Disclaimer: My name isn't Kazuki Takahashi. I think you get the idea.
Dangerous Game
Running a hand through my hair, I sat staring at the green plaid design of my bedspread toying with the object I held in my hand. Moonlight reflected off of it's golden surface, momentarily blinding my eyesight.
The sun had long since retired for the day, and the creatures of the night ruled the darkness once more. Perhaps it was the correct mood for the moment, for what I was about to do would no doubt seal my fate if-god forbid it-something should go wrong.
I gave an involuntary shudder as I remembered the task at hand, disgusted at myself for even having the audacity to think of, let alone attempt it. What had happened to me? Had I let myself become so weak and vulnerable that I let one person not even technically alive manipulate my soul toward his own twisted desires?
I contemplated this for a moment. Perhaps I had. I'll never know, It was too long ago to remember. I clenched my fist. No more stalling. I had to do this now.
Closing my eyes, I willed myself far into the depths of my soul, materializing into a corridor of darkness. Reaching out for the door that separated me from the object of my demise, I froze.
'Maybe it doesn't have to be this way. I could turn away now, and forget any of this ever happened.' The endless black abyss surrounding me intimidated me somewhat, as if mocking me for my cowardice. I shook my head, ridding my mind of these thoughts. No, I had to do this now. My grip tightened upon the object's small, obelisk-like structure. I would prove to them all how strong I could be.
Slowly turning the solid gold knob, I let myself into his private sanctuary. I didn't expect to seem him outright, that would be asking for too much. Fear enveloped my senses. Maybe I could turn back now, before he had the chance to sense me!
"What are you doing here?!"
Too late.
I whirled around, sheer instinct causing me to hide the object in my hands, behind my back. He gave me a cool, malevolent glare unhindered by my actions.
"Answer me dammit!"
I almost broke down under his gaze, overwhelming uncertainty suffocating my mind. I had rehearsed this so many times that I could say it in my sleep, but this was reality-there was no room for failure. It was now or never.
"I-
He grabbed my shirt, jerking me forward out of my thoughts. The piece slipped out of my hands, hitting the floor with a loud 'clink'. His eyes widened, as he saw what it was. Bending forward, he hastily retrieved it, turning it over in his hands many times to make sure it was real.
After confirming so his eyes met mine, a look that promised pain if I didn't explain myself.
"What's this?" He asked simply.
Although his tone hid his delight-I couldn't have asked for more. I parted my lips to speak, the words rolling off of my tongue so easily, I almost couldn't believe I had said it.
"I decided to help you."
He looked at me first in surprise, which quickly turned to suspicion, but the object he now held in his hands was all the proof I needed.
He never questioned my sudden change of heart, and I was thankful for it. It could have been that maybe he thought it was because of the way I had been feeling toward him lately. He would take whatever chance he could to take advantage of me, and I never denied my feelings. He assumed too much. That was his first mistake.
I now lay in my bed, the heart-wrenching guilt upon my conscience clashed with the final thought in my head as I slowly drifted off in a peaceful slumber.
I had made my first move. The game had begun.