Continuing.
Why?
Because I can. . u.
-Man doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Hoshino Katsura. If it did belong to me, the series wouldn't be quite as angsty. And Chaoji would die when he was supposed to. :D
Again, the italics are Neah's thoughts~
Wow...
My head really hurts...
The young Noah sighed and stretched in the uncomfortable chair. Now that the damned light was turned off and gone, he could see where he was exactly. The room was vast and dark; it looked sort of like a medieval torture room without the torture. And the coal black hair falling into his face wasn't helping him see his surroundings at all.
He huffed irritably, slumping in the seat he was strapped to. His canary yellow eyes scanned the half-visible room, bottom lip sticking out in a small pout. Glancing at both of his bound wrists, Neah struggled in the too-tight hold, hissing quietly in pain when the ropes cut into his skin.
His head tilted back, eyes shutting to the bleak, empty room.
Why did they even use ropes... ?
Why not chains... ?
Or... handcuffs even?
One of his feet tapped on the stone floor, sending a soft, echoing click throughout the room. Neah squirmed in the ropes once more, giving a tiny squeak when the chair tipped back, his eyes opening wide to the darkness.
Luckily, the chair didn't tip far enough to fall, leaving the Noah sitting there, blinking in a startled sort of way. He glanced back, pressing his feet to the floor and tipping the chair just a little, testing himself.
No falling...
A smile graced his lips, pressing his feet to the floor a bit too hard, the chair leaning back dangerously. He yelped softly, trying hard to catch the chair, but just helping it to fall.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...
A dazed Neah blinked up at the ceiling, his headache now much, much worse from the contact with the stone floor. He gave a soft groan, eyes shutting tightly.
Why did I do that?
Well, his struggling had gotten him somewhere. The ropes were now much looser and the young man could just tug his hands from the bonds. He squirmed and wriggled until he was out of the hold and lied, eagle-spread, on the floor, panting softly.
Neah raised his hands, rubbing his palms slowly into his pounding temples. A low sigh escaped his lips, loving the gently pleasing feel, his migraine beginning to diminish.
After a while, he sat up, eyes half-lidded to the dull chamber around him. The Noah's eyes were slightly hazed and his vision blurry from the intense migraine that was currently burrowing its way into his brain.
Well then...
...
Falling did not help.
He let out a small snort at the thought, adding that rubbing his temples hadn't done much either. It was quick, ineffective relief that didn't last longer than a minute or two. Shaking his head, he stood slowly, blinking at the darkness. Neah walked forward for a few moments, soon reaching a sturdy wall of... marble, he guessed.
Well...
That leaves the question of how I get out of here...
He placed his forehead against the cool wall, smiling at the chill of the stone.
That's better...
The Noah sighed softly, looking around once again. His smile widened at the dim sight of a wooden door.
Score~
I made him adorable and childish in this chapter. :D -brick'd-
THERE NEEDED TO BE SOME COMIC RELIEF.
Uhh...
So...
Yeah...
Continue? Delete? What?
Review pleaaaaase~