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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › manga
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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1,050
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Blood is as Blood does
Chapter one: Blood is as Blood does
AN: ^^” this is a small one shot involving a character of mine and my friend’s character. I’ve wanted to do a tribute for a while now so I thought this was a good enough time. Raenef belongs to me but Cale and all his aspects belong to Amei. (Thank you for letting me borrow him!)
This is a semi-cross over with Godchild and The Cain Saga by Kaori Yuki
Dedicated to Amei-san (my dear friend) for letting me molest her bishies.
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It was so cold he could almost feel the breath freezing in his lungs, forming ice crystals on the sensitive flesh. Needles were stabbing his skin viciously as he stumbled through the heavy snow. He couldn’t feel his feet anymore, the exposed toes and ankles going numb, but not enough to lessen the pain. He thought he was bleeding, maybe, or it might have been his…or both. He couldn’t really tell. The wind lashed at his face, feeling like blades cutting into his skin. Snowflakes weighing down his lashes while his ears burned with a fire that could only be created by extreme cold
His vision was blurring. A bad sign. Another step and another. Keep moving. Just keep moving. His thoughts were weak but he forced every ounce of consciousness on placing one foot in front of the other. In one hand he gripped a dagger. Its blade broken and the hilt slashed so the delicate gripping was hanging off in threads. In the other he was clinging to a bloodstained ring. Its ebony stone that was cracked from the struggle and it had melted the skin on his hand against it after he had grabbed it when it had been dropped into the fire. He couldn’t feel it anymore though so he didn’t care. He couldn’t feel his hands at all. Swallowing weakly he tried to tighten his hands, just incase. He couldn’t loose them…he had to get away. Cale would find him…he would. He promised.
Everything began to darken. Not good… Had to keep moving. One step. Another. Just keep picking up his feet…that’s all he had to do. But by now all he was capable of was shuffling weakly through the rapidly rising snow. Was it up to his knees? No, no there yet…keep going. Cale didn’t like the cold either. He was cold. No blood after all. Keep moving.
A tree root caught his foot and he was in the snow. He couldn’t get up. It was too hard. Too cold. He couldn’t stay there, though. He would die. He knew that. He had to keep going. He weakly tried to crawl, to do anything. Cale. Cale would come. He managed to pull himself a little farther. The skin on his knees stuck to the frozen patches of ice, ripping his skin off and causing more blood to dot his path. He didn’t feel it.
“C-Cale…” he breathed, his lungs aching for breath, his body starting to slow to conserve energy.
Cale would save him. Just a little bit farther and everything would be alright. His arm gave out, his body sinking into the snow. Rest. If he rested he could keep going. He had to keep going. So tired. Cale wouldn’t like the cold. Rest. He needed to move. He needed to get up. Rest. He couldn’t get his hands to move. Did he still have his ring? Rest. He couldn’t loose it. He had-he had to move. Move. Get up. Get up for Cale.
But the boy couldn’t move. His eyes fluttered shut weakly, the snow almost feeling warm to his skin as his chestnut hair became frosted with white. Cale. Cale would save him. He promised. He promised. He could rest now. Cale would find him.
Cale.
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This is just the first chapter so it’s a little slow ^^” sorry. I hope you like it. Please tell me what you think.
AN: ^^” this is a small one shot involving a character of mine and my friend’s character. I’ve wanted to do a tribute for a while now so I thought this was a good enough time. Raenef belongs to me but Cale and all his aspects belong to Amei. (Thank you for letting me borrow him!)
This is a semi-cross over with Godchild and The Cain Saga by Kaori Yuki
Dedicated to Amei-san (my dear friend) for letting me molest her bishies.
***********
It was so cold he could almost feel the breath freezing in his lungs, forming ice crystals on the sensitive flesh. Needles were stabbing his skin viciously as he stumbled through the heavy snow. He couldn’t feel his feet anymore, the exposed toes and ankles going numb, but not enough to lessen the pain. He thought he was bleeding, maybe, or it might have been his…or both. He couldn’t really tell. The wind lashed at his face, feeling like blades cutting into his skin. Snowflakes weighing down his lashes while his ears burned with a fire that could only be created by extreme cold
His vision was blurring. A bad sign. Another step and another. Keep moving. Just keep moving. His thoughts were weak but he forced every ounce of consciousness on placing one foot in front of the other. In one hand he gripped a dagger. Its blade broken and the hilt slashed so the delicate gripping was hanging off in threads. In the other he was clinging to a bloodstained ring. Its ebony stone that was cracked from the struggle and it had melted the skin on his hand against it after he had grabbed it when it had been dropped into the fire. He couldn’t feel it anymore though so he didn’t care. He couldn’t feel his hands at all. Swallowing weakly he tried to tighten his hands, just incase. He couldn’t loose them…he had to get away. Cale would find him…he would. He promised.
Everything began to darken. Not good… Had to keep moving. One step. Another. Just keep picking up his feet…that’s all he had to do. But by now all he was capable of was shuffling weakly through the rapidly rising snow. Was it up to his knees? No, no there yet…keep going. Cale didn’t like the cold either. He was cold. No blood after all. Keep moving.
A tree root caught his foot and he was in the snow. He couldn’t get up. It was too hard. Too cold. He couldn’t stay there, though. He would die. He knew that. He had to keep going. He weakly tried to crawl, to do anything. Cale. Cale would come. He managed to pull himself a little farther. The skin on his knees stuck to the frozen patches of ice, ripping his skin off and causing more blood to dot his path. He didn’t feel it.
“C-Cale…” he breathed, his lungs aching for breath, his body starting to slow to conserve energy.
Cale would save him. Just a little bit farther and everything would be alright. His arm gave out, his body sinking into the snow. Rest. If he rested he could keep going. He had to keep going. So tired. Cale wouldn’t like the cold. Rest. He needed to move. He needed to get up. Rest. He couldn’t get his hands to move. Did he still have his ring? Rest. He couldn’t loose it. He had-he had to move. Move. Get up. Get up for Cale.
But the boy couldn’t move. His eyes fluttered shut weakly, the snow almost feeling warm to his skin as his chestnut hair became frosted with white. Cale. Cale would save him. He promised. He promised. He could rest now. Cale would find him.
Cale.
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This is just the first chapter so it’s a little slow ^^” sorry. I hope you like it. Please tell me what you think.