Here's my FIRST story to you all :DD! dun be mean DD: i'm sorry if you hate it ;] but be as critical as possible ^--^ but just not mean O,O" okay okay... ffiiineee... be mean :]
opinions? is the story going too slow or to fast? o-o" do tell :]
And I haven't found a title yet for this story DD:! sucks, doesn't it? anwayz :} gimme yer ideas and i'll see what fits ;]
I was kinda hyper through the middle o,o hence the hysterical laughter and grandmother talk :] so yeahh...
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She'd been roaming the obscure land for a day- maybe longer. Thud... Thud... was the sound of the steady beat of her heart. It was pitch black and soon her eyes were used to it yet she couldn't see or feel anything. At first she was frightened, imagining all sorts of realities that may befall her but then it became tedious. It was as if someone had taken away her eyes and replaced them with glistening marbles. She spoke but her words meant nothing as they disappeared into the darkness.
"Oh little tiger, where might you be..." she sang into the darkness, her arms outstretched to find something, "where might you be," she continued, "...oh..." Her breath came in short rasps as she wandered hoping to find him.
"Oh... little tiger? Where might I be?" Came a voice from the shadowed abyss. Rielle stared for a while as a feeling of elation flooded her.
"Oh little tiger. My little tiger... won't you forgive me?" she sang frantically looking around in search of a light- her search was useless, it was all dark. She opened her mind and searched for him. Nothing.
"Tiger, tiger. I have no heart for thee. You can take my blood and take my mind but I won't surrender my teeth." retorted the voice. It was the melody of a young man of around eighteen years.
"Tiger... Tiger... Please?" she said, "I can't feel you."
"I can feel you. You're almost here... but you're still not here."
"What do you mean, my little tiger...?" There was no answer... "Is it dark where you are?"
"I am not your little tiger and your 'darkness' is an illusion." laughed the voice. His sweet laughter echoed through her- it shook her mind with an outlandish power.
"An illusion of the mind, eh? That's slightly poetic my... oh yes- what might I call you if you are not my little tiger?" she cooed.
"Something more tasteful... with a Japanese flare"
"Will Akira be suitable?"
"I surely do not look like an 'Akira'."
"Oh... but what do you look like?"
"Ah... that is exactly what your imagination is for." He chuckled. She hadn't noticed before but there was a quiet tune playing in the distance whenever he spoke. It lured her to him.
"Would Yukiho work?"
"How delightful, that works oh too well, Rielle... Oh my- I've just rhymed. How utterly attractive." He laughed hysterically. Rielle heard a strange thump as if a whole bookshelf had fallen to the floor... then she realised, it was Yukiho who fell. Yukiho couldn't control his laughter.
"My my... I feel so elated. You're one charming young lady, my dear Rielle!" he laughed.
"Hold on! How do you know my name and... you talk like my grandmother..." Rielle pondered on that thought and fell about laughing as she imagined a man wearing her grandmother's clothes and a white Afro. Their laughter blended together bringing out some sort of light into Rielle's mind. Yukiho's laughter stopped abruptly. Rielle stood there laughing alone as darkness took over her mind and body again.
