A/N- Eh, Heh...Sorry it's been so long since I last updated...I'm sorta
stuck between working on "You Don't Understand", "Master of Disaster",
"Silence", and "Unhealthy Breakfasts". Ever wanted to know why they call
it a breakfast? It's because, in the Crocket household, you break things
fast. This is the sequel to Pomplemouse. *RSA, Random Shameless
Advertizing* Go read Pomplemouse. Even if you have no knowledge at all of G
Gundam, you'll still like this. Onwards!
Disclaimer- If I own Yu-Gi-Oh, then I am not a confusing, angst ridden, little girl. I am also completely sane. And no, I don't walk around on Halloween with my little brother, a guy whose hair has just recently been dyed blue, and a handmade pair of spray-painted silver, four foot long katanas. Really. *Nods somewhat convincingly.*
Resisting the Call of Feeling
When at last the rains did stop, Seto was loath to leave the cave. The world outside was different somehow, just as the tiger was. Just as he was.
Silence laced with accusation and resentment had filled the cave after Seto's outburst and the tiger's soft words. Even now Seto could feel the weight of sorrow in the tiger's mind voice - as well as its regret.
//The world outside is different because you are beginning to remember ever so slightly, Seto. As you regain more of your memories the Dreamscape will alter itself to suit your new perception of what it should be. And as that happens, you will begin to wake up.//
Turning to look at the tiger, Seto was surprised that its mind voice should sound so tired. So drained and devoid of the fire he had come to associate with it. Looking into its eyes, he saw that they lacked their usual shine.
//What's happening to you?//
The tiger managed to dredge up a small smile in an attempt to set Seto's frayed nerves at ease. Somehow the fragile expression only served to frighten him even more. He could deal with the tiger turning on him and becoming someone he had to watch, but to lose it completely...
//What's wrong? What's wrong with you?//
Stepping past him, the tiger walked out of the cave and into the fading gloom beyond, ignoring the desperation and fear in Seto's mind voice. Giving itself a good shake, the tiger glanced back over its shoulder at Seto, something in its eyes luring him to it.
//Run with me, Seto. Run with me.//
Blinking, Seto took a step forward before he knew what he'd done. All he knew at that moment was the siren song of the tiger's words summoning him. Inviting him to shed his troubles and simply feel again.
When he did realize what he was doing, Seto planted his feet and refused to budge. He would not fall prey to the sweet poison the tiger fed him with its words and pretty turn of phrase. Would not lose himself in sensation devoid of thought. Not until he understood the ways of the Dreamscape. Not until he understood what was expected of him so that he would not be sent back to the waking world where only pain and misery awaited him.
//No. For once give me a straight answer. No more of your riddles. No more of your mysteries. Just answer me.//
The tiger stared at him, tail twitching to some inner rhythm of heart and blood and life.
//Run with me, Seto. Run with me.//
Again he resisted the tiger's call. It cost him more than he knew, to force himself to remain grounded in lucid thought and the skewed reality of the Dreamscape. It cost him to fight the side of him that craved to be released. The side of him that begged to be let loose. The side of him that cried to be free.
//You say that I am afraid of what I don't remember, and yet you fail to answer a simple question. Is it because you can't, or is it because you won't? Which is it?//
To his surprise, the tiger laughed at him, warmth and affection slipping past his guard and into his mind with effortless ease. It frightened him at the same time it left him to wonder if what he felt was real. If the affection was genuine and not some dreamed up scrap of desperate hope and desire his mind had created.
//Oh but it is real, Seto. As real as I am. // The tiger said as it walked towards him splashing through puddles left by the storm. //As to what's happening to me...I told you humans were not meant to live here forever. Bend time; even stop it completely - that they can do. But the one thing they cannot do is touch the waking world as they would here. The waking world lives on while time here flows in an endless loop controlled by the Dreamer. Controlled by _you_, Seto. I have already been here too long as it is. And so have you. No one can stay here forever, Seto. Not even me. //
A/N- This is a BIG thank you to KaTyA! She taught me how to use Italics! Yay! *Hands KaTyA a cookie.* But someone said that the conversations here were easy to read as they are, so hence, thus they will remain. But I think that the rest of my stories will get the change.
Disclaimer- If I own Yu-Gi-Oh, then I am not a confusing, angst ridden, little girl. I am also completely sane. And no, I don't walk around on Halloween with my little brother, a guy whose hair has just recently been dyed blue, and a handmade pair of spray-painted silver, four foot long katanas. Really. *Nods somewhat convincingly.*
Resisting the Call of Feeling
When at last the rains did stop, Seto was loath to leave the cave. The world outside was different somehow, just as the tiger was. Just as he was.
Silence laced with accusation and resentment had filled the cave after Seto's outburst and the tiger's soft words. Even now Seto could feel the weight of sorrow in the tiger's mind voice - as well as its regret.
//The world outside is different because you are beginning to remember ever so slightly, Seto. As you regain more of your memories the Dreamscape will alter itself to suit your new perception of what it should be. And as that happens, you will begin to wake up.//
Turning to look at the tiger, Seto was surprised that its mind voice should sound so tired. So drained and devoid of the fire he had come to associate with it. Looking into its eyes, he saw that they lacked their usual shine.
//What's happening to you?//
The tiger managed to dredge up a small smile in an attempt to set Seto's frayed nerves at ease. Somehow the fragile expression only served to frighten him even more. He could deal with the tiger turning on him and becoming someone he had to watch, but to lose it completely...
//What's wrong? What's wrong with you?//
Stepping past him, the tiger walked out of the cave and into the fading gloom beyond, ignoring the desperation and fear in Seto's mind voice. Giving itself a good shake, the tiger glanced back over its shoulder at Seto, something in its eyes luring him to it.
//Run with me, Seto. Run with me.//
Blinking, Seto took a step forward before he knew what he'd done. All he knew at that moment was the siren song of the tiger's words summoning him. Inviting him to shed his troubles and simply feel again.
When he did realize what he was doing, Seto planted his feet and refused to budge. He would not fall prey to the sweet poison the tiger fed him with its words and pretty turn of phrase. Would not lose himself in sensation devoid of thought. Not until he understood the ways of the Dreamscape. Not until he understood what was expected of him so that he would not be sent back to the waking world where only pain and misery awaited him.
//No. For once give me a straight answer. No more of your riddles. No more of your mysteries. Just answer me.//
The tiger stared at him, tail twitching to some inner rhythm of heart and blood and life.
//Run with me, Seto. Run with me.//
Again he resisted the tiger's call. It cost him more than he knew, to force himself to remain grounded in lucid thought and the skewed reality of the Dreamscape. It cost him to fight the side of him that craved to be released. The side of him that begged to be let loose. The side of him that cried to be free.
//You say that I am afraid of what I don't remember, and yet you fail to answer a simple question. Is it because you can't, or is it because you won't? Which is it?//
To his surprise, the tiger laughed at him, warmth and affection slipping past his guard and into his mind with effortless ease. It frightened him at the same time it left him to wonder if what he felt was real. If the affection was genuine and not some dreamed up scrap of desperate hope and desire his mind had created.
//Oh but it is real, Seto. As real as I am. // The tiger said as it walked towards him splashing through puddles left by the storm. //As to what's happening to me...I told you humans were not meant to live here forever. Bend time; even stop it completely - that they can do. But the one thing they cannot do is touch the waking world as they would here. The waking world lives on while time here flows in an endless loop controlled by the Dreamer. Controlled by _you_, Seto. I have already been here too long as it is. And so have you. No one can stay here forever, Seto. Not even me. //
A/N- This is a BIG thank you to KaTyA! She taught me how to use Italics! Yay! *Hands KaTyA a cookie.* But someone said that the conversations here were easy to read as they are, so hence, thus they will remain. But I think that the rest of my stories will get the change.