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Borderline Consciousness: Chapter 1 |
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Please read Disclaimer:
(Please comment when you're finished.
Okay, the characters so far in this story do not belong to me, they belong to themselves. This is not meant to be romantic (yet) and will contain the following: a plot, an actual story where the characters don't like each other right away, action scenes, VARIOUS PARADOXES, etc.
Given a PG-15 rating for: Gayness, cursing, male x male relationships (later), blood (later). Rating is versatile; will change near the end, though.)
Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Realm
‘Where am I?’ was the only thought that came to his mind.
He stopped; he scratched the back of his head nonchalantly, and looked around at his surroundings. Of course, this action wasn’t very difficult, seeing as everything was quite literally, blank. But, could this be considered a place? It was infinitely white and blank, it was like walking along an endless path in space; it never began nor did it end. He was alone, with no end to this blank plane, and he was frightened now; should he move further along, or should he stay where he is?
Now he attempted to speak, he hadn’t spoken since he had arrived here; and when he tried, no words came from his mouth, which puzzled him.
‘Hello? Is anyone here?’ his mouth opened to speak, but it was silent, completely and utterly noiseless. You could probably hear a pin drop in this place, wherever it was.
He pouted, and crossed his arms over his chest; awaiting something, for anything to happen, anything at all. Yet he waited only a few seconds before he grew impatient, so he decided to sit down, as, although everything was blank, there was a floor beneath his feet.
His shoulders were hunched over as he sat cross-legged on the floor, his hands placed neatly in his lap. He sighed as he pulled a stray piece of hair from his face; and he chewed anxiously on his lip ring, glancing around, his eyes darting every which way, yet there was nothing to see.
He heard footsteps, soft silent thumping coming from some direction; behind him, maybe? Or was it above? In front of him? To his left? Maybe even to his right? He couldn’t tell which direction it was, all he knew was that those were footsteps; they had to belong to someone…
‘Damnit, what’s with the acoustics in this room?’ he complained to himself, his brow furrowing as he glared everywhere.
‘Who is this, a new person, perhaps?’ An unfamiliar voice implied sardonically, and Aoi noticed that the footfalls had ceased.
He whipped around (he was still seated, mind you) to see who the owner of the voice had been. His raven locks, containing pearly white streaks, wound up covering his deep mahogany coloured eyes.
Violently peeling his hair out of his face, he finally got a clear view of the person to whom the voice belonged. And then instantly, his eyes widened and he gasped at the sight; who the hell was this guy standing in the doorway?!
There, standing in front of the doorway that seemed to have appeared of nowhere, stood a man, slightly younger than himself. His hair was the colour of gold, with some soft light brown hues that seemed to gently, and perfectly, blend together seamlessly. That was, of course, the first attribute of the other man that he noticed, and Aoi realised that the other was staring at him, his honey brown eyes curious, his soft pink-tinted lip curled into a mischievous smirk.
‘Godammit, this guy’s checking me out...!’ He stopped suddenly when he noticed the blonde’s change of expression. The other man had gone from staring at him curiously to frowning heavily, his eyes narrowed instantaneously.
Then, he smiled, and the raven-headed man raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what had caused him to change his expression so many times in the past ten seconds.
‘...Be careful what you think, Aoi-kun.’ The other stated, his face contorting back into the smirk he had carried a minute before.
‘How the hell do you know my name?!’ Aoi replied, stricken with fear, his eyes widened in shock. Was this mysterious person a stalker or something of the sort? He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his cool, which, of course, worked rather well.
The stranger snickered and bore his teeth in a sly, fox-like grin.
Both figured stood across from each other now, and they stared at one another for a few moments, in silence. Then, the strange man took a small step towards him, and Aoi, but he took this as a threat, and almost immediately, he took a stride back, his head down, with his eyes affixed to his feet.
‘Answer my question, you fool!’ Aoi thought suddenly, his face no longer staring at his shoes, but at the mysterious man in front of him. ‘And tell me why you’re here! What is this place? Why am I here?!’ The questions poured out of his mind, with no end to this stream, causing him to clutch the sides of his head in pain. It had never hurt him this much to think...
‘SHUT UP! JUST GET MY OUT OF HERE!’ He wanted to scream out loud, but he had already established the fact that he couldn’t, not here, no matter how hard he tried.
It was then that the stranger decided to answer a few of his questions...
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Today was the fourth day of his stay in the realm. He had taken to recounting that event that had occurred on the day of his arrival. Of course, he had no way of knowing for sure exactly what time it was. Time probably didn’t pass the same way as it did in the human world. Unless he was still in the human world... Well that wasn’t important, there was still no way to escape, no way to get out of this place; or so he believed.
‘What happened to that guy?’ He was still attempting to unravel this enigmatic puzzle, that encounter he had had with the blond man at the time of his arrival. But he couldn’t keep his mind off of him, he was so mysterious...
Either way, he hadn’t anything to keep himself entertained, unless he decided to get up and walk around, which would be senseless.
There was no beginning, no middle, and no end to this huge white plane. He wasn’t sure if it even had any... sides or anything to that effect. All he knew was that it actually existed and that he was there. He remembered nothing of his life before he arrived here; all he knew was his name. It wasn’t even his real name; his nickname was all that he could remember.
But how was it that he had known how much time had passed since his arrival? Apparently, he has an incredible sense of time, as if someone had installed a digital clock into his mind. Yet he had noticed it before; maybe it was something that came along with the realm?
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According to his ‘mental clock’, it was the fifth day, and finally, Aoi had the nerve to get up and walk around. It had been five days since the encounter, and five days since he had arrived in this mysterious white dungeon, as he considered it now.
He knew no hunger, nor did he feel any thirst. It was like a heavenly bliss; except without the heavenly part; it was like a never-ending white box. That’s basically what summed up the place, he assumed.
Tap tap tap. He immediately perked up at the sound; he had been bored out of his mind for... however long he had been there, in that place, the realm.
For the second time, the door appeared out of nowhere, seeming to be standing in thin air. It opened slowly, he remembered from the first day he had came to the realm. But now he had a new memory, one he didn’t recognise, he didn’t even know if it belonged to him or not... What was this supposed to be? It played through his head like a movie:
He was standing in the corridor, staring down at his feet, his face hidden by his raven locks, tears streaming down his face, mixed with grey, as his tears washed out his eyes of his black eye make-up.
Where was this vision coming from? He asked himself this question as the vision continued to play in his head.
Someone else was standing in the hallway... Another man, this one had platinum blonde hair, spiked up in a fauxhawk. But the most striking attribute of his ensemble was the pearl coloured noseband he had wrapped around his face, which completely covered his nose. He was just standing there, just a few feet away from Aoi, staring at him, his grey eyes flaming, his lips curled into a scowl, leaving his face in a stony expression. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his eyes were fixed upon the sobbing figure before him.
‘Reita... please don’t leave me again...’ he whispered between sobs, his voice barely audible, as he didn’t pick his head up at all, he just stood there crying, his hands covering his face, muffling his whining.
Reita just stood there and stared at him for a few moments then replied, his voice low and husky. ‘...Aoi, I can’t believe you left me for Uruha, and then you want me to come back to you!? You filthy whore... you’re despicable.’ He glared at him, his eyes ablaze with hatred, a feeling he didn’t even know he possessed for the other man, but he couldn’t control his anger. “Get out of my sight; I don’t want to see your face again.” He turned around swiftly, and shuffled out of the corridor, without looking back.
Aoi shivered; he had suddenly become cold, his sweat like icicles sliding down his body. His sobs ceased, and he began to breathe deeply and heavily, and wiped his cheeks with the backs of his hands. He just stood there in the dark corridor, alone, looking down, and everything faded to black.
Back in the Realm (he decided to rename it that; with a capital R), Aoi frowned, panting for some reason. Was that something that had happened in the real world, in his past? Who was the other person he saw there, the Reita guy whom he was talking to...
Was he his former lover? Aoi shuddered at the thought, a blush creeping its way up his cheeks, turning them bright red.
He was distracted from his thoughts as he heard the sound of a door opening, and he looked to see if there was someone in the doorway, but no one was there. All he could see was... blackness?
‘What the hell is that?! It’s all black!’ he thought, he had never noticed how dark is was on the other side of the door, not like he had a chance to see when he had first arrived, the guy he was talking to was standing in front of it the whole time.
He then saw a face peer in through the entryway, glancing around the room quietly. Aoi watched intently, gazing at the person’s features.
The person stepped through the doorway, and had his eyes glued to Aoi, staring. His eyes were light brown, and half-closed, they reminded Aoi of a sad puppy, for some reason. The man had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, his bands hiding his right eye from view when looked at from a certain angle. But for some reason, this man appeared to be slightly feminine; he wore eye shadow, but otherwise, he was just a normal guy, apparently.
For a moment, the two looked at each other, the stranger smirking, looking as if he wanted to laugh at him. He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at Aoi aloofly.
Aoi just looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and finally decided to ask the stranger a question; the silence was beginning to bother him severely.
‘...Who are you?’ came his inquisition, his head down, trying to conceal his face, again. He seemed to do that a lot, whenever he met someone new. Or if he felt attracted to that person. He shrugged that last thought off, his face turning as red as a lobster’s hide.
‘s**t!’ he cursed out of nowhere, which caused the other man to look at him quizzically.
‘What’s with the cursing?’ He replied, his tone bored, but his expression was that of amusement.
Now Aoi looked at him; where did that other guy go? He wanted to ask.
‘I asked you a question. Who are you? And where did that other guy go? Do you know him?’ He couldn’t keep his eyes off of him for some reason, and he felt hot, and he could tell he was still blushing at the stranger.
‘You mean you don’t recognise me?’ The stranger thought, a bemused smile playing at his lips. ‘I assume you don’t remember me; I’m Uruha, but that probably doesn’t clear anything up for you, does it. You’ve forgotten me, haven’t you?’ His voice trailed off and then faltered; all of a sudden, he seemed distant, and he gave Aoi a sad smile.
I don’t even know who the hell you are! You expect me to know you?! I’ve never even seen you in my life! Aoi wanted to tell him, but he just stood there, trying to stay as calm as he possibly could in this situation.
But Aoi was still taken aback; it seemed so preposterous, he didn’t know who this Uruha person was! Yet how did this guy recognise him? He had never seen him in his entire life!
‘You must be confused, Aoi, am I right? I can explain everything to you, if you come with me...’ Uruha’s thought trailed off. He held out his hand for Aoi to take, looking directly in his face, earnestly.
‘Well, what are you waiting for? Come with me.’ He said this impatiently, but Aoi just stood there in a dazed state, his face fixed in a defiant scowl.
‘No, you’re trying to trick me, aren’t you?! Do you think I’m some kind of simpleton? I don’t even know you! For all I know, you could be some demon who’s trying to eat my soul or something!’ Aoi growled at him, baring his teeth.
Now it was his turn to be taken aback; he was surprised by the man’s reaction to his implication.
‘So you’re not as gullible as I thought you were, eh, Aoi-kun? But I know you’ve been thinking about Shou, haven’t you?’ Uruha responded coolly, rolling his eyes and ignoring the comment made by the other man.
Aoi stared at him for a second; who in the world could Uruha be talking about? He knew no one by the name Shou.
‘For such a smart guy you seem to be awfully thick when it comes to those simple things. He told me that he came to see you when you arrived.’ Uruha smirked and began to walk back towards the doorway.
‘Wait!’ came Aoi’s thought, he practically ran towards Uruha, and grabbed onto his wrist, stopping him before he could reach the door.
‘So now you decide to follow me?’ Uruha thought, his tone rather annoyed at this moment.
‘You said his name is Shou. How do you know him? Still didn’t answer that question for me.’ Aoi turned to look at Uruha’s face. ‘Damn, he’s pretty.’ He thought, unaware that the other could hear him, his eyes glued to the eyes of the other.
‘...I heard that, you know. Didn’t Shou tell you to watch what you think?’ Although he sounded annoyed, Uruha smirked at the compliment, and he noticed that Aoi had turned his head away. He glimpsed at the pink spots that were appearing on Aoi’s cheeks, and snickered.
‘Just follow me.’ He said laconically to Aoi, who was looking down at his feet again in embarrassment. He smiled sweetly as he released his wrist from the brunette’s grasp.
He quickly rubbed his wrist, where the other man had squeezed it hard enough to cause red marks to appear.
Now he took the other man’s slightly smaller hand in his own, and entwined his fingers with those of Aoi’s. He gave him a wide grin, and squeezed his hand as he led the other through the doorway. The brunette had no choice but to submit, so he followed the blond through the doorway and into the darkness.
/End Chapter 1/
 xo_Deidara · Sat Jun 21, 2008 @ 12:44pm · 1 Comments |
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