Chapter Four: When the Lights Go Off
Oh it was horrible alright. Being faced with your worst fear and then realizing in a way…that you enjoy the thrill of being scared to death. It was a bittersweet moment when he found himself possessed by an angry spirit seeking revenge. Being forced to allow another breath, walk, feel and taste for you was all too much disturbing. However, to see yourself progress in life was worth the pain and torture. Baralai looked at his hands as he took a quick glance at the clock. It was a minuet before midnight and the praetor was surprised to find himself in bed for once.
Sighing heavily as he remembered he was awakened from his dream he stared at the dark walls shadowed with night. It was a disaster that morning…finding your best friend encouraging you to do something you didn't do. Then to find yourself in the most awkward and obscene positions on the person you truly loathe. It was not a happy day in Baralai's world. Lightly touching his sore cheek, which burned with humiliation and pain from the Al Bhed's hand, he muttered a few curses. Then to top that off he was kicked in a certain area that truly made him feel like an idiot for not using the lift in the first place…instead of being chased by a wave of girls.
Closing his eyes, as he turned his head toward his left, he sank deeper into the bed. The darker shadows in the room scurried off as the clock read twelve o' clock…it was time. Fluttering through hallways the shadows slipped through a sturdy door as it searched for its next prey. A single pyrefly danced quietly in the room as it debated on its next course of actions.
He has forgotten about that night…how amusing. It seems that I will have to use someone else to do my dirty work. However…he has that 'barrier,' he been ranting about after my appearance, and I can't touch him. What if I used another? Just giving certain emotions to another…he might tell that blasted secret he holds. Maybe…just maybe.
The pyrefly floated around in the room as it sang out it's thoughts, it was a flawless idea in it's opinion.
Who should I pick? The shadows soon formed into a body as the pyrefly entered it.
Turning to get a better view of the room, the unsent spirit noticed that it was in a bedroom. There, sleeping soundly, was an innocent victim that would prove to be successful in it's first blow to the praetor. Giving out a soft shine in that dark room, the spirit dived into the body on the bed and came out a few minuets later.
All set and ready…I'll show him that the spirits in the Farplane are much alive with anger for him.
The still body on the bed suddenly twitched with aggravation; rising up into a sitting position, the body cracked it's neck. Feet touched the cool ground as the pyrefly's victim's legs became wobbly like a newborn deer trying to walk. Collapsing on the ground, the victim crawled out of the room with a savage look on those fierce eyes. The victim's breathing was harsh as it felt it's limbs move out of desire not will. Smooth and slender fingers reached out for the doorknob before it, grasping on it the door slowly opened.
The moon shined softly as a single beam penetrated the window and rested on the dark sheets of the bed. The sheets shifted and rustled a bit as a tanned man turned to his side. A dark grin formed as the victim crawled further into the room…it was time.
The sound of the floorboards groaning made the praetor jerk into a sitting position. Dark orbs scanned the room with the eyes of a hawk until it stopped at the foot of his bed. There, sitting on his bed, was a slender figure with dark green eyes that shined with a hidden message.
Green eyes! Like in my dream on the day the High Summoner came… The atmosphere, mood, tension…it all matches…am I reliving a dream? Am I awake? Am I asleep? (1)
"You are shaking…" the shadowed figure on his bed whispered as it crawled slowly toward him. The praetor grasped the sheets on the mattress as he realized that voice came from a certain individual that he disliked: Rikku. Maybe she is coming back for more revenge about that morning's awkward fall. Yevon help me. Wincing as he felt her hand touch his exposed chest he waited for all of Farplane to burst loose on his bare body.
"Let me ease your troubled mind," she spoke in a seducing tone as her hand quietly reached for the lone dagger that laid on the nightstand. Baralai failed to notice this as his eyes were fixed on her other lone hand that trailed down his chest. "Just relax…this won't hurt a bit," she growled as she suddenly raised the dagger and plunged it forward. The tanned man jerked with surprise as he felt the cool dagger touch his hot skin.
It missed…but it was dangerously close. The dagger was held lightly in the pillow as its side barely touched his arm. What the heck? Is she planning to kill me all over that stupid fall? "Rikku…I said I was sorry…what do you think you are doing?" he whispered harshly as he slid out of bed. "I'm sorry, Rikku…" he frowned as he felt her grip his wrist firmly.
With one swift movement he flipped her over and watched as she crashed on the floor. The sound of pained moans filled his ear as he kicked the dagger out of her hand. Straddling her hips as he pinned her hands above her head, he gave the Al Bhed a furious look. "Are you crazy?" he yelled at her as he felt his heart beat against his chest in fear.
The sound of head smacking head resounded throughout the room. Red and purple spots appeared in his vision. "Maybe I am a bit crazy but I came for the secrets that hold in that retched mind of yours. If I have to kill you then so be it…I'm always up for something sweet to drink," she grinned as she leaned down and licked the blood that ran down his face from her attack.
The sun allowed a single ray to slowly light up the dim room. As the warm and comforting light struck the two on the floor a wave of confusion fell on the Al Bhed. Fainting, she collapsed on Baralai, as the praetor watched a few pyreflies come out of her slender form. Disappearing in the air, they sang softly until the room was fully lit up. Looking down at the Al Bhed he found that she was unconsciously crying; running a hand through her hair, he whispered softly to the morning air, "Maybe that dream was a sign after all…but only when the lights are off and when the teeth are barred do I realize this."
(1) On chapter two on the first couple of paragraphs, Baralai mutters something about green eyes when he is asleep. Yup...all things are connected or so what Yuna always rants about. -tosses muffin at her- Shut up!