PART 1
Chapter 1
Well thanks for the waiting, its been hard writing this chapter. This is the same as the last chapter but edited and with things added. So thanks for all the support. Rights to owner of this funny and beautiful picture.
“The time has finally approached.”
Chishiro slouched in his chair with his fist on his forehead. It spoke, but not within his mind.
“Time for what?” Chishiro said, raising a brow. His body still tingled from those moments of being with Oreana. He didn’t like that feeling, that sense of losing power and giving it to some else.
The throne room was empty, only him, his red metallic throne and the voice. He looked towards the single candle where the voice sounded it was projected from.
“For my revival.” The voice had a tone of solace but to only those that didn’t know the owner of the voice.
Chishiro had always heard this voice since he was young, always wondered why it chose him. Chishiro never was the strongest or smartest. He had zero talent. Why him? But it was there and it was a guide.
“What must I do?” Chishiro stood up and neared the candle. A silhouette slowly emerged from the shadows but nothing was distinguishable. Several weeks had passed since the voice decided to speak. It was comforting for it to be gone, for his mind not to question his own purpose, to not question who was in control. But the voice couldn’t allow that.
“You must cause your brother more pain, to the point that it can be released.”
“How?” Chishiro furrowed his brow.
“I think you know.”
Oreana popped into his mind. He thought she was submerged under the waters of thought, but she arose. Oreana was the only reason Itazuki had come back. Chishiro remained silent.
“You’re not growing attached are you?”
“Never!”
“I don’t believe you…Your heart is beating irregular.”
Chishiro scoffed at the voice using his own technique to read him. “You’re mistaken.”
The shadows on the left side of the candle became more solidified but still not a tangible or recognizable shape. “Chishiro for your sake, I hope so. Otherwise after all that I taught you would be wasted. And…”
The words dropped silently, leaving Chishiro curious. But he kept quiet. Chishiro didn’t want the voice to think he had him in his invisible clutches.
It continued, “I wouldn’t tell you how to bring her back.”
Chishiro’s heartbeat did quicken. There were only a few things that could do that to him. The mentioning of his mother always would. For him to see her soft and warm face, a comfort that erased all fears, to feel her soothing embrace, that was all he wanted. But would she accept him for how he was now, for how much he changed?
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