Inside this... place..
Who: Raito/Anyone.
Where: Stairs.
When: Beginning.
What: Trying not to be lost.
Rating: None yet.
It was a cold night, he thought to himself, pulling himself out of his slumbering state. A bit too cold for the weather at the current time he had fallen asleep, though now, he was shivering, and that was what woke him from his sleep.
He shot back into what he thought was reality; only to see darkness. For a moment, before his eyes could manage to focus, he assumed that maybe, his mother had just turned the temperature down too far on accident, in her tired state, or maybe even that he had left his window open, and just.. forgotten about it.
Eyes focusing, and his senses regaining their attention, the male soon realized.. He wasn't at home.
He wasn't even in his bed.
He stood, wobbling forward, and down a step. A step? Glancing down, he realized he wasn't even in his own hallway. But, then.. Where could he have been?
"Ryuuku..?" Had that damn Shinigami taken him somewhere, or was this just some horrible dream?
Taking in the blank, and desolate surroundings, he took in a deep breath. There, beside him, was the Note. Shaking his head, and trying to forget the fact that this could be anything other than a simple dream, he lifted the note, and stuffed it into his jacket.
And now, he noticed, he had a jacket on.
No one sleeps with a jacket on..
Glancing up, and seeing almost nothing but stairs, and black, he decided he should go down. Going down would get him closer to where ever he should be going, anyway. Wouldn't it..?
Pressing onward, he soon found himself at the bottom of the stairs. And in the distance, he could faintly make out the view of gates. Inhaling softly, he stepped off the last step, and at that moment, almost felt his chest sinking inward. It caught him off guard, and he felt like he couldn't breathe, momentarily.. Coughing slightly, he made a face of disgust, and hurried onward. He wasn't normally unsettled.. so easily.
What a freaky dream this was becoming..
Where: Stairs.
When: Beginning.
What: Trying not to be lost.
Rating: None yet.
It was a cold night, he thought to himself, pulling himself out of his slumbering state. A bit too cold for the weather at the current time he had fallen asleep, though now, he was shivering, and that was what woke him from his sleep.
He shot back into what he thought was reality; only to see darkness. For a moment, before his eyes could manage to focus, he assumed that maybe, his mother had just turned the temperature down too far on accident, in her tired state, or maybe even that he had left his window open, and just.. forgotten about it.
Eyes focusing, and his senses regaining their attention, the male soon realized.. He wasn't at home.
He wasn't even in his bed.
He stood, wobbling forward, and down a step. A step? Glancing down, he realized he wasn't even in his own hallway. But, then.. Where could he have been?
"Ryuuku..?" Had that damn Shinigami taken him somewhere, or was this just some horrible dream?
Taking in the blank, and desolate surroundings, he took in a deep breath. There, beside him, was the Note. Shaking his head, and trying to forget the fact that this could be anything other than a simple dream, he lifted the note, and stuffed it into his jacket.
And now, he noticed, he had a jacket on.
No one sleeps with a jacket on..
Glancing up, and seeing almost nothing but stairs, and black, he decided he should go down. Going down would get him closer to where ever he should be going, anyway. Wouldn't it..?
Pressing onward, he soon found himself at the bottom of the stairs. And in the distance, he could faintly make out the view of gates. Inhaling softly, he stepped off the last step, and at that moment, almost felt his chest sinking inward. It caught him off guard, and he felt like he couldn't breathe, momentarily.. Coughing slightly, he made a face of disgust, and hurried onward. He wasn't normally unsettled.. so easily.
What a freaky dream this was becoming..