Disclaimer: Didn't I already go through this?
Chris: No, I did.
Doesn't that count?
Chris: Just do it again.
Fine. Not mine, nothing here ever is, was, or will be mine. Though nothing
yet, it will soon turn into a slash fanfic. Don't like it? How did you even
get this far?
Chris: Was that so hard?
Yes. Anyway, this is sort of both a recap of the previous chapter and the
continuation, just from a different POV. Trying to get a feel for how this
is going to go.
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It hurt. Everything hurt so much. It's cold. Wet. Why? Why was everything so painful? It hurt to breathe, to move, but the greatest pain was inside. Why? What happened?
"Hey!" What was that? Try to turn toward the sound. Can't quite move....Footsteps were running now, closer. He tried to call out. No! Stay away! His voice wouldn't come.
Warm arms wrapped around him. His cold body automatically sought out the warmth.
"Hey you!" Why was the voice so loud? He struggled to open his eyes. The figure above him was blurry. Why was he being shaken? The movement made the pain worse and he started to close his eyes once more, trying to escape it. The voice came again, but quieter.
"Are you all right?" The voice began to become drowned out by the sound of falling water. "What happened?" The last was barely heard has he felt his hold on the world slip.
The arms tightened and for a brief moment, something he almost recognized flew through his mind. Trying to catch it, his eyes snapped open and locked with startled dark ones, almost hidden behind wire-rimmed glasses. Then the feeling was gone, and he once more felt himself fading. A gentle touch against a bloody, cold cheek made him look up into those dark eyes again. Maybe, just maybe, the owner of those gentle eyes would know. Maybe they would have an answer.
"Who...Who am I?" But before the eyes could respond, the dark lashed out and claimed him.
It was no longer cold and wet, though there was still pain. Not as much as before, but his body still ached (why?) both outside and in. Gingerly opening his eyes, he vaguely noted that he must be indoors if a ceiling was above. Testing a few limbs, he found that moving still hurt and that all his wounds (how did I get them?) had been treated. He struggled for a moment, and after several pauses, managed to get into what was almost a sitting position. The sudden rush to his head that followed caused him to cry out in pain (God, please no!) and grip the sides of his head tightly. The pounding was so loud he couldn't hear the footsteps running or the door being slammed open.
Tears streaming down his face, he barely noticed when someone appeared next to him; when that same person touched his arm. He noticed however when that voice spoke.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Turning slowly, tears still flowing freely down his cheeks and wetting the bandage that lay there, he looked at the person next to him. The first thought was dark. Black hair that fell into dark eyes that looked worried behind glasses. Dark clothes. But the worry that was there and the warm hand on his shoulder didn't have the feel of darkness. Was this someone who could help? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chris: That was schmaltzy. Dari: Oh, look. Chris is using funny words again. Chris: Shut up you. *Dari giggles, Chris takes a few steps back* Um... Anyway Sorry to end it like that. I should have more up either tomorrow or at least sometime before the end of next week.
Seed-Of-Flame~ Thank you so much for being my first reviewer. Actually, I haven't seen the TV show either, but I know it's out there so I thought I should clarify that this was from the manga. I am so happy that it's been released in English. *dances about with Dari* Yay!!
Genkaku-chan~ My other reviewer. Thank you, thank you. I'm glad people like this because I'm really getting into the story and I want to finish it. It's so hard to keep focused on something long enough to finish it. Chris: Must be hanging around Dari that does it. Dari: Wha? Ooh! Look! Kitty! *runs off*
It hurt. Everything hurt so much. It's cold. Wet. Why? Why was everything so painful? It hurt to breathe, to move, but the greatest pain was inside. Why? What happened?
"Hey!" What was that? Try to turn toward the sound. Can't quite move....Footsteps were running now, closer. He tried to call out. No! Stay away! His voice wouldn't come.
Warm arms wrapped around him. His cold body automatically sought out the warmth.
"Hey you!" Why was the voice so loud? He struggled to open his eyes. The figure above him was blurry. Why was he being shaken? The movement made the pain worse and he started to close his eyes once more, trying to escape it. The voice came again, but quieter.
"Are you all right?" The voice began to become drowned out by the sound of falling water. "What happened?" The last was barely heard has he felt his hold on the world slip.
The arms tightened and for a brief moment, something he almost recognized flew through his mind. Trying to catch it, his eyes snapped open and locked with startled dark ones, almost hidden behind wire-rimmed glasses. Then the feeling was gone, and he once more felt himself fading. A gentle touch against a bloody, cold cheek made him look up into those dark eyes again. Maybe, just maybe, the owner of those gentle eyes would know. Maybe they would have an answer.
"Who...Who am I?" But before the eyes could respond, the dark lashed out and claimed him.
It was no longer cold and wet, though there was still pain. Not as much as before, but his body still ached (why?) both outside and in. Gingerly opening his eyes, he vaguely noted that he must be indoors if a ceiling was above. Testing a few limbs, he found that moving still hurt and that all his wounds (how did I get them?) had been treated. He struggled for a moment, and after several pauses, managed to get into what was almost a sitting position. The sudden rush to his head that followed caused him to cry out in pain (God, please no!) and grip the sides of his head tightly. The pounding was so loud he couldn't hear the footsteps running or the door being slammed open.
Tears streaming down his face, he barely noticed when someone appeared next to him; when that same person touched his arm. He noticed however when that voice spoke.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Turning slowly, tears still flowing freely down his cheeks and wetting the bandage that lay there, he looked at the person next to him. The first thought was dark. Black hair that fell into dark eyes that looked worried behind glasses. Dark clothes. But the worry that was there and the warm hand on his shoulder didn't have the feel of darkness. Was this someone who could help? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chris: That was schmaltzy. Dari: Oh, look. Chris is using funny words again. Chris: Shut up you. *Dari giggles, Chris takes a few steps back* Um... Anyway Sorry to end it like that. I should have more up either tomorrow or at least sometime before the end of next week.
Seed-Of-Flame~ Thank you so much for being my first reviewer. Actually, I haven't seen the TV show either, but I know it's out there so I thought I should clarify that this was from the manga. I am so happy that it's been released in English. *dances about with Dari* Yay!!
Genkaku-chan~ My other reviewer. Thank you, thank you. I'm glad people like this because I'm really getting into the story and I want to finish it. It's so hard to keep focused on something long enough to finish it. Chris: Must be hanging around Dari that does it. Dari: Wha? Ooh! Look! Kitty! *runs off*