Bad Kitten: Chapter Three
By. Bento Box
04/03/03
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Soft, smooth lips trailed over bared flesh. The carress felt like the glide of silk over freshly bathed, indulged skin and the sensation made the sleeping body tremble unconsciously.
So very pretty, this one was. The boy had (one of) the most beautiful aura about him, and even fewer that he had come across had ever possessed one as vivid and alluring as this boy's.
He smiled against the velvety soft skin, and enjoyed the way the bright colors shivered and coiled around one another, the way the boy's unconscious body would, the flesh curling away from him but the shimmering slivers of light towards him.
He brushed a lingering carress down the boy's face, where his fingers stilled to stroke at the soft, slightly parted lips.
He slid off of the bed, stood, and gazed down at the slumbering boy.
Such a marvelous chance to have found his precious treasure; my pretty, little kitten.
With a smille still on his face, he hummed and walked quietly out of the room to attend to the business evening had surely brought him.
He would come play with his little one later.
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Consciousness combated with the deep slumber he had fallen into. He blinked several times as the clutches of sleep receded from him and stared blankly across the expanse of black under his head.
Black?
Confused, and not knowing why he felt so unbalanced, he pushed himself up with his hands, skin sliding over silk sheets.
Awareness returned to him bit by bit and he realized that there was very little, in fact, nothing at all, between his skin and the black silk sheets under and over his body.
Blue eyes darkened, and sharp, clawing emotions he had not felt in years entered his chest--fear, dread, helplessness.
The muscles in his jaws worked as he clenched his teeth and fought for control over his breathing and heart rate. No panicking.
He drew the sheets up around his shoulders and clenched at the parted cloth up at his chest. He rose quickly from the unusual, foreign bed and started to scan the room.
It was rather ornate, one of the most elegantly furnished rooms he had ever been in, but the carefully matched set draperies and accompanying furniture was less than appealing to Nagi's eyes. He had to find a way out of this place. The sense of distorientation and fear was not a sensation he relished, and the room stifled the air about him as he tried to gather his shaken wits to come up with a plan, now.
Damnit, no windows!
The light that enveloped the room came through from clear, glass panes high up in the ceiling. He frowned upwards at it, the sight reminded him of the lights found in large buildings with their rectangular squares set apart in carefully measured distances.
His eyes flickered back towards the door. If it was locked, he could just open it with his powers. If it wasn't...
Nagi didn't truly believe that whoever these people were, to have been able to knock him unconscious without him even once coming face to face with them, that they'd be careless enough to leave him in an unlocked, unguarded room.
Come to think of it, why the hell was he in a room? Naked?
The tremble at the base of his spine returned abruptly, and he shoved the unwanted questions away viciously, not wanting to explore the many possibilities and scenarios of the answers he could come up with, despite there being no... subtle or obvious signs of physical discomfort. Except for the twisting and churning of his stomach at that particular train of though. He gave himself a mental, violent shake. FOCUS!
His eyes narrowed and he walked swiftly over to the door.
He reached out to turn the ornate gold handle and nodded a bit in satisfaction when it didn't turn.
He concentrated and reached out with his powers to tamper with the locks, waited for the soft click that would notify him of his success.
But abruptly freezing, his heart stopping as well, when he only grasped at nothing, with nothing.
It wasn't there anymore, that constant presence, the familiar weight of air compressed around him to follow his every whim and command.
No!
And he reached out again, frantic and shaken as he battled his panic for control; control that he couldn't feel anymore because he could not reach!
He could hear the ragged breaths, painful and sharp sounds, echo dully in time with the roar of blood in his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut, sheet forgotten, as he unclenched his fists to splay against the cool surface of the wood door, and reached, demanded and screamed at his silent powers to give way and let him out!
Nonononono!
He denied the hysterical cry from breaching past his pressed lips, as he stared, wild eyes wide and blind to the grains of the glossy wood. He felt himself forcefully shove with his entire being against the door, willing for the entire thing to give out and be blasted backwards, not caring for silence and caution anymore.
Nothing.
He backed away slowly, from this door, this wall, this force that held him in its grasp. His legs trembled with each step backwards, until he stumbled, feet entangled in the silk sheet that had lain forgotten on the floor.
No... no.....
The soft keen bubbled up, deep in his throat and tried to spill forth but he helf it back, not wanting to give in, not wanting to let go of his hold onto denial and disbelief.
There was nothing wrong with him! With his powers! He just had to... had to get a control of himself. That was all. He would be out of here soon, not now, but soon. His telekinesis hadn't abandoned him!
He repeated the reassurances to himself, as he sat there on the floor, his body still wracked with small trembles that gradually decreased as his breathing evened out and grew calm.
Wait a little more. Just a bit more. But for now, call Schuldig.
Schuldig!
Wide eyes snapped open at the thought of the German. He had forgotten, in his lapse of control and bearings, that he could reach the telepath through their link.
The reminder reassured him further, and for the first time, Nagi was grateful for the mind-bond with the man.
Schuldig!
His eyes were closed once more, and he bit his lower lip, brows furrowed in concentration.
Schuldig! Damnit! Answer me! This is no time to play your fucking mind games Schuldig!
His fingers started to tremble, and a bead of sweat rolled down his temple despite the relatively cool air of the room.
SCHULDIG! ANSWER ME DAMN YOU! ANSWER ME!
Silence.
There was no answer from the other end. Nagi's arms had come up to wrap around his shaking body, and his muscles jerked and spasmed uncontrollably.
NonononoNONONO! This cannot be happening!
SCHULDIG!!!
No reply. No mock-laced voice in a nasal tone. No aggravating, dark laugh.
Just pure, complete, empty silence.
... damn you....
Something wet and hot slid down his cheek. And Nagi realized, with a rather detached and morbid fascination from the confines of his subconscience, that it was a tear.
... Schuldig......
.... no.....