Dream Wanderers Chapter 8
Title: Dream Wanderers
Author: sen_nen_no_yuki
Pairing: Yamada x OC
Genre: Romance
Summary: There were only two of this world that were blessed with this gift.
A/N: This story was written with a very medieval-y feeling :P
Chapter 8: Torment
I thought that my death day would soon be approaching. I knew that he took my deal because weeks after our meeting, the child who was only a year younger than I, was still living and well. To be honest I couldn’t sleep during the nights because I feared he would enter my dreams. I spent my time sleeping during the afternoons. My keeper would always stand outside of our hut ready to chase away whoever wanted me. Of course, there was no one who would want me other than Prince Ryosuke and I knew my keeper would not be able to keep him at bay.
I never went into town either. If the Queen really wanted my life, she would send all of her men after me. Stepping one foot outside my door would mean giving the opportunity for attack. My life, as much as I didn’t want it to, was lived in fear. I absolutely despised myself for becoming a coward. What happened to the me that wasn’t afraid of dying?
Days; months; years passed by before I could sleep properly at night. For the years I lived in terror, not once did he appear in my subconscious or reality. I could have visited his subconscious all that time, but I feared what he would do to me in his domain. Then one night, the one thing I feared happened.
I couldn’t relax while in my world. Instead of the calm, endless beach, I sat on the sand in a jail cell. I thought this was the only way that I could protect myself. He could never get inside, and I could never get out. The metal bars would separate us even if he chose to visit me.
“Aren’t you lonely?” I froze when I heard his voice. Why now of all times?
“I’m not. Now leave me alone,” I told him coldly before turning to face him. I wanted to turn away, but I knew that leaving my back to him was a bad idea.
“I thought we could talk here. Don’t you trust me?” there was concern in his voice.
“Not at all. Why should I?” my eyes narrowed into a sharper glare.
“I left your friend alone. Isn’t that enough of a reason to trust me?”
“No, because if you haven’t killed her, it means that you’ve agreed to take my life.”
“I thought you wanted that.” He was right. All this time I’ve been telling him that I don’t care about what happens to me.
“Would you? Would anyone?” I thought that was a good response
“No…” he said quietly. “Then why did you tell me to kill you instead of her?” That was the question I wanted to avoid.
“Because I can’t stand watching you and Queen Annabelle kill people without reason. You even said yourself that you don’t know why you’re after me.” That was a truthful response. Then I noticed something glitter on the shore. I found it strange because the beach I created never had anything that could have caused that sparkle. I got up and carefully stepped out of my cage. Walking to the water’s edge, my eyes widened. It was the bottle that I threw away so long ago. I picked it up and stared at its contents. It was my paper.
He felt his presence behind me and I turned around hugging the bottle protectively. Seeing that he had no expression of attack, I let my guard down a little. Then, I decided to test him. I pushed the bottle into his hands and watched his confused expression.
“Take it. If you want to kill me do it now. All you have to do is open that bottle and tear my paper in half. Do it.” I silently prayed to myself that he would be merciful but at the same time I was prepared for the worst. If I didn’t wake up the next morning, Keeper wouldn’t know he killed me; no one would know he killed me. He scared me with his pensive face. The bottle’s lid was opened and he gingerly took the paper out. My hands curled into fists trying to keep myself from ripping the sheet from his hands. I had to do this. I had to either end his torment by dying myself, or through trusting him. Shocked wouldn’t even explain what I felt when he placed the paper into my hands.
“No, I can’t kill you anymore. Don’t ask me why, but I just can’t…wait…are you crying?” He was right. Tears had started to pour from my eyes. I felt so relieved that the overflowing emotions got to me.
“What about the Queen’s orders?” I asked through sobs. I was still a little sceptical about his sudden decision. I had one last test for him. My paradise was suddenly completely engulfed in flames. Strangely a smirk crawled its way onto my face as I stood in the inferno. Both of us were in danger. I concentrated on making the flames burn hot. “I’ll make it easier for you. All you have to do is let my paper burn and I will be dead,” I said challengingly, holding my paper out in my hand. Its corner caught fire and was slowly being eaten away. I watched as it burned, tears now streaking down my face. I don’t know what demon possessed my body, but I still stood there, hand outstretched, the part of me turning to ash.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” I heard him shout before he knocked me to the ground. His hands clutched around mine, dousing the fire in my palms. “Why do you want to perish? I thought you of all people would have learned about the value of human life. You prevented me from killing another because you said she had someone to live for. What about you? You have people to live for too.”
“No I don’t! Who are you talking about? Father left me first and Mother followed soon after. I’m alone!” I cried. For the first time in years, my scars were scratched open. They started to bleed more and more with each memory. They started to hurt more and more with each thought.
“No you’re not alone! You have me!” His words shocked me.
“What are you talking about? Until a few minutes ago, our whole relationship was about you trying to steal my spirit. Now you say that my essence of life should be you? Don’t speak such nonsense. What do you know about me anyway Prince Ryosuke?”
He stood before me in his usual triumphant stance. “You, Doretta Patel have changed me. I used to be a child who cared for nothing other than murder. I used to love hearing people cry and beg me to spare their lives. I used to love the sight of blood or hearing the screams of the people I killed. Now, I’ve realized that there’s more to life. I’ve learned about putting your own life on the line for another. I’ve learned that mindlessly killing has lead to so much hurt. I’ve learned that all from you. I’ve decided to finally go against Mother’s orders and to become a noble King like Father. Thank you Doretta,” he said with a gentle smile on his face. I sniffled as strong arms embraced me. I caused him to change so much?
His embrace reminded me of Mother’s. It was warm and comforting. It had been so long since I felt this way. Keeper and the other children had hugged me before, but never had it felt like this. My tears started again and wetted his cape. I thought he would push me away, but instead he just petted my hair speaking kind words. It was strange that I had never seen this side of Prince Ryosuke. I liked it.
A/N- So...only two chapters left! Un... any guesses to the writing still? Commento to hiban ga daisuki desu kara...ronpyou shite kudasai? (コメントと批判が大好きですから。。。論評して下さい～) Translation: Because i like comments and critisism, please comment~
Author: sen_nen_no_yuki
Pairing: Yamada x OC
Genre: Romance
Summary: There were only two of this world that were blessed with this gift.
A/N: This story was written with a very medieval-y feeling :P
Chapter 8: Torment
I thought that my death day would soon be approaching. I knew that he took my deal because weeks after our meeting, the child who was only a year younger than I, was still living and well. To be honest I couldn’t sleep during the nights because I feared he would enter my dreams. I spent my time sleeping during the afternoons. My keeper would always stand outside of our hut ready to chase away whoever wanted me. Of course, there was no one who would want me other than Prince Ryosuke and I knew my keeper would not be able to keep him at bay.
I never went into town either. If the Queen really wanted my life, she would send all of her men after me. Stepping one foot outside my door would mean giving the opportunity for attack. My life, as much as I didn’t want it to, was lived in fear. I absolutely despised myself for becoming a coward. What happened to the me that wasn’t afraid of dying?
Days; months; years passed by before I could sleep properly at night. For the years I lived in terror, not once did he appear in my subconscious or reality. I could have visited his subconscious all that time, but I feared what he would do to me in his domain. Then one night, the one thing I feared happened.
I couldn’t relax while in my world. Instead of the calm, endless beach, I sat on the sand in a jail cell. I thought this was the only way that I could protect myself. He could never get inside, and I could never get out. The metal bars would separate us even if he chose to visit me.
“Aren’t you lonely?” I froze when I heard his voice. Why now of all times?
“I’m not. Now leave me alone,” I told him coldly before turning to face him. I wanted to turn away, but I knew that leaving my back to him was a bad idea.
“I thought we could talk here. Don’t you trust me?” there was concern in his voice.
“Not at all. Why should I?” my eyes narrowed into a sharper glare.
“I left your friend alone. Isn’t that enough of a reason to trust me?”
“No, because if you haven’t killed her, it means that you’ve agreed to take my life.”
“I thought you wanted that.” He was right. All this time I’ve been telling him that I don’t care about what happens to me.
“Would you? Would anyone?” I thought that was a good response
“No…” he said quietly. “Then why did you tell me to kill you instead of her?” That was the question I wanted to avoid.
“Because I can’t stand watching you and Queen Annabelle kill people without reason. You even said yourself that you don’t know why you’re after me.” That was a truthful response. Then I noticed something glitter on the shore. I found it strange because the beach I created never had anything that could have caused that sparkle. I got up and carefully stepped out of my cage. Walking to the water’s edge, my eyes widened. It was the bottle that I threw away so long ago. I picked it up and stared at its contents. It was my paper.
He felt his presence behind me and I turned around hugging the bottle protectively. Seeing that he had no expression of attack, I let my guard down a little. Then, I decided to test him. I pushed the bottle into his hands and watched his confused expression.
“Take it. If you want to kill me do it now. All you have to do is open that bottle and tear my paper in half. Do it.” I silently prayed to myself that he would be merciful but at the same time I was prepared for the worst. If I didn’t wake up the next morning, Keeper wouldn’t know he killed me; no one would know he killed me. He scared me with his pensive face. The bottle’s lid was opened and he gingerly took the paper out. My hands curled into fists trying to keep myself from ripping the sheet from his hands. I had to do this. I had to either end his torment by dying myself, or through trusting him. Shocked wouldn’t even explain what I felt when he placed the paper into my hands.
“No, I can’t kill you anymore. Don’t ask me why, but I just can’t…wait…are you crying?” He was right. Tears had started to pour from my eyes. I felt so relieved that the overflowing emotions got to me.
“What about the Queen’s orders?” I asked through sobs. I was still a little sceptical about his sudden decision. I had one last test for him. My paradise was suddenly completely engulfed in flames. Strangely a smirk crawled its way onto my face as I stood in the inferno. Both of us were in danger. I concentrated on making the flames burn hot. “I’ll make it easier for you. All you have to do is let my paper burn and I will be dead,” I said challengingly, holding my paper out in my hand. Its corner caught fire and was slowly being eaten away. I watched as it burned, tears now streaking down my face. I don’t know what demon possessed my body, but I still stood there, hand outstretched, the part of me turning to ash.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” I heard him shout before he knocked me to the ground. His hands clutched around mine, dousing the fire in my palms. “Why do you want to perish? I thought you of all people would have learned about the value of human life. You prevented me from killing another because you said she had someone to live for. What about you? You have people to live for too.”
“No I don’t! Who are you talking about? Father left me first and Mother followed soon after. I’m alone!” I cried. For the first time in years, my scars were scratched open. They started to bleed more and more with each memory. They started to hurt more and more with each thought.
“No you’re not alone! You have me!” His words shocked me.
“What are you talking about? Until a few minutes ago, our whole relationship was about you trying to steal my spirit. Now you say that my essence of life should be you? Don’t speak such nonsense. What do you know about me anyway Prince Ryosuke?”
He stood before me in his usual triumphant stance. “You, Doretta Patel have changed me. I used to be a child who cared for nothing other than murder. I used to love hearing people cry and beg me to spare their lives. I used to love the sight of blood or hearing the screams of the people I killed. Now, I’ve realized that there’s more to life. I’ve learned about putting your own life on the line for another. I’ve learned that mindlessly killing has lead to so much hurt. I’ve learned that all from you. I’ve decided to finally go against Mother’s orders and to become a noble King like Father. Thank you Doretta,” he said with a gentle smile on his face. I sniffled as strong arms embraced me. I caused him to change so much?
His embrace reminded me of Mother’s. It was warm and comforting. It had been so long since I felt this way. Keeper and the other children had hugged me before, but never had it felt like this. My tears started again and wetted his cape. I thought he would push me away, but instead he just petted my hair speaking kind words. It was strange that I had never seen this side of Prince Ryosuke. I liked it.
A/N- So...only two chapters left! Un... any guesses to the writing still? Commento to hiban ga daisuki desu kara...ronpyou shite kudasai? (コメントと批判が大好きですから。。。論評して下さい～) Translation: Because i like comments and critisism, please comment~