Disclaimer- nope. the charries are not mine. tsk.
CHAPTER FIVE- NOT INSANE
Ash. Rubble. Broken glass.
What had happened to his sanctuary?
Sukasa picked his way slowly through the fallen stones from the ceiling, marvelling at how different the place seemed, now that other people had come after being his place and his place alone for so long.
"...I suppose being near godlike isn't for saying much in here..." he mumbled quietly to himself, and truer words were never spoken. Over the past three years, Sukasa had been able to fine tune what he could and could not do with naught but thought. The time in solitude had given him immense new understanding of the data streams of the World and how he could bend the fabric of this reality with litte effort. But the loneliness had taken quite a toll as well.
Creeeeeak.
Slam.
"Sukasa! I know you are here!!"
Sukasa gritted his teeth at the sound of Ginkhan's voice echoing through the Cathedral. A surge of anger tore through him, but he muffled it. Footsteps came up short behind him and stopped. "You attacked Lady Subaru!"
Sukasa stared at a stray pebble in the rubble and ignored him.
"You destroyed your own home!"
He closed his eyes and tried vainly to quell the anger rising within him from these insults.
"Then you try to destroy yourself!"
He clenched his fists and snarled, "Go to hell!"
"You are losing your mind!"
"I AM NOT INSANE!!"
Sukasa spun around and swung viciously at where Ginkhan had been a moment before, but his searching fist found only air, and a ripple of space curved outward in an arc to slam unhindered through the far wall. Overbalanced, he stumbled and fell to his hands and knees. After a moment, a long, feral howl of years of frustration tore from him and made the ruined windowpane rattle with its intensity. Sukasa clawed at the stone floor in a rage, tearing the still-tender skin of his hands and pulling a fingernail nigh off.
Rage against the internet. Rage against the unfairness of the World. Rage against whatever gave him godlike powers to change the World but never simply leave.
Why? What have I done that merits this...this punishment?!
Tears of silver ran freely down his face to land on the stonework of the floor. He stopped as the fury dissapeared in the more and more common unnaturally abrupt mood swings that had plagued him for a year. What was that on the floor? And emerald?
Sukasa gingerly held the gem between his thumb and forefinger and inspected it. He pulled his hat from his head and peered at the sides. Yes, one of the gems had fallen off. He refastened it with a flick of his wrist and sighed, then pulled the cap back over his head.
The new emerald began to glow in bursts, like a heartbeat.
Outside the Church of Twilight, Ginkhan stood immobile, playing nervously with a stray string on his uniform, horrified with what he had done. And far away, Sora looked up and smiled.
"Aaaah, you are wearing it! Mm-hmmm!"
So what do you guys think? My muse was on a streak, but she got exhausted already... give me ideas on what could happen next, ne?!
CHAPTER FIVE- NOT INSANE
Ash. Rubble. Broken glass.
What had happened to his sanctuary?
Sukasa picked his way slowly through the fallen stones from the ceiling, marvelling at how different the place seemed, now that other people had come after being his place and his place alone for so long.
"...I suppose being near godlike isn't for saying much in here..." he mumbled quietly to himself, and truer words were never spoken. Over the past three years, Sukasa had been able to fine tune what he could and could not do with naught but thought. The time in solitude had given him immense new understanding of the data streams of the World and how he could bend the fabric of this reality with litte effort. But the loneliness had taken quite a toll as well.
Creeeeeak.
Slam.
"Sukasa! I know you are here!!"
Sukasa gritted his teeth at the sound of Ginkhan's voice echoing through the Cathedral. A surge of anger tore through him, but he muffled it. Footsteps came up short behind him and stopped. "You attacked Lady Subaru!"
Sukasa stared at a stray pebble in the rubble and ignored him.
"You destroyed your own home!"
He closed his eyes and tried vainly to quell the anger rising within him from these insults.
"Then you try to destroy yourself!"
He clenched his fists and snarled, "Go to hell!"
"You are losing your mind!"
"I AM NOT INSANE!!"
Sukasa spun around and swung viciously at where Ginkhan had been a moment before, but his searching fist found only air, and a ripple of space curved outward in an arc to slam unhindered through the far wall. Overbalanced, he stumbled and fell to his hands and knees. After a moment, a long, feral howl of years of frustration tore from him and made the ruined windowpane rattle with its intensity. Sukasa clawed at the stone floor in a rage, tearing the still-tender skin of his hands and pulling a fingernail nigh off.
Rage against the internet. Rage against the unfairness of the World. Rage against whatever gave him godlike powers to change the World but never simply leave.
Why? What have I done that merits this...this punishment?!
Tears of silver ran freely down his face to land on the stonework of the floor. He stopped as the fury dissapeared in the more and more common unnaturally abrupt mood swings that had plagued him for a year. What was that on the floor? And emerald?
Sukasa gingerly held the gem between his thumb and forefinger and inspected it. He pulled his hat from his head and peered at the sides. Yes, one of the gems had fallen off. He refastened it with a flick of his wrist and sighed, then pulled the cap back over his head.
The new emerald began to glow in bursts, like a heartbeat.
Outside the Church of Twilight, Ginkhan stood immobile, playing nervously with a stray string on his uniform, horrified with what he had done. And far away, Sora looked up and smiled.
"Aaaah, you are wearing it! Mm-hmmm!"
So what do you guys think? My muse was on a streak, but she got exhausted already... give me ideas on what could happen next, ne?!