11 // Dream
Aug. 3rd, 2010 01:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sole_choiceDream Effects (optional): Strong fear, sickness, disgust, dizziness, helplessness and guilt
Notes: This isn't how things happen, but this is a nightmare after all... character deaths implied, but nothing too graphic, I don't think.
*****
A tight grip on his shoulders squeezing jolted Shouichi from the darkness and the smell of blood hit his nostrils hard. Groans of pain and labored breath assaulted his ears as they echoed around the vast space.
His stomach churned with a fresh wave of nausea. He didn't want to see even if he knew what was happening. His brain was still fully able to process the information of his senses without sight adding to the picture. And yet, unbidden, his eyes flew open behind his cracked glasses to a horrifying sight when he heard a strangled cry of pain.
A teenager, no older than fourteen, with a head of spikey, messy brown hair was struggling, orange flames flickering from his forehead and hands as he grasped and clawed futilely at the grip on his neck. He was so small and so young that his feet weren't even able to reach the once sterile white floors of the laboratory as he was lifted into the air.
Tsunayoshi-kun....!
Shouichi almost pulled away, but that grip on his shoulders reminded him of his position there and fear rooted him to the spot. His white Millefiore uniform was streaked with blood in places and burned in others. He ached and felt battered. But alive. He should have been on the floor broken like the other bodies strewn about.
His eyes darted, wide and panicked to the prone figures.
A young girl with short back-spiked blue hair was motionless in the corner, body oddly concave where she lay slumped over.
A youth with short black spiked hair, laid not far from her, fingers no longer reaching for the sword that was mere centimeters from him.
The pained hiss of breath and a faint rise and fall of the chest were the only signs of life from the boy gripping tonfas so tightly even in his state that his knuckles were stark white.
A shock of white hair on another young man caught Shouichi's eyes next. He was crumpled over, sinewy limbs twisted at unnatural angles.
"T-Te.....Tenth!"
That voice was so small and desperate, a plea for mercy, that Shouichi averted his eyes from the source, unable to bring himself to see the overly-proud right hand man of the tenth Vongola boss broken so...
And his eyes fell instead on the small, too small, body not far from his own feet. A child in a cow costume and wild hair that laid still as death as blood continued to pool under him. Shouichi choked and doubled over, feeling like vomiting, but nothing would come with each violent wrench of his insides. Lambo...
"You may have a delicate constitution, but please watch as Byakuran-sama takes the last Vongola Ring," his "comrade" commanded quietly in a voice he'd only heard in a dream and it sent an icy chill down his spine. "Soon the dream of the Millefiore shall be achieved and the tre ni sette his to command. A new world will be born as this one is extinguished."
Shouichi felt his knees buckling as wide green eyes fell back to the center of the chaos. On the young man whose eyes were growing hazy as he glanced to him sidelong. Looking to Shouichi for help as Byakuran stood with a triumphant grin curling his lips. Blood slicked his pale hands as fingers dug into the throat of the boy in his grip.
"Our world is going to be born starting right here in the beautiful base you built me~ With Shou-chan and Kikyo-chan right by my side." That cheery voice, so elated with victory was the last thing he heard before white wings of sparks and flames spread wide from the man's back and there was a sickening crunch.
It was impossible to breath, his chest was so tight as the boy's body was dropped to the floor as if in slow motion after Byakuran slid off the ring from his limp finger.
No... No no no... this wasn't supposed to happen! He let this happen!
The world spun and fell out from under him as he heard a hoarse scream follow him into the black.
*****
*That scream was Shouichi himself as he ripped awake from the nightmare. He stumbled out of bed, forgoing even his glasses, and rushed down the hall to the bathroom to start vomiting violently, unaware of the Dreamberry's light from his nightstand before the feed finished recording and shut off....*
Notes: This isn't how things happen, but this is a nightmare after all... character deaths implied, but nothing too graphic, I don't think.
*****
A tight grip on his shoulders squeezing jolted Shouichi from the darkness and the smell of blood hit his nostrils hard. Groans of pain and labored breath assaulted his ears as they echoed around the vast space.
His stomach churned with a fresh wave of nausea. He didn't want to see even if he knew what was happening. His brain was still fully able to process the information of his senses without sight adding to the picture. And yet, unbidden, his eyes flew open behind his cracked glasses to a horrifying sight when he heard a strangled cry of pain.
A teenager, no older than fourteen, with a head of spikey, messy brown hair was struggling, orange flames flickering from his forehead and hands as he grasped and clawed futilely at the grip on his neck. He was so small and so young that his feet weren't even able to reach the once sterile white floors of the laboratory as he was lifted into the air.
Tsunayoshi-kun....!
Shouichi almost pulled away, but that grip on his shoulders reminded him of his position there and fear rooted him to the spot. His white Millefiore uniform was streaked with blood in places and burned in others. He ached and felt battered. But alive. He should have been on the floor broken like the other bodies strewn about.
His eyes darted, wide and panicked to the prone figures.
A young girl with short back-spiked blue hair was motionless in the corner, body oddly concave where she lay slumped over.
A youth with short black spiked hair, laid not far from her, fingers no longer reaching for the sword that was mere centimeters from him.
The pained hiss of breath and a faint rise and fall of the chest were the only signs of life from the boy gripping tonfas so tightly even in his state that his knuckles were stark white.
A shock of white hair on another young man caught Shouichi's eyes next. He was crumpled over, sinewy limbs twisted at unnatural angles.
"T-Te.....Tenth!"
That voice was so small and desperate, a plea for mercy, that Shouichi averted his eyes from the source, unable to bring himself to see the overly-proud right hand man of the tenth Vongola boss broken so...
And his eyes fell instead on the small, too small, body not far from his own feet. A child in a cow costume and wild hair that laid still as death as blood continued to pool under him. Shouichi choked and doubled over, feeling like vomiting, but nothing would come with each violent wrench of his insides. Lambo...
"You may have a delicate constitution, but please watch as Byakuran-sama takes the last Vongola Ring," his "comrade" commanded quietly in a voice he'd only heard in a dream and it sent an icy chill down his spine. "Soon the dream of the Millefiore shall be achieved and the tre ni sette his to command. A new world will be born as this one is extinguished."
Shouichi felt his knees buckling as wide green eyes fell back to the center of the chaos. On the young man whose eyes were growing hazy as he glanced to him sidelong. Looking to Shouichi for help as Byakuran stood with a triumphant grin curling his lips. Blood slicked his pale hands as fingers dug into the throat of the boy in his grip.
"Our world is going to be born starting right here in the beautiful base you built me~ With Shou-chan and Kikyo-chan right by my side." That cheery voice, so elated with victory was the last thing he heard before white wings of sparks and flames spread wide from the man's back and there was a sickening crunch.
It was impossible to breath, his chest was so tight as the boy's body was dropped to the floor as if in slow motion after Byakuran slid off the ring from his limp finger.
No... No no no... this wasn't supposed to happen! He let this happen!
The world spun and fell out from under him as he heard a hoarse scream follow him into the black.
*****
*That scream was Shouichi himself as he ripped awake from the nightmare. He stumbled out of bed, forgoing even his glasses, and rushed down the hall to the bathroom to start vomiting violently, unaware of the Dreamberry's light from his nightstand before the feed finished recording and shut off....*
