A soft stirring next to me woke me up. My eyes didn't have to open to know who it was. I could feel his soul caress mine even when he was in the deepest of sleep. He did that often, just to make sure I was there. And I think he knows how much I love it when he does that. The pleasure filled warmness that spread throughout me every time he touched my soul. His slightly smaller body pressed against my chest and he slept on. I was grateful he hadn't waken up due to my dream. I had managed to block it from his knowing somehow with an unconscious mind.
It didnt bother me much. I knew he wouldnt ask even if he had felt my pain. And I felt strangely guilty at this. He had allowed me to sense, feel and know every bit of his pain. And let me help him. Yet now I find myself blocking him from me.
I sighed and rubbed my forehead, a growing headache coming. I wrapped my arm around his waist again and recalled the dream.
I hated to think about those days. But I find myself ding that often now. The day Raven and Thane had died. When me and a barely alive Kaden were thrown into prison by the Kaizer. Those endless days of pain. . .
I awoke to a cold hard floor. Damp and sticky with some substance. It smelled terrible, of gore and death and rotting flesh. My bleary eyes opened and I managed to push myself from the floor. The sticky substance was on the side of my face, and I lifted my hand to wipe it away when I realized the whole front of my body was covered in blood.
As was the side of my face. I felt sick at the sight and looked away. Al around my digimon lay beaten to death, blood dripping from open wounds of the yet dead creatures. Some moaning in endles pain as their bodies refused to give away to sweet death and relief. Everything I saw was sick, and I felt my stomach churn. I scooted over to the wall I was laying by and found Kaden there, rugged breathing and bloodied too. Unconscious, he looked more beaten then when he had passed out from the fire. His armor was gone and he whore only a pair of black pants and was barefooted. Cuts and bruises lined all over his chest. He looked as if he had been whipped, and in battle.
I noticed my armor was gone as well, and I wore similar white pants. I was stripped of weapons and means of defence, and I was red all over. I wiped the blood from my chest and saw whip marks there as well. What had happened? I was numb all over. . .
My head hurt and I remembered the wound to my forehead. It was then I felt the searing pain in my skull. I yelped slightly. God it hurt so bad. So numb it burned to touch it. Blood was in my eyes, thats why everything was blurry and slightly red. I wiped it away.
The gash on my face had to be deep, because I could of sworn I felt the bone of my skull. The pain . . . I groaned in agony as I slumped over to the form of my brother and tried to shake him awake.
"Kaden?" I whispered . "Kaden, wake up."
Pain filled coughing came from his lungs and glazed eyes opened to look at me. "Little brother?"
I nodded slightly and settled down at his side and to my surprise his head fell against my shoulder. He was humiliated and I felt terrible.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"The Kaizers arena" He whispered and closed his eyes again and rested against my shoulder.
The Digimon Kaizer. I cursed under my breath. We had heard so many rumors about his being. How he captured digimon and made them slaves, others were entertainment. The whip marks on my and Kaden were proof. I had no memory of it. Had he done it while I was unconscious or was I under the influence of the dark rings it was said he used to control digimon. I felt weak and worn out. Had I been used as a slave then thrown here into the arena with Kaden? Why hadn't my wounds healed by now? Had the beating come when I was out cold?
My head hurt even more.
I tried to calm my mind from my surroundings, but it was useless as the smell of blood filled my lungs. So dark and cold, then there was sudden light as a gate opened. Kaden stirred and looked towards the light and moaned. He tried to sit upright bet fell against me again.
A humanoid figure stood in the light and walked towards us. A sadistic grin on his lips as he stood over us, a whip in hand tapping against his hip. Those dark tinted ridiculous sunglasses shading his eyes.
"You" he pointed to Kaden who didn't have the strength to hide the fear from his eyes. Cold, pained, terrified eyes.
"No!" I cried suddenly and the whip came down on me hard.
A felt a hand touch my face and I opened my eyes to find myself back in Koujis room, his young eyes looking at me worriedly.
To many bad memories. I had to stop them, block them from my mind somehow. Kouji didn't need to know about those days.
"Nye-kun?" He asked. And he stroked my wet cheek and I realized blood dripped down from the scar on my face. I sat up, every muscle and sense alert and aware. One drop of blood slid down my cheek. My long healed scar was still bleeding. Then the blood tear fell. I wiped it away and hid my face from Kouji.
I didn't want him to see me. To see the horror that filled my eyes. I didn't want him to go through what I did. He didnt deserve the pain I had kept inside me all those years. He deserved to be free from pain. It had only been one day. He didn't need this. Not now, not ever.
"Nye?" He asked again.
"Don't look at me" I whispered in shame.
"Nye, please talk to me." Fear was in his voice.
"I'm alright Kouji. Don't worry about me." I whispered, my hands shook. I was scaring him now.
I felt his slender hand slip into mine and I forced myself to look at him. I didn't have the strength to hide my emotions from my face.
"Nye, please tel me." he asked gently and curled up in my lap.
"I can't Kouji-kun."
"Nye you told me you wanted to make me feel better. And you did. Now let me help you" Kouji pleaded.
God I was hurting him even now. I came to him to take him away from all that. So he wouldn't be alone anymore. And I was still hurting him.
"Please Nye" He begged me. I could feel his soul against mine again. So comforting and inviting.
And I told him. I told him everything that happened to me.
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It didnt bother me much. I knew he wouldnt ask even if he had felt my pain. And I felt strangely guilty at this. He had allowed me to sense, feel and know every bit of his pain. And let me help him. Yet now I find myself blocking him from me.
I sighed and rubbed my forehead, a growing headache coming. I wrapped my arm around his waist again and recalled the dream.
I hated to think about those days. But I find myself ding that often now. The day Raven and Thane had died. When me and a barely alive Kaden were thrown into prison by the Kaizer. Those endless days of pain. . .
I awoke to a cold hard floor. Damp and sticky with some substance. It smelled terrible, of gore and death and rotting flesh. My bleary eyes opened and I managed to push myself from the floor. The sticky substance was on the side of my face, and I lifted my hand to wipe it away when I realized the whole front of my body was covered in blood.
As was the side of my face. I felt sick at the sight and looked away. Al around my digimon lay beaten to death, blood dripping from open wounds of the yet dead creatures. Some moaning in endles pain as their bodies refused to give away to sweet death and relief. Everything I saw was sick, and I felt my stomach churn. I scooted over to the wall I was laying by and found Kaden there, rugged breathing and bloodied too. Unconscious, he looked more beaten then when he had passed out from the fire. His armor was gone and he whore only a pair of black pants and was barefooted. Cuts and bruises lined all over his chest. He looked as if he had been whipped, and in battle.
I noticed my armor was gone as well, and I wore similar white pants. I was stripped of weapons and means of defence, and I was red all over. I wiped the blood from my chest and saw whip marks there as well. What had happened? I was numb all over. . .
My head hurt and I remembered the wound to my forehead. It was then I felt the searing pain in my skull. I yelped slightly. God it hurt so bad. So numb it burned to touch it. Blood was in my eyes, thats why everything was blurry and slightly red. I wiped it away.
The gash on my face had to be deep, because I could of sworn I felt the bone of my skull. The pain . . . I groaned in agony as I slumped over to the form of my brother and tried to shake him awake.
"Kaden?" I whispered . "Kaden, wake up."
Pain filled coughing came from his lungs and glazed eyes opened to look at me. "Little brother?"
I nodded slightly and settled down at his side and to my surprise his head fell against my shoulder. He was humiliated and I felt terrible.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"The Kaizers arena" He whispered and closed his eyes again and rested against my shoulder.
The Digimon Kaizer. I cursed under my breath. We had heard so many rumors about his being. How he captured digimon and made them slaves, others were entertainment. The whip marks on my and Kaden were proof. I had no memory of it. Had he done it while I was unconscious or was I under the influence of the dark rings it was said he used to control digimon. I felt weak and worn out. Had I been used as a slave then thrown here into the arena with Kaden? Why hadn't my wounds healed by now? Had the beating come when I was out cold?
My head hurt even more.
I tried to calm my mind from my surroundings, but it was useless as the smell of blood filled my lungs. So dark and cold, then there was sudden light as a gate opened. Kaden stirred and looked towards the light and moaned. He tried to sit upright bet fell against me again.
A humanoid figure stood in the light and walked towards us. A sadistic grin on his lips as he stood over us, a whip in hand tapping against his hip. Those dark tinted ridiculous sunglasses shading his eyes.
"You" he pointed to Kaden who didn't have the strength to hide the fear from his eyes. Cold, pained, terrified eyes.
"No!" I cried suddenly and the whip came down on me hard.
A felt a hand touch my face and I opened my eyes to find myself back in Koujis room, his young eyes looking at me worriedly.
To many bad memories. I had to stop them, block them from my mind somehow. Kouji didn't need to know about those days.
"Nye-kun?" He asked. And he stroked my wet cheek and I realized blood dripped down from the scar on my face. I sat up, every muscle and sense alert and aware. One drop of blood slid down my cheek. My long healed scar was still bleeding. Then the blood tear fell. I wiped it away and hid my face from Kouji.
I didn't want him to see me. To see the horror that filled my eyes. I didn't want him to go through what I did. He didnt deserve the pain I had kept inside me all those years. He deserved to be free from pain. It had only been one day. He didn't need this. Not now, not ever.
"Nye?" He asked again.
"Don't look at me" I whispered in shame.
"Nye, please talk to me." Fear was in his voice.
"I'm alright Kouji. Don't worry about me." I whispered, my hands shook. I was scaring him now.
I felt his slender hand slip into mine and I forced myself to look at him. I didn't have the strength to hide my emotions from my face.
"Nye, please tel me." he asked gently and curled up in my lap.
"I can't Kouji-kun."
"Nye you told me you wanted to make me feel better. And you did. Now let me help you" Kouji pleaded.
God I was hurting him even now. I came to him to take him away from all that. So he wouldn't be alone anymore. And I was still hurting him.
"Please Nye" He begged me. I could feel his soul against mine again. So comforting and inviting.
And I told him. I told him everything that happened to me.
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