Me
By Chibi Dibi
I lay gasping on the ground. Damn, it hurts. The soft calm night threatens to grab me and hold me down again.
The sound of my panting echoes in the empty street, and my feet tire of the impact of the hard street as I run. But none of it matters, not even the pain that threatens to break my heart, body, and soul.
I don't have enough time to scream or cry. I know he's out there, waiting.
I WON'T let him get me. He's tried to take my life away too many times, and broken almost everything I've ever loved or cared. BUT.. HE... CAN'T... HAVE... ME!!!!
"Aaaaahhh!" I scream. A heavy shock runs through me. My body starts to go numb with the pain. I feel my brain start to shut down.
NO! I won't let him win! He's underestimated me. Never realized that I've grown stronger with every attack. I can resist him now, and with help, perhaps he can leave me forever.
A painful stinging spreads on my body. I'm not going to be able to make it alone.
Beneath my torn shirt, I see the marking he gave me years ago.
Only one person comes to mind. I'm afraid to go to him for help, scared of what he'd say...
The markings scream and fade away.
But he's my only hope.
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I run my hands through my hair, and attempt to dust off my torn shirt. It's amazing how cold the night is. I never quite realized it before.
I'm standing in front of cheap hotel room. The demon slumbering in a dark corner somewhere. My clothes, torn, dirty and wet. My face scratched, and my soul torn, I don't think I deserve to be here.
It's selfish, asking for help from a pure person, such as him, but I don't want to hurt anymore.
Using the connection between us, I find his room and knock on the door. I sense his confusion as he acknowledges a presence at the door.
I hug my aching and exhausted body.
The door opens, and I see a beautiful face staring back at me.
"Help me," I manage to whisper.
Green eyes glare back at me, "Muraki."
I feel myself fall to the ground as I lose consciousness.
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Were you surprised?
I certainly was, heck, I don't even like Muraki, hate him really. If I had a knife, I would stab him for all the pain and suffering that he's caused.
But Oriya obviously thinks he's someone to protect. So I came up with this fanfic. ^_^
Disclaimer:
Yami no Matsuei belongs to Yohko Matsushita and Hana to Yume Comics, but mainly to Yohko Matsushita, because she created it. This fanfic belongs to me, and any attempt to copy it will make me mad and bloodthirsty. 0_0 ::Doctor slips secret potion into drink::
By Chibi Dibi
I lay gasping on the ground. Damn, it hurts. The soft calm night threatens to grab me and hold me down again.
The sound of my panting echoes in the empty street, and my feet tire of the impact of the hard street as I run. But none of it matters, not even the pain that threatens to break my heart, body, and soul.
I don't have enough time to scream or cry. I know he's out there, waiting.
I WON'T let him get me. He's tried to take my life away too many times, and broken almost everything I've ever loved or cared. BUT.. HE... CAN'T... HAVE... ME!!!!
"Aaaaahhh!" I scream. A heavy shock runs through me. My body starts to go numb with the pain. I feel my brain start to shut down.
NO! I won't let him win! He's underestimated me. Never realized that I've grown stronger with every attack. I can resist him now, and with help, perhaps he can leave me forever.
A painful stinging spreads on my body. I'm not going to be able to make it alone.
Beneath my torn shirt, I see the marking he gave me years ago.
Only one person comes to mind. I'm afraid to go to him for help, scared of what he'd say...
The markings scream and fade away.
But he's my only hope.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)( *)(*)
I run my hands through my hair, and attempt to dust off my torn shirt. It's amazing how cold the night is. I never quite realized it before.
I'm standing in front of cheap hotel room. The demon slumbering in a dark corner somewhere. My clothes, torn, dirty and wet. My face scratched, and my soul torn, I don't think I deserve to be here.
It's selfish, asking for help from a pure person, such as him, but I don't want to hurt anymore.
Using the connection between us, I find his room and knock on the door. I sense his confusion as he acknowledges a presence at the door.
I hug my aching and exhausted body.
The door opens, and I see a beautiful face staring back at me.
"Help me," I manage to whisper.
Green eyes glare back at me, "Muraki."
I feel myself fall to the ground as I lose consciousness.
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Were you surprised?
I certainly was, heck, I don't even like Muraki, hate him really. If I had a knife, I would stab him for all the pain and suffering that he's caused.
But Oriya obviously thinks he's someone to protect. So I came up with this fanfic. ^_^
Disclaimer:
Yami no Matsuei belongs to Yohko Matsushita and Hana to Yume Comics, but mainly to Yohko Matsushita, because she created it. This fanfic belongs to me, and any attempt to copy it will make me mad and bloodthirsty. 0_0 ::Doctor slips secret potion into drink::