"Hey, Neah?" He called, crouching so they were at the same eye level.
"Why not turn me into a matyr?"
Neah stared at him, gasping and bleeding, he couldn't believe that he was having this conversation with his friend at this moment.
"Even though you hate it so much?"
"You. . ." He says, stalking towards them with an ever so sweetly smile and honeycomb eyes.
He tilted his head to the side, a large broadswoard in his hand, grating the floor beneath while the other was on his hips. They tensed up as their surroundings changed into something akin to the world of midnight, darkness starts to envelopes them from all the eyes that could see. The only light that they could identify was the dull hum of their weapons and the eyes of their enemy, like molten gold. . .a rich shade of caramel.
Weapons raised and ready, they now know from the very beginning that they are going to loose.
"You dare attack me?" The other's voice was so sickly sweet, the tone dripped, like honey.
They gulped, unsure of what to do as they faced off the leader of their enemy.
"Mana. . .?" A sudden child's voice called along with the soft creak of wood. They realize it was a door of sorts, and the other end of it was a child.
Or at least they thought it was a child, with the silver hair of his.
The child starred at them, watching the black robed people with a mixture of confusion and surprise. His eyes lid up, examining the intruder wearily before he stepped in, making the door close with a soft click. He hesitantly walk in, stopping only after a few steps.
"Who are these people? Why is your room like this? Why are you even in your room and not in the kitc-"
The exorcist wanted so much to move, to attack, to escape. But they can't. Somehow this scene that was unfolding was so mesmerizing, it was hypnotizing them. It was as if someone put a spell on them to be bound.
The other figure walks towards the child slowly, letting go of his broadswoard but much to their surprised, it stayed in it's position. Unmoving from where it was left.
"You're not Mana. . ." Allen said, as if to himself. He looks up at his brother figure that was walking towards him, walking back as he shake his head. "You're not Mana!" He spoke again, more strongly this time. Now stopping, he met the other's gaze with curiosity.
"Who are you?" Allen ask, not braking his stare at the other figure. Even when they are only a few inches apart.
Mana(or whoever it was) stepped closer to the child, crouching so they were of the same height. "I'm sorry Allen. . ." He had said with such a sad smile adorned on his face. It did not suit him.
"But. . ." He continued, waving a hand in front of Allen's face, and the child immediately fell limp into his arms. "I can't answer that."
He hug the limp body in reassurance, giving a kiss on the child's forehead. And gently, he stood up, carrying the child in one of his arm while the other was to hold his weapon.
"Now then. . ." He continued, standing up with Allen in his arm, sleeping ever so soundly. "Let's continue,"
"Ahhh. . Ahhh. . ." Allen find himself breathing.
A figure. . .a child. . .children sat in front of him, crossed legged on a surface of ice and the other at the edge of the frozen lake.
One of the child was somewhat familiar to him: silver eyes like his own and hair the colour of mahogany.
"Who are you?" He ask, driven by curiosity. Wanting to know who they were.
The red haired child tilt his head to the side, his face blank as if he did not expect to be questioned as such. "I'm Red!" He answered simply, in a lilting tone, fading and rising.
And something clicked inside him: Red. The Cursed Child.
"Who are you?" He ask to the other child who was sprawled at the edge of the frozen lake, examining a lock of his hair. The other child reacted to his voice, rolling over so he was lying on his stomach rather then his back.
"Me?" He question, uncertain if he had heard right. No one ask question here, especially if it was intended at him. "I'm Useless," He answers, voice devoid of any uncertainty.
Useless. The Burden.
Allen frowned at the name, squinting his eyes to focus more on the child who was rather far away. "Useless is not a name." He says in a matter-of-factly tone.
The blue eyes child tilted his head to the side, seemingly confuse of this new knowledge. "It isn't?" He ask, surprise apparent in his tone.
"No. . ." He shook his head.
"Oh," The child continued, dropping his head in a depress manner. Sad that he ne longer has a name "Then what is?" He ask, voice barely above a whisper.
"Blue! Why not Blue!" He exclaimed as he didn't want to upset the child. Why? He didn't know, he just don't want to.
"Blue. . .?" The child said to himself, sounding unsure to that. He glance up, meeting with the other's starre. "Blue!" The child exclaimed, his mood immediately went for the best.
"You're Red," He pointed at the silver eyed child who immediately perk from his bored state. "And you're Blue!" He exclaimed, now pointing a finger at the blue eyed child who cheered along with him.
"What about you?" Red ask between the sudden frenzy, quite straightforward actually.
Me? I'm. . .I'm. . .
"I'm Nothing. . ." He answered without missing a heartbeat.
"You can't be Nothing," Blue says defiantly, flailing his arm in the air as an act of defiance. "If I can't be Useless then you can't be Nothing!"
"I guess it's fair. . ." Red said slowly, turning back his glance from Blue. "Then you'll be. . ."
"Silver!" They both cried at the same time, it was as if they were telepathic.
The Silver Child. The Dearest Child.
They had decided. It truly fits him best.
"So Red, Blue and Silver, huh?" He ask rhetorically in an amused tone. "What brings us all here together?" Silver ask, swaying in his seat. Left and right. . .Left and right. .
"I don't know, we were always here," Blue answered, instead of his counterpart at the other end of the spectrum.
"Then what do you do here?" Silver continues his interrogation, stressing the word 'what'.
"Existing," Red answered and Blue him in agreement. Simply existing. "We are broken parts who were forgotten a long time ago, you see. . ." Red trailed off, sending Blue a look for him to continue.
"Basically, we do nothing more then exist," Blue says casually, as if it were nothing more then doing your homework.
"That's all?" Silver still continue to ask, an eyebrow raised, though it was hardly noticable as his hair curtained his face.
"What?" Red ask, quite loudly in fact.
"Is that the only thing that you wanted to say?" Silver continued, still swaying nonchalantly.
"Like what?" Blue ask, eyebrows scrunched in uncertainty.
"Well, I been questioning you for a long time. . ." He trailed off.
"Then. . .What are you doing here?" It was Red that ask first, a surprise actually since he didn't expect for him to break the ice at first.
Silver blinked in surprise, finally still in his seat. "Huh? I don't know. . ." He muttered, but still loud enough for them to hear.
"Hmmmm. . ." Silver close his eyes, humming. He opened them slowly, eyes a hazy white when it hits a certain angle. "Why is it frozen?" He ask, not wanting to end the conversation any sooner.
"The lake?" Red question again, so that he wouldn't be wrong of what he heard.
"Yes," He answered without hesitation.
"It's a boundary, separating us from the rest," Red frowned, shifting a bit in his seat. After all, it was he the one who was sitting on the frozen lake, might as well answer the question regarding it.
"Who?" Silver ask, curiosity piqued.
"They are sleeping, but once they woken up we are told to console them, I guess," Red answered but at the same time, seem to be tiptoeing around the matter.
Silver was more interested at who had given the order. "Who told you?" He ask, leaning forward for the answer.
"I don't know, we just know," Red answered, now scowling a little
"But. . .we are told to strengthen the boundary. . .to make sure it stays. . ." Blue says suddenly, not wanting to be left out from the conversation. "It once almost broke once and the other side was almost breached. . ."
"Hmmmm. . .okay, I guess. . ." Silver reply, no longer interest. It was quite obvious actually, that they won't answer his actual question soon.
"What about you?" Blue ask, trying to start another conversation. He was bored actually, simply sitting here, while his other companion was an introvert jerk.
"I guess. . .nothing. . .I was just here. . .hmmm. . .was I always here?" Silver says in a dulcet tone, uncaring and uninterested. Just for the sake of mannerisms.
"No, you just arrived. . ." Blue trailed off, seeing as the other was now lying on the floor. He sigh, rolling so he was now lying on the side. He stared, disinterest as Red starts drawing incoherent markings on the surface of the ice.
Silence. It was pure bliss.
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he tried to lull himself into slumber.
Suddenly, there was another presence, a sign of some sort. He opened his eyes, -eyes of midnight hues- nearly catching his breath at what he was seeing.
There was a door not far for them, standing there with all it's pristine glory. Though it was quite disappointed that it wasn't him.
Even though it was the first time they seen it, but somehow, within their deep conscious, they know what's going on. It was hard to explain, but it was as if they were hardwired already. Automatic.
"I guess I have to go," Silver grunted as he pushed himself into a standing. He swayed slightly, as if from all the time imitating the movement of wheat, he had finally become one. "Bye guys!" He says, trying to sound excited but how flat his tone was, it didn't fool anyone.
"Bye-Bye!" Blue says as he waved his hands, still flopped at the edge of the lake.
"See you soon silver!" Red too said his goodbye, but still, his eyes were on the picture that he had drew on the ice.
He sigh, flopping himself on the ice, not even flinching at it's coolness.
"Looks like it's just the two of us again. . ."
Allen woke up with a throbbing headache, but at least this time, he was actually awake.
You know, by this point of a story, most authors would have revealed something major. But sorry, I'm the type that likes to add more mystery but won't explain them later on so you'll have to think it yourselves. And that's were reviewing comes into play.
The hell! Why does the US lets their children drive at the age of 16 while my country has to wait till I'm 20? It's now fair! Huh! I give up.
So. . .sorry if I made any mistakes at writing this. I know that I'm not he best writer and all but I'm trying. Please review if you have any criticism, compliments or just want to strike up a conversation. I'll appreciate it if you do that.
With love,
Mana