I died.
My soul left my body and up to heaven I flew.
Okay so I'm dramatizing everything but it felt like I literally died. Maybe not to heaven but I died. My heart stopped and my blood ran cold. I couldn't turn around. My ears were pounding and my mind was swirling with different ways to escape my fate. Of course, none came to my attention.
Without turning around, I answered the voice behind me. "Yes, what do you want?"
He chuckled darkly, his voice a soft sinister laugh that sent chills down my spine. It was an evil chuckle, the kind that surrounds you and haunts you. The one that slithers down your spine and into your body, clutching your heart in a tight deadly grip. It hurt, but it was also intoxicating. And the same man who sent that painful chill answered me with a question. What nerve. "Don't you think it's polite to look someone in the eyes when you talk to them?"
What am I to say in this type of situation? Oh, well you seem to literally be the man of my dreams and the center of my X rated sex dreams. Nice to finally meet you in person. Now if you don't mind, let's go somewhere private. …Yeah, I don't think so. One, this man might sound, act, and even look the same, but like the other me in the dream, he could be another him. Oh hell, I'm just confusing things.
With a large intake in breath, I turned around and faced my fears.
I lied, I died once more.
SXC
4:45pm
"So tell me Ciel-kun, what grade are you in now?" The devil asked as he rested his arm on the window frame, his other hand holding the steering wheel straight. I crossed my arms and glared out the window, making sure I was in no way pouting.
"And why would you need to know that?"
The demon sighed and brushed his long raven strands back from his face, only for them to fall back into place. I watched all this, but reverted my gaze back to the window when his piercing red eyes met mine. "I know you miss your great grandfather but you don't need to be so rude. It hurts you know."
I snickered silently to myself, hoping the demon didn't hear. "I never knew demons could feel."
"Excuse me?"
I waved my hand and glared at him through the reflection of the window. "Nothing, but to answer your question, I'm in tenth grade."
The demon was quiet shocked, "Oh, but aren't you fourteen? You just turned fourteen two months ago right?"
"If you know, why do you ask?" I particularly snapped at him. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not usually this prissy with other people, even if they do annoy me, but this demon somehow had a way to stick a log in my ass. The demon sighed again and I felt my heart skip a beat. His voice was killing me. "Ciel-kun, why do you hate me so much?"
Oh maybe because every night I find you in my dreams either pounding me into the bed or ruining my life. Please, choose which sounds more appropriate for my anger.
Ok, so I'm overreacting and I know that but it's almost the truth. I might not have met the man in real life but he was there in my dreams. And though I loved him in my dreams, I also hated his guts. I never really found out why the other me held a small loathing for the demon.
I guess it wasn't something I found important to try and search my dreams for. They weren't memories so I couldn't do that.
Memories? I can swear on my great-grandfathers grave that when I have those dreams, they do feel like memories, but like the other me in the dream, they didn't feel like my memories. When I tried to go too deep into the dream, it feels like I'm over stepping my boundaries, I'm intruding private area. I wake up with migraines so I simply just stopped. What was the point really. They didn't feel like mine anyways so there was no point in going any deeper. They were just dreams.
Right?
SXC
7:06pm
"What's your favorite color?"
"Red."
"What's your favorite book?"
"Are we seriously going to play twenty questions?" I snapped angrily as I took a large spoon of soup and slurped it quietly.
The demon snickered as he took a small sip of the soup and cleared his mouth with a large sip of wine. "Well, more like thirty questions but if you want to play twenty questions that's fine with me."
I growled at the man sitting far on the opposite end of the table. "You bastard, why do you have to be such a smartass?"
The man frowned lightly. "Look Ciel, lets stop this right now. I don't know what I have done to get you so angry but I think I have a right to know. From the moment I said hello you've been rude to me and it's unfair."
For a second, I felt like a total dick.
His face looked down and his posture was no longer straight and poised. He stared down at his own wine glass and sighed before slowly raising his beautiful red eyes toward me. His eyes silently pleaded for a answer and I felt my heart skip a beat. I sighed and chugged down my water and glared at the man.
"Look I'm sorry I don't mean it. With the stress at school and with my great-grandfathers sudden death, I've started to ash out on you. I apologize."
Good enough lie. I'm pleased.
I stare at the man to realize he wasn't buying it for a minute. He stares me in the eye, silently demanding a better response. Damn him and his eyes. Damn them to hell…I'm pretty sure he's already gone there and back.
I stand up from my seat and sigh. "I'm sorry. Really I am."
"What's really wrong Ciel? If you have problems at school I can help. I was a tutor once and-"
"Stop! I'm sorry ok! Just stop! Stop ruining my life! First in my dreams now in real life! Just stop!" When I found my parents dead, I never cried as much as I did now. The tears streamed out of me and I could not stop them. No matter how many times I wiped them, no matter how many times I willed it them to stop, they kept flowing. Down they went. I could not stop them.
I yelled something I do not remember and I smacked a hand that tried to rest on my shoulder. Arms draped over my body but I used all the strength I had to push them away. I did not someone's pity; I did not want their false love. I just want to be left alone!
"Shush my little demon, I will not harm you."
I was too angry and to depressed to pay attention to his words. Everything he said was incoherent to me at the moment. Warm arms latched onto me again and forced me against something warm and strong. I tried to pull away, but the warmth of the arms where too hard to resist. I punched the flat chest with my fist before finally giving up and hiding my face in the warmth, letting the tears fall where they must. I cried for I don't know how long before everything suddenly went dark and I could no longer feel myself conscious.
SXC
This dream was different.
I'm floating in darkness.
There's nothing or anyone around me.
I am alone.
The darkness was my only company.
It was warm and comforting.
It was very nice…
Clack Clack Clack.
A familiar noise?
Clack Clack Clack.
It was coming closer.
I need to get away.
Clack Clack Clack.
What is that?
I start to run!
Clack Clack Clack.
It's directly behind me.
I need to get away.
Clack Clack. CLACK.
I can't move.
I can't run!
I can't-
"Turn around!"
I can't help it; I turn.
That noise, that voice…was me?
SXC
I had never seen my mate react so badly. His tears cut through my heart, and his sobs broke my soul. I grabbed a hold of him and held him tightly. He fought back but I wouldn't let him. He was my love and he was hurting. I tried to shush him with sweet words but he could not hear me. He fought strongly, punching my chest as hard as his small fists could let him. It didn't hurt. As long as it made my mate feel better.
He screamed one last time before slamming his face into my chest and sobbing even more. My heart ached for him and for a moment, I wanted to scream with him. Why did he hurt so much? Why did he keep it in for so long? If only I was there for him from the beginning. If only I didn't wait to find him.
He soon fell unconscious in my arms and his tears and sobs finally stopped. I picked him up gently before walking out the dinning room and up the stairs to his room. I followed his scent up the stairs and to where it was strongest.
I laid him down softly on the top of his bed before slowly taking his coat and pants off. I grabbed a large shirt from his drawer and replaced it on his body. It was more torture then I ever realized. Not to be able to touch his body. Not being able to mark him for myself. It was torture, and I can't do anything about it.
With a small sigh, I threw a blanket over him and scurried out the room, not trusting myself from taking him.
What he said though interested me.
"Stop! I'm sorry ok! Just stop! Stop ruining my life! First in my dreams now in real life! Just stop!"
Did that mean he dreamed of me? Oh how I hope so.
SXC
"W-who are you?"
"Wrong question, you know who I am."
"Fine, what do you want?"
"First, who am I?"
"You are me and I am you."
"Wrong. Who am I?"
A/N: Oh yeah, finally! I'm not too happy with this chapter but its slowly coming along~! Thanks for reading, tell me what you think! :D