Last time….
But that just didn't make sense.
And what was happening now didn't make sense.
But I didn't have the time to think about it. Because suddenly, my world was dark and spherical.
Continuing on…
It was so dark, I couldn't see in front of me. The inky darkness would be terrifying if I wasn't already so used to it. Days of slinking in the dark, laying in it, living in it made me more used to its presence than the sunlight, if that was believable.
But at any rate, the sickness that had been tearing my body apart had stopped. The thoughts racing through my mind came to a standstill. They simply asked one question.
Where am I?
And obviously what the heck was going on, but that sat on the back burner as I reached out a hand.
The way my body sat upon the curved ground almost made me think I was trapped in some huge sphere. The surprise I felt at touching a smooth curved surface that stretched up and behind…
I sat up as my hands frantically followed the wall, then the ceiling, then the floor. No. No! I was really stuck in a huge fricken sphere?! How?! Now, I couldn't help really thinking, "What the heck is going on?!"
My panic didn't last long though. Even sitting, my vision suddenly wavered and swarmed with black. It was like my black outs. Even though the darkness was disorienting, the feeling of my vision wavering was more terrifying.
I think I passed out, or maybe I had just closed my eyes for a second, but when I opened them once more, I found myself in a room.
It was a bit cubish, and well-lit.
And, sitting on a white stool, sitting rather disdainfully in front of me, was a totallly red cat. Its yellow eyes and black pupils bore into my own, as if judging me.
"So you messed up, you brat." That deeply annoying voice grated on my nerves as much as it grated on my eardrums.
But it was a voice that immediately sent relief barreling into my heart. Even through that unbearably unnecessary statement.
"Storm! I thought I'd never hear…. hear….? Why are you a cat?" The shock of meeting Storm again temporarily made other pressing matters seem small in comparison to what I was seeing.
Those cat ears flickered in annoyance. The feline expression became very apparent in its irritation. Raising a paw like a human points its finger, Storm continued to insult me.
"You were always slow."
"I can't believe you'd just say that to me. This is supposed to be a tearful reunion, dammit."
"What? You seriously think that was it? We're haunting your ass forever." Storm started to rant, but quickly shut himself up. Honestly, seeing a cat quickly shut its mouth with both paws would probably almost certainly make you a cat lover for life. But since I knew it was Storm behind that cute facade, I felt nothing but disgust at the moe act.
"Forever? Wait, if you mean that then… Then what have I been feeling guilt for?!" Just some time ago, I'd described the anguish I felt and the despair that had continued to haunt me. And all this time, this entire…thing could've happened?!
"Aaaaactually, no. Look, I can't really explain anything, but we actually have a very big problem." Storm changed the subject rather obviously, but I couldn't care less about that. At this point,I wanted nothing more than to be done with this and have a REAL conversation. "So, if you couldn't tell, your body isn't normal."
"Storm flames nearly disintegrated my sister, yeah."
If I believed Storm could be genuinely sorry, I'd accept the wince I saw.
"Sorry about that. I really didn't expect you to get hit full force with [Disharmony]." Storm apologized for something he couldn't have affected. Wow, this was a fifth. "But see, now we have to stop the flames from breaking up your body."
"You mean it hasn't?"
"How else would you be alive still?"
"I was under the impression I was dead."
"Don't just kill yourself off like that!"
Even under high tension situations, stupid conversations like this still managed to happen.
"Whatever, whatever! This is supposed to be a high-risk situation anyways!" Storm rushed on. "And to save yourself, you need to control yourself."
"Myself?" I muttered.
"And the easiest part is to talk to everyone."
"The easiest?"
"And I say that because the hardest part is accepting what's happened."
"….Is this a counseling session? Are you saying that these flames are like my raging soul come alive."
"Uh, sorta? But anyways, to start with, got any problems with me?"
"Other than you being an idiotic, jerkish, prideful prick who only thinks about himself like an idiot, no."
"Hey! Wait a minute, you called me an idiot twice!"
Of all the things to say.
But jokes aside, seeing Storm in the flesh was too strange. Well, if you could count his being a cat (which I did). That disembodied voice in my head had stayed that. No body, and no image floating in my head. Seeing my longtime friend like this was startling, and maybe shocking me for a little too long.
"Ha ha, alright. But seriously, I don't have a bone to pick with you. More like you got one with me, ah dammit." I frowned as I realized a very fatal mistake I was always making. "You don't actually have one either, huh?"
"Bingo."
Seeing a cat point its little claws at me was slightly adorable. I was even growing used to the idea that Storm actually might have a lovable side.
No.
No.
Stop that, me.
"Oh, now I see. Basically, this is self-discovery. If I manage to solve the problems I have with each Flame, then that will calm my raging soul."
"Why do you keep calling it 'raging soul'?!" Storm was extremely expressive, and his feline body made no attempt to attain even the slightest bit of mystique cats normally had. It was breaking a stereotype, and in an oddly intriguing way. That tail would swish in excitement, lounge at the next, then break out into a huge long puff of shock and anger. Mesmerizing almost. "But basically spot on."
"I see. But then, how do I know when I've solved a problem."
"Not my problem, kid. I'm just here to work our your issues."
"….." Well, when you realize that, you start to think to yourself: "I must be messed up inside."
Seriously.
Well, then. This was it. If there was anything I really knew, it was myself. I could easily resolve my problems, return to Mys, and crown Ethan as the Sky member of Melo.
Here I go.
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Me: I've been thinking to myself: "Gee. You should edit all the chapters you've made." But then I realize: "No. There's literally over thirty chapters. No." Besides, those are like relics from years ago. I can't touch that.
Mys: You're surprisingly romantic?!
Me: Or just lazy.
Mys: Don't ruin your one good quality!
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Disclaimer: A fanfiction is a work based off another work. Thus, I do not own KHR, but do own the original characters and plot.