A Warm Feeling~ chapter 10
NiGHTS was never so miserable. Reala was being uselessly stubborn. "Damn it," NiGHTS thought. "Why do I waste my time trying so hard?!!!"
Wizeman was staring at him with those six purple eyes. Purple eyes full of disappointment; full of coldness; full of hate; full of incompassion; full of greed...NiGHTS sighed heavily. He couldn't even feel the cold hard look Wizeman was giving him. He felt hopeless. There was a gash across his face because he'd followed his heart; his heart had told him Reala was good, and because of Reala, NiGHTS' face had been scratched badly across. Now he questioned his heart's ideas...
"NiGHTS, do you understand what you have done?" Wizeman asked calmly. The darkness around him loomed heavily but NiGHTS didn't care to notice. His eyes remained locked downward.
"Yes, I understand. I'm not enough like stupid Reala, so he and I clawed each other apart...." He sighed heavily, and gently ran his fingers over the wound on his face. The blood had dried, and so had the few tears that had been there. "Now you're going to keep me here in the Nightmare, and away from the freedom I love so dearly, for a month."
"Exactly. You were foolish to fight with Reala; as we speak, I sent him on double duty for Ideya. Every 'night' he must accomplish taking DOUBLE the total amount of Ideya he normally takes in a 'night' for the rest of this month, perhaps beyond that."
NiGHTS didn't CARE what happened to Reala. That porcelain-faced, cold-hearted, stiff-humoured, uncaring clown...He could just go get...Eaten by Gillwing...for all NiGHTS really thought of it.
"May I go suffer and be miserable now?" NiGHTS asked Wizeman, half muttering it.
"Go ahead...Just get out of my sight, you bad example."
NiGHTS flew off further into the Nightmare, cursing under his breath. "..Not like I can get outta your sight if you're always watching me, you idiot..."
"NEVER ADRESS YOUR EXTREME SUPERIOR AND CREATOR BY THAT WORD!" Wizeman boomed into NiGHTS' mind via telepathy.
NiGHTS looked back in Wizeman's direction, but he could no longer see him. "Fine...SORRY!" he said back over his shoulder.
In the darkness of the Nightmare, alone to himself, though he had no idea why, NiGHTS whispered: "I don't know why I'll never give up until I have to, Reala..."
(THE END)
Author's Note: Yes, I will make a sequel. Yes, this chapter is short. Yes, I'm trying to think of a reason to make Jackle and Gillwing have larger parts in the sequel. Yes, I say 'yes' alot. And I'll shut up now. Thanks for your support with this fic, NiGHTDragon and Avis...This story (and its sequel) are entirely devoted to you two. Thanks everyone. G'night.
NiGHTS was never so miserable. Reala was being uselessly stubborn. "Damn it," NiGHTS thought. "Why do I waste my time trying so hard?!!!"
Wizeman was staring at him with those six purple eyes. Purple eyes full of disappointment; full of coldness; full of hate; full of incompassion; full of greed...NiGHTS sighed heavily. He couldn't even feel the cold hard look Wizeman was giving him. He felt hopeless. There was a gash across his face because he'd followed his heart; his heart had told him Reala was good, and because of Reala, NiGHTS' face had been scratched badly across. Now he questioned his heart's ideas...
"NiGHTS, do you understand what you have done?" Wizeman asked calmly. The darkness around him loomed heavily but NiGHTS didn't care to notice. His eyes remained locked downward.
"Yes, I understand. I'm not enough like stupid Reala, so he and I clawed each other apart...." He sighed heavily, and gently ran his fingers over the wound on his face. The blood had dried, and so had the few tears that had been there. "Now you're going to keep me here in the Nightmare, and away from the freedom I love so dearly, for a month."
"Exactly. You were foolish to fight with Reala; as we speak, I sent him on double duty for Ideya. Every 'night' he must accomplish taking DOUBLE the total amount of Ideya he normally takes in a 'night' for the rest of this month, perhaps beyond that."
NiGHTS didn't CARE what happened to Reala. That porcelain-faced, cold-hearted, stiff-humoured, uncaring clown...He could just go get...Eaten by Gillwing...for all NiGHTS really thought of it.
"May I go suffer and be miserable now?" NiGHTS asked Wizeman, half muttering it.
"Go ahead...Just get out of my sight, you bad example."
NiGHTS flew off further into the Nightmare, cursing under his breath. "..Not like I can get outta your sight if you're always watching me, you idiot..."
"NEVER ADRESS YOUR EXTREME SUPERIOR AND CREATOR BY THAT WORD!" Wizeman boomed into NiGHTS' mind via telepathy.
NiGHTS looked back in Wizeman's direction, but he could no longer see him. "Fine...SORRY!" he said back over his shoulder.
In the darkness of the Nightmare, alone to himself, though he had no idea why, NiGHTS whispered: "I don't know why I'll never give up until I have to, Reala..."
(THE END)
Author's Note: Yes, I will make a sequel. Yes, this chapter is short. Yes, I'm trying to think of a reason to make Jackle and Gillwing have larger parts in the sequel. Yes, I say 'yes' alot. And I'll shut up now. Thanks for your support with this fic, NiGHTDragon and Avis...This story (and its sequel) are entirely devoted to you two. Thanks everyone. G'night.