bowing reverently to the man she proceeded to gather her. Taking care to produce no further injury then the ones the previous man had caused her she gently picked her up in her arms.
"Go…" it was soflt, fleeting, barely a whisper, the attendant wasn't sure at first if she had even heard it. Surely she didn't hear it. To answer her thoughts the girl spoke even softer than before.
"Gomena…" was this girl for real? Whas she mad? The attendant stopped and gazed shocked and the nearly dead girl she held.
"Gomenasai." Sorry? for what? she had no fault in what destiny gave her, but she had already fallen into the black pit where darkness held her in its waiting embrace.
Flame?
Rave?
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