The corridors were dark…damp as the flickering lamp of candles on the walls seemed to be absorbed by the endless night in the labyrinth of tunnels. That voice sang louder, luring further as his feet splashed in the dripping puddles below him. That silhouette that lured in his room at night, hidden by shadow…it was there, in front of him. Their hand outstretched to him, their fingers moving in a way to signal 'come forward'. With his muscled arm outstretched he leant his fingers out to them, dying to entwine them with theirs. His breaths deep and ragged as he longed to reach them, but each step forwards he took, they took back. Soon they could go no further, the shadowed figure, cloaked so all was concealed trapped between him and a wall as their spread arms let them lean back against it. Smiling he walked forward, taking their lithe shoulders in his hands as he stared at the darkness where their face was concealed by cloth…those eyes shining like always.

"Goku" Smiling he moved his hands up to touch her hood

"Goku" Gripping the cloth he moaned, pulling it back quickly

"GOKU"

Sitting up quickly he panted, Bulma's face inches from him as she shook him. Looking around his room he took in the surroundings, somewhat pleased to be warm in bed but that disappointment lured again. He dreamt all the time of them, whoever they were…ever since he had seen her in that corner last year he had dreamt of them. 'In sleep they sang to him, in dreams they came, that voice it called to him…called his name'. He just couldn't resist it, that tone, that lure. They could just over power him and each time he heard it, he wanted more.

Bulma looked at Goku worried, when she had entered the room his left arm had been outstretched, almost as if he was reaching out to something, his fingers stretched and pointing towards the mirror. Fearing a bad dream she had shaken him and gently called him…but he had just reached further and so she had shouted. Pleased to see his eyes wide and open but still confused.

"Another dream?" Goku placed his hands over his eyes and rubbed them. Running them down the skin of his cheeks as Bulma ran a hand through his hair lovingly, like a mother but the wind in the room soon ran cold, the window shutters blowing open causing both people to jump. Bulma's hand came up to her mouth and away from his hair…the violence stopping.

"Yes…Another dream." He looked at her smiling as he sat up. "What about Amelia, did she get out of her room alright?" Bulma raised and eyebrow at Goku.

"Not you too…all she said this morning was that something locked her door and it wasn't funny. She left in a rather large huff" Goku chuckled and bid Bulma farewell as he began to dress. The window shutters shut tight and the air warm against his skin. That feeling rising within him as the song filled his room, their hooded face in the mirror as he walked over to look, seemingly hypnotic. A voice spoke out and caught her attention back to Goku.

"Who on Earth could be in there?" Her hands rested upon the handle of the door, the cold metal not moving as the doors locked. Goku was still sat upon the floor, his shadow moving slightly under the door frame. Hands pressed tighter she wrestled with the handle, Goku's voice silent as a dark feminine song filled the air, a sweet almost angelic voice singing in there. "Who's in there!...Answer me….GOKU!"

Inside he sat there, listening to Bulma's struggle with the door. As the song filled the room his mind faded, his attentions now upon the figure stood in the mirror. Cloaked and hidden…like always. Through the glass the hands remained stretched out, begging him to take it, luring him to them. Standing up Bulma's cries for him faded into the corridors and deep into the night. A hand so soft meeting his, like skin against silk as it guided him through the mirror. His fleshed form vanishing from his room, the mirror once faded returned to normal standards. Bulma's panicked form falling upon the empty floor as the doors swung open…Goku's presence gone from the room.

"Goku?" Standing up Bulma searched his room, no signs of her friend visible.

Eyes wide with curiosity he watched the cloaked figure before him, every so many minutes they would glance round to check he was still there. The candle light flickered and distorted in the deep tunnels. His hand was held firmly in theirs; following the leader to where ever it was they were taking him. Turning Goku glanced behind them…Bulma's voice echoing down the narrow tunnels through his hypnotist's song. Darkness was at home in these tunnels, all light seemingly secluded to its source or swallowed by the never ending corridors of dank dreary.

His eyes never left their form, his curiosity running higher than his common sense, his sense of danger. Although her face was hidden in cloak her eyes still shone with that loving gaze. Stairs towered down into the depths of the Earth that no one would have imagined…stone cold floors lay beneath his bare feet, each small slap of his skin a sit pounded against the rocked floor of the stairs echoed through the narrow labyrinth. Water gurgled and swirled through the tunnels, sewers or water supplying canals of the now destroyed theatre swam secretly below the building…who knew where they came out?

He sat peacefully in the small boat, the fantasy of his dreams, the woman who sang him to sleep and whose secret figure haunted his mind…she was there in front of him, rowing him somewhere. Smiling he beheld the tidied mess of what must be their home. Mirrors hug from the back wall, polished and shining in the flickering light of many burning candles. Waking from his trance Goku watched gob smacked as she climbed from the boat, with cape spinning behind her in daring whirls as she walked over to the curtained exits that sat to the left of the small island home.

And that's all it was: A hidden home of a woman he thought a ghost, someone so real he had touched them. And under his home, in channels of secret and dark they lived here, using whatever material they could to make their area as pretty as they could. Candles, holders, clothes and even a piano…they all seemed familiar, all seemed to be things that had been lost and never found. How they managed to loose a small organ was another story and a long one at that. Water dripped from the ceiling and splashed into the rippling waters of the surrounding waters. The lighting so dark he could barley see her; see her flee into another room…a cave even, but still the weak candles flickered around him in their small numbers weakly. The lake below him reflecting with purity as he walked over the boats side and onto the bank.

Whether it was from fear or polite courtesy he stood on the bank waiting. Watching the reflection of himself in the mirror as he gloomily stood there, half hidden in the poisonous dark that lingered down here. A small movement caught his eyes…the hooded figures back to him as he watched them slip the hood down their back and off their shoulders, the a joining material soon following as they slipped the cloak off and hung it up.

To their body clung a modern dress, one of riches but still very dull. Black silk wavered into gothic patterns, small bodice holding the waist of its wearer, their hips not hidden by large cages that cast an illusion of huge hips and swirling designs of the usual large silk dresses. No, instead her dress clung to her human hips, spilling a material by her feet in gorgeous swirls of silk and beauty. Red thread cast the material together, clashing with the black of her hair as it hung long upon her back. Not styled in any way but just left to cascade like water upon her body.

They kept their back to him, hands firmly by their sides, just stood there almost waiting. Curiosity took over his politeness as he walked forward, almost touching them when they turned to greet him, a deep and pure white mask covering their face; all but the pales of her left cheek and the deepest red of her delicate lips were hidden behind the mask. Obviously the eyes too shone at him, almost angry but also hinting at sorrow as the two stood and stared.

"Who are you?" His question was met with no answer, instead the figure mealy pointed at him and then to the door of the cave…Once again grabbing his hand and pulling him along when Goku made no movement. He dug his heels in the ground, unsure as to whether he really wanted to go in there, if he really trusted her. But they pulled and pulled on him to go forward and eventually he found himself stumbling into the dark room.

In the back was a large bed, huge posters sat on each corner and the curtains as well as the bedding was of the finest silk. A deep purple and it shone slightly in the gleaming candles. The girl pushed him onto the bed by his shoulders. Not in a manner that reflected the want of sex but in the manner a loving mother would their child, gently lowering him to the mattress and stroking the thick locks on his head with caring eyes. It was then that her lips moved. Sweet lullabies led him to smile thankfully at her as his tired eyes closed but not in sleep; her hand was rested gently upon his cheek, stroking his skin with delicate care as he sighed. He didn't open his eyes but just let them sing…as was usual as he let them take him to a world where he was truly happy, where nothing had gone wrong and where all his life's ambitions were met. As the singing stopped he took his chance.

"Please tell me who you are... Why have you sung to me so this past year?" She heard a small chuckle, a beautiful embrace of human happiness in that one little laugh of hers, it was beautiful…seemingly so sweet and angelic.

"I've been here more that a year my darling Goku." Her voice was soft and gentle, though there were tints of anger in her message; her voice was beautiful in and out of song. Angelic but dark, soft and gentle when she spoke to him. "I've been here since you arrived here. When you were seven" Goku's smile fell as he looked at her turned back in wonder.

"Since I was seven?" A small growl emitted from her.

"Do you not remember that voice in your room, that voice that only you could hear? That only spoke when no one else was around. You used to call me your angel and we spent hours talking together, helping each other. I was your friends and you were mine. I used to watch you when you mourned over your grandfathers death, you would tell me all your pains and all your hopes. I'm sad that you have forgotten this! But then again as you grew you soon forgot me, I was just an image of imagination to you. I watched you sleep at night, I watched you frolic and play in a world of happiness I helped you gain and yet here I was, forgotten and rejected. Alone in the tunnels of elimination, alone to watch you." Goku was slightly taken aback by the once caring eyes, the loving glow in them dying as she turned and let all hell shine in her eyes.

"I'm sorry. Why didn't you just show yourself to me, when I heard those voices I thought it was an angel talking to me. It sounded like and angel and I never stopped believing it was and as each conversation I had with you soon faded away, shortening into a time when I thought life was nothing more than a shattered abyss of pain. I never forgot you but when you stopped coming I soon gave up the hope that my angel ever would." She smiled slightly at him and began to walk forward towards him.

"Yes and then one year ago I watched you through the mirror as your cried yourself t sleep over Bulma's proposal for you to marry. I listened to you talk about how you hated it. I sang to you to help ease your pain, I spoke to you and in the end I once again grew closer to you." As she leaned closer to him, he lifted his hands. Clasping the mask that hid her face and pulling until he was pushed far away from her, eyes angrily glaring at him.

"NEVER TOUCH MY FACE! You think I wear this for fun, just so you can remove it" His face was met with a small slap as he looked pitifully at her. "Never touch it!" She gripped his cheeks between her left hands thumb and forefinger, eyes so close to his that they melded in to one and her voice low and dangerous. Slamming through the curtains he watched her leave…thinking he too should do the same.

TBC

Hehe yaya lmao well another one up and running. Hope u like it D Please review, thanska bunch