So this is my first sequel. NarutoRox proposed it to me as an outline and I decided to pursue it so I hope you like this one as much as you did the other one. Jeremy
I shot up biting back the wave of nausea that hit me full force. I shook violently. As fast as it came it was gone. I got my breath back like a fish out of water. I gulped wind a few times. What the hell was that? I looked over at me side. Loose arms tangled around my waist. It didn't look like he felt it. Odd. As I lay back down to curl closer into him he begins to twitch and moan. Like a nightmare. I leaned on my elbow to see what was wrong. He parted his lips slightly and groaned again. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him once. He still didn't respond. It wasn't like him to do this. Normally when he slept it was light and he always was up before she was or when she had nightmares. Not common wrapped in his arms, but it did happen. I shook him again only this time harder and called his name.
"Myrnin?" I tried to get him to wake up. Slowly his eyes fluttered open and red flash across them spiraling into the middle before vanishing. I shot back. I had never seen that before. Ever. "Myrnin?" I asked shaky. I moved away from him my arm shaking slightly. He leaned up slowly and looked at me confused.
"What happened?" He sounded sane.
"Your eyes." He closed them as if it would help him see what I saw from my perspective. "The flashed red then circled into your iris." I shook again at the memory. He moved closer and wrapped him cool arms around mine. The sheets wrinkled down his bare chest. I buried my head into his collar. "What were you dreaming about?" I felt the nausea again, but not as badly. It somehow was familiar.
"I dreamed I was missing." I didn't really seem to mind. It was weird if he randomly began to sing I would normally have made him take his pills. Except, Mad had left over four months ago. "You were so scared. But no one would listen, 'cause no one else cared." It must have been a memory of when he was stuck in the oubliette. That was a tragedy after Mad. It hurt to lose him. And to find out that Oliver and Amelie were….well ew. "After my dreaming, I woke with this fear." He pulled away and looked down sadly at the mattress covered in crumpled sheets. "What am I leaving, when I'm done here?" I wanted to cry from the look in his eyes. "So if you're asking me I want you to know. When my time comes forget the wrong that I've done. Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed." I stayed strong for him. "Don't resent me when you're feeling empty. Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest." Softer this time looking into my eyes. "Leave out all the rest." I almost lost my strong bravado. "Don't be afraid, I've taken my beating." I took a deep breath as a single tear stained his check. "I've shared what I've made. I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through." He shook his head slightly. "I've never been perfect, but neither have you." I held his head wiping away the tears that threatened their way through. "Forgetting all the hurt you've learned to hide so well, pretending someone else can come and save me from myself. I can't be who you are." He finished softly and I wrapped my arms around him. He closed his eyes shivering. He opened them back up and looked at my with his head tilted. "Are you okay did you have a bad dream?" I looked back at him confused.
"No you said you did." He shrugged wrapping his arms around my waist. He wriggled closer running his hands along my back.
"Well I don't quite feel like going back to bed…" He trailed off and after my mind decided I was dreaming, I inched closer to him. He leaned down kissing me and I fell back on the bed.
I woke up again without the nausea and ran a hand through my messed up hair. I had the feeling I should be remembering something, but there was no way that it could be recovered in this given setting. I grabbed around for something to quickly throw on and it so happened to be one of his shirts. Her favorite by far in his eccentric titled clothing. A bright blood red shirt with a high collar that peeked to about my nose and it clung to her frame with silky grace. The sleeves were long and at the end were frilled out in waves. They were tight around my wrists so I didn't feel like I was drowning. It was longer at the bottom of the cuff and gave me the feeling of some enchanted creatures. I could have sworn he had a vest that matched this perfectly, for once, it was made of leather that I found unreasonably desirable. When I asked what it was made of he said dragon hide. I blew it off keeping an open mind because god knows he would have actual dragon hide. The end of the shirt was almost dress like, but it didn't make me love it any less. I lingered looking at his still unconscious frame and quirked my lips as his mouth parted slightly. I walked out of the room and teetered as though drunk. My legs gave out and I had to put a hand on the wall to steady myself. I shook my head to clear the blackness the beguiled my vision. And it was gone. My legs steadied and I let go of the wall. What was going on? The new lab, after the other was cemented shut and damaged beyond repair, had come equipped with the common household utilities all of which were on now. I ran over to the faucets, not remembering turning them on and checked the showers of both bathrooms being as silent as I walk into ours. The lights blazed and Myrnin shot up. He looked around haphazardly looking for the culprit, or even the person responsible for the lack of another body next to him. He spotted me as I looked at the ceiling in shock and awe.
"If you wanted to wake me up you didn't need such a use as blinding." He suggested getting up looking at me for a long moment as he stretched over. The fanged bunny patterned boxers she had custom ordered and his brand new pair of bunny slippers were the only thing I could see out of the corner of my eye. He wrapped his arms around my midsection resting a head on my shoulder before assessing my distress. He followed my line of sight with the light flickering above head. "Just electrical shortages." He kidded my crown and I couldn't shake the feeling that it couldn't have been as simple as that.
God why must school exist at the most inopportune times I want to write but I'm at school I cant think of anything to write and my laptop is practically slapping me in the face can I have a happy medium