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Labyrinth: Memories and Hopes
By: RurouniGirl
Ken looked up in surprise. "Yohji? What are you doing in here? And what exactly is here?"
"You're in the oubliette," he said matter-of-factly.
Ken looked around in confusion. "The oubliette?" he asked.
"A place you put things to forget about them," came the exasperated response.
"Well, how do you get out?" Ken asked.
Yohji walked over and kicked a dirty rag off of what looked like a wooden plank. He picked the plank up placing it over a hollow crevice in the rock wall. There was a small click and he opened the door to reveal a vast snow-covered land. A blizzard blew furiously and he struggled to close the door against it. "Wrong one," he said, slightly embarrassed. The click came again and this time the door opened to reveal a dark passageway. "Ah, here we are," he said.
Ken looked into the dark tunnel and then back at Yohji. "Thanks," he said. He continued to follow the man down the tunnel. As they walked, the light of the lantern revealed huge stone faces carved in the walls. As they went deeper and deeper they began to shout warnings of danger and death.
"Pay no attention to them," Yohji said. "They're just old windbags."
Ken took Yohji's advice and simply ignored them. He was surprised by a sudden bright light up ahead. He shielded his eyes, squinting to try and see. As his eyes readjusted to the light, he saw the familiar flash of red hair. The Goblin King stood leaning against the wall, a fond smile on his face as he watched Ken walking toward him.
"You're doing very well," he said. "I didn't expect you to get as far as the oubliette in such a short amount of time." He smiled and ruffled Ken's hair affectionately, much to Ken's surprise. The King smiled. "Keep up the good work," he said as he disappeared.
Ken continued to follow Yohji, not paying attention to where he was going, or what he passed. He was brought back to reality as Yohji came to a sudden halt and he ran right into the man's back.
"Oh, sorry," he said. "I wasn't paying attention."
Yohji shook his head. "No, I couldn't tell," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Ken shook his head, laughing silently to himself. "Why did you stop?" he asked.
Yohji looked around searching for something. "Ah," he said pulling a long cord from the ceiling above his head. "Here it is." He gave the cord a quick tug and an opening appeared above their heads. "Move back," Yohji said, as a stone staircase rose before them. They climbed the staircase and Ken had to squint against the bright sunlight. He looked around him. They had come up into a large sort of room, with one opening in the western wall.
Yohji stopped at the opening. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked.
Ken shrugged and followed Yohji back into the labyrinth. As he stepped through the opening he found himself in yet another hall filled with mirrors. This time they were different. Some of the mirrors showed him memories, others were false, things he had hoped for, but never gotten. His father taking him fishing or camping, his stepmother hugging him on his birthday, hanging out with friends. All of these were things that he had always hoped for, but never gotten. Others were his real memories. His father slapping him, his stepmother yelling at him, bullies picking on him at school. He shook his head. What had he done wrong? What was wrong with him that nobody loved him? Was he just one of those people that nobody wanted to love?
He shut his eyes, trying to block all of his memories and hopes out. When he opened his eyes again all of the mirrors had vanished and had been replaces by one single mirror. As he stared into the mirror, he saw Aya. The Goblin King smiled warmly and winked. A moment later he saw himself standing next to the King, Aya's arm around his shoulder. Ken backed away, feeling incredibly confused. What was the mirror trying to tell him? He shook his head. It must have been one of his hopes, just an illusion. Of course it wasn't real. He mentally yelled at himself for even thinking such a thing.
He looked around and found that he was alone. "Great," he said. "I've lost Yohji." He sighed. "Oh well. I might as well keep going." He continued on his way searching for Yohji as he went. He stopped as he came to another dead end. "Damn," he muttered. He turned and went back the way he had come, but he came to another dead end. He shook his head. "What the hell is going on?" he asked aloud.
"What do you mean?" asked a voice behind him.
He whirled around and found himself face to face with an incredibly pale man. He had amber eyes and his hair was almost white it was so blonde. The two black doors he stood in front of made his already white skin seem even whiter.
"Who are you?" Ken asked.
"I'm Farfarello, Guardian of these Doors. Which door do you wish to take?" he asked.
Ken looked from one door to the other, contemplating which would be the best path to take.
"How am I supposed to know which is the right door, and which is not?" he asked.
Farfarello shrugged. "I can't tell you. I'm just here to open the doors."
Ken sighed and thought hard, trying to decide which door might be the right one. He finally gave up and just guessed.
"I guess I'll take the left," he said, shrugging.
"Very well," said Farfarello, opening the door.
Ken smiled and thanked the man then took a deep breath and stepped through the door he had chosen, hoping that it hadn't been the wrong door.
Author's Notes: Well, here's the end of Chapter 3. Hope you liked it. Review. RurouniGirl
Labyrinth: Memories and Hopes
By: RurouniGirl
Ken looked up in surprise. "Yohji? What are you doing in here? And what exactly is here?"
"You're in the oubliette," he said matter-of-factly.
Ken looked around in confusion. "The oubliette?" he asked.
"A place you put things to forget about them," came the exasperated response.
"Well, how do you get out?" Ken asked.
Yohji walked over and kicked a dirty rag off of what looked like a wooden plank. He picked the plank up placing it over a hollow crevice in the rock wall. There was a small click and he opened the door to reveal a vast snow-covered land. A blizzard blew furiously and he struggled to close the door against it. "Wrong one," he said, slightly embarrassed. The click came again and this time the door opened to reveal a dark passageway. "Ah, here we are," he said.
Ken looked into the dark tunnel and then back at Yohji. "Thanks," he said. He continued to follow the man down the tunnel. As they walked, the light of the lantern revealed huge stone faces carved in the walls. As they went deeper and deeper they began to shout warnings of danger and death.
"Pay no attention to them," Yohji said. "They're just old windbags."
Ken took Yohji's advice and simply ignored them. He was surprised by a sudden bright light up ahead. He shielded his eyes, squinting to try and see. As his eyes readjusted to the light, he saw the familiar flash of red hair. The Goblin King stood leaning against the wall, a fond smile on his face as he watched Ken walking toward him.
"You're doing very well," he said. "I didn't expect you to get as far as the oubliette in such a short amount of time." He smiled and ruffled Ken's hair affectionately, much to Ken's surprise. The King smiled. "Keep up the good work," he said as he disappeared.
Ken continued to follow Yohji, not paying attention to where he was going, or what he passed. He was brought back to reality as Yohji came to a sudden halt and he ran right into the man's back.
"Oh, sorry," he said. "I wasn't paying attention."
Yohji shook his head. "No, I couldn't tell," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Ken shook his head, laughing silently to himself. "Why did you stop?" he asked.
Yohji looked around searching for something. "Ah," he said pulling a long cord from the ceiling above his head. "Here it is." He gave the cord a quick tug and an opening appeared above their heads. "Move back," Yohji said, as a stone staircase rose before them. They climbed the staircase and Ken had to squint against the bright sunlight. He looked around him. They had come up into a large sort of room, with one opening in the western wall.
Yohji stopped at the opening. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked.
Ken shrugged and followed Yohji back into the labyrinth. As he stepped through the opening he found himself in yet another hall filled with mirrors. This time they were different. Some of the mirrors showed him memories, others were false, things he had hoped for, but never gotten. His father taking him fishing or camping, his stepmother hugging him on his birthday, hanging out with friends. All of these were things that he had always hoped for, but never gotten. Others were his real memories. His father slapping him, his stepmother yelling at him, bullies picking on him at school. He shook his head. What had he done wrong? What was wrong with him that nobody loved him? Was he just one of those people that nobody wanted to love?
He shut his eyes, trying to block all of his memories and hopes out. When he opened his eyes again all of the mirrors had vanished and had been replaces by one single mirror. As he stared into the mirror, he saw Aya. The Goblin King smiled warmly and winked. A moment later he saw himself standing next to the King, Aya's arm around his shoulder. Ken backed away, feeling incredibly confused. What was the mirror trying to tell him? He shook his head. It must have been one of his hopes, just an illusion. Of course it wasn't real. He mentally yelled at himself for even thinking such a thing.
He looked around and found that he was alone. "Great," he said. "I've lost Yohji." He sighed. "Oh well. I might as well keep going." He continued on his way searching for Yohji as he went. He stopped as he came to another dead end. "Damn," he muttered. He turned and went back the way he had come, but he came to another dead end. He shook his head. "What the hell is going on?" he asked aloud.
"What do you mean?" asked a voice behind him.
He whirled around and found himself face to face with an incredibly pale man. He had amber eyes and his hair was almost white it was so blonde. The two black doors he stood in front of made his already white skin seem even whiter.
"Who are you?" Ken asked.
"I'm Farfarello, Guardian of these Doors. Which door do you wish to take?" he asked.
Ken looked from one door to the other, contemplating which would be the best path to take.
"How am I supposed to know which is the right door, and which is not?" he asked.
Farfarello shrugged. "I can't tell you. I'm just here to open the doors."
Ken sighed and thought hard, trying to decide which door might be the right one. He finally gave up and just guessed.
"I guess I'll take the left," he said, shrugging.
"Very well," said Farfarello, opening the door.
Ken smiled and thanked the man then took a deep breath and stepped through the door he had chosen, hoping that it hadn't been the wrong door.
Author's Notes: Well, here's the end of Chapter 3. Hope you liked it. Review. RurouniGirl