My hands grope around blindly, searching for something solid to anchor to.
They make tight fists around a thin material, warm flannel… I must be in
bed. He must have carried me in…After I fainted on him.
White-hot anger, like the heart of a star, erupts like a volcano within me, and I turn a little, lashing out blindly, hitting the wooden edge of the bedside table hard. It stings, and my hand jars and hurts, but I don't care.
Why am I so weak? So vulnerable. Tsuzuki will never… take me for anything. Anything… of some :::importance:::. A child – a brother if you will – a burden.
The dusky reddish sunset outside slowly draws my waking consciousness to it. It is evening now, almost turning towards night. I turn my head towards the window, towards the setting sun. Through my lowered lashes I can see the bloody light flood across the room.
And next will rise the hungry moon, and it will swallow me…
I shiver a little, and pull the blankets up to my chin, too weak to go anywhere. He must have liked it this way. He must be going to face Muraki on his own. He is a self sacrificing, valiant, fool. Idiot. Baka. He would give his life for me. His immortal life. And if he ever did that, I would never forgive him. Never.
The darkness is creeping up on me, unnoticed. Devious and sensual, like draping a velvet cloak across all there is. I feel almost safe. If I can stay hidden within this, time will stop and this safe moment will be forever. A tiny hint of fear rises within the base of my mind.
:::Tsuzuki.:::
My fever- fatigue chains me to the bed as I lie, staring at the ceiling, helpless to control the fear that is overwhelming me –
And that fear is not mine. The smell of fear is distinctive. It is…it is his. A seductive scent. Muraki loves it. Its smoky threads draw across my mind and shutters my senses like a curtain. I know he is in :::trouble:::, but I melt into a liquid and break apart, chained to the bed by an immense fatigue.
What am I going to do?
What am I going to do for you?
What am I going to do – without you?
A screaming is overtaking all of my thoughts – and in a short moment of lucidity, I realise that it is mine.
*Author's notes: Disclaimer! Nobody here is mine! Ok? Too much trouble babysitting them, anyway. I'd rather borrow them ^_____^. Hmm. Anyway, sorry! I think chapter two was a real disappointment. Need to work at improving my writing of narratives! This scene is really short too. I'm working on the next one – hopefully it'll be longer!*
White-hot anger, like the heart of a star, erupts like a volcano within me, and I turn a little, lashing out blindly, hitting the wooden edge of the bedside table hard. It stings, and my hand jars and hurts, but I don't care.
Why am I so weak? So vulnerable. Tsuzuki will never… take me for anything. Anything… of some :::importance:::. A child – a brother if you will – a burden.
The dusky reddish sunset outside slowly draws my waking consciousness to it. It is evening now, almost turning towards night. I turn my head towards the window, towards the setting sun. Through my lowered lashes I can see the bloody light flood across the room.
And next will rise the hungry moon, and it will swallow me…
I shiver a little, and pull the blankets up to my chin, too weak to go anywhere. He must have liked it this way. He must be going to face Muraki on his own. He is a self sacrificing, valiant, fool. Idiot. Baka. He would give his life for me. His immortal life. And if he ever did that, I would never forgive him. Never.
The darkness is creeping up on me, unnoticed. Devious and sensual, like draping a velvet cloak across all there is. I feel almost safe. If I can stay hidden within this, time will stop and this safe moment will be forever. A tiny hint of fear rises within the base of my mind.
:::Tsuzuki.:::
My fever- fatigue chains me to the bed as I lie, staring at the ceiling, helpless to control the fear that is overwhelming me –
And that fear is not mine. The smell of fear is distinctive. It is…it is his. A seductive scent. Muraki loves it. Its smoky threads draw across my mind and shutters my senses like a curtain. I know he is in :::trouble:::, but I melt into a liquid and break apart, chained to the bed by an immense fatigue.
What am I going to do?
What am I going to do for you?
What am I going to do – without you?
A screaming is overtaking all of my thoughts – and in a short moment of lucidity, I realise that it is mine.
*Author's notes: Disclaimer! Nobody here is mine! Ok? Too much trouble babysitting them, anyway. I'd rather borrow them ^_____^. Hmm. Anyway, sorry! I think chapter two was a real disappointment. Need to work at improving my writing of narratives! This scene is really short too. I'm working on the next one – hopefully it'll be longer!*
