Dash.
She was naked, naked under the bed covers and curled up next to Dima. Her thin arms round his chest and head on his shoulders, her long hair draped across her upper body and long legs wrapped round Dimas.
He slept without a sound, no snoring like the first time they stayed together at their new house. To be fair it was deathly silent. Dash hadn't ever told anyone that she was scared of the dark. Naturally she never felt safe in the blackness of the night. Except for now.
She felt safe with the guy she loved. Yes that's right, she loved him and wasn't afraid to say it. Maybe it was a biological love or just natural, maybe both. Maybe it was because she had someone that would care for her. That's why probably. With Dima she could drop the boasting act and just act cool and calm, content to know that he would be there.
And yet he worried her. Dima wasn't exactly the most warming of people and he did scare her when he was angry. "Its a crazy world, I know you wont hear me but...Dima". Dashes scratchy voice broke the atmosphere as she slowly fell to sleep on him.
"You wont ever hear this, but I love you". For a few seconds she stayed awake, as if wanting to hear a reaction. But there wasn't one. She smiled to herself. Dash fell to sleep, one of her hands landed on his chest and felt a slow heavy heartbeat.
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Dima-Current location:His head.
Equipped with a assault rifle in one hand and a large knife in the other. Dima was equipped for anything and everything as he stood up straight in the empty maze of black and white. There was only one way through the maze. And he knew this maze.
Back when he was in the Spetsnaz, the "maze" was part of training. They would give a recruit a pistol and knife and fill the place with serial killers and convicts. The recruit would then have to make it all the way to end...out of a possible twenty four dead ends.
Usually this was the one that weeded out the weak. Suicide rates were common and more often than not when the search parties came to investigate after a few hours they would find the dead recruit with the pistol in his hands, having committed suicide. Dima on the other hand was never fazed by the psychological terror. There was whispers that went around saying that he was immune to fear and maybe inhuman. "I may be, I may not be. Round number two!". He said to himself before turning the safety catch off and running into the door way that connected the entrance to the maze.
The atmosphere and colour surrounding Dima as he cut a bloody path through the many dangers was black and white. It was odd, very odd. Like it wasn't real somehow.
There were supposed to be thick green hedges surrounding the many alleys, there were supposed to be murderous killers in orange jackets waiting at every corner. Instead of any colour at all there was just two...black and white.
"What the hell is happening". Dima hadn't fired a single shot or stabbed at anything thirty minutes later. He wasn't tired, or scared but this place was strange and creepy.
"Figure it out yet?". A voice spoke from the shadows and Dima answered by spraying his entire clip into a nearby bush that he thought the voice came from that particular place.
"Stop prancing about and think you blind idiot". The voice chuckled to itself as the ex-sargent reloaded and emptied another clip into a wall this time. The bullets either punching straight through and making high velocity bullet holes or just ricocheting everywhere.
"Shut up and fight me". Dima cursed in Russian before placing another magazine in. "IVE GOT PLENTLY OF BULLETS!". He screamed before madly swiping at a hedge before spraying more bullets everywhere randomly.
"You mean fight yourself?". The voice sounded louder as it came from the darkness above him. "What the fuck did you just say...where's my...fuck you". Dimas voice rose higher until he shouted himself coarse as he realised that his gun and knife were missing.
Then the floor underneath the ex-Spetsnaz opened and Dima fell into what he thought would be hell itself. To tell the truth he wasn't far off.
Siberia is a cold desolate wasteland in some places and the ice lakes that make up the most Northern sections are used to train Spetsnaz"s sometimes. Dima had been in one, and he almost froze to death. Only when he had braved the icy cold water and climbed on top of a iceberg before shouting victory did he allow himself to pass out.
This time he was on that same iceberg. With just a shirt and shorts on, no shoes or socks. "Is this your idea of "fun" you sick fuck?".Dima swore as he tried to keep warm amongst the freezing temperature.
"No not really, this is what Dash sometimes thinks of you?". Dima found a figure slowly walking towards him, it was him. In his uniform, boots crunching the heavy ice, medals clinging in the wind and no scars at all.
"Does she?, why should I care?". Dima replied, showing a poker face instead of his REAL thoughts. "There's no use hiding from yourself Dima, you know how I am". The figure clicked his fingers and they were both moved to a move remote location. "Remote" being the word used for complete blankness.
"Your me,but I am me".Dima cooley responded. Folding his arms and taking a casual stance. "Indeed I am, I am your imagination and your psychical self. I am your emotions. THIS is your mental safe". The figure pointed to a harder looking version of Dima with scars lining his body, not surprising considering what he had been through.
"And this is your emotional self". Another version of Dima, this time with a Hawaii shirt and a pair of sunglasses along with a bad tasting brand name of shorts and sandals appeared.
"I am not...what do you want?". Dima allowed himself to crack slowly and silently this time. He sighed.
"Remember the first thing you ever saw?". The emotional one said before drinking a bottle of Vodka that came out of nowhere.
"Yeah, a crashed car". "Remember what you did?". The mental side replied, barbing his teeth. "I looked at it before walking away". "And it didnt faze you in the slightest". The three version said together before standing up and circling Dima.
"Remember your first kill?". "Remember when your squad mates died and you didnt even bother to look?". "Remember that look in your Captains eyes when you executed him for incompetence?".
Dima slowly started to shout at them but no noise came out.
"Remember Operation Thunderstrike?". "Remember Dash?". "Remember when you two accidentally kissed?". "Remember when you bathed her?". "Remember when you killed that tank crew?". "Remember saving Dash from that squad of Soldiers as they tried to rape her?".
He remembered all of it. "I remember".Dima finally managed to say. "Why do you remember her?". "Because its the most recent things?". He shrugged.
" . ".
"No. ". Dimas hard wearing stance on things took hold and he immediately lied. "Why are you lying?". "I am not lying". "Dima you are lying to yourself, admit it. You have the hots for her and she has the same for you".
"No I don't and she doesn't either!".Dima screamed at the three figures still circling him. He couldn't,wouldn't,not ever, admit it.
"You think it is weak to admit feelings of love?, I know its hard for you but accept it. You love Rainbow Dash".
"NO!". Dima shouted into the blackness before he woke up.
Dash.
Dreams are rare to those who sleep for most of the day. So it was surprising when Dash found herself alone on a cloud. Even more surprising considering that she was standing on one in the first place, in her human form and clothed oddly enough.
"Yo, over here". She suddenly wasn't alone when a voice that sounded like hers. It came from above. "Yeah, there. Know who I am?". It was the old Dash that was talking to Dash. The Rainbow maned mare who took everything as a competition and never stopped for anything less than number one.
Much different than she was now. Much much more different. She looked at herself for a few brief seconds, she realised that they both looked the same but in different bodies. It was almost weird and yet fascinating at the same time.
"Yeah I know you, your me right?". She answered back to the question. It didn't feel strange at all talking to herself like this. Circumstance's change so we adapt. She thought to herself, knowing that it was something that Dima would say.
"Correct I am you Rainbow Dash, or is it Dash?". The mare asked another question.
"Maybe both, I remember Pinkie calling me Dashie". Dash chuckled as she remember the hyperactive pink pony jumping around everywhere and popping up in random places.
"So what you would prefer Dima to call you?". The ponified version deadpanned. Looking serious.
"…Dash I guess, he seems fine with it". Dash concluded quickly, to be fair she had never known him say anything about it. He just seemed to have accepted it and moved on.
"Do you enjoy being stuck as a human and not the best flier in Equestria anymore?". Pony Dash flew closer and stuck her face into Dash.
"I don't mind really". As long as she was with him.
"Its about him isn't it". Rainbow Dash guessed correctly as she spotted the small red tingle on Dashes face.
"…yes". Dash confirmed it, putting a hand on her back.
"When you wake up, I want you to call him something". A mischievous grin appeared on the ponys face.
"What?".
"Dmitry".
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The dream faded and Dash woke up alone. Dima was nowhere in sight. She was still naked, although the bed covers looked like they had been moved, they will still covering her from the elements although it was warm now.
She thought about her dream, she wasn't really bothered about not being a Pegasus anymore.
"Good to see your awake, you worried me when I woke up….., I never expected you to be that hot". A joking voice entered her ears and she smiled. It was Dima at the door with a apron that had a Russian name inscribed on it. She didn't need to know what it said.
"Yeah sorry about that, forgive me?". She turned herself around to face him. Hands on the covers.
"Course, what do you want for breakfast?". Dima shifted the convocation along.
"Whatever you can cook me up…Dmitry". A large grin appeared on her face after saying that.
The same didn't go for the apron wearing Dima.
His eyes went red for a second and a little twitch formed in his mouth. It was all over in a second as Dima wrestled control of his facial expressions.
The rainbow haired girl realised that she had said something that triggered a nerve. Throwing deceny to the window she got up and approached him.
"Sorry for what I said, is Dima not your real name?". Dash asked while slowly approaching the stone faced form of Dima.
"No, its…Dmitry, I prefer Dima. Its .call, me what you want". He said before turning his back and proceeding to the kitchen.
"I will…Dmitry". Dash said to herself before heading for the shower. A multitude of emotions and thoughts hit her.
Is Dmitry a raw nerve.?.
Have I hurt him?.
Does he still like me?.