Chapter 15 - Confined Memories

The last thing he remembered was falling.

Then there was nothing.

Blackness taking hold as all of his senses seemed to quit, and he was left with nothing but numbness, and his thoughts.

Then, the first thing he heard was the soft whirring of a ceiling fan - on high, as it sounded. There were... Soft footsteps, ones that he recognized but was too tired and unfocused to think about who they belonged too.
The soft ruffling of a coat, something that he recognized... But once again, he couldn't bring himself to think about who it was.
He knew who it was... He was just too dizzy to and tired to place the name. Suddenly, he felt the damp coldness on his forehead, and then the sharp freezing sensation of something against the side of his neck.
The blonde hissed softly at the sudden barrage of sensations as the numbness quickly faded and left him able to feel again.
It wasn't pleasant from the feeling of nausea that filled the pit of his stomach, the way his head ached from deep inside his skull, the dizziness that swam through him as he tried to open his heavy eyelids.
The sound he had made drew the attention of the other person in the room, from the footsteps that made their way across the floor, and the figure that walked over to come to his side when he had opened his eyes a bit only to shut them again from his dizziness and sleep-infected self.
A soft groan escaped his lips, turning his head slowly over to the side a bit, which did nothing to ease the ache in his head as it responded to his moment with more pressure and pain.

A whimper escaped him this time, and then he felt a hand on his head.
Pressing down gently into his blonde curls to make him keep his head steady and relatively still, resting there to assure that he wouldn't move and make him feel worse than he already did - though that seemed nearly impossible, from how much he felt like he needed to vomit.
With a soft sound protruding from his throat, he tried once again to open his eyes, his eyelashes quivering as he pried his eyelids open with sheer strength that he managed to muster up from somewhere. His vision swam with blurred lines and dark spots, making him stomach churn slightly from the uneasiness it came him.
Fighting to keep his eyes open, he blinked slowly a few times as he tried to get his eyesight to clear, to see what was around him rather than to just hear, feel, smell, and taste...
Slowly but surely, the outline of the person by his bedside became more clear, the distorted figures before his eyes slowly fading as they finally began to take on more reasonable and realistic shapes.
As his vision cleared, so did his head and his thoughts, the ache in his skull still pulsating through his body but now able to make things out better than before.
Finally, the name came to him...

"Sakyo?..." His voice was hoarse, his throat dry as cotton from lack of hydration and stinging as the name left his mouth.
Sakyo, petting the top of Takanosuke's head for a moment with his fingers, simply nodded. The blonde whimpered softly, squeezing his eyes shut at the uncomfortable feeling of having a dry throat, his saliva tasting like metal in his mouth and doing nothing to help.
Sakyo seemed to notice, since he reached over to the table beside the bed and picked up a glass of ice water, his opposite hand sliding under the blonde's head and helping him lift it slightly.
Takanosuke groaned softly at that as his head pounded and throbbed in pain, but he did his best to open his mouth and take a few sips of the water that Sakyo offered him. It was refreshing, and almost stung as it went down his throat from the dryness and coldness colliding with each other - but it made him feel a bit better, even if his nausea still remained.
Setting the glass back down on the table, Sakyo gently lowered Takanosuke's head back down onto the pillow, adjusting the cold rag on his forehead and the ice pack placed against his jugular vein. Takanosuke took a few moments of deep breaths as his throat finally felt lubricated before speaking again.
"What happened?..." He asked, now able to keep his eyelids at least half-open now that his tiredness and dizziness had relatively faded away. Sakyo's crimson eyes made their way down to his own cerulean ones, that ever cold look still lingering but with something more behind them.

"You started acting strange when we arrived.." He said simply, his voice still as firm as ever, "I tried asking you what was wrong, but your nose started bleeding and you collapsed. There aren't any hospitals around so I brought you here.." Takanosuke squinted his eyes slightly as to show that he understood.
'Here' must have been just a hotel room, as that was definitely what it looked like. Letting out a breath, the blonde slowly turned his head a bit so that he could look up towards the ceiling, groaning softly as the ache in his head pulsated; now, it was less painful than it had been when he had first awoken.
"My guess is that it was the heat." Sakyo said, watching the younger of the 2 carefully to assure that he wouldn't do anything to cause himself further discomfort and pain.
"It's hot in here.." Takanosuke complained softly, squinting his eyes a bit up towards the ceiling fan that spun at its highest speed.
Evidently, from the cold cloth, to the ice pack, to the fan, Sakyo had been trying to cool him down before heat stroke did anything serious too him... His grandmother had once told him that it could send people into a coma, which is why she always had him wear a hat when he was out in the garden with her.
But... It hadn't seemed to be the heat. Maybe it was, but it was something other than just that, and he knew it. The last thing he remembered seeing was himself falling; and before that, he remembered seeing (hearing, experiencing) too many other things that had left him confused.
He remembered little of them, all of them swimming around in his head, dismembered memories and distorted images that he was unable to bring to mind at the moment.

"I know." Sakyo said gently, placing his hand against the cloth on the blonde's forehead to check that it was still cold. It had lightened up now; it would be best to wet it again and help Takanosuke cool down as much as possible, "Try and rest a bit more. I'll be right back."
Picking up the folded cloth from Takanosuke's forehead, the redhead made his way from the side of the bed and towards the small bathroom that the room contained, leaving the boy to himself for a few moments before he returned. Breathing softly through his nose, Takanosuke simply lay there with his thoughts and the drowsiness that the heat seemed to cause him.
Maybe it was his idea in the first place to come out here - perhaps it was his own fault that this had happened to him, for not taking into consideration that the heat could very well kill him.

After all, with the summer up here, it was always bound to be deadly if one did not manage it.

Groaning softly from the faint feeling of nausea in his stomach and the ache in his head, Takanosuke just stared up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, welcoming the darkness once more as he heard the footsteps of the only other in the room come back to him; the cold dampness on his forehead returned, and it felt rather nice instead of uncomfortable, like it had when he had first awoken.
The blonde turned his head a bit over to the side in Sakyo's direction, feeling that hand come up to the top of his once more to assure that he was stable enough to sleep.
At that gesture, Takanosuke knew he was okay; he wouldn't ask Sakyo for anything else than that...

Both Zyro and Kira had went off in a separate direction than the other 3 groups that consisted of the 9 of them, aiming to do the same as the rest of them blatantly were - try and find any information that could lead them to Alcorin.
Considering what they had gotten from Maru and Madoka, it was pretty clear to all of them that they were looking for anything around Kasama that could relate these temples built by worshipers of Nemesis across Japan.
Considering Alcorin was seemingly the flesh of blood of the god himself, and he definitely seemed to show some deep respect for his long deceased father, it was rather quite a logical thing to see if they could find one of the temples that still remained standing - if there were any.

"Of course I'm paired up with you again..." Kira muttered under his breath with a sigh through his nose, a small scowl on his face as he walked beside the Fire Blader that simply looked over at him with his forlorn blue eyes.

"It could be worse, Kira." The ginger-ravenette replied, "Nobody else really likes you that much."

"And you do?" Kira asked, raising his one eyebrow at the inquiry. Zyro shut his mouth at Kira's retort, and simply looked down.
He understood that Kira - though the ex-DNA Blader had fought along side him, and helped keep him grounded and prevent him from losing his mind in the last few weeks - wasn't that found of him.
The Bahamoote Blader didn't seem to be that fond of anybody except for, maybe, his own teammates that he had left back in Metal Bey City because of the promise that he had made to return the favor. He was sure that Kira wouldn't exactly like it if he said that he considered him a friend.
"Honestly..." Kira sighed with a role of the eye, "I'd rather not put up with your sulking, Zyro, it's getting annoying. You're obviously upset about Gingka, but I think it would be much appreciated if you kept it too yourself."
Zyro's eyes met Kira's own, if only from the side. The pastel-haired blader made a soft sound of disgust and looked away from him, seeing the forlorn sadness behind eyes as blue as the sky and finding himself unable to stand it.
But why?...

"Blaming yourself isn't going to fix anything Zyro, how many times do I have to tell you before you suck it up?" Kira's fool's-gold-colored eye glanced over towards Zyro once more, irritation clear in the one iris that remained.
"Sorry.." Zyro muttered pathetically, and Kira simply sighed in response.
"Whatever..." He said with a sigh, "How about we actually figure out how we find out anything about these named temples?" Licking his dry lips, Zyro breathed out once before looking over towards the older boy.
"How we going to do that?" He asked, "We don't really have that much to go on around here."

"I know a few shrines around here..." Kira said abruptly, "They might know something about it."

"Okay..." Zyro drifted off awkwardly.
It was obvious that Kira was likely the one who knew the most about Kasama, for whatever reason, and seeing as how mainly none of them knew a thing about it, it was probably best to follow him.

"How do you know so much about Kasama?" Zyro asked, looking over towards the Bahamoote Blader beside him.
"Did I not say to drop it?" Kira asked, annoyance clear in his voice; it wasn't an uncommon thing nowadays, especially towards him. Kira looked at him for a moment, his one eye seeming to study him and leaving an intimidating imprint before the Bahamoote Blader looked away with an irritable sigh.
"I just do, now leave it alone." Kira said with a dangerous edge to his voice, "Now come on, the closest one is halfway across town."
Eyebrows furrowed a bit, Zyro silently followed Kira towards the shrine that he was talking about; Kira's insistence to leave the subject of how he knew so much about Kasama was the imprint behind his eyelids, the question still fresh on his lips, and despite his refusal to even discuss it, Zyro had a feeling that he knew.
Zyro wasn't the brightest of people, but he certainly wasn't stupid, and after living in a town as small as he had all his life, he could usually tell something about a person by looking at the way they moved, acted, did things.
He wasn't exactly the observant type either, but he could see that there was more to Kira and Kasama than simple research done in spare time.
Despite the burning sensation in his head that told him to ask, that compelling sense of curiosity that was one of humanity's greatest dangers, something that soothed the need to know things but could also make so that he wished you had never asked or gone to investigate in the first place, Zyro kept his mouth shut.
He swallowed with difficultly, his throat feeling dry and forcing down the urge to ask Kira the question of what he suspected. It was obvious that the pastel-haired blader wasn't in the mood for that - then again, when was he ever?
With only emptiness left and words never said, Zyro simply followed Kira to the shrine in question while the other said no more in turn.

Kira's thoughts, however, were on more than simply just heading to the Kasama Inari Shrine that was about halfway across town. Kira, that small scowl still ghosting his face, was never one to be sentimental - he despised the mere thought of it with an intense passion that almost matched nothing else, which is why he was never able to stand even looking at Zyro's forlorn face anymore.
Being in Kasama didn't help much either; it wasn't even that it bothered him all that much, but just the sheer fact that they all kept asking how he knew so much about - he knew a few things that might be able to help them out, shouldn't that be enough for them?
He was able to forget when he really wanted too, even it meant only suppressing unwanted memories that may be blurred along the edges - the fact that Zyro, of all people, and even his friends, wanted to know how he knew this much about Kasama was what irritated him the most.
Not to mention what had happened in the week that Gingka had been comatose, when he had just decided to 'help' them all by getting to stop crying every few minutes...
But that was nothing like what happened all those years ago, in memories that he could barely even remember but stayed glued there to haunt the occasional nightmares in his usually dreamless nights. It didn't matter anymore, either way.

He had gotten past all of it, and he had left it all behind a long time ago to rot - whatever was left of his life before the DNA, he had no will to even care about it.
He had stopped caring a long time ago, after he had lost his eye and had started to take on that more intimidating personality that made all the other kids stay away from him.
But somehow, all of those useless emotions - compassion, empathy, kindness, love - were coming back.
All because he actually sort of cared for the kid following him.
Sighing through his nose, Kira shook his head, and prevented himself from almost walking into a lamp post due to his fair lack of depth perception...

"Sakyo and Takanosuke?" Alcorin questioned with furrowed eyebrows, looking over towards the black raven perched on his inverted finger beside him, and only having dead eyes stare back.
The bird let out a deep croak from its throat, the sound of it hollow and lacking life unlike a normal, conscious bird would; several more hollowed squaks escaped the raven's beak, and Alcorin understood with the simple hold that he had on this poor creature's mind.
"I wouldn't have suspected them, but who am I to judge?..." Alcorin asked no one, tilting his head back slightly while keeping his crimson eyes on the bird that he had imprisoned, "I suppose that simply means I have 2 parties to deal with... Not that those 2 should be too much trouble, but I won't take chances."
Another hollowed croak protruded from the raven's throat, something that was simply music to the albino's ears from the sheer emptiness that inhabited it - or perhaps didn't, however that was supposed to technically work.
"Kasama?..." The word came off his equally as white tongue as he heard all that was to report from his little messenger bird, and his tone made him sound thoroughly displeased, "Zyro and his friends are in Kasama... But of course.." A small chuckle came from the albino's lips, a smirk making its way onto his face as he tilted his head forward again.

"They don't know when to quit, especially not little Zyro..." Alcorin speculated, talking to no one but himself as he knew that the raven perched on his finger could never care what he had to say - nor did he doubt that the bird couldn't even understand a word that he said.
It was just a puppet, and all it did was fly back and forth, looking with its dead eyes at the world that he himself honestly didn't care much about and simply observing for him, monitoring those little brats that refused to back down.
But all in all, he didn't even really mind - it just meant that, in a way, they were eager to give him more to play with, more of them to break and crush under his hand just like the first time. It was so interesting, how gullible humans actually were.

"No matter how much I break and snip.." The albino went on, "He never seems to get the memo... He probably gets that from him, wouldn't you agree?"
Having been previously staring out at the vast landscape before him, he turned his red orbs back towards the black bird sitting on his hand. He was given nothing but that blank stare and the slight cock of its head to the side; even so, a light chuckle escaped white lips as he went on.
"It's just so pathetic..." Alcorin mused to himself, "He's so close to the breaking point, and yet he still desperately hangs on just to try to get to me... How cute; the poor baby.. None of them even have the slightest idea that Gingka's even alive, and when they do, well... If they do, but all the same.. They won't take him away from me."
A more bitter look crossed Alcorin's snow white features, his eyes narrowing as he turned his head to look out once more unto the landscape before him, which he was given an excellent view of from his vantage point, "No one will take him away from me again..." Expression calming, crimson irises looked over towards the mindless bird perched on his hand, staring forward with dead eyes as it simply awaited its next orders on what it was supposed to do next.
"Keep an eye on Zyro and his little friends in Kasama." The albino all but whispered to the raven, drawing his a bit closer to himself to bring it forward slightly, and it made no reaction, "I wouldn't want them to find what they're looking for so soon, if at all; after all, I still need to break them so more... I'll deal with Takanosuke and Sakyo later. Go."

With the final word, Alcorin threw the raven up into the air with just his one hand, the bird retaliating by flapping its wings instinctively to stay in the air and take flight before it flew away into the direction that it had come, unwillingly carrying out its orders on Alcorin's own demand.
Lowering his arm back down to his side, Alcorin watched the messenger bird take off across the landscape, flying high above the tree tops and seeming to leave a shadow in its wake as the bird that represented death and ill omen.
Red eyes narrowed slightly as they stared out across the landscape far below him from where he currently stood, the small breeze that did little to soothe the sweltering heat making his hair and bangs brush against the side of his face. He wouldn't have suspected Sakyo and Takanosuke to do anything until they did it; honestly, he hadn't even given the two of them much thought, as they hadn't even appeared to be that much of a threat to anything he had planned.
He had watched them, of course, and seen it as they had helped Zyro and his friends at the last minute even though they had barely any idea of what was going on - the fact that even they decided to come look for him, was rather a surprise, even if he hated to admit it.

"Well then.." Alcorin said to himself, his red eyes glowing with the inheritance he had gotten from his long deceased father, "I'll just have to break them too."
A small laugh escaped white lips at the thought, and he said no more as he turned and left from where he stood, not bothering to watch as the days slowly turned darker...

Gently did he set the glass down on the bedside table, the ice cubes in it gently floating around and clinking against each other and the glass as he resumed his seat beside his father's bed.
The room was silent but for the man's breathing, which was slightly ragged and uneven as the illness kept running its coarse through his body until it finally struck home and left him nothing but a corpse, and the heart monitor, beside the bed to determine his state; needless to say, with this disease, it wasn't good.
"Thanks..." The dying man said softly in gratitude, giving his son a weak smile from fulfilling his request.
"No problem, dad." He said in response, his voice quiet yet sounding so loud in the silence that filled the house, something that he wasn't comfortable with, didn't recognize from the many years he had spent in this house from his childhood.
Of course, that was a long time ago, before he had left when his father had supposedly died in that cave in at Mt. Hagane; despite that, he had only ever recognized one kind of aura in this house.

Life, laughter, happiness and joy.

He had used to chase Hyoma around the house when they were but toddlers, use to love it when it his dad picked him up and told him he was a little dork and that he loved him, loved it when he got to play with Hokuto when the dog wasn't hiding from him to prevent his toddler self from pulling on his tail.
It wasn't like he had meant to do anything to him, he had only been a little kid.
Now, there was nothing of that remaining but simple memories, the aura of he house smelling and feeling like death, sickness, disease.
It was something that sent chills up his spine, making him shiver with the cold even though it was rather a recent temperature inside and outside the house. "How are you feeling?" He asked his father in a desperate attempt to break the silence that rang in his ears.
"Guess.." The man responded playfully with a rasp in his voice, giving a few close-mouthed coughs before they stopped, "Not too much better, you can imagine." Biting his lip, he simply nodded in response, his eyebrows drawn together slightly while he adverted his eyes over to the side.

"Yeah.." He managed to get out, breathing in shaky breaths through his nose as he folded his hands together in his lap uncomfortably. He listened to the raspy breathing of his father for a moment, to the heart monitor that he was attached to, relishing in the fact that he was still alive, even if only just; he didn't his eyes back to him before he spoke.
"Look, it's not your fault.." The dying man said from in front of him, drawing his golden-brown eyes back to the only real family he had, a gentle look on that pale face that he recognized so dearly from the early years, and even those after, "I was just one of the unlucky ones, that's all..."
He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat and slowly breathing in to try and calm his fast-beating heart; it didn't work.

"You mean like mom?" He asked, taking one of his hands and resting it on the side of the bed while the other stayed in his lap. The man simply nodded with a sorrowful look in his eyes that were nearly identical to his own.

"Like your mother..." The older redhead determined with a hint of grief in his voice, "I think she would be proud if she could see you now.. I know I am... I just wish I could watch you grow up more, that's all." The younger of the two inhaled sharply at the words, trying not to let the tears spill from his eyes, even though he had already let that happen for the past few days of his father's condition.
"Me too.." He said, more brokenly than he had wanted. He licked his lips, looking down towards his lap for a moment before looking back up towards the man he had known all of his life.
"I'm sorry I wasn't around more often..." He apologized, "I would've been, i-if I knew that this-"

"I don't blame you, Gingka..." The man said again, as firmly as he could with his weakened state that made it hard to even breathe; Isha had checked up on him a few times, and said that there was honestly no telling when he would pass, as it was always different with everyone.
His mother included, who he heard had lasted 9 months while she was pregnant with him - he was never sure what to make of that, but it scared him.
To think that his father could last for months in this suffering, never knowing when he was going die.
"You couldn't possibly have known this was.. Going to happen..." The older redhead continued, groaning softly and shifting himself a bit as much as he could, "I'm just glad you came... So that I got to see you again."
A smile was on the elder's lips, an unvoiced laugh in his eyes that made himself smile a bit, a bitter sorrow hidden behind it.
Looking down towards the blanket his father was under, he reached over with his hand that was already on the side of the bed and took his hand, savoring how the other redhead gripped it as firmly as he could for reassurance.
He felt his father stroking the side of his hand with his thumb, something that he used to do whenever he had nightmares as a kid and woke up in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep.

His breath shook as he looked down, feeling the warm wetness sliding down his cheeks as he was unable to keep in the salty tears - somehow, he knew this was goodbye.

The sound of the heart monitor rang in his ears, slow, steady beats showing what Ryo was holding on by. A whimper escaped his own lips, holding his father's hand tight as the grief and sorrow and anguish over took him.
"I love you dad..." He whimpered softly, the tears dripping onto his lap and dampening his jeans slightly in spots.
It was only when he looked up into his father's face, eyes closed peacefully with a loose smile frozen there, did he hear the flat line of the heart monitor.
The tears stopped falling as he stared with sorrow-filled eyes at the man who had once been his only family, the will to cry forgotten as there was left an empty hole inside of him where his father had once been.
The only thing he could hear was the prolonged beep of the heart monitor, going on and on like a wail of anguish that he himself fought to keep in. For what seemed like forever, Gingka held Ryo's hand, even though he knew there was no earthly way he would ever feel it.

Then everything went black.

Gingka didn't open his eyes - not really.

He could never tell if he ever did from the darkness that surrounded him, allowing him to see nothing except for what was right in front of him - but there was never anything in front of him.
He could see himself for the most part, and he could feel the invisible chains that kept him bound to the spot he knelt in, pinning down whatever remained of his wings in tattered feathers and missing downs.
His breathing was heavy as he was suddenly torn away from the last memory he had of his father, something that he hadn't even been visualizing, something that he hadn't even been thinking about before he had seen it, experienced it all over again.
And for a split moment, he had almost felt like everything was okay.

But it wasn't okay.

He was here, trapped in the darkness with nothing else but a creature that he never saw with his own two eyes, that tormented him and mocked him endlessly with words and actions that he wanted so badly to tear away from; but he never could.
Because he was the one who was chained down, unable to move and barely able to speak from the fear and horror that always managed to course through his veins.
He never saw it.
If he ever saw anything, it was a simple blur of white and black in the corner of his eyes, and the hands that never seemed to stop touching him, setting every nerve in his body on fire from the intensity that pulsated from the sheer touch of its skin, whispering into his ear in a voice that he hated, speaking in mocking words and tearing off the feathers of his wings one by one, trying to dig down to the bone in his shoulder blades and rip them out.

"How adorable.." Said the voice that he recognized, yet could never place, that made him freeze altogether and stop his breathing, as if to try and hide from the monsters only for it to be vain.
There was the shuffling of something behind him, a sound that he was now all too familiar with as that.. Thing.. Came up behind him, its fingertips touching his back and sending waves of that intense pressure through his body even through his clothes.
He shivered violently as its hands slowly snaked upwards to his shoulders, pressing its torso against his back as he leaned against him, as though for support.

"You remember it loud and clear, don't you, little Gingka?" It spoke into his ear, making him shudder from the warm breath blowing against it, "How your dear father looked at you, how he lay there dying while you held his hand and sat beside him, thinking that the only thing he ever did was love you... He wouldn't have ever done anything to hurt you, right?"
The hand resting on his left shoulder slowly slid down his arm, feeling the fabric of his jacket and fingertips stopping just where he's folded it up to his elbows, "You even held his hand as he died right next to you... Isn't that just sweet."
The intense pressure of its gentle touch amplified once white fingertips hit the skin of his forearms, its opposite hand sliding up from his shoulder to his neck and setting every one of his closest nerves on fire in its intensity.
Gingka whimpered softly - pathetically -, wanting so badly to tear away from the thing that pressed itself against him from behind, to just stand up and away into the darkness that he knew would lead to nowhere else but right here.
But with the chains that wrapped around his wrists, his ankles, even the invisible collar around his neck, he could do nothing but listen to it, feel it as it touched him endlessly with a sensation that almost felt welcoming, yet revolting all the same.

"But then you don't remember anything else, now do you?.." An amused tone came to its voice, a small giggle on the edge of its unseen lips that may have been as white as its hands and fingers were, "You held his hand, and watched him die, and then there wasn't anything else until you woke up... What would your friends say if they ever found out the truth, hmm?.. What would they think of you?.."
Gingka's eyes widened, confusion wracking his brain and being the only other thing he felt aside from the intensity that pulsated through his skin, feeling skin as smooth as glass trail along his own and set set off every nerve that he had in pressure that was bordering on painful.
Its left hand made its way down his forearm, seeming to trace the bones beneath his flesh as its fingers reached his wrist and stopped there, as if feeling the shackles around them and relishing in the delight of having him bound to the spot.
Carefully, it snaked its fingers in between his, the palm of its hand on the top of his own and making its skin seem even whiter in contrast to the dark brown gloves that he wore.
The hand closer to his neck trailed along his collar bone, making him swallow hard and whimper softly as he feared what it might do with the intensity that was born of its skin.
A small laugh escaped its mouth from just behind him, breathing and whispering in his ear with a voice that he still couldn't place, but felt and sounded like a nightmare.

"You have no idea what you did, now do you, dear Gingka?.." It spoke into his ear, its lips just brushing against the shell of it and making a shiver run down his spine, "You never realized what really happened, after you woke up in that grove and don't even remember how... How cute.. You don't even know what happened to your dearest father, now do you?"
The hand on his collarbone shifted upwards to his neck, running its fingers over where his Adam's apple was and making him whimper from the fear and intensity that pulsated through him.
"You always knew what he did, because it was always right there.. But you never did realize what you did, dear Gingka.."

"Stop it.." The onslaught of touching stopped for a moment, almost as if in shock that words had actually come from beyond his lips after so long.

"Just stop it!..." Gingka repeated, whimpering pathetically as he felt the intensity of its touch suddenly stop, both hands only remaining in 2 places and causing it to become almost unbearable from the pressure held in one spot.

"Stop?.." It repeated, its voice sounding amused that he had actually spoken, and lifted the hand on his jawline up towards his mouth,"You always were so adorable, you know that?... I could never see anything of the outside while you kept me here, and now you can't see it either... But I could always see you.."
Its fingers, as white as new winter, brushed over his lips, as if feeling them, before two of them pressed against them with force that he hadn't expected.
Gingka kept his mouth closed, tears welling in his eyes from the pain of the pressure that ran through this.. Thing's.. Skin and tormented him, speaking into his ear with mocking words that made him want to do nothing scream.
"You were never anything but a simple mockery.." It said to him, whispering against the shell of his ear that its mouth felt uncomfortably close to, "And I was always here... Waiting for the exact moment when you would open up, and you would let me out.. And you did.. Twice."

With abrupt force, white fingers forced their way into his mouth, making him choke softly before freezing in place; the intensity of its touch ran down his tongue, making him sob as the tears began running down his face.
A laugh sounded from just behind him, echoing in his ears as it took its fingers out of his mouth. It took its other hand out from his own, its fingers drifting away from and off of him, hearing the sound of it leaving which always managed to calm him down. But this time, it didn't - because he knew it would always come back.
Gingka breathed heavily, sobs mixing in with it as his throat constricted to create a symphony of broken screams as tears ran down his face, wanting nothing more than for it all just to stop.
All he ever wanted, from the first he had met that damned thing, was it for it all to stop.
And there was no sound of ticking to keep him sane.

Zyro... Please.. Get me out of here..