Big Bad
For hours, the queer pale children traced the folds in the others' clothes, whispering sweet nothings in a melodic rhythm back and forth. Like long, skinny fingers dancing weightlessly on the high keys of the grand piano. They shared a closeness that was so alien to their solitary nature that it almost unnerved them, shook them, weakened them. Naminé and Ryo clinged to each other in desperate need, the sweet smell of Marluxia's flowers intoxicating and the butterflies hypnotizing.
Naminé didn't wait till morning to rise, her sleep disturbed by the chill of the night and the absence of her beautiful Ryo. She stumbled to her feet, head still dizzy and clouded with the sand of the dream-man. Her mouth mumbled incoherent ramblings while she stepped along the forest paths, timid and unsure. Everything was so sinister in the dark. The trees had become like arachnids with claws, the woodland creatures were demons with eyes of fire, and the paths were all liars.
She couldn't recall how she arrived in town. Second nature, she guessed, mostly in reassurance. Somehow, the town was even more sinister than the forest. It was completely empty, but she couldn't help but feel eyes stabbing at her from all directions. Omnipotent and cruel eyes.
Teeny-tiny Naminé started running. She ran to the alley where she had found her ill Ryo the night before. Everything around her grew darker and darker as she went and that heartbeat from her dreams... it was sounding from all around her. Just like the dreams, the nightmares, the anxiousness it caused only encouraged it, only drove it faster and faster and faster and louder and louder and louder! Red fell from her dainty nose and her eyes so open to the world they were burning. No more! No more! Make it stop!
The alley, too still against the journey there, echoed her breaths, her body doubled over and her eyes staring at the oozing blisters on her feet, her sandals worn and dirty. Peripheral vision revealed Ryo at the other end of the darkness. But that look... those fierce, hungry eyes. He wasn't... Ryo.
Namine looked harder. His hair was straight but feathered out, opposite of Ryo's soft waves. The once pearly and delicate bones of the mouth were rigid and sharp like rusty razors and broken glass. He stood with power, his body language smooth, beautiful and yet so unreadable. And those eyes, they seemed to glow from behind those long, beautiful eyelashes of white. Similar to Marluxia's, but they kept some sort of tempting beauty that called to Naminé's insides.
His lip curled, revealing gums like a beasts. "Naminé," he whispered, his gruff voice cooing and bouncing off the walls, dancing into her ears and floating around her head. "Pretty Naminé, fragile Naminé, curious Naminé..."
She didn't notice him stepping closer to her. The world around her already seemed to be distorted, contorting in all sorts of terrifying manners, the walls melting and the sky burning.
His smile started consuming his face and his eyes bled red and glowed like the flame. "I will EAT YOU. I WILL EAT YOU." The words became frequencies that stabbed her eardrums, they stabbed and stabbed and stabbed. Her voice had broken, like a mute movie in black and white. Who was this monster, this wolf in Ryo's clothing?
Author's Note: OMGAH, I was so excited to write this part because Yami Bakura was one of the main reasons I wanted to write this. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, only a few more left. Thanks for reading!
~Lully