A/N: Heh, after reading all of my reviews, I decided that IÕd better make an effort to update soon before you guys all get mad at me. ^^U Anyway, um, first off, sorry the last chapter was so short (this chapter might be short too but I felt like that Òthis eventÓ needed a chapter all to itself) So, uh, beware of really really weird stuff, maybe some OOC, Ren torture (donÕt kill me!) and, um, weird stuff...
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Jun nearly got trampled as Ren suddenly took off full speed towards his bedroom, not even bothering to answer her complaint about why he almost bulldozed her over. Sighing and shaking her head, she closed the front door and went to clean up the dining room.
Meanwhile, Ren, who had gotten to his room in record time, took BasonÕs memorial tablet and tossed it into the hallway, less he came out. He then slammed the door, locked it, and fell onto his bed, panting and breathless. He closed his eyes and tried to resist the force. He knew it was hopeless, but he tried anyway. Sweat soaked his sheets as he clutched them tightly in his hands, and his breathing became ragged.
And then it happened.
They came.
They burst free from his back, finally free. Feathery and black, and covered with blood and other bodily fluids. Ren barely stifled a scream in his throat. Exausted, he lay on his bed, panting. They seemed to be enjoying their newfound freedom, after being locked away for so long. Each second seemed like a torturous eternity to Ren, and he had no idea how long this would go on for. All he could do was grit his teeth and endure it.
ÒItÕs like theyÕre laughing at me.Ó he thought. ÒLaughing at my helplessness and weakness.Ó They continued to push their way out of this back, causing his skin to spit and crack. Small streams of blood ran down his back, dyeing his sheets crimsom. The process was agonizingly slow, it was almost as if they had a mind of their own. Teasing him, making him pay for resisting all this time. Ren didnÕt know how much more of this he could take. ------------------------------------------- Jun dropped the plate she was picking up. It wasnÕt an accident. She felt suddenly had this sick feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. She sat down on the kitchen floor, not even bothering to pick up the pieces of the broken dish. She just buried her head in her lap and sat there, unmoving.
ÒMistress Jun?Ó
Her head snapped up when she heard her spiritÕs voice. She dectected some concern within the words.
ÒY-yes Pyron?Ó she answered back, still not lifting her head.
ÒWhatÕs wrong? You didnÕt even bother to pick up the plateÓ Pyron said as he gently swept the broken shards into the trash can. ÒIs it because of the way Master Ren is acting towards you?Ó
Jun sniffed a bit. ÒMaybe. I mean, I know that he didnÕt exactly have the best childhood, but I really care about him...sometimes I just wish he could see that...also, IÕm getting this strange feeling that somethingÕs happening...either that, or IÕm paranoid.Ó
Pyron frowned slightly. ÒDo you wish for me to check on him?Ó
ÒWell, as much as I appreciate the thought, if I did, he might think that IÕm being overprotective again, and I donÕt want him to view me like that. No, IÕll do it myself before I go to bed. Thank you for the offer though.Ó
ÒAlright. If that is what you wish for.Ó -------------------------------------- ÒOnii-chan! I told you to be on your best behavior!Ó Pilica scolded her brother. Horohoro winced.
ÒB-but I was! I didnÕt do anything! Honest!Ó
ÒYou couldÕve a least started a conversation or something! Now JunÕs probably gonna think that we didnÕt enjoy it or something and be all sad! Tomorrow weÕre marching over there and apologizing, got it?Ó
ÒWell excuse me, but if I started talking, then that stupid tongari-head wouldÕve found some fault with me, and then we wouldÕve probably torn the house down due to our arguement. Believe, I know what IÕm doing.
Pilica raised an eyebrow. She highly doubted that her brother knew what he was doing, since half the time he seemed to be in a state of confusion. However, he did have a point, so she let it slide for the moment. ÒFine. But remember, tomorrow!Ó She then stomped off to her bedroom, leaving Horohoro sheeplishly rubbing his head. --------------------------------- A/N: Uh, yeah, short I know, but the thing is, IÕm discontinuing this fic. Why? Well, the main reason is that IÕm no longer interested in Shaman King. Well, okay, I like it, but IÕm not obsessed with it. ^^U Yeah, uh, Fire EmblemÕs high on my list right now. So, yeah, I feel so bad, but if I kept this up, then itÕd never get updated, cuz IÕm also a lazy bum. After I finish my Beyblade fic, IÕm probably gonna take a break from writing. IÕm just not dedicated/good enough like you guys! *sighs* Anyway, the title for this pic was originally inspired by Pokemon: Advance AdventureÕs ending, Because the Sky is There (yes, I still like pokemon) and plot was basically, Ren grows wings, Pilica/Ren fluff, etc. But it didnÕt work out that way. Well, I thank/apologize to all of my reviewers who commented me on this story, sorry I wonÕt be continuing this, but thereÕs other good Ren/Pilica fics out there, so go read those! ^^U
-TFRiD Queen
P.S. Happy Holidays to you all!
Meanwhile, Ren, who had gotten to his room in record time, took BasonÕs memorial tablet and tossed it into the hallway, less he came out. He then slammed the door, locked it, and fell onto his bed, panting and breathless. He closed his eyes and tried to resist the force. He knew it was hopeless, but he tried anyway. Sweat soaked his sheets as he clutched them tightly in his hands, and his breathing became ragged.
And then it happened.
They came.
They burst free from his back, finally free. Feathery and black, and covered with blood and other bodily fluids. Ren barely stifled a scream in his throat. Exausted, he lay on his bed, panting. They seemed to be enjoying their newfound freedom, after being locked away for so long. Each second seemed like a torturous eternity to Ren, and he had no idea how long this would go on for. All he could do was grit his teeth and endure it.
ÒItÕs like theyÕre laughing at me.Ó he thought. ÒLaughing at my helplessness and weakness.Ó They continued to push their way out of this back, causing his skin to spit and crack. Small streams of blood ran down his back, dyeing his sheets crimsom. The process was agonizingly slow, it was almost as if they had a mind of their own. Teasing him, making him pay for resisting all this time. Ren didnÕt know how much more of this he could take. ------------------------------------------- Jun dropped the plate she was picking up. It wasnÕt an accident. She felt suddenly had this sick feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. She sat down on the kitchen floor, not even bothering to pick up the pieces of the broken dish. She just buried her head in her lap and sat there, unmoving.
ÒMistress Jun?Ó
Her head snapped up when she heard her spiritÕs voice. She dectected some concern within the words.
ÒY-yes Pyron?Ó she answered back, still not lifting her head.
ÒWhatÕs wrong? You didnÕt even bother to pick up the plateÓ Pyron said as he gently swept the broken shards into the trash can. ÒIs it because of the way Master Ren is acting towards you?Ó
Jun sniffed a bit. ÒMaybe. I mean, I know that he didnÕt exactly have the best childhood, but I really care about him...sometimes I just wish he could see that...also, IÕm getting this strange feeling that somethingÕs happening...either that, or IÕm paranoid.Ó
Pyron frowned slightly. ÒDo you wish for me to check on him?Ó
ÒWell, as much as I appreciate the thought, if I did, he might think that IÕm being overprotective again, and I donÕt want him to view me like that. No, IÕll do it myself before I go to bed. Thank you for the offer though.Ó
ÒAlright. If that is what you wish for.Ó -------------------------------------- ÒOnii-chan! I told you to be on your best behavior!Ó Pilica scolded her brother. Horohoro winced.
ÒB-but I was! I didnÕt do anything! Honest!Ó
ÒYou couldÕve a least started a conversation or something! Now JunÕs probably gonna think that we didnÕt enjoy it or something and be all sad! Tomorrow weÕre marching over there and apologizing, got it?Ó
ÒWell excuse me, but if I started talking, then that stupid tongari-head wouldÕve found some fault with me, and then we wouldÕve probably torn the house down due to our arguement. Believe, I know what IÕm doing.
Pilica raised an eyebrow. She highly doubted that her brother knew what he was doing, since half the time he seemed to be in a state of confusion. However, he did have a point, so she let it slide for the moment. ÒFine. But remember, tomorrow!Ó She then stomped off to her bedroom, leaving Horohoro sheeplishly rubbing his head. --------------------------------- A/N: Uh, yeah, short I know, but the thing is, IÕm discontinuing this fic. Why? Well, the main reason is that IÕm no longer interested in Shaman King. Well, okay, I like it, but IÕm not obsessed with it. ^^U Yeah, uh, Fire EmblemÕs high on my list right now. So, yeah, I feel so bad, but if I kept this up, then itÕd never get updated, cuz IÕm also a lazy bum. After I finish my Beyblade fic, IÕm probably gonna take a break from writing. IÕm just not dedicated/good enough like you guys! *sighs* Anyway, the title for this pic was originally inspired by Pokemon: Advance AdventureÕs ending, Because the Sky is There (yes, I still like pokemon) and plot was basically, Ren grows wings, Pilica/Ren fluff, etc. But it didnÕt work out that way. Well, I thank/apologize to all of my reviewers who commented me on this story, sorry I wonÕt be continuing this, but thereÕs other good Ren/Pilica fics out there, so go read those! ^^U
-TFRiD Queen
P.S. Happy Holidays to you all!