Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Burnt ❯ Burnt ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Mononoke 
It has no place, I just wanted to put it somewhere. It has nothing to do with any of these animes.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.24.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 584 | Status: Completed
It has no place, I just wanted to put it somewhere. It has nothing to do with any of these animes.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.24.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 584 | Status: Completed
*Crackle*
The glowing orange of the little flame danced around the stick held up to it. The stick was slowly pulled away from the flame and the flickering died. The thumb that pressed the button for the gas on the lighter let up. The lighter was set down.
*Spark*
The thumb was examined breifly, as the shiny burn appeared from holding the hot item for so long. Then the attention turned to the stick. The end was burt, but still hot. Though it looked black, the inside was still burning. And embers can be as hot if not hotter than flames themselves. Exactly what she wanted.
*Blow*
The end of the stick glowed a dangerous red as she blew on it. The embers cajoled into a breath of flame.
*Click*
The lighter was brought back to life, glowing happily in the afternoon light. The sun reflected off of the water of the lake trying to make its way into the shade where she sat. It did not succeed. The stick was placed in the fire again.
*Snap*
The sounds of the wood as it slowly was consumed by the small flame. The stick itself was not large, less than a finger's breadth wide. But large enough for the job at hand. Speaking of hands...
*Simmer*
The heat was radiating from the embers of the end of the stick. Was it hot enough yet? No. Not yet. Still lots to do to it.
*Fizzle*
The watter boiled for a second, the steam rising from the surface. She pulled the stick back out and observed her handiwork. Not to bad. The lighter came back out, flickering to life as the gas was slowly let out, feeding the hungry flame. The stick slowly sizzled as the water was heated away, starting the process again.
*Crackle*
Ah, it was ready now. The instrument of her pain. Of her release. She blew on it to stir up the heat, to cause it to burn brighty with its simmering cabability.
*Sizzle*
She held it carefully, oh so carefully. So as not to burn the hand holding it. That wasn't her plan. She placed her open arm on her knees. They were curled up in front of her so she would not lose her balance. This would hurt. She knew it would. She counted on it. She looked at the soft skin of her forearm. It was not flawless, in fact it was far from it. Scars of different sizes and shapes littered the expanse of creamy pale skin.
*Breathe*
She sucked in a breath and clenched her teeth together, readying herself for the onslaught of pain. The stick was lowered to her arm carefully. She was scared. Scared but determined. The burning ember was brought to the delicate skin of her elbow, just below the bend in the arm. Her left arm to be precise. She held it close enough to feel the heat, but did not touch it. It would hurt less if she did that. The whole point of this was the pain.
*Whimper*
She let out no sound, but for an agonized hiss. Her head flew back for a second, hoping that if she couldn't see it, it would not hurt as much. She was wrong. She pulled it away after a few seconds. Out came the lighter.
*Click*
She had to heat it again to keep going. She looked at her arm. There was no mark yet, just a burning sensation. She put down the lighter and blew on the stick. Time to go again. She held out the arm and positioned herself just right.
*Hiss*
The burning became almost unbearable as she watched the stick. It was not touching her skin. That she would not allow. She gave herself a reprieve of sorts as she blew on the end of the stick to get it burning again. Then she let it descend upon the red area again. The pain was tolerable, but it still made her lightheaded and nauseous. Yet at the same time thrilled her and amazed her.
*Bubble*
The flesh had started to blister, and was burning inside of that blistered welt. She lit the stick yet again, admiring the colors of the flames and the red glowing embers. She sighed once more as the stick came close to the blister.
*Sizzle*
She could actually hear the fluid in the skin start to sizzle. It was nauseating and fascinating at the same time. It no longer hurt as much, so she took the stick away. Admiring her work, she blew on the burn to see what would happen. It hurt, but only slightly compared to the earlier pain.
*Blow*
She lit and blew out the stick. It was starting to shrink and soon she would need a new sick. But for now she was content. She held the stick as she had before, only now it felt like nothing was happening. So she held it even closer. It hurt, but soon went away.
*Trickle*
The sweat ran down her temple, falling onto the trembling arm below. She blew on the stick again, flaring it into life once more. The burn had gone from pink to red to almost a yellow green. It looked infected, but she knew it could not yet be that way. It had been only minutes since the start of the endeavour, and she would see it through.
*Ache*
Her back muscles were cramped and her arms were to. Her butt was numb from the way she sat. But she did not move. She pressed the stick to the burn now, trying to feel that biting pain again. But it would not come. The nerves had begun to burn, and so the sensation of pain began to leave. She set the stick beside the lighter and got to her feet. She sighed as her feet protested the movement.
*Crunch*
The dry stalks of grass flattened beneath her feet as she moved the four feet to the water. She dipped in a finger and brought the few drops of water to her arm.
*Drip*
It felt odd. She could not feel anything on the burn, but she could feel the water on the throbing tissue around it. She went back to her seat after a moment of study. Upon sitting she studied it more. The inside where the stick had been pressed against was charred,. A dark brown that smelled sickly singed and burnt. The smell of burned flesh. The surrounding area to that was a light yellow-brown that smelled less like burnt wood and flesh and more of a pungent firey aroma.
*Sniffle*
The smells that assaulted her nose made her sneeze. She stared contemptuously at the offending burn. She picked up the stick and lit it once more. She held it to the burn once again to make sure that she felt nothing. And she didn't. She observed once more the colors of the singed flesh. The skin around the burn was pink and red and splotchy. She giggled. It looked like something from a horor movie.
*Sigh*
She sighed as she realized it was over. She sat back and looked at the stick. It was small now, almost down to her fingers. She threw it into the lake and watched the water sizzle then put it out. She lay back and watched the clouds overhead. Her arm itched. It was no longer a blister, for the fluid inside had been sizzled away, leaving a flat burn in its wake.
"Well, that was fun."
She stood now, and turned back to go home. They would wonder where she had been. She took one last look at her arm before covering it with her heavy sleeve. It itched, but did not hurt.
The pain was over, but she felt more alive for it. She needed that. It was the way to keep her from doing things she might later regret. She had done things before. Sharp biting pains that bled and scabbed and scarred. But this was different. This was a more lasting reminder.
She heard her name as she walked up the lawn. She waved, but as she did she felt an ache in both arms. The ache, well not ache, more of a tingling-burning sensation really, in her right arm was from the other scars. The ache in the left was from her new scar. She shivered at the feeling and slowly let herself be led into the building.
~*Owari*~
The glowing orange of the little flame danced around the stick held up to it. The stick was slowly pulled away from the flame and the flickering died. The thumb that pressed the button for the gas on the lighter let up. The lighter was set down.
*Spark*
The thumb was examined breifly, as the shiny burn appeared from holding the hot item for so long. Then the attention turned to the stick. The end was burt, but still hot. Though it looked black, the inside was still burning. And embers can be as hot if not hotter than flames themselves. Exactly what she wanted.
*Blow*
The end of the stick glowed a dangerous red as she blew on it. The embers cajoled into a breath of flame.
*Click*
The lighter was brought back to life, glowing happily in the afternoon light. The sun reflected off of the water of the lake trying to make its way into the shade where she sat. It did not succeed. The stick was placed in the fire again.
*Snap*
The sounds of the wood as it slowly was consumed by the small flame. The stick itself was not large, less than a finger's breadth wide. But large enough for the job at hand. Speaking of hands...
*Simmer*
The heat was radiating from the embers of the end of the stick. Was it hot enough yet? No. Not yet. Still lots to do to it.
*Fizzle*
The watter boiled for a second, the steam rising from the surface. She pulled the stick back out and observed her handiwork. Not to bad. The lighter came back out, flickering to life as the gas was slowly let out, feeding the hungry flame. The stick slowly sizzled as the water was heated away, starting the process again.
*Crackle*
Ah, it was ready now. The instrument of her pain. Of her release. She blew on it to stir up the heat, to cause it to burn brighty with its simmering cabability.
*Sizzle*
She held it carefully, oh so carefully. So as not to burn the hand holding it. That wasn't her plan. She placed her open arm on her knees. They were curled up in front of her so she would not lose her balance. This would hurt. She knew it would. She counted on it. She looked at the soft skin of her forearm. It was not flawless, in fact it was far from it. Scars of different sizes and shapes littered the expanse of creamy pale skin.
*Breathe*
She sucked in a breath and clenched her teeth together, readying herself for the onslaught of pain. The stick was lowered to her arm carefully. She was scared. Scared but determined. The burning ember was brought to the delicate skin of her elbow, just below the bend in the arm. Her left arm to be precise. She held it close enough to feel the heat, but did not touch it. It would hurt less if she did that. The whole point of this was the pain.
*Whimper*
She let out no sound, but for an agonized hiss. Her head flew back for a second, hoping that if she couldn't see it, it would not hurt as much. She was wrong. She pulled it away after a few seconds. Out came the lighter.
*Click*
She had to heat it again to keep going. She looked at her arm. There was no mark yet, just a burning sensation. She put down the lighter and blew on the stick. Time to go again. She held out the arm and positioned herself just right.
*Hiss*
The burning became almost unbearable as she watched the stick. It was not touching her skin. That she would not allow. She gave herself a reprieve of sorts as she blew on the end of the stick to get it burning again. Then she let it descend upon the red area again. The pain was tolerable, but it still made her lightheaded and nauseous. Yet at the same time thrilled her and amazed her.
*Bubble*
The flesh had started to blister, and was burning inside of that blistered welt. She lit the stick yet again, admiring the colors of the flames and the red glowing embers. She sighed once more as the stick came close to the blister.
*Sizzle*
She could actually hear the fluid in the skin start to sizzle. It was nauseating and fascinating at the same time. It no longer hurt as much, so she took the stick away. Admiring her work, she blew on the burn to see what would happen. It hurt, but only slightly compared to the earlier pain.
*Blow*
She lit and blew out the stick. It was starting to shrink and soon she would need a new sick. But for now she was content. She held the stick as she had before, only now it felt like nothing was happening. So she held it even closer. It hurt, but soon went away.
*Trickle*
The sweat ran down her temple, falling onto the trembling arm below. She blew on the stick again, flaring it into life once more. The burn had gone from pink to red to almost a yellow green. It looked infected, but she knew it could not yet be that way. It had been only minutes since the start of the endeavour, and she would see it through.
*Ache*
Her back muscles were cramped and her arms were to. Her butt was numb from the way she sat. But she did not move. She pressed the stick to the burn now, trying to feel that biting pain again. But it would not come. The nerves had begun to burn, and so the sensation of pain began to leave. She set the stick beside the lighter and got to her feet. She sighed as her feet protested the movement.
*Crunch*
The dry stalks of grass flattened beneath her feet as she moved the four feet to the water. She dipped in a finger and brought the few drops of water to her arm.
*Drip*
It felt odd. She could not feel anything on the burn, but she could feel the water on the throbing tissue around it. She went back to her seat after a moment of study. Upon sitting she studied it more. The inside where the stick had been pressed against was charred,. A dark brown that smelled sickly singed and burnt. The smell of burned flesh. The surrounding area to that was a light yellow-brown that smelled less like burnt wood and flesh and more of a pungent firey aroma.
*Sniffle*
The smells that assaulted her nose made her sneeze. She stared contemptuously at the offending burn. She picked up the stick and lit it once more. She held it to the burn once again to make sure that she felt nothing. And she didn't. She observed once more the colors of the singed flesh. The skin around the burn was pink and red and splotchy. She giggled. It looked like something from a horor movie.
*Sigh*
She sighed as she realized it was over. She sat back and looked at the stick. It was small now, almost down to her fingers. She threw it into the lake and watched the water sizzle then put it out. She lay back and watched the clouds overhead. Her arm itched. It was no longer a blister, for the fluid inside had been sizzled away, leaving a flat burn in its wake.
"Well, that was fun."
She stood now, and turned back to go home. They would wonder where she had been. She took one last look at her arm before covering it with her heavy sleeve. It itched, but did not hurt.
The pain was over, but she felt more alive for it. She needed that. It was the way to keep her from doing things she might later regret. She had done things before. Sharp biting pains that bled and scabbed and scarred. But this was different. This was a more lasting reminder.
She heard her name as she walked up the lawn. She waved, but as she did she felt an ache in both arms. The ache, well not ache, more of a tingling-burning sensation really, in her right arm was from the other scars. The ache in the left was from her new scar. She shivered at the feeling and slowly let herself be led into the building.
~*Owari*~