I don't own beyblde :P
Hi there, my dear folk! What's going on? Here, the pain of year-final exams is going on :P...this hectic college life will kill me one day. Nonetheless, before being dead, here remains the latest chapter of your most favorite (Or most disliked? XD) crime thriller. Enjoy!
It was his kingdom. He was the king. A king who had countless unstable queens. At every night, he changed his queen. Some of them got the honor of an empress, some of them received the disgrace of the bayaderes of French mythology. Some of them came willingly, some of them were forced to please his sexual aspiration. Yes, he ruled there. That's why, nobody was allowed to opine something.
"Riah-Chan," He muffled, "I'm missing you so much. Every night, you used to laze by me. Placing my head on your tender chest, tucking my face between your soft mounds of fleshes, I used to lose myself in the biosphere of bliss. I'm missing the chocolaty taste of your lips. I'm missing your hourglass figure, the touch of your silky pink hair, your quivering voice…."
"My lord?"
In the illusion of alcohol, he stared at the doorway. It was his loyal personal secretary, Fred.
"Fred?" He yawned, "What are you doing here at this night?"
"Pardon me, my lord," He bowed, "As you're feeling alone, I've come here with something which you can enjoy."
"Huh?" The alcoholic guy cocked an eyebrow, "Look Fred, I'm not a gay. So, forget to spend a night with me."
"No no, my lord, don't misunderstand me," Fred bit his tongue, "I mean…..there's a beautiful girl who wants to meet you."
Within a moment, his drowsy eyes became vigorous. Jumping out of the divan, he stood up. All the fatigue in his body dissolved in vanity. The energy of one hundred stallions took place into his body. He interrogated, "Where's she?"
"Here," Fred invoked, "Miss, come in."
In front of the doorway, the lace curtains blew, exposing a pair of bare feet. Their nails were smoothly painted with black nail-polish. The ruddiness of the candle flames offered themselves at her fair feet. With the glamor of her feet, the light was gleamed. The womanizer couldn't help licking his lips at that. Two droplets of saliva dipped on his upper chin.
Soon, the curtains were removed by two soft hands. They were also no less pale than her feet. They were embellished with wristlets and rings made of ruby and gold. Then her appearance was revealed. She owned a figure like an hourglass. Her velvety cherry-colored hair was shining like garnets, blustering with the tempo of the nightly squall. When she opened her eyes, she stunned everyone and everything with the exquisiteness of the sparkles of her black diamonds. A black georgette drape covered from her lower nose to her chin.
Her lavender corset was barely concealing her plump breasts. They were trying to come out overcoming that obstacle. You couldn't see any extra fat cluttering in her stomach. Her white georgette skirt was dancing as the gentle wind continued beating its drums. A snake-shaped silver chocker with a locket of corundum was wrapped around her neck. Two earrings made of iolites were hanging down from her ears. Her forehead was bejeweled with moonstone tiara of four chains, two chains at right and two chains at left. The moonstone increased her beauty like the moon beautifying the nocturnal dark sky. Finally, a red chiffon scarf was enclosed around her slim waist.
'Halelujah!'
The stud couldn't but drop his jaw at her immense daintiness. He forgot all his previous queens. The hungry wolf rose inside him, howling loudly, craving for food. His eyes roamed all over her slender but attractive body structure. Even her deep bellybutton couldn't avoid his attention.
Seeing him awestruck, she wickedly smirked. Gesturing the secretary to leave the room, she took a wine glass. As Fred left the room, she slowly closed the doors. Pouring a little so-called nectar into the glass, she expanded her hand towards the student of Satan.
Smiling, he took the glass. Taking a sip, he licked his lips again. The liquor could have fulfilled his physical thirst…but what about his sexual thirst?
Perhaps, understanding his untold words, she smiled. As a result, she jerked her whole body, raising the restless waves of Pacific Ocean. Spreading her lean arms at her sides, she started dancing.
My heart is killed,
And your sight is the killer,
You're a beauty,
God's own-composed poetry,
Or a destruction?
Your neck belongs to any goose,
And words belong to heaven….
The Xerox copy of Donald Trump finished another glass and sang, yelping:
Oh sweet dish!
Oh deceptive beloved!
Your lover is hurt (Oh wow….)
Will you love me at your gunpoint?
Sometimes show your face…
Little by little, the redhead approached him. Leaning on him, she stroked his cheek. That fueled the fire inside him. Unexpectedly, he grabbed her hair and made her lie down on the bed. Not giving her any chance to get up, the beast grasped her wrists against the bedstead, releasing all the mass of his bearish body on her slim figure.
That was beyond the limit. Her stoic and stern nature couldn't tolerate it. Flames emerged in her eyes. Her cheeks turned reddened. The temperature of her body rose up. Automatically her legs were shrunk, aiming a lower kick at his manhood.
"Ouch!"
A sheer pain was felt by him below his lower abdomen. Knocked off, his back was thumped against the concrete wall. The aggressor didn't let the opportunity go in vain. Popping out the silver dagger of its scabbard, she rushed towards him.
Frightened, the guy held the black 9mm pistol kept on the glass table. Irony, too late he was. The girl had already pierced the blade in his wrist, flinging it at her target.
"Ugh!"
He gasped. Blood gushed out of his artery. He couldn't keep holding the handgun anymore. Slowly, it fell from his shivering hand. Smirking, the redhead kicked the pistol and removed it from the place. Placing her feet on his throat, she hissed, "Rick Anderson, one of the most notorious drug emperors in Japan, aren't you?"
"Um…." He was trying to utter something but his vocal cord wasn't supporting him at all.
"You don't need to toil for that, Mister," She smiled a honeyed smile, "You've just tell me where your beloved partner is and what her intention is."
"I…won't…." Rick barely protested although it didn't work. Innocently chortling, she leaned forward, displaying her cleavage in front of his eyes, penetrating the knife deeper in his wrist.
"Agh!" He groaned.
"So sad thing, Anderson," She mocked, "You're standing before a streaming cascade containing sweet water, you're thirsty enough but you can't drink the water. It hurts, doesn't it?"
"You bitch!" He howled like a street dog, "What….what do you want…from me?"
"Nothing but the current address of your beautiful girlfriend," She clenched her teeth, "Once you help me, I'll help you survive."
"Oh okay…I'm telling….." The American huffed, "She….she's currently in the residence of Salima Saito…..a private investigator….to kill her and her boyfriend…"
"Oh, thanks a lot," She drew out the stiletto as more blood cascaded out, drenching her face completely. Not caring, stabbing it at his forehead, she stood up. Taking the black silk veil and draping it around her attractive figure, she opened the door. With the pulse of seduced airstream, she started racing through the lobbies. At her rhythmic velocity, the candle blazes trembled, the curtains blew, the flowers were ruffled everywhere. Stopping for a while, she put out her anklets and threw them at an open window. They fell down, softly hitting the surface of a plain inlet. Coming out of the building, she stood still because someone called her.
"Enjoyed a lot, Miss?" Someone booed, "Lord Anderson doesn't usually leave someone so soon."
She turned back at the personal assistant. The black-haired young Japanese guy was wickedly grinning at her. Soon she understood what his motive was. She knew when the tiger leaves the uneaten flesh of a doe, the jackals surround the body in order to receive the offerings from their deity. But she had already survived from that beast. How could she let herself be deflowered by the disciple of the Satan?
Simpering, she approached him. Stroking his cheek seductively, she brushed her fingers through his silky gel-applied hair. When the poor boy closed his eyes in amusement, in the speed of whirlwind, she grabbed his hair and thumped it against a pillar. Some of his brain clang to the gypsum column. In front of her eyes, his lifeless body collapsed on the ground.
'Not a single moment anymore,' she mused, 'If I'm late for a picosecond, he may be no more.'
The orb of the night again appeared, peeping at the worldly beings. Following her cordial light, she started running as fast as she could.
The orangette was plodding in the dark highway. There was no vehicle on the road at that time. Sweat drops were trickling down from her forehead. She was panting. Her eyes were wearing a sleepy look. She felt as though someone had tied two bricks of ten kilogram with her two feet. Her lungs were yearning for fresh oxygen. Her throat was longing for a single droplet of water, being as dry as a tropical desert. Dark circles could be seen beneath her aqua-blue eyes. Vapors gathered on her spectacles. She didn't know whether they were there for her sweat or tears. Her cream-colored cheeks were reddened and swelled. Her bloodshot eyes could scare anyone in that very night. She was a regular patient of myopia. The concave lenses of her spectacles were slowly losing their power. She was feeling dizzy. She was about to embrace the ground…
"Thump!"
Two soft, yet strong arms caught her firmly. Though her spectacles landed on the ground, she didn't. Because of being supported by someone, she dared look at her savior. There was the redhead, her best friend, looking at her with concern.
With the same concern of her striking onyx eyes which had been there for her before a long time.
"Salima…." She murmured.
"Shush!" The scarlet-haired girl softly uttered, "What are you doing here? What happened to you by the way? Are you alright?"
"Yeah…" She sleepily responded, "I'll tell you everything. But…..I'm so thirsty now…..can you give me some water?"
"Wait," Salima tenderly clutched the waist of her best friend with one of her hands. With her another hand, she squeezed the shoulder of the spectacled girl. Scrutinizing the environment around them, she discovered a tap attached to a building. Reaching it, she turned it on. Fresh water started streaming from it. Like a thirsty crow on a hot summer day, Emily opened her mouth and let the flow enter her throat. Quenching her thirst, she washed her face and eyes. Putting the spectacles on, she smiled at her best friend.
"Now tell me," Salima demanded, "What has compelled you to be in this situation?"
"It's a long story," The American girl sighed, "I was abducted by Mariah Wong."
"Huh?" The redhead wrinkled her eyebrows. The name…it was quite familiar to her…oh yes, the owner of the name, once upon a time, had been her biggest rival. The Japanese lass had wanted to treat her like a friend….but the latter hadn't accepted the proposal of alliance. She had always tended to humiliate Salima. Even she had tried to prove the redette as infidel and impure. As luck had favored, the pinkette had failed doing that. Yet she hadn't left the redhead.
"Mariah…you mean the Chinese girl with pink hair?" She asked, "That girl who used to visit Ray frequently in our university?"
"Yes," Emily nodded, "She's the one who is behind all these things. She is the assassin of Kai, Hilary, Tyson and Kenny, along with a lot of innocent people. She's the leader of washer-guys. She took the leadership of the notorious terrorist gang after Ray had killed Boris Balkov, the ex-leader of the gang. She's the one who colored your sacred face with the false color of impurity, crime and falsehood. None but she's the primary reason behind this destruction!"
Finishing, she knelt down on the ground, wailing. The scarlet-haired girl was totally dumbstruck. She didn't know what to utter and how to utter. Even she forgot to pacify her best friend. She knew that Mariah was quite rough and bitchy. But she did never know that the pinkette could reach such a level. Mariah hated her because she loved Ray which couldn't have been tolerated by the pinkette. For this, she could do anything with the redhead…..but what was her motive behind the attempts of killing Ray? What were the faults of the colleges and close friends of Ray? For which did they have to lose their valuable lives?
"Why?" Salima muffled, "Why have she done these things? What's her goal? What does she want?"
"She….she wants to kill…Ray," The orange-haired girl sobbed, "For this, she trapped him. Putting my life in danger, she provoked Ray to save me. When I was thinking that everything would be alright, Ray stepped into her trap. Now he's her captive. He's the one for whom I'm still breathing and talking in front of you. On the other hand, I'm such a selfish that…." Unable to finish her words, she burst into tears once again.
"No!" Salima roared, "As long as I'm alive, nobody can do anything to Ray! I'll save him. Emily, where's he?"
"Mariah and her gang captured us in your funhouse," Emily replied, "Ray is there, under the captivity of the pink-haired girl. She has a destructive explosive. If she explodes it…"
No sooner had she stopped than something exploded with a great boom, lighting the dark sky with flames. Not at far, a building could be seen burning in fire. The building wasn't unfamiliar to both of them.
'Shit!' The redhead cursed.
"The last hope it was….." Emily's wailing increased. She was on the verge of losing her consciousness.
"No, it can never be the last hope!" Salima tried to encourage herself along with her best friend, "I'll go there and save Ray. If something happens to him, I'll also cremate myself with him. Emily, have you heard? Emily?"
No reply came. Turning her eyes, she discovered her best friend lying on the ground who had already passed out. In the speed of whirlwind, she carried her body and placed her on her own shoulders. Sky was cloudy, lightless and no one was on the road, excluding these two girls.
'What to do now?' Salima bit her lips, 'If I don't go there early, destruction won't be waiting for us. But I cannot leave Emily in this condition. What will happen now?'
The Almighty was well-aware of everything. Soon, she discovered a car passing across the roads. As its headlights were lit, the driver and the passengers could see everything clearly at that very night.
"Halt!" Salima tried to stop the vehicle. As the driver noticed her, he approached and stopped the car before her. Opening the doors, the owners of a couple of her familiar faces got down.
"Salima!" The lilac-haired boy was astonished, "What are you doing here? And what happened to Emily?"
"She passed out…." Salima huffed, "Bryan, Julia, Ian, Raul, can you please take her with you? I would look after her but I've to save Ray who's in more dangerous situation at this moment."
"Okay….." The Spaniard boy couldn't hold his curiosity, "But what happened to Ray? Is he alright?"
"Even I don't know this," Salima was about to run, "I don't have much time with myself as well. Please take care of Emily….by the way, where are you going?"
"We're going to our safehouse," Julia answered, "Before a few hours, Tala got a suspicious message and so he sent us out of the manor."
"What?" Salima's eyes were widened, "What are you saying, Julia? Oh….I've forgotten that Tala always remains in danger. You guys don't worry, he'll be safe and sound. As I rescue Ray once, I'll reach him in order to protect him. Stay safe."
Somehow saying what she had to say, not letting her colleagues speak up, she began to run again, making the nightly stormy wind her comrade.
She was standing in front of a burning house. It was her home, sweet home. Sorry, it had been once upon a time. At that moment, it became the dwelling place of Hades. Seeing it, her eyes started glittering with tears. But not let her grief be expressed, she approached the bamboo gate. The bamboos had already turned black. Obnoxious smell was coming from them. They all were in fire. She couldn't enter her own house.
Staring at her left side, she discovered an Annabelle doll, hanging from a hook. This doll was her most favorite doll since her childhood. Even after growing up, she never let it go. Sometimes, her boyfriend had mocked her, calling her "Mother of Annabelle." But none ever knew what lay in the doll. Its blue eyes turned black because of ashes. Not caring, Salima held it in her arms. There was a chain at its back. Closing her eyes, she unchained.
Penetrating her hand inside the puppet, she pulled out a dagger. This dagger had been gifted to her by her best friend. Yes, Emily had invented this weapon. Its case was well-designed with the ancient, aristocratic and metal artworks. It was so sharp that it could cut anything easily. Even the hardcore iron couldn't stay safe from its glittering blade.
Slowly, she unsheathed it. Its blade was curved, just like the newly risen moon. Though it was dark all over the atmosphere, it was still shining. Kissing on it, Salima approached the bamboo gate and cut the upper part of the gate. Diving like a mermaid, she entered her house safely and successfully. Turning left, she moved towards the steel door and kicked it. As it was weak, it fell back. There was fire surrounding the whole gallery. Turning right, she found her familiar staircase. Descending, she discovered the roof of the main funhouse. It was almost broken.
Closing her eyes, she jumped and landed inside funhouse. Her heartbeats were seesawing recurrently. Around here, the blazes of fire were everywhere. Her gleaming skin like milk turned reddish. Her black eyes were bloodshot. She was struggling hard to breathe properly. Her face was covered with sweat. Sweat drops were trickling down from her forehead. Her silky garnet locks were clinging to her sweaty temple. She felt her skin burning.
'Oh God!' She prayed, 'Please help me save my love. You know very well that my life resides in him. If something happens to him, I'll be no more. My existence will be nothing but a figurine of falsehood.
Little she knew that there were numerous clefts in the roof. The sky had already been smeared with clouds. God might listen to her prayers once again. In his order, Mikhail, the archangel of rain appeared there. Though she couldn't see him, she could feel his presence around her as the clouds roared. Stormy wind started blowing again. A droplet of rain touched her cheek. Then two, three, four, five…
It started raining cats and dogs. Along with Zephyros, His consort Chloris also came there, with the heavenly fragrance of rain-drenched soil. She kept drenching there, breathing there fulfilling her heart's longing.
Coming closer with the rainfall of monsoon,
Playing with your anklets, oh fresh blue, come here soon,
Swinging from the pine and jasmine's bushes,
In the eyes of the heated earth, please apply cool coal brushes,
Drifting the boat of love, in the restless current of river,
Oh clouds! Come and drench the world, before everything is over.
'Thanks, My lord…' She whispered, completely drenched, yet elated, 'I'll be grateful to you…forever….'
Without hesitating for a moment, she started racing towards her living room again. There was no more flames, no more fire and no more heat at that time. The mildness, the chill of water calmed everything down, soothing everyone to sleep. Exhaling all the poison inside her body, her lungs sighed in relief as her feet kept thudding on the ground in a regular rhythm.
When she was running all around her home, what was happening with her beloved? Was he alright? Or not? Was he pacified? Or not?
Ray's nightmare:
The raven-haired neko-jin was standing in front of a corpse. The body was covered with a white sheet up to its chin. It was totally limp and cold. Blood dried on its forehead. There were a few cuts and scrapes on his cheeks. In fact, it belonged to none but him.
By the dead body, a familiar slate-haired Russian was standing, leaning against the cracked wall, crossing his arms on his chest, closing his eyes, maintaining his usual posture. He was wearing white baggy pant, white vest with the crisscross of golden threads on the chest and his usual flowing scarf. He was looking like a saint warrior. If you notice carefully, you could see the marks of dried tears on his shark-fin tainted cheeks.
"Kai….." Ray whispered, "You…..you're here…."
The phoenix-prince slowly opened his eyes. His amethyst pupils were looking like bloomed lotuses in a translucent loch. There was no emotion, no sign of rue and agony on his serene face.
"Why?" The Russian softly pronounced, "Why did you do this, Ray? Why didn't you believe Salima?"
"Kai…..I…" Ray was trying to give any excuse but his leader stopped him, saying, "We all were trying to solve the case wholeheartedly. No one put his or her full mistrust on the girl. Why didn't you cooperate us?"
"Like me, she was the symbol of purity," A feminine voice could be heard.
"Hils?" Ray frowned.
Slowly, a familiar coco-haired girl appeared before him, wearing the same white georgette dress. Her chocolate-colored hair was blowing with the airstream. Her deep ruby-eyes were holding so many words, so many feelings, so much grief and so much pain-that were unspoken, that were unrevealed and that remained unexplored.
"Ray…." She spoke, "I advised you to respect every woman. Let her be a thief, or a murderer, or a slut."
"Yes, Hilary," The neko-jin furiously nodded, "But she was dangerous for us, wasn't she?"
"Who said?" Hilary questioned back, "It was our mistake to misunderstand a goddess like her. But you were her beloved. She was your strength, you were her man. Why didn't you protest against this injustice? We all tried to save her from this massacre. We tried to prove her innocence. But what did you do? You were firm in your belief. You didn't try to listen to her words once. You forgot every single memory with her. Without a king, where does the dignity of the queen remain?"
"Then, she doesn't remain a queen," Her fiancé stated, "Her status becomes worse than that of a slut. People hate her, ignore her and try to punish her. But when her beloved stands beside her, when he supports her, none can do or say anything against her."
Ray tried to speak something but couldn't do that. He felt someone or something to clutch his vocal cord firmly. He bent down his head
"I admit that she is pure, good and innocent," Hilary acknowledged, "Rather, she's more than those. That's why she hasn't been unable to continue her struggle despite the absence of a man. Remember, my brother, a man is the center of the faith of his woman. On the other hand, a woman is the core of the strength of her man. When you tried to prove yourself dead to her, her love for you was still alive. She still loves you crazily, Ray. This love portrayed your image inside her heart which was alive. That's why she didn't lack of faith and self-confidence."
"Whereas, you started hating her, Ray," Kai turned his face from him, "The immense love in your heart for her was demolished ruthlessly. Despite being alive, she was dead to you. That's why, you couldn't get strength from anyone. We all have managed to give you protection, but what about power? None but she can give you this power, Ray."
"Shield can only protect a warrior from the invasion of the opponents," The brunette advised, "But in order to give a justified answer to the attack, you need weapons. Salima is your weapon, Ray. Don't misuse this weapon. Together, you can make a great bond to wash away all the stains of disgrace from mother earth."
"But…..where will I get her?" Ray screamed, not accepting the obstacle created in his vocal cord. His scream shattered the utter silence of the night, "Where?"
"I'm here, Ray." The neko-jin felt the symphony of anklets reverberating in his ears.
Awestruck, the Chinese guy moved back. There she was, with her free deep-red flowing hair, gazing at his face with her blameless and riveting black orbs. The sweet smile spread all over her face was still witnessing her immense love and feelings for him.
"Salima…." Somehow his vocal cord responded.
"I'm here, Ray…" She approached and caressed his cheek with her soft fingers, "And I'll never leave you."
Reality:
"Salima….." He groaned.
His head was placed on the lap of the Japanese girl. She was shaking him gently, again and again. She tried to bring his sense back by sprinkling cold water on his face, massaging his palms, giving him artificial respiration. Still he wasn't waking up.
"Ray….." She waved her palm in front of his eyes, "Are you hearing me? It's me, your Salima. Please, wake up. Otherwise, the world will be destroyed….."
Fluttering, he opened his eyes. Seeing the familiar face before his eyes, he was astonished. They kept gazing at each other, without blinking. His eyes seemed to be shocked, her eyes looked overwhelmed.
"Ah!" He moaned, trying to get up. Tenderly, the girl held his shoulders, helping him sit up.
"Are you alright?" The same symphony of the same anklets reasoned in his ears, "How're you feeling now? So many marks of whipping…..are they aching?"
Her eyes were tearful. Wiping her eyes, she smiled somehow. Helping her beloved stand up on his own feet, she spoke, "Don't worry at all, Ray. None or nothing can do anything wrong to you. Stay here. Here are sufficient weapons, foods and beverages for you. I'll make sure so that nobody can come here. I'm going to Tala's place. He may be in danger."
Stopping, she moved back and was about to go but before this, someone gently clasped her wrist.
"Ray?" She cocked an eyebrow, turning at him.
"I'll also go with you, Salima." The raven-haired guy demanded. She looked at his eyes. They weren't seeming to be shocked anymore. Rather, they were filled with a strange resolve and strength. Then, she tenderly freed her wrist from the prison of his fingers.
"Huh?" He gasped. At the next moment, his partner held his palm firmly. Understanding it, he grimaced a bit and folded her fingers, making them rest on the opposite surface of her palm. Joining hands in hands, together, they started to run towards another world of panic.
We won't compose the heaven on the earth,
In the overwhelmed beauty, in the tear-soaked song,
With the honeyed inflammation of thorns and flowers,
We won't embellish the universe of our reconciliation,
Lord! Let's not beg us, sacrificing everything at the feet of luck,
Dear, don't be sacred, don't be feared, just know that
For you, I'm here,
For me, You're here…
By the way, who's here for me? :P
Bad joke it was XD There there...don't forget to read and review. Pardon all the grammatical and spelling errors. Take care. Finishing my exam, I'll come soon.
Now I can die in piece...sorry, peace XD
-Misty ^_^
