THIS IS DARK, MY FIRST EVER ATTEMPT ON A DARK FIC.

#2. Storage Room

I ran my hand over the smooth surface of the glass tank and it gave a subtle squeak at the friction. The transparent glass slowly came towards me before I realized I had touched my forehead at its coldness.

'I wonder what could be colder'

My mind continued its turmoil, wreaking havoc on every thought I attempted to think.

Defeated, my hands fell limply on my side and I opened my tired bloodshot eyes to stare face to face with my midnight haired goddess.

Many times I found myself here when I couldn't think right,..when I don't know what to do, when I have no one to side with me every time they tell me THAT.

"Yes..my love… I just had another fight with Sano again.." I mumbled "I ..failed you again,..forgive me"

I closed my eyes again, knowing that you won't react to what I just said. You just…looked at me without any expression etched on your face;

no eyebrows arched, no frows burrowed, no grim lines on your kissable lips.

But it's not like that for me,..In truth, you did everything. Your presence alone is enough to appease my soliloquy

You always forgive me.

"After all, it has been always about you.. "

I smiled bitterly, caressing her smooth face through the glass hoping to feel warm and soft cheeks.

How long had I missed you, really?

Every night, I longed for you touch, your voice, the way you gripped me lovingly inside you as you sent us both to ecstasy on those nights we make love….the nights only the two of us existed.

Now thinking about it only fueled my desire.

I want you.

And I can feel my loins starting to respond to those thoughts.

I withdrew my battered body from the cold surface, not bothering to tend to it first as my hands reached for the glass tank's lock.

A twisted smile curved my bloodied lips when I reached my goal.

Megumi almost jumped from her seat when the door of the study slammed open, the large vintage door almost got detached from its century-old hinges at the impact.

"He's done it again!"

Sano bellowed as he angrily stomped inside. The doctor, noticing the fresh bruises knew what to be done; she motioned for him to a seat and proceeded on cleaning his wounds.

"He would never budge!"

"We just have to try again…" her voice a complete contrast to his angry ones. "We all understand how it kills him" she started to dress his hands with antiseptic and bandages.

"But he can't go on like this forever!.. if things could get any worse he might kill himself!.. and jou-chan doesn't want that.."

Her hands paused a bit at the mention of Sano's nickname for her.

"…I hate to say it, but,..He had already driven himself to insanity…" he ran his hands through his unruly hair, his palms dampening with sweat.

"No matter what, I won't give up. I'll get her from him…If neither words nor magic sway him, I would always be willing to use the fist to talk him out of his madness."

A wave of dead air consumed them when the door opened. At least the vintage door was properly treated this time.

"How's Kenshin?"

Their eyes settled on the young guy with questioning eyes as they both heaved a sigh.

"as always…"Megumi answered instead.

The boy was used to this conversation. Even as a kid, he understood its impact to their strewn lives

"No matter what he does, he cannot turn back time, even magic cannot bring her back,…" he fought the urge not to break down now.

"HES NOT THE ONLY ONE AFFECTED BY HER LOSS!"

Of course, he's not the only one. They all faced the bitter truth of it. They lost a friend, a sister, a mother, the magnet that kept them all together. Only Kenshin refused to believe that she had already gone. Saying she's still here, and that sick belief led them all to this sick secrecy.

Obsession? ….it might be, to the point of insanity. He had struggled for his every time they talked to him concerning this– concerning her. They had been getting more and more insistent on pushing their luck over this matter, and recently, he'd been using his defense mechanism; walking out of them for the sanctuary of his room, not wanting to further argue with them. Who knows what he might have done to Sano if he lost his control?

That night, Megumi made her nightly rounds around the century old mansion. Sensing nothing amiss, she made her way back inside through the corridor, when her magic caught a strange smell surrounding the hallway. As she neared the source of the smell, she called out in alarm.

"SANOOOO!"

The connection was instant, When Sano heard her voice, his magic responded to it as he shot up straight from bed and made it through the door without even bothering to throw a shirt over his head. His magic immediately searched for her and he felt her near Kenshin's chambers.

With every quickened step she took, the reeking odor grew stronger, and before even she realized it, her magic is already pulling her to a certain room.

Just then, she stopped by the dark mahogany that made up the Dark Lord's door. A strong sense of anxiety engulfed her.

'She might have found something important' Sano thought. For a long time they had tried to search for the Dark Lord's magic's weak point but Kenshin kept his distance and further strengthened his barriers.

Something might really be up if a power as weak as Megumi's magic penetrated something just now. But why only now?

He spotted her and proceeded to make his way to her when his senses was knocked off by a terribly familiar stench he failed to notice because of his concern for Megumi.

The smell of sex… and rot.

And it dawned on him.

FUCK!

The smell didn't help at all to appease the burning dread he felt. He can see her, white knuckles trembling as she bolted the large door open

Megumi, NO!

Her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room and within split second she felt a bandaged hand shielding her eyes from the image she just made out.

But too late; the picture would surely would burn its memory on her mind..

A man's body –slick with sweat, lying dead above what she could make out was her rotted body. His bloodied lips curved in a contented –haunting smile, clutching the rotting corpse against him … bathing in the serenity of their afterglow.

So how's it? Good? Lame?..However, I pity the poor sorcerer..

Credits to my younger sis, her slip of a word made the twisted ending possible.^^

Please let me know what you think…

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