Alpha: Don't ask me where, when, or how this story even came into being. (A certain amazing author with some AMAZING Hope/Light fanfictions could be to blame *Looking at you H-thar!*) I don't even know. But the idea nagged me, so here's a 'what if two shot', staring our favorite god we all love to hate, Bhunivelze. Yes this is a NEW drabble.

Disclaimer: Same as the fricking fracking first!

Many Worlds, One Shot Collection

Foreign Concepts (Bhunivelze, Hope/Light)

There was truth in the human saying: Karma is a Bitch!

Because somewhere, somehow he found himself going through what could only amount to karmic debt. Spurred by his unyielding desire to take revenge and his unquenchable thirst to understand the complexity of human thinking as he forever slept encased in crystal; it was bound to lead to something he nor they were ready for.

But even as he felt what he could only describe as his own soul if you will; being transformed and molded until it was nothing but a weak spark of blue-white light floating aimlessly in a void with no end. The defeated god's logical mind denoted that maybe this was Etro's doing.

And a part of him thinks that he should feel something akin to anger. He wanted to point blame on something other than himself for what lays in wait for him once he found what he sought– or is it safe to say, what he is compel to seek. Another part of him; the grander part that only knows how to see things from a linear perspective knew he brought this on himself.

This was as much as karmic debt as it was a gateway to finally getting to understand the things he wanted to understand about humans for so long…and of course his soul took him to where he was to do all this learning. He knew before he even saw the two sparks of blue fire, twinkling and enticing him like stars in this void to come hither. They were too familiar to the god, it wasn't hard for him not to know to whom these souls belonged to.

They were warm and shined brilliant, spreading light within the void and they were comfortable…it was the only way to describe his automatic desire to find them within the void; to take on whatever lessons through them he is prepared to take and perhaps fulfill his karmic quota—

The first thing his mind took note of when he came to was he was somewhere surrounded by darkness. Darkness, he was accustomed to this really so the surprise of plunging into one void of nothing into another wasn't something that made him feel any different. There was something very different about this darkness however, he couldn't pinpoint what was so different about it other than it wasn't the feeling of being trapped in crystal.

He cannot recall the feeling of being engulfed in some type of fluid. Fluid and darkness was his world now and silence. Bhunivelze takes it in stride because really, he doesn't know if there's any way to feel about this new predicament. He's very sure he's going through some spectacular process to coming close to attaining what he desires.

Revenge and mastering the human heart.

Time in this place had no meaning for him just like it didn't mean much to him in the other void. But a part of him is sure, there is a measure of time flowing for after a while his sea of silent darkness begins to hear faint noises.

A noise that thumps in rhythm, non-stop. He hears it right above him and he doesn't know how but that incessant ba-thump, ba-thump is– its calming? Reassuring? Relaxing? He really can't say. He just knows it has become a new part of his dark world and that he doesn't want to stop hearing it. Whatever it was.

One time, he figures out that he can in fact stretch and move around in this sea of darkness. There isn't much space but it seems he is able to allow wherever this place is to move when he moves. He's aware that he has limbs; two arms, two hands, two legs, two feet. Sometimes when he stretches in this place, he would feel something from outside, pressing subtlety inward. Like it was trying to feel for him. He'll become fascinated with the presses, they would move all around him in a circular motion, always starting from the bottom than move to the top; well what he guesses is the top and bottom.

There are more noises, they are muffled by the barrier and fluid of the place he's in. Sometimes they are high pitched, other times they are low. But he can begin to distinctly make out two sounds out of the rest that pierces a feeling of déjàvu. He wants to feel– something! But he's just resigned to listening to the familiar noises because it's all he has in this place. Those voices he believes, break up the monotonous pace of his dark world.

Their voices and that never ending ba-thump, ba-thump. And those gentle inward presses that he speculates is the outside world's way of seeing if he's really there– or is it more like always checking to make sure he's still there? He's not sure.

These things he discovers have become part of his world. And sometimes, he thinks he's dreaming in color. Behind his eyelids, he sees faces that are familiar maybe? The being is starting to forget about things he is sure he is supposed to remember. Wasn't there a purpose to this– what was it he sought to do? Wasn't his purpose to remember that flash of rose pink hair? Or how about those green eyes filled with a high intelligence that suited his needs— what are his needs?

What– what is his name? Does he have one? Did he have one? He's sure he had one, he's sure he had some other life? He can't remember anything! Was this result of spending so much time in this place? How long was he in this place? Of listening to the sounds of that beating drum that rests above his head? Of being lulled to dream by the sounds of two gentle voices and that annoying but welcome feeling of something pressing towards him as if doing so would make it able to feel him?

His mind wants to panic, his mind thinks he's panicking, but he's so unsure of anything!

He doesn't dwell anymore of why he's losing his memories, something inside him thinks this is how it's meant to be. He instead commits himself to guessing about all the things he hears and feels as he moves in this sea and then—

There is a pain, a pain of feeling constricted, of feeling trapped. The sea of darkness he's known all this time has burst and– the barriers that surrounded him are suddenly squeezing him, like it's trying to push him out— He has not a clue where he's being pushed too? But the trauma and the pain of feeling like he's slowly losing his ability to— breath? It becomes that final catalyst that wipes permanently everything he once knew of a previous life.

He– he wants to be freed of this suffocation! He wants to breathe, he wants to go back to hearing that ba-thump, those voices, that calmness! He doesn't like any of this, he wants– he wants to—

He's aware he's crying.

He's aware that he's no longer in a darkness surrounded by fluid. There's a blinding light and it leads to sparks of colors.

He's aware that he can see.

He's aware of two faces that he's dreamt of seeing; there's a niggling feeling he knew them once upon a time. But he's just aware he's happy? Elated? To see them.

See them smiling at him– at him! Her blue eyes are wide with tears, her pink hair matted with sweat but she has the biggest smile on her beautiful face. And the other one, his handsome face mirrors hers. His green eyes are just as filled with tears; his smile big, white hair damp as well but it seems to be from another type of exertion.

It's silent except for their sniffles and they haven't taken their eyes off of him. He too hasn't taken his eyes from them, just as marveled of seeing them as they are of him. He feels for the first time, the man with the green eyes raise his big hands to touch his forehead and the feeling promises something akin to protectiveness? Care? Love perhaps? He still isn't sure what to make of this new colorful world; but he's already seemed to form an unbreakable bond with the man with the green eyes and white hair. And a part of him he cannot explain hopes he's adopted his looks.

And he's aware of being shifted around but a sound he knows all too well is set beside his ear.

That beating drum, the first sound that came into his world, he's aware he has stopped crying because all his curious mind wants to do is understand where this mysterious sound is coming from.

There's a realization, that beating drum is something he would come to learn is the heart and it's not just any heart but her heart. The woman with the rose pink locks and aqua blue eyes. It was she who's heart he's come to know before everything else.

And something about all of this should feel wrong; he should be feeling angry, betrayed because he's sure he came back here to be this woman's enemy. But nothing like revenge or any other depreciating emotions come forth.

There's only a feeling of comfort and warmth, things he's sure he's never felt before but cannot be bothered to try and remember anymore. He knows he's been defeated once again and he doesn't know how.

He's just aware all of it doesn't matter anymore.

And more importantly he doesn't care.

Alpha: there's a 2nd part to this…maybe…eventually…