Chapter 7: Cracked Part II
Miyuki groaned as a thundering shock pulsed through his head. Eijun helped reseat him in his chair. "Miyuki-sama, is there something the matter? This has been occurring for two days now."
The bespectacled man offered no answer, instead pulling the brunette in his lap and trapping him in an unbreakable embrace. "No, n-nothing's wrong. Just please, please… stay by my side."
The maid nodded as his master began to undue his dress. "Certainly, Miyuki-sama."
Haruichi smiled as he saw a familiar blonde in the sweets aisle of the supermarket. "Mei!"
Said teen turned around and waved. "Yo, Haruichi-kun. How's it been?"
"Fine. You?"
"Nothing interesting really happens at my master's place. That's why I usually come up and shop for no reason. Masa-sama doesn't like it when I spend his money carelessly."
The pinkette laughed, then stopped as a thought dawned on him. "Haven't you gotten used to being underground? It's so much better, quieter and you get everything you could possibly want. Youichi-sama is the best."
Mei shrugged, placing several bags of Nerds in his basket. "I know, but, I sorta miss being on the surface. It's brighter and full of life. I love my master and everything he does for me, but… I don't know, honestly. I guess I got so used to it that I began to realize what I'm really missing. Plus, everyone here used to know me. Now they pretend that I'm a complete stranger. In a freaking dress, by the way."
Haruichi rose a brow in confusion. "Why can't you just escape? You have the chance while you're on the surface."
"I can't," the blonde said with distress, jumping up to reach a pack of Hershey's milk chocolate. The pinkette stood being him, blocking the attractive sight from the staring men. Mei thanked him. "I just can't," he continued. "For some reason, I feel like I'm not in control of myself. That I can never leave my master. Forever. Like I'm trapped in this seductive world that I'll never be able to escape. Haven't you felt like that before?"
"Only once, but n-not really. Well, I have to go now. See you later, Mei!"
Mei gave him a peace sign. "Bye!"
Kuramochi smirked as Haruichi came into his gaming room and sat between his legs. He wrapped his arms around his waist and resumed playing Tekken 6. "Hyaha! Beat his ass, Asuka!"
The pinkette suddenly began to breathe faster, catching his master's attention. "Haruichi? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just feel a bit sick, that's all."
The former shortstop reluctantly paused his game and dropped the controller, feeling his maid's forehead. "You're hot. I should put you in bed. It is getting kinda late, too."
Haruichi allowed himself to be carried in Kuramochi's arms and led to his room. Placed in bed, he clung to the sheets. Before the green-head left, he spoke. "Youichi-sama…"
"'Sup?"
"I-I have a question. My friend, Narumiya Mei that I met at the supermarket, he told me that he couldn't escape from his master, even if he tried. I'm just wondering… what does it feel like to be trapped in a world of perfection? Do you know?"
The green-head remained silent, his eyes widening with concern. He gulped, his throat becoming dry. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Haruichi. Don't ask me that ever again. Ever. Ya hear me?"
The pinkette sunk in his sheets, slightly dissatisfied with the answer he'd least expected. "Yes," he drawled.
"That's a good boy," Kuramochi honeyed. He walked over to his servant's bed and ruffled his hair, placing a kiss on his lips. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Youichi-sama."
Eijun wasn't surprised when he saw Miyuki's oval mirror half broken. "I wonder what Miyuki-sama was doing that made it shatter so much."
Then everything went haywire.
As soon as the maid carefully placed his finger on a section of broken glass, ominous dark energy sprouted from the mirror and got sucked into his heart.
Eijun felt as if his body were on fire. He trembled, which was strange, then fell to his knees and began to breathe harder.
Suddenly, his body was encased in purple flames. He screamed, for as they burned like crazy. His heart was stretching and tearing; a painful sensation as more of the dark energy poured in and out of his soul. It was both forcing its way out and forcing its way in. He clasped his hair in pain, gasping as the agonizing pang in his heart doubled. Saliva leaked out from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his dress. He opened his eyes wide as possible, his pupils flickering between light and dark. His fingers viciously dug into his scalp, his fingernails starting to become outlined in blood. "AHHHHHH! M-MIYUKI-SAMAAAA! G… AHHHHH! IT HURTS! S-STOP! MY HEART CAN'T! NGH!"
Distressfully looking back at the mirror, Eijun noticed the shades of his pupils fighting for dominance. Light; full of life, and darkness; hollowness and rid of emotion.
The purple flames enhanced and all of the brunette's bearings flew upward, unleashing a tornado of harsh wind around Miyuki's room.
"AHHHHHH! G-GAH… Ah…"
The dark energy finally calmed, putting the maid out of his misery. He fell on his side, breathing heavily as smoke fumed from his body.
Miyuki burst into his room with alarm, his eyes widened in terror. "SAWAMURA!"
He gasped. Connecting the pieces mentally, he sprinted over to the limp body on the floor, carefully avoiding the shards of glass under him. The bespectacled man rolled Eijun onto his back and sighed in relief. "Sawamura! Are you okay?! Are you hurt anywhere?! Why did you come in here without my permission?! I warned you not to do that! Did you touch the mirror? What happened? You look like you've been through Hell a million times and back! Why is your body so hot?! Why are your fingernails bleeding? Why does your skin have marks on it? Why are you shivering? Why did you touch the mirror for?!"
Eijun slowly put his index finger on his master's lips, instantly stopping the waterfall of questions. "Ne, M-Miyuki-sama," he said, a small and awkward smile tugging at his lips. "How does it feel like, being trapped in a world of ecstasy that you could never escape, no matter how hard you tried? Hmm? What feeling does it give, knowing that you could never sever the bond between you and someone, even if you w-were forced to?"
Before Miyuki could respond out of fear, the brunette's eyes closed, drifting off into a deep slumber.
The mastermind was horrified. But at the same time, his heart was prancing around with slight joy. What he dreaded was near, and what he deeply wished for since the very beginning was arriving in full speed.
He reminisced the state of his servant's eyes before they shut.
At a deadlock.
Half filled with light, half filled with darkness.
"His soul… is partially reviving…"
CRACK!
Pieces of glass shattered on impact with the wooden floor.
"It's not… finished yet…"
I feel like I'm ending the story so fast, but I don't want to! I want to make this as slow as possible so you can SUFFER FROM CONFUSION! Try connecting the pieces and see if you can figure out why Eijun was feeling darkness when he touched the mirror. Hint: Personality.
