Who Are You? {1/3}
Title: Who Are You?
Author:himenojigoku
Chapters: 1/3
Rating: M
Genre: Supernatural,Mystery,Drama,Romance(Fluff)
Pairing: ?xPiko
Warnings: Violence, Blood, Nakedness
Summary: Piko wakes up in an alleyway naked with no memory of the night. His body feels strange and he is hearing a voice in his head.
Comments: Wee hours of the morning.
Huge pounding headache and the world was spinning. Nope, this was not good at all. Piko's eyes slowly opened surveying the area around him. Where was he? Why did he hurt all over? Why does it feel so cold? Everything was dark and it stunk of garbage.
"What the hell?" He turned his neck side to side. It was stiff as a board. A breeze past by and he shivered. That's when he noticed his back was bare and so was everything else. Oh hell no....
Piko's eyes widened in realization. "I'm naked." He whispered. Another breeze went by proving a point. It was early spring and still cool from the winter that just passed. He moved his limbs. They felt lethargic, too weak. "Why the fuck am I naked?!" He wheezed panicking. He was lying on a pile of garbage bags and cardboard boxes. With a burt of strength the singer frantically pushed himself of them and his knees hit the cold moist concrete.
"Shit." He felt his knees and hands burning. They were scraped and probably had dirt all over them. Pain brought him back to reality. The pile he was on had tumbled all around him. Piko looked around more alert this time. It was dark save for a street light at the end of what looked like a tunnel. Did that mean this was an alley?
He stood slowly, wobbling on his feet and wrapped his arms around himself. If he was naked in an alley....."Oh God was I raped?!" He shivered again. God he hoped he wasn't raped. "Why can't I remember?" He didn't know how he got there. The last thing he remembers was locking his apartment door when he was going to grab a bite to eat.
Piko glanced around again. He didn't see anyone or anything. He walked carefully to the end of the alley. The street light got brighter as he got near hurting his eyes a little. Peering out from the darkness he was in he noticed it was much cooler than he thought. With nothing to protect him a strong wind almost knocked him over. Straitening, he forced himself to take a step forward onto the street.
"How am I suppose to get to my apartment like this?" He didn't have his keys or anything for that matter. No cars or people were on the street. The scared singer didn't know where he was so he turned left. Piko clenched his teeth in an effort not to cry. Everything felt normal, but he couldn't be so sure. Why did this happen to him?
After a few minutes of walking he found a dirty blanket on the ground. "It's better than nothing." He wrapped it around himself. When he got home he was checking himself and taking a shower.
I advise you not to go home right now.
Piko spun around so fast he almost fell over. "Who said that?" He said to the air. The street lights yellow glow flickered and he saw a cat cross to the other side. It had horror movie written all over it. The voice was deep, dark, and commanding. It didn't sound human.
Listen to me. Your house is not safe at the moment.
It was like Piko can hear him right inside his head. "I'm going crazy."
You're not crazy.
"Oh, great now it's even answering me." Piko spun back around and started his walk again. He'll just go to the police and explain his situation.
I wouldn't do that.
The singer paused. "I wouldn't be having a conversation in my head either." He continued walking.
Stop.
Oh hell no! He wasn't going to stop. He was out in the middle of the dark side of tokyo defenseless. He sped up as much as he could.
I said, stop.
And just like that Piko's body froze. The artist tried to move his body, but nothing would budge. "What the....?" He was speechless and started to panic again.
Do what I say and go to the place where there is no light.
He was crazy he knew it. "Why is my body not moving?" Piko let silent tears fall down his face. All he wanted was to do was go home. Now he's got a split personality. He knew it. Something did happen to him.
You didn't get raped. The voice sounded exasperated. Please, go where there is no light and no one can see you.
Piko could come to terms with the fact that he needed help, sure, whatever, fine. He gasped. "Okay. Just let me go." After a moment he wiggled his fingers to see if he could move. Then he let loose a breath he didn't realize he was holding. That statement put some confidence back into him even though he didn't know how true it was. He looked at the street sign in front of him. "Tena?" He didn't recognize the name.
Never mind. Go to the door beside you.
The artist looked for said door. A shabby looking white door stuck out a brick building.
Go in.
Piko didn't know how or why there was a voice in his head, but right now he knew his mind wasn't rational enough to work it out. It was like the voice knew what,where,and how he was doing things too. Maybe because it was apart of him? A chill ran down his spine. There was truth in that statement. He held tight onto his blanket and walked up to the door. He used one arm to pull it. The rust on the door making an eerie sound as it slowly opened. His dark brown eyes widened. The light from outside illuminated what was half a body of a young man on the ground. Dark hair and milky pale skin, his intestines trailed behind him in a bloody red mess. Cold, dead, black eyes stared at Piko. The top part of what was left of him was covered in dirt. There was a dark figure hunched over him.
Ah, you're here.
So, the normal reaction to anyone of this situation is what Piko did. He passed out. Piko's body crumbled to the ground. It made a loud thud as his head hit the door and his limb bended underneath him in an awkward position.
The dark figure sighed deeply and he turned toward the young man on the floor. He stood up and walked over bending down to Piko and tilted his head to the side. Pale hand brushed back Piko's black locks to expose a bright red bite mark on his neck. "Here I thought you wouldn't be so squeamish." He bent his head down and sniffed the bite mark. Yup, his scent was strong and the venom he injected was working it's course. He got the animalistic urge and licked the bite mark slowly. Piko was his now.
"This is why I told you to listen. Listen to me for I am the cause of your death."
Author:himenojigoku
Chapters: 1/3
Rating: M
Genre: Supernatural,Mystery,Drama,Romance(Fluff)
Pairing: ?xPiko
Warnings: Violence, Blood, Nakedness
Summary: Piko wakes up in an alleyway naked with no memory of the night. His body feels strange and he is hearing a voice in his head.
Comments: Wee hours of the morning.
Huge pounding headache and the world was spinning. Nope, this was not good at all. Piko's eyes slowly opened surveying the area around him. Where was he? Why did he hurt all over? Why does it feel so cold? Everything was dark and it stunk of garbage.
"What the hell?" He turned his neck side to side. It was stiff as a board. A breeze past by and he shivered. That's when he noticed his back was bare and so was everything else. Oh hell no....
Piko's eyes widened in realization. "I'm naked." He whispered. Another breeze went by proving a point. It was early spring and still cool from the winter that just passed. He moved his limbs. They felt lethargic, too weak. "Why the fuck am I naked?!" He wheezed panicking. He was lying on a pile of garbage bags and cardboard boxes. With a burt of strength the singer frantically pushed himself of them and his knees hit the cold moist concrete.
"Shit." He felt his knees and hands burning. They were scraped and probably had dirt all over them. Pain brought him back to reality. The pile he was on had tumbled all around him. Piko looked around more alert this time. It was dark save for a street light at the end of what looked like a tunnel. Did that mean this was an alley?
He stood slowly, wobbling on his feet and wrapped his arms around himself. If he was naked in an alley....."Oh God was I raped?!" He shivered again. God he hoped he wasn't raped. "Why can't I remember?" He didn't know how he got there. The last thing he remembers was locking his apartment door when he was going to grab a bite to eat.
Piko glanced around again. He didn't see anyone or anything. He walked carefully to the end of the alley. The street light got brighter as he got near hurting his eyes a little. Peering out from the darkness he was in he noticed it was much cooler than he thought. With nothing to protect him a strong wind almost knocked him over. Straitening, he forced himself to take a step forward onto the street.
"How am I suppose to get to my apartment like this?" He didn't have his keys or anything for that matter. No cars or people were on the street. The scared singer didn't know where he was so he turned left. Piko clenched his teeth in an effort not to cry. Everything felt normal, but he couldn't be so sure. Why did this happen to him?
After a few minutes of walking he found a dirty blanket on the ground. "It's better than nothing." He wrapped it around himself. When he got home he was checking himself and taking a shower.
I advise you not to go home right now.
Piko spun around so fast he almost fell over. "Who said that?" He said to the air. The street lights yellow glow flickered and he saw a cat cross to the other side. It had horror movie written all over it. The voice was deep, dark, and commanding. It didn't sound human.
Listen to me. Your house is not safe at the moment.
It was like Piko can hear him right inside his head. "I'm going crazy."
You're not crazy.
"Oh, great now it's even answering me." Piko spun back around and started his walk again. He'll just go to the police and explain his situation.
I wouldn't do that.
The singer paused. "I wouldn't be having a conversation in my head either." He continued walking.
Stop.
Oh hell no! He wasn't going to stop. He was out in the middle of the dark side of tokyo defenseless. He sped up as much as he could.
I said, stop.
And just like that Piko's body froze. The artist tried to move his body, but nothing would budge. "What the....?" He was speechless and started to panic again.
Do what I say and go to the place where there is no light.
He was crazy he knew it. "Why is my body not moving?" Piko let silent tears fall down his face. All he wanted was to do was go home. Now he's got a split personality. He knew it. Something did happen to him.
You didn't get raped. The voice sounded exasperated. Please, go where there is no light and no one can see you.
Piko could come to terms with the fact that he needed help, sure, whatever, fine. He gasped. "Okay. Just let me go." After a moment he wiggled his fingers to see if he could move. Then he let loose a breath he didn't realize he was holding. That statement put some confidence back into him even though he didn't know how true it was. He looked at the street sign in front of him. "Tena?" He didn't recognize the name.
Never mind. Go to the door beside you.
The artist looked for said door. A shabby looking white door stuck out a brick building.
Go in.
Piko didn't know how or why there was a voice in his head, but right now he knew his mind wasn't rational enough to work it out. It was like the voice knew what,where,and how he was doing things too. Maybe because it was apart of him? A chill ran down his spine. There was truth in that statement. He held tight onto his blanket and walked up to the door. He used one arm to pull it. The rust on the door making an eerie sound as it slowly opened. His dark brown eyes widened. The light from outside illuminated what was half a body of a young man on the ground. Dark hair and milky pale skin, his intestines trailed behind him in a bloody red mess. Cold, dead, black eyes stared at Piko. The top part of what was left of him was covered in dirt. There was a dark figure hunched over him.
Ah, you're here.
So, the normal reaction to anyone of this situation is what Piko did. He passed out. Piko's body crumbled to the ground. It made a loud thud as his head hit the door and his limb bended underneath him in an awkward position.
The dark figure sighed deeply and he turned toward the young man on the floor. He stood up and walked over bending down to Piko and tilted his head to the side. Pale hand brushed back Piko's black locks to expose a bright red bite mark on his neck. "Here I thought you wouldn't be so squeamish." He bent his head down and sniffed the bite mark. Yup, his scent was strong and the venom he injected was working it's course. He got the animalistic urge and licked the bite mark slowly. Piko was his now.
"This is why I told you to listen. Listen to me for I am the cause of your death."