Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Amororis et Maestitia ❯ beginnings ( Prologue )

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

A/N: I can't take it anymore! I have to type this down or it will drive me insane! Arg! Yes, I know that I should finish my other story first but I can't think of it while this and another one are stuck in my head! Anyways, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: All characters that are not mine belongs to their respectful owners

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Darkness…

Silence…

That is all there is on my mind right now.

Where am I? I don't know. Everything, it's just so…blank.

A light finally erupts into my subconscious, calling me back to where ever I may be now.

I don't remember much before this, save for being grabbed after I got off the bus and turning a corner. Pink; I also remember seeing pink. I also remember the impulse after getting off the bus to go home. It was after sunset, roughly around 7.

Its morning now I think. I open my eyes, blinding light. Pain. Okay, only a little bit. I put my arm over my eyes to shield them. That's better.

Alright, I see a window and a light fixture over head. That explains a lot. Do they both necessarily have to be on at full power? Where's a cloud when you need one?

OK, my eyes have adjusted some what better. I look around not bothering to sit up. Not much to see. A bare room with some pillows, one of those carpets that don't reach the wall and have those annoying frills that you always trip over.

God, my beck feels so stiff! Who ever abducted me could have at least put some pillows under me.

I try to sit up. I see a pair of black boots, my eyes travel up. Very loose white pants, a white vest falling off the sides of a large pink belly. Gloves on chubby pink arms attached to pink broad shoulders. A round face with no hair anywhere and no mouth. I can't see his eyes under his brow. He looks like buu from dragonballz but at the same time he doesn't (at least I think it's a he.).

"So you're finally awake."

And so begins my descent into misery.

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A/N: Pardon the vagueness, it's a dream I had. A continuous one might I add. Please review. Amororis et Maestitia means roughly love and sadness