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Chapter Fifteen~ Locked Within |
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I woke suddenly, feeling as if I was falling. I felt negitive space around me, the dark abyss eating all the sound and light.
They revoked my privillages! They've canceled their deal!
Suddenly I dropped back to the ground. I felt the world spin and snap back into place. I forced away the darkness.
I was in a dark room, laying atop the coverings of a bed. I looked around.
This was Rhyns' room...
I stood stiffly, my joints groaning in protest, but I pushed them back. I was not going to stay here. I moved towards the door but stopped right beside it. I pressed my ear to the wooden surface, straining to better understand the low voices on the otherside.
The faint murmur drifted into the night, slinced by the distance. I was about to pull away when another moan came.
I heisitated before acting. This could be a potentially disasterous to further show my Celestial heritage.
Another pitched moan set my mind strait. I felt the wood, the individual particles. I split them apart for me and stepped through. The door made barely a sound as it sealed and retook its shape.
I pulled up the hood of my cloak and swept down the hall, my eyes piercing into the dark veils of night.
Movement off to the side caught my attention. My eyes flashed over, easily making out the figures.
Rhyns and that street dog from two days ago. The man had Rhyns pressed into a wall, one hand pulling on his hair and the other hand groping at Rhyns' chest and shoulders. Rhyns arched his back, his hands snaking around the rudy man's shoulders.
The stranger seemed to be hurting Rhyns but at the same time Rhyns appeared to be enjoying it. I frowned and watched them continue their frantic dance.
Within moments Rhyns had discarded his shirt and was drapping himself over the man as he wrestled free of his own. The man took Rhyns' elbow trying to lead him to away from the wall.
"C'mon, Babe." He growled, his words coming out in pants.
"Anako's in there." Rhyns stated as he pressed intot he man, nipping at his earlobe.
"I'm not in there any more. You can have it." I informed them.
Rhyns gasped and fell back against the wall, his arms coming up to cover to his chest.
"Anako!" He shouted, his voice filled with anxiety.
The street urchin seemed to swell at this. He smiled devilishly at me, drool oozing down one side of his mouth. His flabby arms pulled the shellshocked Rhyns into his girth.
"You heard him Rhyns." He snickered, his eyes locked on me the entire time.
Rhyns pushed him away and he dashed to my side. He feel to his knees, looking up at me.
"Anako! I'm sorry..." He started, his voice fading away.
I tilted my head, slightly confused. I kneeled and took his chin, forcing him to look me in the eye.
"For what?" I asked, truely not understanding.
I recognised their actions as sexual desire, however it seemed to be mere lust. Were they doing it wrong and possibly offened another?
Rhyns responded by throwing his arms around me, he continued to apologize and sob into my robes.
I looked to the street dog, who seemed to be fuming.
I must be missing a large piece of these human interactions.
"Rhyns we had a deal." The man growled, his voice heated with rage.
"Well, obviously the deal is null. I told you the peramiters and now its outside of them." Rhyns growled back, glaring stabbingly back at him.
He still made the effort to partly cover himself, but he mostly kept himself locked away on the inside rather than hide his outside.
"What deal?" I promted, looking between Rhyns and the glowerig man.
Rhyns refused to meet my eyes and held his tongue, however the street dog seemed more than happy to fill in the details.
"He promised me his body if I brought you home." He smirked, drool once again seeping from his mouth.
"I said I'd do it here, but only as long as Anako was asleep." Rhyns hissed fiercly, his hands curling into dangerous claws.
The man simmered and kept his ravenous glare on me.
"Then it would seem the deal off." I concluded, "Leave." I said the grimy man, his prensence here was begining to make me feel dirty.
"I expect compensation for this later." He muttered as he walked out, carring himself as if he'd planned this to happen all along.
When the door slammed and the thunderous echo of his footfalls drifted into the distance Rhyns broke down and sobbed.
He shivered and curled into a tight ball, his fists pressed against his eyes.
I loosened my cloak and drapped it over his shoulders. I gently stroked his shoulders as he started to ease out of the fit.
When he stopped he hick-upped and sat up, pulling my cloak tighter around him.
"I'm sorry." He repeated. "I didn't really want to tell you..." he whispered, his head falling against my chest.
I stroked his hair, soothing away his sobs.
"I don't have idea what you are talking about." I admitded softly in his ear.
For whatever reason he seemed to find that hysterically funny. He laughed so hard he was holding his sides and wheezing.
"You... are too... corny and sweet." He managed between gasps.
"... I am related to corn?" Asked, trying to summon up what he could ever mean.
I had yellow trim on my robes, I have silken hair, I have an outer husk...
Now he stopped laughing and looked dumbly at me.
"You mean you really don't know what was going on?" He asked lowly, almost not believing the words he spoke.
"No, I could tell from my observations that you two were involved in sexual relations." I stated, "I however cannot figure out what you are sorry for or what you have neglected to tell me."
now it was he who was not understanding.
"What? You caught me and you don't care!? You can't figure out what I didn't tell you after what you seen!?" He ranted, flailing his arms as he spoke.
He continued to yell, barely using even the simplest of fragmented senteces. Finall I stood.
"You have a lot to work out." I informed him and left. Retracing my quick steps back to the cathedral I had spent my first week at.
It was silent here, but the good kind of silence. There was noise, but so little it was almost nonexistent. I reclined back against the rutted stone colomn and drifted to sleep, giving into the darkness tugging at the edges of my vision.
 Ray the Good Soldier · Thu Sep 20, 2007 @ 03:24am · 0 Comments |
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