Yay! I am so happy that Christmas is almost here. My sister just got home
from college, so that makes me happy as well, and I've got a couple of
presents under the Christmas tree. Life is indeed good.
I want to tell all of you who are reading this story that I wish you all a happy and safe Christmas and New Year, especially for those of you who are going to be on the road, and thank you all so much for reading.
I was watching the last interview with the free Saddam, conducted by Dan Rather, and he was just off the wall weird. He declared that they hadn't lost the gulf war, he was always referring to religious references, and he told us that if anyone should ever invade the US, we should not give in but we should fight them to the death. Then he said that we shouldn't invade them, because they would never invade us, and I got this picture in my head of all these Iraqi soldiers goose stepping through Chicago, and I laughed. I found it really funny.
Now, on with the FF.
Disclaimer- I really don't want to do this, since it's so close to the holidays, less than a week away, but if I don't, then the lawyers in black suits will come after me and I'll have to hide myself and grow out my hair and hide in a rat hole like Saddam, which I thought was very funny, and I'm so glad that they captured him, and now I'm rambling, which is NOT good, so I don't own Spirited Away or anything else by Miyazaki. Gomen!
Writing for HIS glory ALWAYS;
Dante/TME/Brian/Isildri
*~*
Nami rode the elevator up in silence, thinking hard. He really had no idea what he was going to say to Jumari when he saw her, and truth be told, he was a little scared. The thought of at last confronting the Spirit that had killed his family was a little unnerving, and he found himself wondering if she would be at all repentant.
The ride on the elevator seemed to take forever, and finally he was at the top, stepping out into the chamber just outside the throne room. He strode over to the door and pulled it open, walking into the darkened chamber.
It was empty. There was not a living being in sight in the entire chamber, which didn't surprise him. He ought to have known that she'd be off somewhere preparing the next torture for Link. He turned around and left the room, not bothering to close the doors behind him.
*~*
3 o'clock.
Link rolled over, knowing that in one hour they would be summoning him for the second torture session.
He tried to go back to sleep, figuring that it was no use staying awake just so that he could agonize over the coming torture, but not surprisingly he found that he was unable to. He stood and walked out to the balcony, gazing out over the vast white plain, watching the sun sparkle off of the clean, fresh snow.
{How is it that a world so beautiful and perfect could be filled with such heartbreak?}
He stood out in the cold, shivering, until he realized that if he didn't get back inside soon he would freeze. He wandered back into the room, put on the clean tunic that lay out for him, and then took a seat in an armchair in front of the roaring fire, gazing into its flickering depths.
A knock came at the door, startling him out of his reverie. He looked up, then went over and opened the door to reveal Knoma waiting for him.
"It's time." Knoma led him through the hallways, far down into the very depths of the tower, down deep below the foundations into the many caverns that riddled the rock. Down in these treacherous depths the only light came from the torches that lined the path, and each cavern was so immense that the light was quickly overcome by the darkness. The only sounds that could be heard were that of dripping water and their own footsteps.
Down they went, farther and farther into the darkness that surrounded them, covering them and smothering them.
And then they came out into a huge cavern, glistening with the light of torches reflecting off the many faceted crystals that lay imbedded in the wall.
In the middle of the cavern were two perfectly round, magnificently blue- silver pools that stunned Link into even deeper silence. There was something about the pools that intrigued him, and he had to restrain himself from abandoning all caution and just simply throwing himself in. Next to him, he could see that Knoma was having the same trouble.
"Welcome, Link, to the Cavern of Forgotten Memories and Darkest Dreams." Startled, he looked around for the source of the voice until he saw Jumari sitting on a stone throne on a ledge high above them. She stood up, allowing her hair to cascade down her back in beautiful black waves. She stepped off the ledge.
Haku gasped, then gasped again, for instead of falling to her death, she floated down gently until she came to rest on the other side of the pools.
"I have selected for you a rather unique method of torture. I don't think that there is anything else like it in the entire world. This torture will not hurt you physically, but it will mentally you will find yourself in utter agony." She grinned at him, her heart screaming at her to stop, but as she hadn't listened to her heart in years, she didn't now. She ignored the cries and continued. "All you need do is select one of the pools and enter it, letting it go on from there."
Link removed his tunic, then headed for the pool on his left. He looked back at Jumari, and she nodded, so he stuck one of his feet into the pool. Nothing happened. The water was rather warm compared with the freezing air around him, so he carefully slid himself into the warm water. He looked at Jumari again, and once again she nodded.
"You need to be totally submerged for it to work." He took a deep breath and plunged into the water.
Instantly he found himself surrounded by a vast nothingness. There was light all around him, but the pool had disappeared. It seemed as if he was floating in the middle of space, no way to move and no way to escape. He tentatively attempted to breathe, and was rather relieved when he found that he could. That, however, meant that there was no way he could still be under water.
{This isn't so bad.} He wondered for a moment whether this was a joke that was being played on him by Jumari, but then he ruled out the possibility.
Then he saw the figure. It was a tall, hooded and cloaked figure, dark and menacing.
"Who are you?" Link asked him, curious yet apprehensive at the same time.
"I am the executioner." The figure floated towards him, and Link realized that there was no way for him to get out of reach.
"So you're just going to kill me?"
"No. I have simply come to torture you. You have selected the pool of memory, and as such will be forced to relive all the worst moments of your life. It has come to my attention that you have some highly unusual ones, ones that would be sure to break men much stronger than you. Now come, there are many memories for us to visit, and little time to visit them in."
The Executioner took hold of Link's hand and began to pull him forward.
"We will begin with some of your earlier memories."
Link suddenly found himself surrounded by figures from a day in his past, a day he remembered all to well.
"Please, don't show me this." He would have been on his knees if he had been able to move, but it seemed that he could only move when the Executioner touched him, and he had removed his hand before Link could turn away.
A car could be seen coming up the street, and a little boy ran out into the road in front of it. The car swerved, missing the boy, and hit the woman running after him instead. She hit the hood, made a huge dent, and was flung up over the roof and cleared the rest of the car. She hit the ground with a sickening thud, and lay there, limp and unmoving. A man ran out of the crowd and hurried to her side, screaming her name. He cried for a moment, then rounded on the boy.
"What the hell were you thinking? You little bastard, you've killed your mother!"
The boy backed away from him, crying and screaming that it wasn't true, that mommy was just sleeping, but the blood that was pouring out of her shattered skull proved otherwise. The father just held her in his arms and remained that way until the ambulance came.
*~*
How did you like that? This memory explains why his father hated him so much, and if you have any ideas for more memories, please tell me. The next few chapters will be devoted to the different memories that he is forced to relive.
I want to tell all of you who are reading this story that I wish you all a happy and safe Christmas and New Year, especially for those of you who are going to be on the road, and thank you all so much for reading.
I was watching the last interview with the free Saddam, conducted by Dan Rather, and he was just off the wall weird. He declared that they hadn't lost the gulf war, he was always referring to religious references, and he told us that if anyone should ever invade the US, we should not give in but we should fight them to the death. Then he said that we shouldn't invade them, because they would never invade us, and I got this picture in my head of all these Iraqi soldiers goose stepping through Chicago, and I laughed. I found it really funny.
Now, on with the FF.
Disclaimer- I really don't want to do this, since it's so close to the holidays, less than a week away, but if I don't, then the lawyers in black suits will come after me and I'll have to hide myself and grow out my hair and hide in a rat hole like Saddam, which I thought was very funny, and I'm so glad that they captured him, and now I'm rambling, which is NOT good, so I don't own Spirited Away or anything else by Miyazaki. Gomen!
Writing for HIS glory ALWAYS;
Dante/TME/Brian/Isildri
*~*
Nami rode the elevator up in silence, thinking hard. He really had no idea what he was going to say to Jumari when he saw her, and truth be told, he was a little scared. The thought of at last confronting the Spirit that had killed his family was a little unnerving, and he found himself wondering if she would be at all repentant.
The ride on the elevator seemed to take forever, and finally he was at the top, stepping out into the chamber just outside the throne room. He strode over to the door and pulled it open, walking into the darkened chamber.
It was empty. There was not a living being in sight in the entire chamber, which didn't surprise him. He ought to have known that she'd be off somewhere preparing the next torture for Link. He turned around and left the room, not bothering to close the doors behind him.
*~*
3 o'clock.
Link rolled over, knowing that in one hour they would be summoning him for the second torture session.
He tried to go back to sleep, figuring that it was no use staying awake just so that he could agonize over the coming torture, but not surprisingly he found that he was unable to. He stood and walked out to the balcony, gazing out over the vast white plain, watching the sun sparkle off of the clean, fresh snow.
{How is it that a world so beautiful and perfect could be filled with such heartbreak?}
He stood out in the cold, shivering, until he realized that if he didn't get back inside soon he would freeze. He wandered back into the room, put on the clean tunic that lay out for him, and then took a seat in an armchair in front of the roaring fire, gazing into its flickering depths.
A knock came at the door, startling him out of his reverie. He looked up, then went over and opened the door to reveal Knoma waiting for him.
"It's time." Knoma led him through the hallways, far down into the very depths of the tower, down deep below the foundations into the many caverns that riddled the rock. Down in these treacherous depths the only light came from the torches that lined the path, and each cavern was so immense that the light was quickly overcome by the darkness. The only sounds that could be heard were that of dripping water and their own footsteps.
Down they went, farther and farther into the darkness that surrounded them, covering them and smothering them.
And then they came out into a huge cavern, glistening with the light of torches reflecting off the many faceted crystals that lay imbedded in the wall.
In the middle of the cavern were two perfectly round, magnificently blue- silver pools that stunned Link into even deeper silence. There was something about the pools that intrigued him, and he had to restrain himself from abandoning all caution and just simply throwing himself in. Next to him, he could see that Knoma was having the same trouble.
"Welcome, Link, to the Cavern of Forgotten Memories and Darkest Dreams." Startled, he looked around for the source of the voice until he saw Jumari sitting on a stone throne on a ledge high above them. She stood up, allowing her hair to cascade down her back in beautiful black waves. She stepped off the ledge.
Haku gasped, then gasped again, for instead of falling to her death, she floated down gently until she came to rest on the other side of the pools.
"I have selected for you a rather unique method of torture. I don't think that there is anything else like it in the entire world. This torture will not hurt you physically, but it will mentally you will find yourself in utter agony." She grinned at him, her heart screaming at her to stop, but as she hadn't listened to her heart in years, she didn't now. She ignored the cries and continued. "All you need do is select one of the pools and enter it, letting it go on from there."
Link removed his tunic, then headed for the pool on his left. He looked back at Jumari, and she nodded, so he stuck one of his feet into the pool. Nothing happened. The water was rather warm compared with the freezing air around him, so he carefully slid himself into the warm water. He looked at Jumari again, and once again she nodded.
"You need to be totally submerged for it to work." He took a deep breath and plunged into the water.
Instantly he found himself surrounded by a vast nothingness. There was light all around him, but the pool had disappeared. It seemed as if he was floating in the middle of space, no way to move and no way to escape. He tentatively attempted to breathe, and was rather relieved when he found that he could. That, however, meant that there was no way he could still be under water.
{This isn't so bad.} He wondered for a moment whether this was a joke that was being played on him by Jumari, but then he ruled out the possibility.
Then he saw the figure. It was a tall, hooded and cloaked figure, dark and menacing.
"Who are you?" Link asked him, curious yet apprehensive at the same time.
"I am the executioner." The figure floated towards him, and Link realized that there was no way for him to get out of reach.
"So you're just going to kill me?"
"No. I have simply come to torture you. You have selected the pool of memory, and as such will be forced to relive all the worst moments of your life. It has come to my attention that you have some highly unusual ones, ones that would be sure to break men much stronger than you. Now come, there are many memories for us to visit, and little time to visit them in."
The Executioner took hold of Link's hand and began to pull him forward.
"We will begin with some of your earlier memories."
Link suddenly found himself surrounded by figures from a day in his past, a day he remembered all to well.
"Please, don't show me this." He would have been on his knees if he had been able to move, but it seemed that he could only move when the Executioner touched him, and he had removed his hand before Link could turn away.
A car could be seen coming up the street, and a little boy ran out into the road in front of it. The car swerved, missing the boy, and hit the woman running after him instead. She hit the hood, made a huge dent, and was flung up over the roof and cleared the rest of the car. She hit the ground with a sickening thud, and lay there, limp and unmoving. A man ran out of the crowd and hurried to her side, screaming her name. He cried for a moment, then rounded on the boy.
"What the hell were you thinking? You little bastard, you've killed your mother!"
The boy backed away from him, crying and screaming that it wasn't true, that mommy was just sleeping, but the blood that was pouring out of her shattered skull proved otherwise. The father just held her in his arms and remained that way until the ambulance came.
*~*
How did you like that? This memory explains why his father hated him so much, and if you have any ideas for more memories, please tell me. The next few chapters will be devoted to the different memories that he is forced to relive.