A/N: Hello everyone! So, here's chapter three. Things still won't make much (or any) sense, but don't worry, I'm not just doing this for nothing. Or am I? Anyways, I understand that this angsty story might not appeal to some of you and that's totally fine, don't sweat it. Take it at your own pace or don't take it all, whichever is easiest for you. And with that, have fun!
Disclaimer: I own no'ting.
Third Slice: Conversation
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I heard murmurs.
Soft connections of vocal vibrations that would gradually fly across the room.
A confirmation to a short question, though I couldn't make out the words.
'Is he okay.'
'Yes'
'What happened?'
'You'll know soon enough.'
Than I could feel bright light try to penetrate its way through my eyelids. It was a red tinted color, not yet annoying enough to make me want to actually get up.
What was wrong with me. I remember running from some spirit, it's gooey tendrils mere inches away from my back and then...
And then what happened?
'How soon?'
Doumeki...right. When wasn't it him?
'Enough.'
Yuko sounded down-trodden, as if every last drop of sake she had left in her possession suddenly dried up.
There was some sort of gruff huffing sound coming from my right. And agitated and impatient sound.
The kind of sound I would never expect from Doumeki.
'How did you know to wait for him.'
A pause.
'I had a dream. Grandfather was there.'
The red tint gradually died down and I was once again surrounded by darkness. Pitch black separation from reality.
The words became vibrations again, and everything slowly died down.
The murmurs were dead to me.
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A/N: Whoohoo! End of ch. 3!
You guys know the drill, and I hope you liked it.
loves. A-n-B