Title: In the depths of loneliness
Chp: 1
Author: Arthen
E-mail: arthen@saiyan.com
Rating: PG-13
Standard disclaimers apply.
AN: Here's another fic by yours truely. I know I *should*
be working on my other one (which I haven't neglected), but
the plot for this story was playing in my head for weeks!
As always, e-mails or reviews are greatly appreciated ^-^
*********
"We're losing him! Hurry, carry him to a stretcher!" cried a paramedic, who
frantically tried to restore the young man's pumping heart to its original beat.
The roaring of sirens could be heard, as the ambulance sped through the
crowded streets of Tokyo.
*********
He was there again, the very same place that haunted his dreams since the
horrible accident, that claimed his parent's lives and his memory.
The place was cold, dark and lonely; not a spec of light could penetrate . . . . .
Just like his heart. Large boulders of rocks that once belonged to what must
have been a majestic palace, now ruins and scattered across the hard, barren
soil. Dead rotting corpses decorated the land, a cool breath washed over his
face, spreading the strong thick pungent of death. This would have caused
anyone's stomach to turn in disgust, but not him. He grew accustomed to the
living hell that plagued his dreams every single night, but then again there was
always his princess . . . . . Her very presence consoled his tortured soul, her
soft sweat voice erased all doubts that dwelled within his mind. She gave him
a purpose to live; he had to free her . . . . How? He did not know, but he was
determined and nothing would stop him.
His eyes searched his surroundings for his princess, but she was nowhere in
sight. His heart began to beat rapidly, worry and fear clogging his rational
mind. His small steps turned into a fast pace then accelerated into a frantic
run, as he desperately searched for her.
Suddenly he stopped; out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the tiny white
flower that fully bloomed against the lifeless objects that surrounded it. His
running broke down into long strides (momentarily forgetting his princess) as
he neared the flower, not wanting to pluck it, thus ending its life; he kneeled
down beside it, caressing its soft white petals, as he cherished its feel against
his hard skinned fingertips.
'How can a flower, so fragile yet so strong bloom amongst a place such as
this?' his mind questioned. 'It doesn't belong here, it doesn't belong in this
nightmare . . . . . just as the princess doesn't belong here . . .' he stiffened at the
thought of his princess, 'where is she?!' he thought, worry replacing all
emotions.
As if the winds carried his thoughts to her, a figure began to mold amongst the
thick foggy mists. "Endymion!" came her voice, turning around to give his full
attention to his caller, the mists began to gradually fade away, revealing a lone
figure dressed in a sleeveless fitting white gown that loosened at the ends,
edges embroidered in golden thread. Although her face was cloaked from
view (like the many times before), one could see wisps of golden pigtails tied
firmly on each side of her head by a bun.
"Endymion," she called out again, as he took a step closer towards her, "you
must hurry, time is against us!" A look of bewilderment marred his handsome
face, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as a million questions began to
surface, but before any could be answered, his surroundings began to rotate,
as everything seemed to merge into a whirlpool of colors. He couldn't
acknowledge what was going on and felt his grasp on consciousness loosen. A
small yelp escaped his lips before everything went black . . . . . .
*********
Trudging along the silent streets of Juuban, was one odango-ed Tuskino
Usagi. It was yet another exhausting night at Tokyo Hospital, this time the
kids at the children's ward who grew fondly attatched to the blonde, soft blue
eyed nurse, refused to allow her to leave until she made sure all of them were
asleep. She loved her job, her love for others making the best of her
personality. Although she only worked as a volunteer, she had to admit it was
quite tiring.
Spotting her home from a distance, she quickened her pace. Reaching the safe
confines of her room, she plopped on her bed, not bothering to change her
clothes and allowed a much needed sleep to cloud her senses.
*********
Adjusting his eyes to the sunlit room, which glistened against the suns
penetrating rays. 'Where am I?' his mind voiced, as he regained consciousness.
He noticed that he was hooked to many machines that varied in size and
shape, his right arm was attatched to an I.V drip and soft rhythmic beeps of a
heart machine, echoed against the sterile white walls.
At the foot of his bed stood a man of 5'8, clad in a long white coat, clipboard
in hand as he intently looked through countless pages. Putting the clip down,
he turned his gaze towards his patient and found that he had already
awakened.
"Good Morning Chiba-san", he greeted walking towards him. "Morning..."
came Mamoru's hoarse reply, recognising the doctor.
The moment he lifted his head, trying to sit up, an instant feel of nausea and
pain swept through his body like a bullet. Helping him lay back down, Dr.
Akagi held a stern angry look. "What did I tell you about taking some rest?
This is the third time this week you've suffered from a heart attack! And this
one seems very severe!"
Unable to remain conscious as the doctor continued to lecture him about his
condition and irresponsbility towards his health, he felt his eye lids droop
heavly and finally gave up to sleep.
Realising that his ebony haired patient had dozed off in between. He sagged
his shoulders in defeat, picked up his abandoned clipboard and headed
towards the door muttering something about kids these days.
*********
Liked it? Hated it? Want me to continue? E-mail me/Review and let
me know ^-^
Chp: 1
Author: Arthen
E-mail: arthen@saiyan.com
Rating: PG-13
Standard disclaimers apply.
AN: Here's another fic by yours truely. I know I *should*
be working on my other one (which I haven't neglected), but
the plot for this story was playing in my head for weeks!
As always, e-mails or reviews are greatly appreciated ^-^
*********
"We're losing him! Hurry, carry him to a stretcher!" cried a paramedic, who
frantically tried to restore the young man's pumping heart to its original beat.
The roaring of sirens could be heard, as the ambulance sped through the
crowded streets of Tokyo.
*********
He was there again, the very same place that haunted his dreams since the
horrible accident, that claimed his parent's lives and his memory.
The place was cold, dark and lonely; not a spec of light could penetrate . . . . .
Just like his heart. Large boulders of rocks that once belonged to what must
have been a majestic palace, now ruins and scattered across the hard, barren
soil. Dead rotting corpses decorated the land, a cool breath washed over his
face, spreading the strong thick pungent of death. This would have caused
anyone's stomach to turn in disgust, but not him. He grew accustomed to the
living hell that plagued his dreams every single night, but then again there was
always his princess . . . . . Her very presence consoled his tortured soul, her
soft sweat voice erased all doubts that dwelled within his mind. She gave him
a purpose to live; he had to free her . . . . How? He did not know, but he was
determined and nothing would stop him.
His eyes searched his surroundings for his princess, but she was nowhere in
sight. His heart began to beat rapidly, worry and fear clogging his rational
mind. His small steps turned into a fast pace then accelerated into a frantic
run, as he desperately searched for her.
Suddenly he stopped; out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the tiny white
flower that fully bloomed against the lifeless objects that surrounded it. His
running broke down into long strides (momentarily forgetting his princess) as
he neared the flower, not wanting to pluck it, thus ending its life; he kneeled
down beside it, caressing its soft white petals, as he cherished its feel against
his hard skinned fingertips.
'How can a flower, so fragile yet so strong bloom amongst a place such as
this?' his mind questioned. 'It doesn't belong here, it doesn't belong in this
nightmare . . . . . just as the princess doesn't belong here . . .' he stiffened at the
thought of his princess, 'where is she?!' he thought, worry replacing all
emotions.
As if the winds carried his thoughts to her, a figure began to mold amongst the
thick foggy mists. "Endymion!" came her voice, turning around to give his full
attention to his caller, the mists began to gradually fade away, revealing a lone
figure dressed in a sleeveless fitting white gown that loosened at the ends,
edges embroidered in golden thread. Although her face was cloaked from
view (like the many times before), one could see wisps of golden pigtails tied
firmly on each side of her head by a bun.
"Endymion," she called out again, as he took a step closer towards her, "you
must hurry, time is against us!" A look of bewilderment marred his handsome
face, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as a million questions began to
surface, but before any could be answered, his surroundings began to rotate,
as everything seemed to merge into a whirlpool of colors. He couldn't
acknowledge what was going on and felt his grasp on consciousness loosen. A
small yelp escaped his lips before everything went black . . . . . .
*********
Trudging along the silent streets of Juuban, was one odango-ed Tuskino
Usagi. It was yet another exhausting night at Tokyo Hospital, this time the
kids at the children's ward who grew fondly attatched to the blonde, soft blue
eyed nurse, refused to allow her to leave until she made sure all of them were
asleep. She loved her job, her love for others making the best of her
personality. Although she only worked as a volunteer, she had to admit it was
quite tiring.
Spotting her home from a distance, she quickened her pace. Reaching the safe
confines of her room, she plopped on her bed, not bothering to change her
clothes and allowed a much needed sleep to cloud her senses.
*********
Adjusting his eyes to the sunlit room, which glistened against the suns
penetrating rays. 'Where am I?' his mind voiced, as he regained consciousness.
He noticed that he was hooked to many machines that varied in size and
shape, his right arm was attatched to an I.V drip and soft rhythmic beeps of a
heart machine, echoed against the sterile white walls.
At the foot of his bed stood a man of 5'8, clad in a long white coat, clipboard
in hand as he intently looked through countless pages. Putting the clip down,
he turned his gaze towards his patient and found that he had already
awakened.
"Good Morning Chiba-san", he greeted walking towards him. "Morning..."
came Mamoru's hoarse reply, recognising the doctor.
The moment he lifted his head, trying to sit up, an instant feel of nausea and
pain swept through his body like a bullet. Helping him lay back down, Dr.
Akagi held a stern angry look. "What did I tell you about taking some rest?
This is the third time this week you've suffered from a heart attack! And this
one seems very severe!"
Unable to remain conscious as the doctor continued to lecture him about his
condition and irresponsbility towards his health, he felt his eye lids droop
heavly and finally gave up to sleep.
Realising that his ebony haired patient had dozed off in between. He sagged
his shoulders in defeat, picked up his abandoned clipboard and headed
towards the door muttering something about kids these days.
*********
Liked it? Hated it? Want me to continue? E-mail me/Review and let
me know ^-^