X.x I'm on the school's computer right now, typing. I've been grounded from the computer for failing math until next report card comes out. The marking period ends in three weeks, but our report doesn't come out until four weeks. So, yeah, until then, I'm stuck here in the library. What's worse is if I get one C on that report card, the punishment continues until the NEXT report card.
I need. To get. My ass. In gear.
So that's why this chapter is pathetically short, no more then seven pages. I need to finish this in forty-five minutes, then get on the bus and head on home. But trust me, the chapter has a nice shock and I'm sure it'll be enough for you.
Reviewers: God! o.o I didn't know so many of you liked Nary! I thought you'd be rejoicing about the fact that I killed her. And pay attention to this: Nary is dead. I repeat, NARY IS DEAD! A rock has a stronger pulse then her! That may have seemed random, but trust me, when you read this chapter, you're going to doubt whether or not she's really kicked the bucket. And if you figure out what's going on with Sora, you are God.
Have fun reading! The things in italics will seem confusing at first, but it'll make sense in the end.
And this chapter has not been beta'ed. I sent it to Digital MONDAY. You rock, Digital, but if you're reading this, I can't get online to bug you so I'll have to do it myself; I'm only getting on my computer, like, once a week. I don't have time. So I'm sorry.
Erotic
Nails as sharp as the deadliest of glaives stroked down tender skin, ripping it into coiling ringlets of flesh and letting forth streams of thick, sweet blood.
And it was over. His eyes blinked once... twice... he had to do it twice. It was too dark to tell whether his eyes were closed or not. It seemed as if he had them tightly shut... but a good poke in the eye proved that theory false.
The earth-shattering pain had subsided, but it left Sora dazed and confused, his knees giving way under him. But there was something to catch him... but he wasn't sure what. It felt like he was upside down, suspended by the air.
He gave his wings a tentative flap. The sound cracked like thunder in the vastness of the large, empty space. Sparks flew as buffeted wind hit invisible barriers. Sora felt a drop in his stomach, and he knew he was going down.
Screams of passion tore through the thick air, shattering the stained glass of their eternal bond.
The dark nightscape pulled down at his wings, his body moving at an agonizing pace. The more Sora struggled, the slower he fell. Frustration built up inside of him, but his mouth wouldn't allow passage for a scream that could vent out at least a bit of his rage. His cerulean eyes burned, and it took forever to shut them. He blinked, and then slowly opened his eyes again.
Falling, falling...
...going, going...
...gone.
The word whispered in an eerie hollow, swelling from the base of the room until it pounded through the rest of the orb, making Sora's ears throb as waves of nuke warm heat swelled in every particle of his body, making him twitch slightly in discomfort.
"Are you really gone, Sora...? Are you really... dead...?"
"No," Sora wanted to say. He wanted to shout it. He wanted everyone in this whole damn place to hear it. "No! I'm not dead! Let me out of here!"
But not a word escaped his lips.
Moans rolled over tongues like bittersweet chocolate oil, staining the air like spilt wine on the purest of lace.
The sound of broken sobs reached Sora's near-numb ears. The noise sounded like it was muffled by a thick cloth, but it was still so clear. So near... and so familiar.
He fell a bit faster. The brunette couldn't see the ground, but he knew he was getting closer. All he wanted was for his feet to his that ground. Or hit water, brick, shattered glass, it didn't matter! He wanted anything. For anything familiar.
"Then... why does it feel so familiar, Sora?"
He wanted to strangle it! Sora gritted his teeth in frustration; whoever the Hell was speaking to him, he wanted it to stop! He didn't know that voice... then why was it so familiar... Sora didn't know it, he couldn't know it, it was all his mind playing tricks on him.
Only his mind. Only his mind.
"All in your mind, Sora... Or did you forget me already?"
His feet were so close... he grit his teeth together harder, longing to stretch out his foot just a little bit more and touch that floor. Just a bit further!
This wouldn't over come it... Sora was the master here, he could feel it in his bones. And... he felt like a stranger in his own home, too. Something wasn't as it should be.
"Come on, Sora, I thought you were stronger then that."
Those mocking words were familiar, but they weren't his best friend's. No matter how much that voice sounded like it, it was too bitter to belong to Riku. Too bitter. Too annoying. Too frustrating.
And with a sudden lunge, Sora broke the iron grip that time had on his limbs and brought his feet down, finally hitting the ground with a loud boom.
Tortured sobs rang through the air, tinkling the bells of fate, the haunting noise falling onto deaf ears as darkness clouded his mind.
The sobbing was no longer muffled, but now crystal clear and heart-wrenching. Little sobs followed by heavy gasps of air, ending in a shallow sob. Sora brushed his hands ahead of him and pushed back, pulling back invisible curtains. The sobbing was so close, but he could still see nothing. It might have well have been the floor crying for all he knew.
Wait... what floor?
"Shit!"
Just as the sharp pitch rose up his chest, signaling the beginning of a very long plummet, he blinked, and winced. The light wasn't bright, but it was bright enough to burn eyes so used to the darkness.
Blinking a few times to regain his normal sight range, Sora picked up the crying again. But it was slowing, and he could hear faint sniffling now.
"S-Sora?"
Oh God.
"Nary!" Sora cried, rushing forward. There was his little sister, curled up on the floor and blinking pain-ridden eyes up at him. A massive, bleeding cut ran down the side of her skull, blood dripping and staining her hair and driblets ran down her cheeks, mixing with the salty tears. Her shirt was dirty and wet with grime and blood, her tiny hands chapped and scratched.
"Nary..." Sora repeated, this time in more of a whisper. He bent down and gently took her in his arms. Little sobs still shook her small frame but they were silent this time. Sora could feel her warm blood drench through his shirt, and it tore at his heart as if it were 200 degrees.
He looked his sister Nary over a bit closer, tiny pinpricks of salty tear forming at the corners of his eyes. She had deep welts around her wrists, and there were several long, deep gashes running up her chubby little arms, several still bleeding. Some had already scabbed over
How long had she been here?
Still cradling her carefully in his arms, Sora stood on shaky legs. He had to get them out of here... and find Nary some help. He would have called his Keyblade to heal her, but this was proving an impossible feat. No matter how strong his call, the mighty weapon would not answer. It was as if the Keyblade was no longer with him.
But he'd worry about that later. Now, he had to find the exit.
Bodies twisted and churned together in an erotic dance, limbs twining together as sweat-soaked skin, tainted red with blood, slid over each other.
Taking a second to view his surroundings, Sora slipped quickly and quietly down the stone-embedded corridor. The dim light came from brown, sluggish candles that were held in rusty holders, the glass vase surrounding the flame thick with dust and slime that oozed down the walls. Puddles of things Sora didn't want to know flowed through the deep notches in the stone on the floor, his sneakers make sick splatting and sucking noises with each footfall.
The air was getting thicker, and a smell of burnt copper tinted the air, forcing it's way into Sora's nose and sending his senses into over drive. Blood. He didn't know how he knew it. He just---did.
The smell of burning bodies.
Sora gripped Nary tighter to his chest, continuing his awkward sprint as he tried to go as fast as possible while trying not to rock his baby sister too much. Her head was still bleeding heavily, and he needed to find someone, anyone, who could help...
Blood red lights shown down from a high ceiling, it's burgundy glow bouncing off of pale, naked skin, silky sheets shifting under their insistent movements.
Nary began to twist and turn in his arms, and the blood flow thickened. Sora paused in his running, chest heaving as he took deep, gulping breaths.
"Nary...?" Sora gasped. "Nary, hold still!"
But she wouldn't. Her tiny hands grasped at Sora's arms as she pushed herself away from her brother, stout legs barreling into his chest as she launched herself from his hold.
"NARY!" Sora cried. "Stop!"
But she was already darting away from him, tiny drops of blood flying in her wake before splattering the floor and tinting the mucky water red.
"Nary!" Sora cried again. Taking a moment to get another deep breath, he ran after his sister, following her down the dark corridor.
"Nary, come back!"
It was hopeless. That feeling was back in him... slowing his movements down until he was helplessly running in slow motion. He could only watch as his sister swam in and out of view until she was too tiny to see... and then she was gone.
Sick fear swept over him, eyes widening in shock. The doorway through which she had disappeared through was getting farther and farther away, becoming only a pinprick of color before the darkness completely swallowed it.
"No," Sora mouthed soundlessly, mouth nothing but a shapeless hole now. Tingles ran up and down his spine, a warm flush spreading and heating up his body in a velvety comfort.
And then... he has happy. He didn't know why. He just was. His mind floated with in a blissful utopia, nothing wrong in his wide, jubilant eyes. He felt his feet hit something solid, and his mind swam with beautiful images only to discover a few moments later, with great glee, that these images were real.
Rocking together in a hot, insistent waltz, dancing on the stained silk made of molten flames that danced around their legs, torsos, arms...
He was standing on an enormous expanse of glass, stained with brilliant, rich colors hat flourished into detailed designs, going on as far as the eye could see. A dome ceiling spread out high above his hand, and on it were painted figures, twirling, twirling, into an endless abyss of reds, grays, and blacks... staring at it made him too dizzy, so he looked back down again.
And there, much to his drugged minds delight, stood the raven-haired woman. He dark, slitted eyes gleamed wickedly at his, painted red lips pulled into a tight smirk. Her pale skin glowed with the colors of the room, sending multi-colored shadows splaying across her face.
Her pointy, rail-thin body had a black dress adorning it. It slung down low, barreling over her heels and onto the floor. The back of the dress was completely open, the only thing holding it up a thin piece of wiry cloth that hung around her neck. Dark crystal earring hung down from her tiny ears, gently brushing pale shoulders.
She was stepping closer to him now, smirk spreading at that goofy smile on his lips.
Hey... maybe she would know about his sister?
"Nary..." Sora whispered softly. His blue eyes were darkening slowly as she stepped closer to him. Her face tilted up towards his, the light from the floor sending a shadow shooting up from under her chin.
"Who?"
So close... so close... their hearts raced faster, faster, breathing heavy and hard...
"Nary..." Sora repeated in a pleasant whisper, smiling still. "I wonder... have you seen her?"
"Hmm..." the woman purred, still smirking. She lifted a delicate hand a used a long, sharp nail to trace down Sora's chin. "I do believe I have..."
"Hmm..." Sora murmured. "Where is she?"
"She's safe," the woman assured him. "No need to worry, my little King. No need to worry..."
"No need to worry..." Sora repeated. He was too far gone now. The frustration, the pain, the sadness... it was too much. So she just shoved it all away. That wasn't Sora's fault.
But it was Sora's fault that he kept it away. He was too far gone. Too far.
But past the pleasure filled moans, past the cries of want and need...
"Dance with me..." the woman whispered, tugging Sora closer to her. She pulled one of his hands onto her bony hip, placed one hand on his shoulder, and clasped their other two hands together.
And slowly... they danced.
...he cried.
Sora couldn't think of anything else but the creature who had ensnared his mind so easily in her deadly game. He followed every wax and wane of the twisted waltz, following her movements with his own, never blinking.
"Who are you...?" Sora whispered on instinct, although he really could have cared less.
"Your God of Second Chance," she hissed in his ear, dark eyes glinting maliciously.
And she just smiled smugly at him. Those dark eyes pulling him in deeper, deeper, until he so lost that every single thing, every memory, slipped from his mind.
His sister, Kairi, Riku, the throne... none of it mattered anymore. He couldn't even remember if it did matter. And he didn't care. All he knew was that he had to keep dancing. Just dance, dance.
Salty tears mixed with crimson slid down his cheeks. And he cried...
She was pulling him closer now... Sora could count every eyelash if he so desired. And he did. He wanted to know every part of her.
Slowly, his eyes were slipping close. This was it. Was this... really... the end?
He felt something unbelievably cold press hard against his mouth. SO full of desire and want and need and lust...
...every emotion that was slowly replacing the memories inside of Sora until all he could think about was her. Her black hair, her black eyes, her paper-white skin, her bony frame... everything. That was it.
Silent sobs shook his whole body, and he cried...
She kissed him fiercely, but Sora's lips refused to react, no matter how much his body screamed that it wanted to. Something in the back of his mind... something strong, it kept him. And slowly, secretly, it folded itself around a piece of Sora's heart and pulled.
The woman's nails cut into the tender flesh at the nape of his neck, dragging the brunette down into a more passionate kiss. Slowly, slowly, she stepped backward, dragging the poor, captured boy with her.
The lights were out, as were the lights in his eyes, as his innocence shattered... and he cried...
That little piece of his heart buried itself deep in the confines of Sora's mind, protecting itself for when it would be needed. And that was all Sora needed. That one little piece.
At least... that's what his heart thought.
Because he cried when they deserved to die.. and the angel fell...
Sora was being led into a dark room, lit by dark red lights that hung in a golden chandelier above their heads. Sora could feel himself being pushed down onto the firm bed, sheets made of the finest silk he had ever felt.. like woven water...
...or woven blood.
Because he cried...
Screams rang through the air, nails clawed, passion rose, memories slipped away... and he fell into a dream...
...he cried when the angels deserved to die.
A dream... a dream of you... in a world, without you...
Done
That's all for now! Eight pages, ha ha! Please review; it'll make me feel better about not being able to use the computer!
Bye!