A Warm Feeling~ chapter 9 *WOW!! HOLY THIS IS THE LONGEST STORY I HAVE THUS FAR!!!*
Many demi-maren had gathered around NiGHTS and Reala. Wizeman shoved through them all. It was abnormal for him to leave the nightmare, but if two first-class 'marens were tearing each other apart, he had to do something. Reala and NiGHTS had about finished their battle, and they floated in front of each other, panting hard. They were both covered in cuts and scrapes, and their clothes were slightly torn. Silently, they glared at each other, unsure of what to do now. Wizeman looked extremley infuriated.
"NiGHTS! REALA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!" he boomed.
The two Nightmaren ignored him. "WHAT IN HELL DID YOU START THAT FOR?!!" NiGHTS yelled at Reala. Reala's frown deepened, and a low growl was rising in his throught. "What do you think, you fricking moron?!! You're just an idiot who thinks he can be more than a nightmaren!" He stayed silent. NiGHTS angrily glared back at him. "I'm not trying to be anything more than a nightmaren," he replied quietly.
"THEN WHAT?!!" Reala screamed. "DAMMITT, NiGHTS, WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO BE?!!"
NiGHTS smiled slightly. "...Myself. Not a nightmaren, just me..."
Reala looked angrier. "You're such a...a...FREAK! You used to be so good at this, NiGHTS. What happened to you?!!"
"Nothing. I just began to see what was better for me."
Reala's eyes lit up with a look that could only be hatred. "So you deny that what I say is true?"
"No. Maybe you're right. Maybe I AM a freak. The thing is, I don't care."
Reala's golden claws were pulled into a tight fist. He was trembling visably, but not from his wounds or the battle. There were many many feelings bubbling up inside him, and he hadn't any idea of what to do. He took one of his hands and swiftly scratched across NiGHTS' face. Blood gushed from the large scrape and NiGHTS immediatly directed his face downwards. The demi-maren who had watched though the whole fight were silent from shock. NiGHTS looked back up at Reala after afew moments. The scratch across his face had bled downward quite a bit.
Wizeman was sick of this disgusting display of emotion. "You are both sentenced to punishment. I am digusted at this display you've performed, even if I didn't see the battle with my own six eyes. I am sickened. Nightmaren with feelings of any sort for the dreamers are affronts to my operation. NiGHTS, for displaying that you are no longer a valid part of this team, you are sentenced to the nightmare for a month. Reala...I'm very disappointed. I thought you were more mature than to go off attacking others due to things I could easily have dealt with on my own." He turned to the demi-maren. "You are all dismissed." They left slowly, the bunch of them, whispering quietly to each other about hoe exciting it was when 'maren fought. And how NiGHTS would have that large scratch on his face for ages, which would be a constant reminder that he and Reala had tried to tear each other apart.
Wizeman turned regally to leave. "And NiGHTS, I trust you will be returning with me to the nightmare now." NiGHTS sighed and followed him. He had left the blood dripping down his face unheeded, and made no attempt to clean it up. He was angry inside. Angry that he still wanted to keep trying to make Reala his friend. That 'maren had just battled him fouly, yet NiGHTS still clung to the hope of friendship. Why...?
"Reala, you will be dealt with upon my return. See to it that in the mean time, you head back to your dream and think about the consequences of doing what you did. I do not tolerate foolishness."
NiGHTS thought sadly, 'Yes...such foolishness...'
Many demi-maren had gathered around NiGHTS and Reala. Wizeman shoved through them all. It was abnormal for him to leave the nightmare, but if two first-class 'marens were tearing each other apart, he had to do something. Reala and NiGHTS had about finished their battle, and they floated in front of each other, panting hard. They were both covered in cuts and scrapes, and their clothes were slightly torn. Silently, they glared at each other, unsure of what to do now. Wizeman looked extremley infuriated.
"NiGHTS! REALA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!" he boomed.
The two Nightmaren ignored him. "WHAT IN HELL DID YOU START THAT FOR?!!" NiGHTS yelled at Reala. Reala's frown deepened, and a low growl was rising in his throught. "What do you think, you fricking moron?!! You're just an idiot who thinks he can be more than a nightmaren!" He stayed silent. NiGHTS angrily glared back at him. "I'm not trying to be anything more than a nightmaren," he replied quietly.
"THEN WHAT?!!" Reala screamed. "DAMMITT, NiGHTS, WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO BE?!!"
NiGHTS smiled slightly. "...Myself. Not a nightmaren, just me..."
Reala looked angrier. "You're such a...a...FREAK! You used to be so good at this, NiGHTS. What happened to you?!!"
"Nothing. I just began to see what was better for me."
Reala's eyes lit up with a look that could only be hatred. "So you deny that what I say is true?"
"No. Maybe you're right. Maybe I AM a freak. The thing is, I don't care."
Reala's golden claws were pulled into a tight fist. He was trembling visably, but not from his wounds or the battle. There were many many feelings bubbling up inside him, and he hadn't any idea of what to do. He took one of his hands and swiftly scratched across NiGHTS' face. Blood gushed from the large scrape and NiGHTS immediatly directed his face downwards. The demi-maren who had watched though the whole fight were silent from shock. NiGHTS looked back up at Reala after afew moments. The scratch across his face had bled downward quite a bit.
Wizeman was sick of this disgusting display of emotion. "You are both sentenced to punishment. I am digusted at this display you've performed, even if I didn't see the battle with my own six eyes. I am sickened. Nightmaren with feelings of any sort for the dreamers are affronts to my operation. NiGHTS, for displaying that you are no longer a valid part of this team, you are sentenced to the nightmare for a month. Reala...I'm very disappointed. I thought you were more mature than to go off attacking others due to things I could easily have dealt with on my own." He turned to the demi-maren. "You are all dismissed." They left slowly, the bunch of them, whispering quietly to each other about hoe exciting it was when 'maren fought. And how NiGHTS would have that large scratch on his face for ages, which would be a constant reminder that he and Reala had tried to tear each other apart.
Wizeman turned regally to leave. "And NiGHTS, I trust you will be returning with me to the nightmare now." NiGHTS sighed and followed him. He had left the blood dripping down his face unheeded, and made no attempt to clean it up. He was angry inside. Angry that he still wanted to keep trying to make Reala his friend. That 'maren had just battled him fouly, yet NiGHTS still clung to the hope of friendship. Why...?
"Reala, you will be dealt with upon my return. See to it that in the mean time, you head back to your dream and think about the consequences of doing what you did. I do not tolerate foolishness."
NiGHTS thought sadly, 'Yes...such foolishness...'