[Ficlet] They are creatures of nightmares
Summary: Kunzite's illness is worse, spreading much further than it should; lemures attack.
Warnings: minor blood from illness.
Kunzite's body is wracked with another spasm of coughing as he lays in bed. He is alone in his chambers at the time and he rolls onto his side, the easier to breathe. His fist comes away from his mouth flecked with black, and he grimaces. He forces himself to sit up, fingers curling and digging deep into the mattress to support him more firmly.
He raises his head, but when he coughs again, the blood spills out to create a dark stain on the floor. The stain begins to spread. He is sure it shouldn't be that large. Before he has time to react, it's covered the entire floor of the room and begun to leak out into the corridor. He uses far more strength than it should need to get to his feet, slowly, fighting a wave of dizziness.
When he reaches the hall, clutching the doorpost to hold himself upright, Kunzite sees the black has already spread into the bedchambers near his, behind each of the doors marked for his comrades. He feels a chill he tells himself is irrational. He pushes one of the doors open, and Mercury barely has time to look in Kunzite's direction and try to reach for him before she melts away before his eyes into a pool of the oozing semi-liquid and the last he sees of her is her horrified expression.
It can't be. Kunzite all but runs to the other doors, forgetting his head as it swims, and behind each one is the same sight. It repeats with Zoisite, Nephrite, and Jadeite each in turn. He gives an angry cry of loss, but the black stuff is still moving, moving. He makes it to the window, and looks out to see the darkness creep across the courtyard, liquefying everything it touches. He is helpless to stop it as it spreads beyond the distance he can see even from this high up.
Suddenly, what's left behind in the courtyard gathers itself together, rises in a swirling pillar, and crashes towards the palace. Their target realizes what they've become just in time: lemures. Kunzite pulls himself away from the window, but it streams - they stream - through, in alarming numbers. The wave is about to wash over him, devour him in his own bile, when he wakes up.
A dream. Kunzite sits up quickly. The movement pulls at his side and makes him cough. He closes his eyes. When he opens them again, he brushes the covers impatiently aside and goes out to the hallway. It's clean; it could even be called perfect. He brushes a white-gloved finger experimentally across the wall and comes away with nothing. He starts to go towards the shitennou's rooms, but checks himself with the thought that a dream hardly merits disturbing their sleep, and turns away. Kunzite stalks back into his chambers and coughs again into the darkness. He has to hurry.
Warnings: minor blood from illness.
Kunzite's body is wracked with another spasm of coughing as he lays in bed. He is alone in his chambers at the time and he rolls onto his side, the easier to breathe. His fist comes away from his mouth flecked with black, and he grimaces. He forces himself to sit up, fingers curling and digging deep into the mattress to support him more firmly.
He raises his head, but when he coughs again, the blood spills out to create a dark stain on the floor. The stain begins to spread. He is sure it shouldn't be that large. Before he has time to react, it's covered the entire floor of the room and begun to leak out into the corridor. He uses far more strength than it should need to get to his feet, slowly, fighting a wave of dizziness.
When he reaches the hall, clutching the doorpost to hold himself upright, Kunzite sees the black has already spread into the bedchambers near his, behind each of the doors marked for his comrades. He feels a chill he tells himself is irrational. He pushes one of the doors open, and Mercury barely has time to look in Kunzite's direction and try to reach for him before she melts away before his eyes into a pool of the oozing semi-liquid and the last he sees of her is her horrified expression.
It can't be. Kunzite all but runs to the other doors, forgetting his head as it swims, and behind each one is the same sight. It repeats with Zoisite, Nephrite, and Jadeite each in turn. He gives an angry cry of loss, but the black stuff is still moving, moving. He makes it to the window, and looks out to see the darkness creep across the courtyard, liquefying everything it touches. He is helpless to stop it as it spreads beyond the distance he can see even from this high up.
Suddenly, what's left behind in the courtyard gathers itself together, rises in a swirling pillar, and crashes towards the palace. Their target realizes what they've become just in time: lemures. Kunzite pulls himself away from the window, but it streams - they stream - through, in alarming numbers. The wave is about to wash over him, devour him in his own bile, when he wakes up.
A dream. Kunzite sits up quickly. The movement pulls at his side and makes him cough. He closes his eyes. When he opens them again, he brushes the covers impatiently aside and goes out to the hallway. It's clean; it could even be called perfect. He brushes a white-gloved finger experimentally across the wall and comes away with nothing. He starts to go towards the shitennou's rooms, but checks himself with the thought that a dream hardly merits disturbing their sleep, and turns away. Kunzite stalks back into his chambers and coughs again into the darkness. He has to hurry.