Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry I just want to tell you something. I know I've said many times that I wouldn't leave a story unfinished. But my story on FictionPress is a failing story. I can't write something that no one will enjoy. So I've let go of my FictionPress story. And the story on this site, the one I'm helping Proud2BeMexican on, is still going. But I haven't heard from her from my last PM and maybe she's busy or something or FanFiction didn't send my message to her or something. I'll just wait for her say so to tell me when she wants the document.
Thanks for being so awesome!
-So The Rest Of The World Won't Know-
He won't turn away with his inscrutable expression.
I see him in my dreams too much. I don't want you there.
But
I have to save you
in order to save
myself.
"Are you? Are you going to save me?"
He's sore. And surprised. He's never trained so hard. Pushed to his limits so quick. But Blain was surprised too and he told him how impressed he was. But Blain didn't give Seytu a smile, and Seytu wondered why. Was it bad? Was it bad that he was talented? It seemed as though Blain himself had a hard time sparring with Seytu anyways. Blain gave tips of endurance and even worked on his strength. But now Seytu rests. And he leaves his window open, like every night. Because he likes the breeze and the company it gives him. The wind seemed to like him too.
"You remind me of the moon. Not a star."
Who was it that said that to him? He doesn't remember. But it makes him smile anyways.
He feels as though he's melting into his short bed and ready to take slumber. But he's suddenly fully awake when he realizes he's staring at a red silk bag on his short nightstand. He doesn't make a sudden move at first, for his paws are resting comfortably behind his head and he doesn't want to be awake. He just is.
But he manages to push himself up in his bed and lean over to grab the bag.
Silly old lady, he thinks. It feels soft on his paws and he's hesitant to open it. He pulls on the gold string as the bag falls open, revealing the very beautiful three-pointed dagger he received a few years ago. He runs a finger down the body of the blade. The writing shines and he turns it over. And stares at the rubies embedded in it. And he gets lost in the diamond that is held at the end of the handle. He marvels at the red liquid that courses through the cracks of the diamond, as if it was pulsing like a beating heart.
He holds it up, up in front of the moon. And the light illuminates the room gently, and shines through the diamond casting red lines of dancing shadows on his face. It's mesmerizing and he finds it difficult to look away.
But,
Something strange happens when he is lost in the streaks of red.
And whispers enter his ears
As easily as they
Exit.
You can stop pretending now
And he listens to them
But does not
Acknowledge them.
You're not your own person
And he's so lost
in the beautiful dancers
He doesn't notice
the
wind pick up.
Because it's yours, you own it
And he can
feel the vibration in his
chest.
Beat beat beat beat beat
And
he begins to grip the
handle of the dagger
And
Carve a face
into a slightly broken board
of his nightstand.
After he's done, he stabs it
and
breaks the very board
over his knee.
All while staring at the
dancing
red
streaks.
That's your target
If you want her
Go get her
BullBullBullBullHeart
And he snatches the dagger away from his eyes. He's breathing heavily and he's shivering and
tears are running down his face.
His head is spinning when he falls. And he barely remembers a thing. He looks at the broken pieces of wood in his paws and shakes them off, blinks hard and grabs his head.
But he doesn't want to remember any of it.
So he shoves the dagger back into its home in the silk bag and forces himself to sleep.
-With Tigress-
For some reason she just couldn't sleep. So she drug out her Jade mat and began to meditate.
But she found herself, not meditating, but just sitting and thinking. She feels an uncomfortable feeling run through her stomach and she curls into a ball. She feels something bad is about to happen, or something bad is just starting.
As soon as she begins to grab the handle to the window and open it for fresh air, it slams open itself, almost knocking her out of the way. She looks out and sees the wind run through the grass. Its heavy and forceful and sends the leaves through the air twirling in a huge circle. She thinks that if she jumped the wind would carry her away.
So she tries to reach for the window doors and force them shut.
But the wind is too strong.
It's too hard for her to think or to hear and it begins to feel nauseating. And just before her legs give out from the force,
it stops.
Making the window doors slam shut. And it all happened so fast, she barely believed it even happened. She slumps to her knees and takes a deep breath. Weather here sure is strange.
It was only a few minutes before she heard creaking of the floorboards outside of her door. She sees it open slowly through the half slits of her eyes. There stood the tall black panther with sparkling blue eyes. He looked worn out. But he seemed to not have noticed the strange wind from outside. But he seemed to have been thinking a lot. Because he wouldn't stop staring at the fiery eyed tiger who had her knees to her chest and her paws over her ears.
And he sees someone who has succeeded at making people see her as nothing but a careless hardcore kung fu warrior. But him. To him, she's like a precious ruby. He sees her waiting for something and maybe he's waiting for the same thing too but they won't know what that is because they're too oblivious. But he still sees that fighter in her. And it's strong. And maybe she is okay with letting her layers show in front of him. Because she does not remove her paws from her ears. So her only crouches down in from of her on one of his knees and through his half open eyes, stares into hers melting and accepting. He lifts one of his own paws and gently brushes his fingertips across her cheek. Brushes the stripes and brushes the orange. And her paws seem to slowly fall and onto her stomach. He gives her one last look before he slowly stands up turn around and leave her room.
I didn't know what what to tell him,
to bring
him
back.
So I told him the truth.
"To be around you is to love you."
Look. Can't you see his peace dawning?
Okay guys sorry this chapter was slightly shorter than the others and sorry the chapter title is slightly too long, lol. But I felt like I was moving kind of slow in this story and I had to speed things up. So this chapter is a fitting turning point. Two chapters in two days in a row, what!? Yeah, I do it for my readers ;D