Disclaimer: I do not own the boys from Weiß Kreuz, nor do I own the idea of Labyrinth. Both belong to their perspective creators and I do not claim credit for any of them...I'm simply using them for entertainment purposes and am not making any money off of them.
Labyrinth: Into the Labyrinth
By: RurouniGirl
Ken took a deep breath and entered the labyrinth. He looked right and then left, but couldn't decide which direction to take. The labyrinth seemed to go on forever in each direction. He sighed and decided to follow his instincts. He turned right and started down the passage, looking left and right, searching for new openings or passages. It seemed like he just kept forever. There were no changes in the labyrinth at all. He came to a sudden halt and slumped against the wall.
"Okay," he told himself. "Just take a couple of deep breaths and calm down. You can do this," he said. "Come on, you're just not looking the right way. Stop seeing things your way, and look at them differently."
He stood and walked toward the wall in front of him. As he got closer it seemed to shimmer in a mysterious way, sparkling in an unseen light. He stood in front of the wall and slowly reached out a hand. To his surprise and amazement, it wasn't a wall, but an opening. He smiled to himself as he stepped through to the other side and turned to the right.
"You're doing well, so far," a distance voice echoed.
He turned, whirling about, trying to find the source of the voice. He wouldn't admit it, but he desperately wanted to see Aya's face again. He stopped and shook it off. No, it was just wishful thinking, he told himself. Aya did not love him. Nobody did.
"You're wrong," the voice said, seeming closer than before.
"Wrong about what?" Ken asked, desperately searching about him.
"Wrong about nobody loving you," the voice said soothingly, almost sympathetically.
"What do you mean," Ken asked, desperate for an answer. But no answer came. It was silent and he was once again alone in the labyrinth.
He continued to travel down the road, looking this way and that, constantly on the look out for any new passages or openings, never really knowing where he was going. He simply followed his instincts, turning when they told him to, continuing straight when they told him not to stray from his present path. He kept going for what seemed like hours. He finally came to a dead end.
"Damn," he said, turning to go back the way he had come. To his surprise, a wall blocked the path back. He turned back to were the dead end used to be and was surprised to see an odd sort of mirror. He approached it cautiously, wondering what it was for. He looked into it, and found himself face to face with his reflection. After a moment his reflection faded away and he found himself staring into a scene from his life.
It had happened about two years earlier. He had gone to the park so he could read in peace and had lost track of the time. He had arrived home late much to the displeasure of his parents. His stepmother had gotten angry because it was his parents night to go out. He stood there in the entrance hall as she yelled and screamed at him. All the while he just stood there, keeping completely silent. His father joined in and when he got no response from his son, he had slapped him.
Ken quickly backed away from the mirror, his hand on his cheek. He could feel the stinging pain from the slap and to his surprise, a single tear snaked its way down his cheek. He turned away from the mirror and came face to face with Aya. The Goblin King reached a hand out, gently wiping the tear from Ken's cheek, and then he disappeared.
Ken turned back toward the mirror, but it had vanished. In it's place stood a door. He tried the handle, but the door wouldn't budge. He examined the door thoroughly, but found no clue as to how to open the door. There was no keyhole, no knocker, just the handle. As he sat there staring at the door, a face seemed to grow out of the wood. It looked him straight in the eye and grinned.
"What are you staring at? Haven't you ever seen a door before?"
Ken couldn't help laughing. "Of course I have. Just never one quite as unusual as you." He stepped closer. "How do I get through? The door won't open."
The door looked taken aback. "Won't open?" he said in astonishment. "Of course it will open, all you have to do is knock."
Ken looked at the door disbelievingly. "That's all? I just have to knock?"
The door nodded. "Yes, that's all. What did you think you had to do? I'm a door."
Ken shrugged and knocked lightly on the door. To his surprise it swung open revealing yet another passageway. This one seemed different from the others however. It seemed to shimmer and sparkle, but he didn't know why. He stepped inside and the door slammed shut behind him.
As he walked, he found himself surrounded by dozens of mirrors, each one portraying a different event in his life. most of them were of times when his father or stepmother had been yelling at him for doing something wrong, or being picked on at school, or hiding away in his room crying because he didn't know what he had done to deserve all the punishments and yelling. He soon became overwhelmed with all of the memories. The whirled around, covering his ears with his hands and closing his eyes.
"No," he groaned softly. "No...make it stop. Please, make it stop," he said, almost sobbing. "I can't take this anymore. Just make it stop!"
He suddenly became aware that the images had disappeared and he was falling downward. He reached out, trying to grab onto something, but the walls were smooth and slick as ice. He whirled around, falling steadily downward, looking for anything to slow his descent. He came to a lurching halt as something caught him below the armpits. He felt himself being lowered downward, and his feet soon hit solid ground.
He looked about him, but it was so dark he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. "Hello..." he called, his voice echoing eerily back to him. "Is anyone here?"
"So, here you are," said a familiar voice. There was the sound of a match striking stone, and a lantern was lit. Standing in the glow of the lantern held in his hand, was Yohji.
Author's Notes: Chapter 2 is complete. What's the verdict? To continue or not to continue, that is the question. ^_~ RurouniGirl
Labyrinth: Into the Labyrinth
By: RurouniGirl
Ken took a deep breath and entered the labyrinth. He looked right and then left, but couldn't decide which direction to take. The labyrinth seemed to go on forever in each direction. He sighed and decided to follow his instincts. He turned right and started down the passage, looking left and right, searching for new openings or passages. It seemed like he just kept forever. There were no changes in the labyrinth at all. He came to a sudden halt and slumped against the wall.
"Okay," he told himself. "Just take a couple of deep breaths and calm down. You can do this," he said. "Come on, you're just not looking the right way. Stop seeing things your way, and look at them differently."
He stood and walked toward the wall in front of him. As he got closer it seemed to shimmer in a mysterious way, sparkling in an unseen light. He stood in front of the wall and slowly reached out a hand. To his surprise and amazement, it wasn't a wall, but an opening. He smiled to himself as he stepped through to the other side and turned to the right.
"You're doing well, so far," a distance voice echoed.
He turned, whirling about, trying to find the source of the voice. He wouldn't admit it, but he desperately wanted to see Aya's face again. He stopped and shook it off. No, it was just wishful thinking, he told himself. Aya did not love him. Nobody did.
"You're wrong," the voice said, seeming closer than before.
"Wrong about what?" Ken asked, desperately searching about him.
"Wrong about nobody loving you," the voice said soothingly, almost sympathetically.
"What do you mean," Ken asked, desperate for an answer. But no answer came. It was silent and he was once again alone in the labyrinth.
He continued to travel down the road, looking this way and that, constantly on the look out for any new passages or openings, never really knowing where he was going. He simply followed his instincts, turning when they told him to, continuing straight when they told him not to stray from his present path. He kept going for what seemed like hours. He finally came to a dead end.
"Damn," he said, turning to go back the way he had come. To his surprise, a wall blocked the path back. He turned back to were the dead end used to be and was surprised to see an odd sort of mirror. He approached it cautiously, wondering what it was for. He looked into it, and found himself face to face with his reflection. After a moment his reflection faded away and he found himself staring into a scene from his life.
It had happened about two years earlier. He had gone to the park so he could read in peace and had lost track of the time. He had arrived home late much to the displeasure of his parents. His stepmother had gotten angry because it was his parents night to go out. He stood there in the entrance hall as she yelled and screamed at him. All the while he just stood there, keeping completely silent. His father joined in and when he got no response from his son, he had slapped him.
Ken quickly backed away from the mirror, his hand on his cheek. He could feel the stinging pain from the slap and to his surprise, a single tear snaked its way down his cheek. He turned away from the mirror and came face to face with Aya. The Goblin King reached a hand out, gently wiping the tear from Ken's cheek, and then he disappeared.
Ken turned back toward the mirror, but it had vanished. In it's place stood a door. He tried the handle, but the door wouldn't budge. He examined the door thoroughly, but found no clue as to how to open the door. There was no keyhole, no knocker, just the handle. As he sat there staring at the door, a face seemed to grow out of the wood. It looked him straight in the eye and grinned.
"What are you staring at? Haven't you ever seen a door before?"
Ken couldn't help laughing. "Of course I have. Just never one quite as unusual as you." He stepped closer. "How do I get through? The door won't open."
The door looked taken aback. "Won't open?" he said in astonishment. "Of course it will open, all you have to do is knock."
Ken looked at the door disbelievingly. "That's all? I just have to knock?"
The door nodded. "Yes, that's all. What did you think you had to do? I'm a door."
Ken shrugged and knocked lightly on the door. To his surprise it swung open revealing yet another passageway. This one seemed different from the others however. It seemed to shimmer and sparkle, but he didn't know why. He stepped inside and the door slammed shut behind him.
As he walked, he found himself surrounded by dozens of mirrors, each one portraying a different event in his life. most of them were of times when his father or stepmother had been yelling at him for doing something wrong, or being picked on at school, or hiding away in his room crying because he didn't know what he had done to deserve all the punishments and yelling. He soon became overwhelmed with all of the memories. The whirled around, covering his ears with his hands and closing his eyes.
"No," he groaned softly. "No...make it stop. Please, make it stop," he said, almost sobbing. "I can't take this anymore. Just make it stop!"
He suddenly became aware that the images had disappeared and he was falling downward. He reached out, trying to grab onto something, but the walls were smooth and slick as ice. He whirled around, falling steadily downward, looking for anything to slow his descent. He came to a lurching halt as something caught him below the armpits. He felt himself being lowered downward, and his feet soon hit solid ground.
He looked about him, but it was so dark he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. "Hello..." he called, his voice echoing eerily back to him. "Is anyone here?"
"So, here you are," said a familiar voice. There was the sound of a match striking stone, and a lantern was lit. Standing in the glow of the lantern held in his hand, was Yohji.
Author's Notes: Chapter 2 is complete. What's the verdict? To continue or not to continue, that is the question. ^_~ RurouniGirl