Fan Fiction ❯ Loss of Senses ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

PKMNTM: Hey readers! Did you miss me? Good. Anyway, I find that there aren't many Neopets stories on this site. I don't know why, there just aren't. So here you go, a Neopets story.

Hirumaryu walked along the white-sand shores of Mystery Island, enjoying the fresh, crisp air. The blue Shoyru sighed, sitting down on a rather large rock and watching the sun sink over the horizon. “This truly is a beautiful place. It's a shame I know nothing of its history…” Then, he heard a rustle behind him. He turned about and saw nothing, and so thought nothing of it. Turning back to the sunset, he didn't notice the dark figure looming over him with a bottle of some kind of tonic in his claw.

Looking down, Hirumaryu noted the shadow on the ground and quickly jumped off the rock, facing the figure and taking a fighting stance. “W-what do you want?” The figure simply chuckled, and took the Shoyru into his strong arms, jamming the bottle into his mouth. Hirumaryu gagged a choked as he tried not to swallow the tonic. Some of it made its way down his throat, though, and soon his eyelids drooped in a groggy stupor. Seconds later, he passed out.


“Ugh…what's…going on?” Hirumaryu's weakened voice echoed throughout the hollow, empty room. His eyelids fluttered open, and he saw that he was strapped to a metallic bed, cold and rigid. “Where am I?” His light, airy voice tainted with fear.

“Oh, you're up.” A deep, almost enticing voice answered his call. Hirumaryu shivered. “Welcome to my humble abode,” the voice teased coldly. “I hope you like it.” Out of the shadows stepped a deep purple and black dragon-like creature. He smiled, his sharp fangs glinting in the dimly lit room. Hirumaryu gasped. “Y-you're, a Darigan!”

“Yes…I'm happy you noticed.” The cold voice pierced the young one's heart. The Darigan Scorchio smiled again, walking closer to the metallic bed which held the Shoyru captive. “What do you want with me?!” Hiru cried desperately, struggling.

The stranger ran a sharp, black claw down the sky blue cheek. “You'll find out in due time.” He said with a deep, cold laugh. Seemingly out of nowhere, something beeped. “Blast. I've been called to the King's Chambers.” Turning to the young one, he frowned slightly. “I'll be back for you,” he said mock-sweetly, “Try not to miss me too much.”

Hiru spat in his captor's face, earning a sharp slap across his own. “I expect you will have learned manners by then,” the Darigan said, turning and exiting the room via the `swooshing' door. Hirumaryu struggled against the metal wristbands that bound him to the platform. Why is this happening to me? I haven't done anything wrong… He thought to himself. He stopped struggling, and decided instead to look around for anything that could help him escape.

Finding nothing but a gold-plated nametag that read Inferno, Hiru sighed and awaited his inevitable fate. After what seemed like an eternity, the Scorchio returned to find the Shoyru asleep. He smiled. How cute…he's asleep…Walking over to his desk, he picked up a little bell. He started ringing it continuously, the noise echoing throughout the whole room.

Hiru's face turned to that of an annoyed one, and he groggily awoke. “Would you stop that incessant ringing?!” He cried out, trying to shake his fist, forgetting he was bound to a bed. The Darigan put down the bell, and the echo ceased. “I'm glad you got your rest. You're going to need lots of energy for what we're about to do…” Smiling coldly, he walked up to the bed. “Oh, before I forget, what's your name?”

The young dragon huffed and mumbled, “Hirumaryu.” The Scorchio put a hand to his chin. “Hirumaryu, huh?” Hiru nodded. “Well, Hirumaryu, my name's Inferno. You'll have to remember that when you're screaming it out.” Hiru's eyebrow rose. “What?”

Inferno climbed up onto the metallic surface, purring slightly as he crawled toward his prisoner. The Shoyru squirmed in an effort to escape, but to no avail. “What're you doing? Stay away from…” His voice drifted as Inferno started to massage just below his waist, where the slit that was his sheath was located. He slipped two fingers inside, caressing the tip of the tapered member. Shuddering at the touch, Hiru let out a little whimper.

“Ah, so you like that?” The Scorchio chuckled coldly. This is going to be very enjoyable…