Kya! I love Misaki and Akihiko, but I have a new craze with Miyagi and Shinobu, so you're gonna see them too. Teehee! But, since the last chapter was largely UsaMis, let's have some MiyShin action! XD
I don't think Misaki noticed when I snuck away. He was too busy being entertained with some guy that had dark blue hair and had doves fly out of his hat. The trick was boring, we saw things like this when we were kids. I was looking for some real action, something that would actually make me regret coming here. I needed to have some sort of adrenaline rush, and I was pretty sure that these bozos weren't accepting volunteers from the audience.
There was barely anyone behind the stage. You'd think that with some fancy circus show going on, there'd be more performers. I wasn't really one to judge though.
Click, click, click, click… I noticed the almost silent steps. My heart pumped, but I wasn't really scared. This might've been the beginning of my adventure. I made a sharp turn into a small corner masked by stage instruments. Click, click… the footsteps came to a halt. I smelt a vaguely familiar smell. It was sweet… like strawberries, or melon. There was a mix of a sort of wheat too. Melon and wheat? There was a hint of smoke, cigarette smoke. I tried to think about how that would be familiar. Then I heard a voice and nearly jumped out of my skin.
"I thought I saw him come back here," someone began.
"I don't see anyone. Perhaps it was just Akihiko," that voice was completely familiar. I held my breath, hoping I wasn't found out. I wouldn't really have cared if I was kicked out, I just didn't want to get kicked out while Misaki was still sitting in the crowd, watching lame magic tricks.
"Akihiko doesn't just appear and disappear. Despite-."
"Enough," the familiar voiced man ordered. "You're on stage in a matter of minutes. Nowaki won't be hesitant to pull people out of the crowd while he waits." Are you freakin' kidding me?! The one time I decide to come back here and people might be pulled form the crowd! Just my freakin' luck! I sighed, more like groaned, in annoyance. There were no footsteps. Everything was quiet. How long were they going to stand there? I impatiently swept my fingers over the wooden wall behind me.
In my irritated struggle to stay still, I felt an indent in the wall. It felt as if there was a door. I looked down behind me and saw a small trap door that was small enough for a person to crawl through. It was one of those cliché, conspicuous doors that would lead to a mysterious book room or something where there was a secret that they're hiding from the crowd. Despite the predictable conclusion behind it, I dropped to my knees and crawled into the small space.
Miyagi's POV
I waited there, while Hiroki left for his turn on the stage. I knew that child was hiding, and I waited there for him to notice the passage. After mere seconds, there was a tap of wood, a creak, and the soft shutting of a door. I smirked and walked towards the small entrance, now clearly labeled "Rabbit's Hideaway".
Shinobu's POV
The pathway was not what I expected. First of all, I was imagining that it would by a concrete passage to wherever. That was not the layout at all. Instead, it was a dirt hole with small lights dotting through the walls. It almost captured me in a… magical aura. Second of all, it was much warmer than I had anticipated. Only seconds of being inside the tunnel, I was dying to take my shirt off. Lastly, the soil was odd. Soil has that funny smell that you'd smell in a garden shop or something. Last I remembered, soil was damp in humidity like this too. The soil was dry and sweet smelling though.
I didn't know how long I was crawling, but I was growing tired fast because of the heat. I felt like the oxygen around me was thinning also. Uggh, this is unbearable. I thought, just before I caught a glimpse of a bright light at the end of the never-ending burrow. The air caught me first, allowing me to breathe.
Fwump! I guess I was closer to the end than I thought because I had fallen out from the hole that was a foot in the wall beside me. In my exhausted efforts, I slumped there on the cool ground, allowing for some of my energy to return to me.
"Tired… tired… tired…," voices hissed around me. The voices were high pitched in a mature way. It was as if they were mythical. I opened my eyes to see what doomed room I had landed in. Much to my surprise, it was dark. Well… the original room was dark. There were grassy hills that were shaded into a navy blue due to the dark. Above me were stars and the moon. I would've guessed that I'd landed outside if not for the neon lights that outlined trees in shapes of spades.
The stars, now that I looked closer, were in the shapes of diamonds. They were perfect little diamond shapes glistening above me. To my side, there were flowers in shapes of hearts, and clovers dotted the fields. It was a familiar story setting.
"Rest my prince. Tired, tired, you must be tired… rest, rest and rest some more," these hysteric little voices chanted. I mumbled something to myself and tried standing up. There was a sudden tightening at my wrists and ankles though. My eyes widened in alert and I looked to see who was restraining me. The correct question, though, was… what was holding me?
Vines rose up from out of the dirt wall that I fell through and tightened their grip around me. Complete fear washed through me. I could handle psycho circus people. I could handle abusive relationships. I could handle bickering parents. I could handle all that. What I couldn't handle, were things that had no scientific reasoning behind them.
"Get the hell off!" I ordered, struggling against their grip.
"Yell… yell…," it seemed like a sadistic beg versus a playful command. The way these faceless things whispered it made me sweat in fear.
"What the hell is this?" I demanded. I then looked up into the fantasy-like realm. "Who's doing this? You sick and twisted bastards-!" I lost my breath due to the vines wrapping themselves around my neck. The lack of air was making me light headed. I couldn't find it in myself to yell anymore. I had lost all will power, and was slowly falling dangerously close into the arms of someone I wished I wouldn't meet… so young, that is.
"Release your grip," that familiar voice commanded above me. The vines were gone as quickly as they had appeared. The danger felt as if it hadn't left though. Actually, I think this man was the center of all the dark aura that was engulfing me.
"Where the hell…" I began breathlessly, feeling sick. I doubled over in held my head, but kept my focus on his answer. He didn't answer directly after, which probably gave him enough time to whip up a lie.
"You're in a dream land," he whispered, sitting down beside me. I looked to my side and saw his arms behind him, his face raised lightly into the air. It was the man from the door. I groaned, annoyed.
"Dream land, huh?" I questioned, sitting up after my queasiness passed. "I always thought a dream land to be positive. Being attacked wasn't really how I planned beginning a place like this." I admitted to him. The man nodded, not looking in my direction. I puckered my lip annoyed.
"In order to receive something pleasurable, you must go through some pain," he whispered. I sighed and fell on my back in a huff.
"You're weird, you know that?" I informed him. A smirk bubbled onto his face.
"What's a dream land to you?" he asked, turning his attention to me. For some reason, his intent stare made me feel uncomfortable… sort of embarrassed. I turned to my side, away from him, and closed my eyes.
"A dream land…" I restated. "Where there is no one to take you away from what you want, where music plays by your emotion, where you can be completely released from life." I was sort of just blabbering. I didn't know what was in a dream land, if I had to customize it. I wasn't especially keen on sharing something like that with a stranger either. A stranger who had kicked me out from the place I was anyway. Well… if I still was at the Abandoned Playhouse.
Almost in an instant, piano music started playing. The music was familiar. It was sung along with some vocaloid who called himself (or was named) Kaito. The mood became sort of intense… sort of inspiring. If he was trying to match my mood, he was completely off. I wasn't feeling like this at all. The music was pleasant though.
After the music played I felt another restraining vine tread over my stomach and gripping my other side. I groaned annoyed and turned around to look at him.
"Can you tell these vines to-," I began. When I opened my eyes, I was surprise to see that it wasn't a vine that held me, but the man's arm. "Gyah!" I screeched, trying to flee back. His arm was strong though, and he pulled me closer. I tried to push him off, but with his other unoccupied hand, he took mine. He then flipped me so I was on my back and kissed my neck.
"H-hey!" I tried to sound angry. "What do you think you're doing…?" my voice softened, for an unknown reason.
"You should've chosen your words a bit more carefully," he whispered into his ear so the vines couldn't hear. The way he said it made my heart skip a beat, and a blush rose to my face. I desperately tried to hide the embarrassing evidence that I was, even if only slightly, enjoying myself. "Here's that music," he kissed my neck once more, "in a place where no one will bother us," he kissed my jaw next. His kisses made it hard for me to question the "us" thing. "And I will promise you a full release from life."
My face was bright red.
"Th-that's not what I meant!" I accused, trying to wriggle free. The man caught his lips up with mine, forcing me to shut up.
I'd never really kissed a girl before, so I was sort of expecting him to lead. Uggh! It sounded like we were dancing! Moreover, I was okay with this guy making out with me! Oh, but I made sure he had to battle his way in. My teeth were clenched for only seconds. Then he broke his way through and battled with my tongue. On a whim, I wrapped my arms around his neck, thinking that it was the right way to do this.
There was something I didn't like though. I was on the bottom! If I was ever reduced to being caught up in a gay relationship, I would sure as hell want to be the seme! My attempt was fruitless once I felt my clothes begin to leave me. My eyes widened at the sudden exposed bare skin on my chest.
"St-stop!" I stuttered quickly, raising myself up so I was propped on my elbows. The man looked up at me from trailing kisses down my stomach. It was then, that I not only noticed the lust in his eyes… but also the red that dyed them. I knew why I was really freaking out now. I could handle psycho circus people. I could handle abusive relationships. I could handle bickering parents. I could handle all that. What I couldn't handle, was having some mutant trying to screw me. I mumbled the question before I was ready to hear the answer, "What are you…?"
Misaki's POV
"Shinobu, do you think that man from outside is going to be on stage?" I looked to my side, seeing no sign of him. My heart jolted in panic. Shinobu was gone! He was away from my side! What the hell? How? Why; more importantly, when and where? I was about to go searching for him, but there was a pair of hands the fled over my eyes. I sighed in relief.
"Shinobu-kun?" I asked. "I was so worried. Where have you been?" There was a dark chuckle that I was sure Shinobu couldn't pull off.
"Mm, sorry for disappointing you," he whispered. "But we have some important matters to discuss."
Like it? Lolz. You're gonna flip when you know what Miyagi is!! XD lolz!!
