[private log] We do it in the dark
Characters: Rain
Date/Time: backdated liekwhoa to April 12
Location: Section 1, Rain's 'den'
Rating: PG-13, may go up later
Summary: Rain receives a not- memory crystal. And it fucks him up more. >>;;
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He was a little groggy and tired from going around and checking out what was up with the new places in the Sphere. Granted, he didn't have a job like the guards, but he had been a little out of it for quite sometime, what with the Hollow-hunting, body-switching and all.
And emotions. Oh goddamn, all those human emotions he had when he was still in Shiro's body. What the hell was that. They were both painful and maddening to experience for someone like him who hardly felt anything other than anger, hunger and the tiniest bits of satisfaction. Shiro was whole, and he was not- and the whole experience simply blew him away.
Needless to say, he was jaded from all this crap the tree decided to pull on him. What would it take for a guy to get a break around here?
He opened the door to his home, ignoring the mewls of his little stray, and made a beeline for his bed. But then he stopped, and snarled in his throat- again with the breaking and entering. Someone had gone into his territory and even left something in it. He picked up the little paper parcel lying on his bed, and ripped through it. He frowned at what lay inside- a small white crystal, smaller than the palm of his hand. He picked it up with his free hand to examine it further.
A boy and his older brother running around. Training in some kind of way, having a good time. They were... what was the word? Happy. Except... there was something else in that happiness. What was it?
Oh, right, inferiority. The older one was always the best, the older one was always the favorite. And the younger one was always the little boy in the shadow of his big brother- he was the one always being called "------'s little brother." Even their mother and father acknowledged the older than the younger. They even scolded him for even asking a few tips!
And for some reason the younger felt as if the older was just tolerating him for the sake of family. Whenever he asked to do something with his brother, nothing happened. Excuses, excuses.
"Sorry, ------. Some other time."
It hurt.
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Then... little brother was big, and big brother was even bigger. And big brother was full of red, full of blood. His blood. It was a horrible, horrible sight.
Scary. Very, very scary. All that blood, that crazed expression on his face, his dead eyes....
"Sorry ------, this is the last time." Big brother tapped little brother's forehead, and slid to the ground, trailing blood everywhere. All around. And- no, no, no. Why is big brother dead? What happened? He looked as if he had been in a very, very difficult battle. The surroundings proved that. A very, very big battle. And he was dead.
No, couldn't be. Should not be, at all. Big brother was too strong to die... right? Right? There was so much more he could teach little brother, so much more they had to do. So much more they had to catch up on.
So... no. That was not possible...
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Little brother was up and well again, as far as the eye could see. His shoulders shook- he was crying. For his brother, and for all the times he had been so full of... strong, negative emotions for him. And for all those lies that had come to this simple point in his life.
He was alone now. Big brother was truly gone, and there was no bringing him back.
But he could still be avenged. Yes. He could. In any way. possible- little brother would make sure of that.
"We will leave '-----' behind," little brother muttered in a low voice. "From now on, our team will remobilize under the name '-----'. As '-----', we only have one goal. We will crush ------."
Holy crap what was that. He didn't even know anymore. It was either a dream or something the tree had come up with to mess with him further. He didn't care anymore. All he knew or cared about was that there were drums in his head, and it was making him sicker than he had been for a long, long time. Emotions were painful to have, and he had just gotten more than he could handle.
He did the only thing his instincts told him to- roar and release.
Date/Time: backdated liekwhoa to April 12
Location: Section 1, Rain's 'den'
Rating: PG-13, may go up later
Summary: Rain receives a not- memory crystal. And it fucks him up more. >>;;
------
He was a little groggy and tired from going around and checking out what was up with the new places in the Sphere. Granted, he didn't have a job like the guards, but he had been a little out of it for quite sometime, what with the Hollow-hunting, body-switching and all.
And emotions. Oh goddamn, all those human emotions he had when he was still in Shiro's body. What the hell was that. They were both painful and maddening to experience for someone like him who hardly felt anything other than anger, hunger and the tiniest bits of satisfaction. Shiro was whole, and he was not- and the whole experience simply blew him away.
Needless to say, he was jaded from all this crap the tree decided to pull on him. What would it take for a guy to get a break around here?
He opened the door to his home, ignoring the mewls of his little stray, and made a beeline for his bed. But then he stopped, and snarled in his throat- again with the breaking and entering. Someone had gone into his territory and even left something in it. He picked up the little paper parcel lying on his bed, and ripped through it. He frowned at what lay inside- a small white crystal, smaller than the palm of his hand. He picked it up with his free hand to examine it further.
A boy and his older brother running around. Training in some kind of way, having a good time. They were... what was the word? Happy. Except... there was something else in that happiness. What was it?
Oh, right, inferiority. The older one was always the best, the older one was always the favorite. And the younger one was always the little boy in the shadow of his big brother- he was the one always being called "------'s little brother." Even their mother and father acknowledged the older than the younger. They even scolded him for even asking a few tips!
And for some reason the younger felt as if the older was just tolerating him for the sake of family. Whenever he asked to do something with his brother, nothing happened. Excuses, excuses.
"Sorry, ------. Some other time."
It hurt.
-----
Then... little brother was big, and big brother was even bigger. And big brother was full of red, full of blood. His blood. It was a horrible, horrible sight.
Scary. Very, very scary. All that blood, that crazed expression on his face, his dead eyes....
"Sorry ------, this is the last time." Big brother tapped little brother's forehead, and slid to the ground, trailing blood everywhere. All around. And- no, no, no. Why is big brother dead? What happened? He looked as if he had been in a very, very difficult battle. The surroundings proved that. A very, very big battle. And he was dead.
No, couldn't be. Should not be, at all. Big brother was too strong to die... right? Right? There was so much more he could teach little brother, so much more they had to do. So much more they had to catch up on.
So... no. That was not possible...
-----
Little brother was up and well again, as far as the eye could see. His shoulders shook- he was crying. For his brother, and for all the times he had been so full of... strong, negative emotions for him. And for all those lies that had come to this simple point in his life.
He was alone now. Big brother was truly gone, and there was no bringing him back.
But he could still be avenged. Yes. He could. In any way. possible- little brother would make sure of that.
"We will leave '-----' behind," little brother muttered in a low voice. "From now on, our team will remobilize under the name '-----'. As '-----', we only have one goal. We will crush ------."
Holy crap what was that. He didn't even know anymore. It was either a dream or something the tree had come up with to mess with him further. He didn't care anymore. All he knew or cared about was that there were drums in his head, and it was making him sicker than he had been for a long, long time. Emotions were painful to have, and he had just gotten more than he could handle.
He did the only thing his instincts told him to- roar and release.