Red Water
Chapter Two: Sleepless Dream
Something happened to me for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. No matter how painful it was, I relaxed. What a conversing dream this was. The tinder touch of my sister, and the sweet angelic like voice she cared with her. I saw her face in the mist of a red stain, but it was her face regardless. Little had she changed. Her very presents still cared the warmth in comfort of thoughs she wanted to protect.
How real this all felt. How real my exape was. I forced a smile from my lips and hopes that my captor did not see me dream in such bliss. Even then I wouldn't care. It was my small crumb from heaven I would hold close till I could sleep again.
Her tears, warm and salt filled, fell fresh onto my cheek. The feeling of salt in an open wound didn't see to be painful this time around. Rather, it was as if it where to heal my broken spirit. How much I wanted that. I would count down the days when that hand that I held dear in mine would be real, if I could.
I felt my hand slip. I must be waking up now. I never stayed sleeping long. My wounds wouldn't have it. My eyes slowly began to shut out the warmth of my environment. Her hand clinched tightly to mine. This was the first time I recall her doing this in a dream. Normally, she would let my hand fall with a smile, almost in an understanding of me leaving. Why was this time different?
"Xelloss, we need to get him out of the sun!" I heard her frantic voice yell. The sun is my immoral enemy. Ever since I was young a cruse was placed on me to where my body would take ill to the sun. I would forever be a killer of the night. This kept me in line. I found ways around this curse, but my ways where taken from me.
"Where to?" A new voice. No, not a new voice. Just one I would never expect to hear.
"I don't care! Out of the sun before." The shouting finally faded into quietness and the light ringing in my ear replaced it. I could feel the strips on my back again. The fresh blood flowed from the trenches that where imbedded in cruel designs that where later called beautiful by the ones that put them there.
Soon, I felt it again. My face started to bleed clear sticky liquid that told me it was still infected. I knew that much. I had no means of cleaning it out. Even that, it didn't matter to me. The wound grow every day, as did the wicked memory that fallowed, it did to my soul. Even now, my heart pieced into my mind like a javelin and pulled forth the one memory I so longed to forget. Piece by piece, ever moment remembering the curl twist of fate, my soul started to fall into a dark abyss. My personal hell locked away in the shadows of thought alone to where no one could see. No one could help.
No one would help anyhow.
Why would they? I mean nothing to anyone any more. The only small group of people that ever saw me as something other then a mass killer was long gone now. Only a memory. Only hazy dreams. Only a figment of my imagination and fading, but lingering hope.
There was another feeling of pain that washed over me. This type was one I wasn't use to though. Cold hands that provided warmth to my broken body, and the sting of refreshment that dug deep into my skin. It was refreshing, like a cold shower. It made me feel more alive then longer then I can remember.
As I opened my eyes, I knew I was back in the cell I must have fallen asleep in. The floor was cold and darkness surrounded me. My hand slipped from my side and landed on the floor. I might have moved. There was no way that the cell I was placed in before could have been as smooth and clean as this was. I also took notice that the smell of my own rotting flesh didn't poison the air. The sound of dripping water was not haunting my ears. The dual lighting was scorching my week eyes was now replaced by a soft and inviting one. The room was warmer regardless of the cold tilde floor.
The though crossed my mind. I had tried to exape. My captor must have brought me in for his personal entertainment, while disciplining me for my actions at the same time.
"Kunzite!" A body rushed over to me and grasped my arm tightly with both hands. I turned my head to the side and flinched. I knew they, they being the guards, where going to force me to my feet. To my surprise, the hands lightened, and an apology was muttered out of a gentle mouth. Tender words graced my ears. Words I had forgotten over the years.
"He's probably still sore, Mona-san." I remember that voice, I think. It was a voice that was sure of himself. "After all, we couldn't heal everything."
"I know." The gentle voice said. I feared looking to the voices for my imagination might be crushed at seeing the faces, but I slowly urged myself to just put my mind at essea. "I just want to make sure he's alright." My blurred vision struggled to bring around the details of her face. Her long brown locks crawled around her shoulders as she left down to look at me. Her head was turned to talk with the other man, but I did see her eyes. Green shades adorned her eyes.
"M.ona.?" I whispered. My voice scraped back and forth like sand paper. I would be surprised if the girl even heard me. My heart lifted in light weight was I gazed up at the young face. Deep in my shattered soul screamed, "dream!" or "trick!" but my heart, still in tacked some how, whispered hope into my mind's ear. How fickle my heart could be when gabbing at memories.
She looked away from the one she was talking to and looked down at me. "Kunzite." She said softly. My vision slowly set in to clear away what mist embraced my eyes. Details of her soft skin and almost rosy cheeks came into view. Dried tears still where left on her face, burning a trail on her face. New tears welded deep into her eyes. "Oh, Kunzite, you are alive." She whispered with such joy bearing heavy in her heart.
"Dream." I sputtered out. She looked attentive for a moment before placing a finger over my lips and hushed me, but regardless of my horse voices, I wanted to talk. The trick was to remember how to do such a task. I have very seldom spoke for a long time. "Not." So I pushed myself to do so, "a. dream."
She looked right above me with tears running from her eyes. "No." She smiled. "This isn't a dream." My eyes gazed up at hers. The dim light danced over her water logged eyes. How was I to believe this? My bitter soul would not let me at first. It wasn't till a few tears fell into my eyes. The sting was a shock at first. My head turned away in reaction and my eyes watered. It was the equivalent of someone pinching me.
She flinched beside me and leaned over to see what was wrong. "Are you ok? What happened?" She wasn't aware that her tears fad fallen into my eyes. I wouldn't say anything about it either.
"Just. something in my eye."
"I'm sorry." She leaned forward. "I can't hear you." I flinched and pulled back though there was nowhere I could go. She pulled back quickly. I wasn't sure how she reacted after that for I shut my eyes tightly and prepared to be hit. I know, in me, she would not hit me. She has never stuck me out of frustration in the past.
"It's not you, Mona-san," Confirmed that voice in the background. "Wherever he was before this had trained him this way." I felt her eyes apon me. A gentle hand rubbed my shoulder lightly.
"Kunzite, it's okay." Slowly my head turned to hers and my eyes opened. Her find face looked over to me with such gentleness. "Can you sit up?" I gave a short nod as I turned to my side and pushed myself up. She helped me from falling over and gave me the support I needed.
Honestly, even then, I questioned the reality of my coming here. It was too good, but felt too real. Her warm hands against my cold skin, or her gentle smile to warm my face. I smiled for the first time since I can remember last. Slowly, my heart cam to ese and escaped my new surroundings. I let myself believe this was all real. If it wasn't, then this dream would be cherished till my death. If it where not a dream, all the same, I knew all hope was lost.
Chapter Two: Sleepless Dream
Something happened to me for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. No matter how painful it was, I relaxed. What a conversing dream this was. The tinder touch of my sister, and the sweet angelic like voice she cared with her. I saw her face in the mist of a red stain, but it was her face regardless. Little had she changed. Her very presents still cared the warmth in comfort of thoughs she wanted to protect.
How real this all felt. How real my exape was. I forced a smile from my lips and hopes that my captor did not see me dream in such bliss. Even then I wouldn't care. It was my small crumb from heaven I would hold close till I could sleep again.
Her tears, warm and salt filled, fell fresh onto my cheek. The feeling of salt in an open wound didn't see to be painful this time around. Rather, it was as if it where to heal my broken spirit. How much I wanted that. I would count down the days when that hand that I held dear in mine would be real, if I could.
I felt my hand slip. I must be waking up now. I never stayed sleeping long. My wounds wouldn't have it. My eyes slowly began to shut out the warmth of my environment. Her hand clinched tightly to mine. This was the first time I recall her doing this in a dream. Normally, she would let my hand fall with a smile, almost in an understanding of me leaving. Why was this time different?
"Xelloss, we need to get him out of the sun!" I heard her frantic voice yell. The sun is my immoral enemy. Ever since I was young a cruse was placed on me to where my body would take ill to the sun. I would forever be a killer of the night. This kept me in line. I found ways around this curse, but my ways where taken from me.
"Where to?" A new voice. No, not a new voice. Just one I would never expect to hear.
"I don't care! Out of the sun before." The shouting finally faded into quietness and the light ringing in my ear replaced it. I could feel the strips on my back again. The fresh blood flowed from the trenches that where imbedded in cruel designs that where later called beautiful by the ones that put them there.
Soon, I felt it again. My face started to bleed clear sticky liquid that told me it was still infected. I knew that much. I had no means of cleaning it out. Even that, it didn't matter to me. The wound grow every day, as did the wicked memory that fallowed, it did to my soul. Even now, my heart pieced into my mind like a javelin and pulled forth the one memory I so longed to forget. Piece by piece, ever moment remembering the curl twist of fate, my soul started to fall into a dark abyss. My personal hell locked away in the shadows of thought alone to where no one could see. No one could help.
No one would help anyhow.
Why would they? I mean nothing to anyone any more. The only small group of people that ever saw me as something other then a mass killer was long gone now. Only a memory. Only hazy dreams. Only a figment of my imagination and fading, but lingering hope.
There was another feeling of pain that washed over me. This type was one I wasn't use to though. Cold hands that provided warmth to my broken body, and the sting of refreshment that dug deep into my skin. It was refreshing, like a cold shower. It made me feel more alive then longer then I can remember.
As I opened my eyes, I knew I was back in the cell I must have fallen asleep in. The floor was cold and darkness surrounded me. My hand slipped from my side and landed on the floor. I might have moved. There was no way that the cell I was placed in before could have been as smooth and clean as this was. I also took notice that the smell of my own rotting flesh didn't poison the air. The sound of dripping water was not haunting my ears. The dual lighting was scorching my week eyes was now replaced by a soft and inviting one. The room was warmer regardless of the cold tilde floor.
The though crossed my mind. I had tried to exape. My captor must have brought me in for his personal entertainment, while disciplining me for my actions at the same time.
"Kunzite!" A body rushed over to me and grasped my arm tightly with both hands. I turned my head to the side and flinched. I knew they, they being the guards, where going to force me to my feet. To my surprise, the hands lightened, and an apology was muttered out of a gentle mouth. Tender words graced my ears. Words I had forgotten over the years.
"He's probably still sore, Mona-san." I remember that voice, I think. It was a voice that was sure of himself. "After all, we couldn't heal everything."
"I know." The gentle voice said. I feared looking to the voices for my imagination might be crushed at seeing the faces, but I slowly urged myself to just put my mind at essea. "I just want to make sure he's alright." My blurred vision struggled to bring around the details of her face. Her long brown locks crawled around her shoulders as she left down to look at me. Her head was turned to talk with the other man, but I did see her eyes. Green shades adorned her eyes.
"M.ona.?" I whispered. My voice scraped back and forth like sand paper. I would be surprised if the girl even heard me. My heart lifted in light weight was I gazed up at the young face. Deep in my shattered soul screamed, "dream!" or "trick!" but my heart, still in tacked some how, whispered hope into my mind's ear. How fickle my heart could be when gabbing at memories.
She looked away from the one she was talking to and looked down at me. "Kunzite." She said softly. My vision slowly set in to clear away what mist embraced my eyes. Details of her soft skin and almost rosy cheeks came into view. Dried tears still where left on her face, burning a trail on her face. New tears welded deep into her eyes. "Oh, Kunzite, you are alive." She whispered with such joy bearing heavy in her heart.
"Dream." I sputtered out. She looked attentive for a moment before placing a finger over my lips and hushed me, but regardless of my horse voices, I wanted to talk. The trick was to remember how to do such a task. I have very seldom spoke for a long time. "Not." So I pushed myself to do so, "a. dream."
She looked right above me with tears running from her eyes. "No." She smiled. "This isn't a dream." My eyes gazed up at hers. The dim light danced over her water logged eyes. How was I to believe this? My bitter soul would not let me at first. It wasn't till a few tears fell into my eyes. The sting was a shock at first. My head turned away in reaction and my eyes watered. It was the equivalent of someone pinching me.
She flinched beside me and leaned over to see what was wrong. "Are you ok? What happened?" She wasn't aware that her tears fad fallen into my eyes. I wouldn't say anything about it either.
"Just. something in my eye."
"I'm sorry." She leaned forward. "I can't hear you." I flinched and pulled back though there was nowhere I could go. She pulled back quickly. I wasn't sure how she reacted after that for I shut my eyes tightly and prepared to be hit. I know, in me, she would not hit me. She has never stuck me out of frustration in the past.
"It's not you, Mona-san," Confirmed that voice in the background. "Wherever he was before this had trained him this way." I felt her eyes apon me. A gentle hand rubbed my shoulder lightly.
"Kunzite, it's okay." Slowly my head turned to hers and my eyes opened. Her find face looked over to me with such gentleness. "Can you sit up?" I gave a short nod as I turned to my side and pushed myself up. She helped me from falling over and gave me the support I needed.
Honestly, even then, I questioned the reality of my coming here. It was too good, but felt too real. Her warm hands against my cold skin, or her gentle smile to warm my face. I smiled for the first time since I can remember last. Slowly, my heart cam to ese and escaped my new surroundings. I let myself believe this was all real. If it wasn't, then this dream would be cherished till my death. If it where not a dream, all the same, I knew all hope was lost.