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Nicky-chan (poeticdesire) wrote,
@ 2003-02-27 23:07:00
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    Raphael(JRock) story
    My first JRock fic. It's about Yuki and Kazuki from Raphael. It's rather angsty. Yuki has night terrors that blur into reality.
    It's written in an odd style, I know. You probably aren't used to it. I'm not either, lol. It was used to show the erraticity(is that even a word? LoL) of the dreams and etc.

    White.
    Terror.
    Purity.
    Fear.
    Dreams. Reality. The line blurred. The two different worlds holding hands. Becoming one. Unable to distinguish. To tell. To see.
    White.
    No longer pure.
    White brings terror.
    Fear.
    Pain. Screaming. Bring him back...just bring him back.
    Only he's not gone. But can the one see that?
    The world of dreams. The world of reality. What happened to the middle ground? Gone. In a flash. No longer neutral. But a blur. Becoming one. Becoming...
    White.
    Where's the purity? Gone. Taken. Ripped.
    Raped.
    Nightmares. Terrors. Fear. Dreams. Or reality? Waking. Seeing. But not seeing. A still form. Sleeping?
    Dead.
    But is it? Breathing. Unseen. The blur hides all. Dreams.
    Reality. Death. Not sleep. Death.
    Seeing is believing.
    Even when the eyes deceive. Can the seer tell?
    Never.
    Death.
    All that's seen to the terror-ridden mind.
    White.
    Purity?
    No longer. White is evil. Corrupt. It blurs the line of dream and reality.
    Makes them one.
    Groping. Needing release. The one, alone. Lover. Dead. Seeks release.
    To join him.
    Water. Is it?
    Release.
    Injected.
    Brings death.
    Death.
    White.
    Lover.
    He wakes. Calls for the one.
    Downstairs.
    Kitchen.
    Death.
    He can't believe. But he knows it's real.
    The one dead on the floor. Empty viles held.
    Liquid death.
    Water.
    The one can't believe. Death. The one. Dead.
    He wants to join. To go.
    But...
    Children.
    Sato.
    Ayane.
    What's wrong with mum?
    White.
    Death.
    Dream?
    The end of a dream.
    The end of a reality.
    The end.
    Comments welcome. ^.^


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