Title: More or Less Sane
Author: FireDemon
Email: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: PG13
Category: Romance
Warnings: Shounen-ai/Shoujo-ai, Disturbing behaviour.
Summary: AU. Evil Vampires, Bloodsucking and a conversation with a Psychiatrist. Guess who's telling the story this time... Hehe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Zoids, if I did Fiona would be passionately in love with Zeke, Raven would be too busy worrying about his sexuality to fight for Prozen, and the Guardian Force would be enthusiastically screwing each other while Moonbay followed them around with a video camera.
Chapter 2:
"Why am I here? Oh that's an easy one. Thomas told me to come!" I chirp, pleasantly surprised by the question.
Dr Ichijouji seems nice, not what I was expecting. I've always been a little prejudiced against psychiatrists, especially as Thomas seems to find them so distasteful.
He looks a little nervous, I think I'm his first ever patient. He reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes. He has blue hair, but not blue like Reese's, it's darker, a midnight blue that is nowhere near as attractive or unusual.
"Er, and why did he tell you to come?"
I puzzle over the question for a moment, trying to remember the blonde's exact words, "He told me I should get something off my chest."
The man relaxes a little, "That's probably a good idea. Do you have anything you'd like to talk about? Anything that's bothering you?"
I pause, consider the question, then I smile, "Actually I do."
He settles himself more comfortably, and smiles encouragingly at me, "Go ahead," He prompts.
"Is it wrong to kill other people so that you, yourself, can go on living?" I ask.
His eyes widen, and he shoots up, "What?"
I blink, "Do you wish for me to repeat the question, or was that simply an incredulous exclamation?"
"I..." He takes a deep breath, "I'm sorry. That's a very odd question. Why do you ask?"
"Well..." I begin, then I stop, "Maybe I should start at the beginning."
He nods, "That would be the logical place to begin."
"It began at the nightclub. It was a fairly nice nightclub, as far as I can tell. I don't usually go to nightclubs you see."
He nods again.
"It wasn't my idea to go to the nightclub, but we did have fun there." I inform the man, "We split up almost immediately."
"Why?" He asks.
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Why did you split up?"
"Well, privacy in part I suppose. We all had different ideas about how we wanted to spend our night at the club."
"I see," He says and I giggle as it reminds me of Thomas's imitation of the psychiatrist he ate.
"What's so funny?" He questions as I continue to laugh.
"I'm sorry, Thomas was pretending to be a psychiatrist and he kept saying I see, so every time someone says I see, I remember Thomas saying that and I laugh."
"I..." He trails off, "Yes, very good. Why don't you tell me about Thomas?"
"Thomas? Thomas is Thomas. He's very funny, and sweet. I think he's probably my best friend," I smile, "Thomas is hard to describe. He's just... Thomas, that's all."
"I... Uh huh." The psychiatrist scribbles something down on the pad which he's holding.
"Are you drawing a picture? Is that why you wanted to know about Thomas?" I ask.
He looks up, his face turning slightly pink, "No, of course not. Why don't you tell me about what happened at the club?"
"Oh. Okay," I chirp, "I'd dragged Thomas over to the speakers so that he could 'feel' the music with me."
"How exactly do you feel music?" He asks curiously.
"Well..." I blink, "You know. You listen to it, and the beat is under your feet, and your heart beats in time and your head pounds along with the pulsating rhythm. Feeling the music, you know."
He nods, "And then what happened?"
"I... Moonbay brought me a drink of something. It didn't taste brilliant, I think she said it was a cocktail."
"I see" The psychiatrist smiles lightly, and I suppress the laughter I can feel bubbling inside of me.
"I remember dancing with Irvine and Thomas and Moonbay, but Irvine and Moonbay kept giving me drinks, and I kept drinking them, and I kept falling over. And then everyone started calling me a lightweight." I pout angrily at the memory, "Then Irvine spilt something on Moonbay's shirt and she dragged me into the bathroom so that she could change tops."
"And how did that make you feel?" He asks, the words are slightly stiff, as if they've been over-practised.
"Feel? Well I was a little dizzy, but very happy. Then when Moonbay had finally finished in the bathroom I was feeling kind of let down and normal. Things had stopped being funny and unusual."
"Oh," The man hastily writes something in his notebook and I try to lean over to look at it, but he snaps the book shut before I can. "And what about when you returned to the speakers?"
"Well Irvine was still there but apparently Thomas had been asked to dance."
"And how did that make you feel?" He repeats; it reminds me of a broken record, and I have to try hard not to giggle. Thinking about the question does make my amusement disappear.
"Kind of lonely actually. Thomas had someone, and Moonbay and Irvine had each other. I kinda wanted someone to dance with me too."
"Lonely huh?" His violet eyes meet mine, and he smiles, "I know how that feels."
"Yes." I agree, "She looked lonely too. That's why I went and talked to her."
"She?" He questions.
"Reese. My Reese," I smile tenderly, "She's beautiful... unbelievably so... inhumanly so."
"Oh."
"She smiled when I said hello, and slid her arms around my neck without even asking me to dance. And then she kissed me."
"She kissed you?" He asks a little startled.
"Yes. It was my first kiss, and it was incredible."
"You're a lesbian then?" He asks me, voice trembling.
"Not exactly. Lesbian implies interested in girls, and I'm not interested in girls. I'm interested in Reese, and Reese alone." I smile.
"Are you sure you're not insecure about your sexuality?" He questions hopefully.
"There are many things I am uncertain of, but my sexuality is not one of them." I reply firmly, "I love Reese, and nothing else matters."
"Oh," He looks even more nervous, "So, after Reese kissed you, what happened?"
"We kept dancing. It was nice. It was like we were dancing to a song no one else could hear. For the first time in my life there was someone else who could feel the music as I did. Who heard the melodies that the rest of the world ignored. It felt like we were moving in perfect sync. I've never danced like that before, like my partner could hear my thoughts before I had a chance to think them."
He sighs, "That sounds incredible."
"It was," I hasten to assure him. I don't think he's acting like a psychiatrist should any more, he's smiling at me, despite his apprehension, and he's losing himself in my feelings.
"Had you ever loved anyone before you met Reese?" He asks me.
I shake my head, "I used to think I had a crush on one of my school teachers, but that wasn't love. With Reese it was... we fit. We both knew we were meant to be together forever."
"That's so romantic," He murmurs almost to himself, "Are you still together?"
"Of course!" I declare, "Reese would never leave me. I'm too much a part of her, and she's too much a part of me."
"So what happened next?" He prompts.
"I remembered that Thomas and I were supposed to be going home together, so Reese told me she'd help me look for him."
"Did you find him?" His voice is soft, as if he's afraid to break the spell I'm weaving with my voice.
"Yes. We found him. He was dancing with Reese's bond-brother, Raven. Reese and I interrupted them, and Reese made Raven escort her to the bar so that they could get Thomas and I a drink. I'd mentioned I was thirsty earlier, and Reese had remembered. While they were gone Thomas and I talked."
"What did you talk about?" His notebook rests on the floor beside him, completely forgotten.
"He asked who Reese was and I told him that she was my soul mate, my one true love. He asked if I was sure, and I reassured him that I was positive on the matter. He told me about Raven, and I encouraged him. If he was besotted with my soul mate's bond-brother then who was I to doubt their love."
The doctor smiled, "I couldn't agree more."
I return the smile, "Reese and Raven returned with our drinks and Reese greeted me with another one of those earth-shattering kisses I mentioned earlier. Thomas looked a little shell-shocked. I'd never even admitted to having a crush before let alone kissed someone in front of him. I think he thought I was joking about Reese."
Violet eyes glittered with amusement, "I can imagine. Did you two stay at the club?"
I shake my head, "No. After I finished my drink Reese bid Raven goodbye and we left the club. It was about 3am in the morning, and Reese decided we should go back to her place."
"And you went?" He questions slightly surprised.
"Of course, she's my soul mate, I trust her completely." I reply just as surprised.
"So after you got back to her place what happened?"
"She gave me another drink, of orange juice, and then she led me into her bedroom. She was so gentle, her fingers soft and cool beneath my own as she tenderly placed me onto her bed and straddled me."
I look up to see the colour rush to my psychiatrists cheeks, he coughs and says something that sounds a lot like continue, so I do.
"We kissed again, softly at first, and then she deepened it, and it felt like she was the only thing keeping me from drowning in a sea of passion."
I probably sound like some cheap romance, but every cliché I use fits my feelings so well.
"Her lips kissed a burning trail to my earlobe, where she paused to whisper that she loved me, then she sunk her teeth into my neck."
I hear a choked sound that I assume is Dr. Ichijouji, but I don't stop my narrative.
"It was incredible, the most intense pleasure I have ever felt came from that bite. I could feel my blood disappearing into her mouth, but I didn't care. Being changed into a vampire by my soul-mate was an experience I would pay to repeat. Everything about it was pleasurable. Even the pain when she sank her teeth was pleasurable. It was like sex, only better. There is nothing like being connected to the person you adore on so deep a level."
My shrink's eyes are wide and filled with horror, "Y-you think that you're a vampire?"
"I am a vampire," I smile, stressing the word am.
"Oh," His voice is weak, almost too weak.
"So, having heard my tale, tell me, is it wrong of me to kill other people so that I can go on living?" I tilt my head, "The question has been bugging me."
"I..." He falters, "Everybody kills to survive, it's a part of life."
"Death is a part of life?" I question, meditating on the idea, "So it is not wrong?"
"I..."
I smile, "I see."
Swiftly I stand, "Thomas was correct. Therapists are useful." I smile, "Thank you for your help."
"Wait!" He cries, "I... Where are you going?"
"Home, to Reese, and my family." I bare my fangs, "Why?"
"I want to know. Reese turned you into a vampire, right?"
My brow wrinkles, "Correct..."
"...And now you live with her, right?"
"Her, and Thomas and Raven."
"So you don't have a problem with her being a vampire, or being a vampire yourself?"
"No. I was alarmed by the way others must die for us to live, but you have helped me."
His eyes widen, "What do you mean?"
I turn, "Death is a part of life Dr. Ichijouji, now that I've accepted that I can get on with my life."
I turn and walk out of the door, ignoring both the stunned counsellor and the rustle that means one of my room-mates has arrived to take care of him.
I smile at the secretary on my way out, "Talking about your problems really does help," I chirp, "By the way, you look delicious, how do you feel about dinner?"
The girl looks up, "Well, I get off in about 5 minutes. Dinner sounds great."
"Great," I echo, smiling at the pale skinned brunette.
I really am quite hungry, but eating Dr Ichijouji, that would have been rude.
Authors Notes: I hope you all figured out it was Fiona. I didn't mention her name, but it was from Fiona's perspective.
This one's for Naomi Hunter, who told me I HAD to write more of this fic, because there was so much more I could do with it. Also Plink, thanks for reviewing, and Maelgwyn, here's the second chapter. By the way, I'm from South Australia I think it was you who asked. There seem to be a lot of Zoids writers who live in Australia *grins*.
I intended it as a one-shot, but I figured I could try something else. This is more a companion piece, but if you like it I can write the last two point of view's as the next two chapters, explaining what's going on from Reese and Raven's POV's. If I do, it won't just be what happened at the club, it'll go more into what happened afterwards. What do you guys think?
So should I write the other two perspective's, or do the other POV's just confuse things?
Author: FireDemon
Email: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: PG13
Category: Romance
Warnings: Shounen-ai/Shoujo-ai, Disturbing behaviour.
Summary: AU. Evil Vampires, Bloodsucking and a conversation with a Psychiatrist. Guess who's telling the story this time... Hehe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Zoids, if I did Fiona would be passionately in love with Zeke, Raven would be too busy worrying about his sexuality to fight for Prozen, and the Guardian Force would be enthusiastically screwing each other while Moonbay followed them around with a video camera.
Chapter 2:
"Why am I here? Oh that's an easy one. Thomas told me to come!" I chirp, pleasantly surprised by the question.
Dr Ichijouji seems nice, not what I was expecting. I've always been a little prejudiced against psychiatrists, especially as Thomas seems to find them so distasteful.
He looks a little nervous, I think I'm his first ever patient. He reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes. He has blue hair, but not blue like Reese's, it's darker, a midnight blue that is nowhere near as attractive or unusual.
"Er, and why did he tell you to come?"
I puzzle over the question for a moment, trying to remember the blonde's exact words, "He told me I should get something off my chest."
The man relaxes a little, "That's probably a good idea. Do you have anything you'd like to talk about? Anything that's bothering you?"
I pause, consider the question, then I smile, "Actually I do."
He settles himself more comfortably, and smiles encouragingly at me, "Go ahead," He prompts.
"Is it wrong to kill other people so that you, yourself, can go on living?" I ask.
His eyes widen, and he shoots up, "What?"
I blink, "Do you wish for me to repeat the question, or was that simply an incredulous exclamation?"
"I..." He takes a deep breath, "I'm sorry. That's a very odd question. Why do you ask?"
"Well..." I begin, then I stop, "Maybe I should start at the beginning."
He nods, "That would be the logical place to begin."
"It began at the nightclub. It was a fairly nice nightclub, as far as I can tell. I don't usually go to nightclubs you see."
He nods again.
"It wasn't my idea to go to the nightclub, but we did have fun there." I inform the man, "We split up almost immediately."
"Why?" He asks.
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Why did you split up?"
"Well, privacy in part I suppose. We all had different ideas about how we wanted to spend our night at the club."
"I see," He says and I giggle as it reminds me of Thomas's imitation of the psychiatrist he ate.
"What's so funny?" He questions as I continue to laugh.
"I'm sorry, Thomas was pretending to be a psychiatrist and he kept saying I see, so every time someone says I see, I remember Thomas saying that and I laugh."
"I..." He trails off, "Yes, very good. Why don't you tell me about Thomas?"
"Thomas? Thomas is Thomas. He's very funny, and sweet. I think he's probably my best friend," I smile, "Thomas is hard to describe. He's just... Thomas, that's all."
"I... Uh huh." The psychiatrist scribbles something down on the pad which he's holding.
"Are you drawing a picture? Is that why you wanted to know about Thomas?" I ask.
He looks up, his face turning slightly pink, "No, of course not. Why don't you tell me about what happened at the club?"
"Oh. Okay," I chirp, "I'd dragged Thomas over to the speakers so that he could 'feel' the music with me."
"How exactly do you feel music?" He asks curiously.
"Well..." I blink, "You know. You listen to it, and the beat is under your feet, and your heart beats in time and your head pounds along with the pulsating rhythm. Feeling the music, you know."
He nods, "And then what happened?"
"I... Moonbay brought me a drink of something. It didn't taste brilliant, I think she said it was a cocktail."
"I see" The psychiatrist smiles lightly, and I suppress the laughter I can feel bubbling inside of me.
"I remember dancing with Irvine and Thomas and Moonbay, but Irvine and Moonbay kept giving me drinks, and I kept drinking them, and I kept falling over. And then everyone started calling me a lightweight." I pout angrily at the memory, "Then Irvine spilt something on Moonbay's shirt and she dragged me into the bathroom so that she could change tops."
"And how did that make you feel?" He asks, the words are slightly stiff, as if they've been over-practised.
"Feel? Well I was a little dizzy, but very happy. Then when Moonbay had finally finished in the bathroom I was feeling kind of let down and normal. Things had stopped being funny and unusual."
"Oh," The man hastily writes something in his notebook and I try to lean over to look at it, but he snaps the book shut before I can. "And what about when you returned to the speakers?"
"Well Irvine was still there but apparently Thomas had been asked to dance."
"And how did that make you feel?" He repeats; it reminds me of a broken record, and I have to try hard not to giggle. Thinking about the question does make my amusement disappear.
"Kind of lonely actually. Thomas had someone, and Moonbay and Irvine had each other. I kinda wanted someone to dance with me too."
"Lonely huh?" His violet eyes meet mine, and he smiles, "I know how that feels."
"Yes." I agree, "She looked lonely too. That's why I went and talked to her."
"She?" He questions.
"Reese. My Reese," I smile tenderly, "She's beautiful... unbelievably so... inhumanly so."
"Oh."
"She smiled when I said hello, and slid her arms around my neck without even asking me to dance. And then she kissed me."
"She kissed you?" He asks a little startled.
"Yes. It was my first kiss, and it was incredible."
"You're a lesbian then?" He asks me, voice trembling.
"Not exactly. Lesbian implies interested in girls, and I'm not interested in girls. I'm interested in Reese, and Reese alone." I smile.
"Are you sure you're not insecure about your sexuality?" He questions hopefully.
"There are many things I am uncertain of, but my sexuality is not one of them." I reply firmly, "I love Reese, and nothing else matters."
"Oh," He looks even more nervous, "So, after Reese kissed you, what happened?"
"We kept dancing. It was nice. It was like we were dancing to a song no one else could hear. For the first time in my life there was someone else who could feel the music as I did. Who heard the melodies that the rest of the world ignored. It felt like we were moving in perfect sync. I've never danced like that before, like my partner could hear my thoughts before I had a chance to think them."
He sighs, "That sounds incredible."
"It was," I hasten to assure him. I don't think he's acting like a psychiatrist should any more, he's smiling at me, despite his apprehension, and he's losing himself in my feelings.
"Had you ever loved anyone before you met Reese?" He asks me.
I shake my head, "I used to think I had a crush on one of my school teachers, but that wasn't love. With Reese it was... we fit. We both knew we were meant to be together forever."
"That's so romantic," He murmurs almost to himself, "Are you still together?"
"Of course!" I declare, "Reese would never leave me. I'm too much a part of her, and she's too much a part of me."
"So what happened next?" He prompts.
"I remembered that Thomas and I were supposed to be going home together, so Reese told me she'd help me look for him."
"Did you find him?" His voice is soft, as if he's afraid to break the spell I'm weaving with my voice.
"Yes. We found him. He was dancing with Reese's bond-brother, Raven. Reese and I interrupted them, and Reese made Raven escort her to the bar so that they could get Thomas and I a drink. I'd mentioned I was thirsty earlier, and Reese had remembered. While they were gone Thomas and I talked."
"What did you talk about?" His notebook rests on the floor beside him, completely forgotten.
"He asked who Reese was and I told him that she was my soul mate, my one true love. He asked if I was sure, and I reassured him that I was positive on the matter. He told me about Raven, and I encouraged him. If he was besotted with my soul mate's bond-brother then who was I to doubt their love."
The doctor smiled, "I couldn't agree more."
I return the smile, "Reese and Raven returned with our drinks and Reese greeted me with another one of those earth-shattering kisses I mentioned earlier. Thomas looked a little shell-shocked. I'd never even admitted to having a crush before let alone kissed someone in front of him. I think he thought I was joking about Reese."
Violet eyes glittered with amusement, "I can imagine. Did you two stay at the club?"
I shake my head, "No. After I finished my drink Reese bid Raven goodbye and we left the club. It was about 3am in the morning, and Reese decided we should go back to her place."
"And you went?" He questions slightly surprised.
"Of course, she's my soul mate, I trust her completely." I reply just as surprised.
"So after you got back to her place what happened?"
"She gave me another drink, of orange juice, and then she led me into her bedroom. She was so gentle, her fingers soft and cool beneath my own as she tenderly placed me onto her bed and straddled me."
I look up to see the colour rush to my psychiatrists cheeks, he coughs and says something that sounds a lot like continue, so I do.
"We kissed again, softly at first, and then she deepened it, and it felt like she was the only thing keeping me from drowning in a sea of passion."
I probably sound like some cheap romance, but every cliché I use fits my feelings so well.
"Her lips kissed a burning trail to my earlobe, where she paused to whisper that she loved me, then she sunk her teeth into my neck."
I hear a choked sound that I assume is Dr. Ichijouji, but I don't stop my narrative.
"It was incredible, the most intense pleasure I have ever felt came from that bite. I could feel my blood disappearing into her mouth, but I didn't care. Being changed into a vampire by my soul-mate was an experience I would pay to repeat. Everything about it was pleasurable. Even the pain when she sank her teeth was pleasurable. It was like sex, only better. There is nothing like being connected to the person you adore on so deep a level."
My shrink's eyes are wide and filled with horror, "Y-you think that you're a vampire?"
"I am a vampire," I smile, stressing the word am.
"Oh," His voice is weak, almost too weak.
"So, having heard my tale, tell me, is it wrong of me to kill other people so that I can go on living?" I tilt my head, "The question has been bugging me."
"I..." He falters, "Everybody kills to survive, it's a part of life."
"Death is a part of life?" I question, meditating on the idea, "So it is not wrong?"
"I..."
I smile, "I see."
Swiftly I stand, "Thomas was correct. Therapists are useful." I smile, "Thank you for your help."
"Wait!" He cries, "I... Where are you going?"
"Home, to Reese, and my family." I bare my fangs, "Why?"
"I want to know. Reese turned you into a vampire, right?"
My brow wrinkles, "Correct..."
"...And now you live with her, right?"
"Her, and Thomas and Raven."
"So you don't have a problem with her being a vampire, or being a vampire yourself?"
"No. I was alarmed by the way others must die for us to live, but you have helped me."
His eyes widen, "What do you mean?"
I turn, "Death is a part of life Dr. Ichijouji, now that I've accepted that I can get on with my life."
I turn and walk out of the door, ignoring both the stunned counsellor and the rustle that means one of my room-mates has arrived to take care of him.
I smile at the secretary on my way out, "Talking about your problems really does help," I chirp, "By the way, you look delicious, how do you feel about dinner?"
The girl looks up, "Well, I get off in about 5 minutes. Dinner sounds great."
"Great," I echo, smiling at the pale skinned brunette.
I really am quite hungry, but eating Dr Ichijouji, that would have been rude.
Authors Notes: I hope you all figured out it was Fiona. I didn't mention her name, but it was from Fiona's perspective.
This one's for Naomi Hunter, who told me I HAD to write more of this fic, because there was so much more I could do with it. Also Plink, thanks for reviewing, and Maelgwyn, here's the second chapter. By the way, I'm from South Australia I think it was you who asked. There seem to be a lot of Zoids writers who live in Australia *grins*.
I intended it as a one-shot, but I figured I could try something else. This is more a companion piece, but if you like it I can write the last two point of view's as the next two chapters, explaining what's going on from Reese and Raven's POV's. If I do, it won't just be what happened at the club, it'll go more into what happened afterwards. What do you guys think?
So should I write the other two perspective's, or do the other POV's just confuse things?