Welcome to the Surrealism

Chapter 1

Where am I?

The boy opened his violet eyes to the dim space around him. He couldn't see anything except for the looming darkness seemed to go on forever in front of him.

Ritsuka looked down at his feet. He was standing on a hard surface of what seemed like smooth, dense shadows. Casting his eyes behind him, he concluded that he was surrounder by the evergoing dark.

He tried to walk. It was like stepping on a hard wooden floor, smooth and solid.

Wha…what is this?

As he stared round him with a bizarre wonder, Ritsuka felt a sudden jab in his chest.



"Ack!"

His hand lept up to grab his chest, trying to somehow numb the needle-sharp jab that seemed to pierce his very heart. Closing his eyes in pain, Ritsuka gasped, "Wha-what is this?!"

Then he felt it. Horrible images filled his mind, images of loneliness and pain. Suddenly, he was reliving Semei's false death, the brutal, uncontrollable beatings of his mother, the truth about his older brother, how he left him in the dark...

Ritsuka's eyes popped back open. His forehead was sweating and his whole body was shaking.

I gotta get out of here.

He broke into a run, trying to make sense of where he was, yelling out for help that he knew probably wouldn't come.

"Hello? Is there anyone here? Hello?!"

The otherwise silent space was broken by a sharp cry, making Ritsuka's cat ears twitch and flinch.

Turning his head sharply towards the source of the sound, he yelled again,"Hello?!"



The cry repeated itself, sending chills down Ritsuka's back. Squinting his eyes in the dark, he was able to make out a dark shape and a flicker of movement.

Running towards the dark mass, he was able to make out more and more of whatever it was…

Thick dark crooked lines somehow interwined to make a cage…

A shadowy mist swirling through the "bars"…

A small figure lying on the bottom of the cage…

Ritsuka stopped running. He could now clearly see a young child in the cage trembling from fear and emmiting muffled cries into where he lay.

Who's that? What the hell is going on?!

The child suddenly raised his head and cried out again, a sharper cry, one where Ritsuka heard how much pain the boy was in. Maybe he did it on a whim. Maybe he was angry with the pain the child was obviously going through. A gut feeling perhaps. But whatever made him do it, Ritsuka was suddenly viciously pulling apart at the shadowy bars and snapping them in pieces as easily as if they were twigs.

What was left of the bars flew viciously at Ritsuka's face. With a yell, Ritsuka sheilded his face with his hands. The dark lines bounced harmlessly off of him, the child fell on the ground with a yell, and the fragments of the bars twisted in the air and dissapeared.

Ritsuka slowly walked up to the crouching boy, who was now breathing heavily, his gold ears and tail twitching.

Unsure of what to do, Ritsuka decided on holding his hand out and asking uncertainly, "Are you alright?"

The boy turned his head sharply towards Ritsuka, first looking at his hand, then uncertainly at his face.

Ritsuka saw that this boy was about five or six years old. His large innoncent blue eyes stared up at the older boy, unblinking. He was wearing a pair of baggy jeans, complete with a plain white, long-sleeved, rather dirty shirt.

All in all, he looked rather distrungled.

He slowly reached his skinny arm up and grabbed Ritsuka's hand. Ritsuka helped him up gently. The boy was about half of his height.



Looking into Ritsuka's violet eyes, the boy gulped once and whispered, "Thank you."

Ritsuka slowly let go of the boy's hand and stared at him. The boy shied his ears and cast his gaze downwards. Then, after sniffling once or twice, he suddenly threw his arms around Ritsuka's waist and began to sob into the older boy's shirt.

Ritsuka's arms lept up in surprise. Staring down at the boy, he wasn't sure of what to do. But slowly, he put his own arms around the crying child and hugged him close.

He certainly wasn't used to younger children. This was a different kind of affection than the kind Soubi showed him. Drooping his ears downwards, Ritsuka hugged the younger boy closer and began to stroke his blonde hair gently.

But somehow…this feels familiar.

After a long while of embracing each other in the darkness, the two boys broke apart and looked at each other, the younger wiping his eyes and sniffing noisily.

Ritsuka ran his hand through his black hair, looking away from the younger boy, wondering what to say, then asked, "What's your name?"

The boy wiped his eyes a few more times, then opened his mouth to speak.

"I-I'm…"

With a resounding crash, the ground underneath Ritsuka collapsed. He yelled out in surprise and fear and quickly grabbed the edge of the large hole. He looked down fearfully. The dark here was less solid, somehow lighter, and seemed to lead somewhere…

"Hey!"

Ritsuka looked back up to see the little boy staring at him, his blue eyes full of desperation and fear.

"Take me with you!"

"What!?", Ristuka yelled back, as the edge he was holding on to started to crumble. He let go with one hand and grabbed a more solid piece of the edge, which too started to wear away.

"Take me with you! Please! Don't leave me here!"

The boys' eyes started to well up with tears again.

Ritsuka thought for a split second before he lost his grip.

"JUMP!"

The boy jumped into Ritsuka's open arms, closing his eyes as he did so. Ristuka saw that the younger boy was smiling slightly before he squeezed his eyes shut.

"AGGHHH!"

And so, the two boys, caught in a tight embrace, began to fall deeper and deeper into the hole…

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Yeah. This one's a bit surrelistic, I guess. It wil continue on, I promise. Stay tuned!

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The blonde teen gestured to the rocky path. "I keep trying to cross this path but each time I try, monsters take my innoncence bit by bit…will you guide me through?"