Essence - Monochrome
Title: Essence - Monochrome
Chapter: 5/?
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama
Warnings: Implied smut
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Kai x Reita, Uruha x Reita
Synopsis: He feels, tastes, and smells of someone else.
Comments: Comments make me happy, like little bits of candy :3
Kai’s pov
Darkness.
Darkness.
Darkness.
Taking one step ahead of another, I inched forward. My arms are stretched out in front of me in a failed attempt to feel anything to lead me anywhere. Where am I walking to? I can’t see. I can’t touch. Needless to say, I can’t decipher where I am.
I’ve been walking for ages. I am probably stuck in a labyrinth and walking in circles and I don’t even know it.
33,756, 33,757, 33,758.
Hold on a second, there’s something red not too far ahead! That’s gotta be an exit! I’ve got to get there now so someone can tell me where I am.
The moment I started to pick up speed though, something slammed into my face and I buckled backwards. I tripped over my own legs and I tumbled onto the floor. Another crash resonated through my hearing and by the time I realized that sound was the result of my head meeting the ground (which is weird cause’ a black abyss can’t be solid right?), I am horizontal on the so-called floor, and pain waves washed over me repeatedly like a tsunami. I curled myself up into a fetal position, my fists grabbing my hair and wishing this alien pain to stop. And it finally did, after a final fatal wave crashed onto me and I blacked out.
Now as I look around my stark white surroundings, I’m confused. Now I can see, and I can feel. I can see the clock across me and I can feel the satin bed sheets beneath me.
Just a few moments ago I was in a completely opposite environment and I’m suddenly thrusted into this overtly white place. Rightfully, white is supposed to be a peaceful colour, to calm someone down. But this time, this white seems out of place. It’s uncomfortable and it’s making me jittery. I need to get out of here, I need to get out before this white consumed me whole.
Kicking the blanket off my legs, I grabbed onto the metal bars which seemed to be protecting the white bed instead of me. My pulse heightened, the cogs in my head starting reeling out of control as the gears in my body switched to panic mode. As I fastened my grip on the cold aluminum and heaved myself up, a jolt of electricity ran up my arm, shocking off my hand from the bar and I collapsed back onto the flat white surface.
My bed is guarded with electricity? No shit. As soon as I started to feel thankful that I wasn’t handcuffed to the metal bars, I saw loops of white strips wound around my left arm. Not more white…
Scrutinising the bandage, I slowly rotated my arm anti-clockwise. What met my eyes were splashes and specks of red. Red so red that it was beyond itself. Red that was so carmine and so sanguine that it shone in contrast to the white around it. Red, as opposed to the other monochrome colours I’ve been exposed to, somehow provided me comfort.
My heaving slowed and my pulse stilled to a calm. I adjusted myself on the pillow and continued to stare at the crimson on my arm, sighing with relief at the strange soothing solace it provided me with.
Dumbbells fell on my eyelids and they started to clam shut. The white was disappearing and darkness was looming in again. No! I want to look at the red! No! Don’t shut me off now please! I don’t want to be trapped in the abyss again! Something, anything, just stop the shutters from closing! Something, anything, a miracle.
A miracle jammed the shutters and stalled my eyes from shutting. That miracle came in the form of a noise.
Propping up myself carefully on the bed, I managed to make out noises coming from behind the darn livid walls. I could decipher 2 voices, one angry and the other one sounding choked and restrained. Just as the cogs in my head rebooted and started guessing who the voices belonged to, the 2 sources of where it originated from entered my white space.
Chapter: 5/?
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama
Warnings: Implied smut
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Kai x Reita, Uruha x Reita
Synopsis: He feels, tastes, and smells of someone else.
Comments: Comments make me happy, like little bits of candy :3
Kai’s pov
Darkness.
Darkness.
Darkness.
Taking one step ahead of another, I inched forward. My arms are stretched out in front of me in a failed attempt to feel anything to lead me anywhere. Where am I walking to? I can’t see. I can’t touch. Needless to say, I can’t decipher where I am.
I’ve been walking for ages. I am probably stuck in a labyrinth and walking in circles and I don’t even know it.
33,756, 33,757, 33,758.
Hold on a second, there’s something red not too far ahead! That’s gotta be an exit! I’ve got to get there now so someone can tell me where I am.
The moment I started to pick up speed though, something slammed into my face and I buckled backwards. I tripped over my own legs and I tumbled onto the floor. Another crash resonated through my hearing and by the time I realized that sound was the result of my head meeting the ground (which is weird cause’ a black abyss can’t be solid right?), I am horizontal on the so-called floor, and pain waves washed over me repeatedly like a tsunami. I curled myself up into a fetal position, my fists grabbing my hair and wishing this alien pain to stop. And it finally did, after a final fatal wave crashed onto me and I blacked out.
Now as I look around my stark white surroundings, I’m confused. Now I can see, and I can feel. I can see the clock across me and I can feel the satin bed sheets beneath me.
Just a few moments ago I was in a completely opposite environment and I’m suddenly thrusted into this overtly white place. Rightfully, white is supposed to be a peaceful colour, to calm someone down. But this time, this white seems out of place. It’s uncomfortable and it’s making me jittery. I need to get out of here, I need to get out before this white consumed me whole.
Kicking the blanket off my legs, I grabbed onto the metal bars which seemed to be protecting the white bed instead of me. My pulse heightened, the cogs in my head starting reeling out of control as the gears in my body switched to panic mode. As I fastened my grip on the cold aluminum and heaved myself up, a jolt of electricity ran up my arm, shocking off my hand from the bar and I collapsed back onto the flat white surface.
My bed is guarded with electricity? No shit. As soon as I started to feel thankful that I wasn’t handcuffed to the metal bars, I saw loops of white strips wound around my left arm. Not more white…
Scrutinising the bandage, I slowly rotated my arm anti-clockwise. What met my eyes were splashes and specks of red. Red so red that it was beyond itself. Red that was so carmine and so sanguine that it shone in contrast to the white around it. Red, as opposed to the other monochrome colours I’ve been exposed to, somehow provided me comfort.
My heaving slowed and my pulse stilled to a calm. I adjusted myself on the pillow and continued to stare at the crimson on my arm, sighing with relief at the strange soothing solace it provided me with.
Dumbbells fell on my eyelids and they started to clam shut. The white was disappearing and darkness was looming in again. No! I want to look at the red! No! Don’t shut me off now please! I don’t want to be trapped in the abyss again! Something, anything, just stop the shutters from closing! Something, anything, a miracle.
A miracle jammed the shutters and stalled my eyes from shutting. That miracle came in the form of a noise.
Propping up myself carefully on the bed, I managed to make out noises coming from behind the darn livid walls. I could decipher 2 voices, one angry and the other one sounding choked and restrained. Just as the cogs in my head rebooted and started guessing who the voices belonged to, the 2 sources of where it originated from entered my white space.