Chimera

[.Axel.]

This is a fic my friend wrote and she wanted me to post it, but she needs help on deciding which anime it should go for.
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Chapter 1:
POV
Are there flowers in the dark? There are. Do they blossom? They do. Are they beautiful shades of lavender, rose or pink? No. What are they? They?re black and entombed in thorns, but they are beautiful. Some are wilted, dying, crumbling into pieces. Their petals turn to ash that drifts through the air. Their smell is potent, beautiful. They smell of death.
The sky above me is littered with stars, a vast plain of illumination, the moon shines down upon my skin and I don?t feel so alone. My eyes close and I breathe, I take in the smell. The flowers of the night and the flowers of death. My heart races, my head is clouded although the night is clear. I see them, the flowers in the dark but I do not know what they mean. I am tormented, will they ever leave me? My eyes open and I look up into the past, the sky, the moon, my world. I smile. My world? I do not belong in this world. I do not dare to think that there is a place that can accept me the way that I am. I call myself a fool for ever believing such things. To call this place my world is to assume many things, much like that I am normal. But what is normal? What does humanity define as being normal? Is it really only conforming to type whether it is beliefs or actions? If so then how do we really know what is normal if we do not see out of our ignorant little box. People do not call me normal because I am not of the ordinary.
I am strange, different from others around me. Here I am styled as bizarre, my nature, my clothes, my face, my world, there is nothing normal about them here. I listen to the night, the sounds as my eyes stare up into the past. My past escapes me. Who am I and where did I come from? Do I really belong in this world with these people who do not waste time to judge me or the way that I am? My smile fades and a tear replaces its memory. I let it linger, tarnishing my cheek with its bitterness. This world does not accept me it does not see me as one of its own. A child born and raised into tolerance of what she is and what she has become, but never accepting. No smile or open heart in which to bare my soul, my love, my world.
My eyes shut once more and I see the flowers yet again, though they are distant. I smell their scent a smile graces my features as I lift my foot onto the stone ledge of the building. The wind carries my hair from my face and dries the tears I didn?t know were there. My mind wonders, it is clear now, as clear as this moonlit night. The flowers, their scent, it welcomes me. My feet are bare; they are cold beneath the stone rooftop. It takes my breath away. The flowers whisper to me they surround me again, bringing me comfort. I hear a voice, it is screaming, begging, pleading; I do not pay it any attention. I will take my place amongst the darkness, a flower tied into the void. There I will be accepted, there I will not be judged, and there I can share my world. My eyes open and my world is in darkness, the moon is covered by a blanket of clouds. I find it odd and slightly comforting as a bead of rain splashes on top of my forehead. I breathe, I feel my feet lifting and I take flight.
I am in his arms as he shields me from the rain. He is breathing heavily, I hear his heart thudding against his chest from were my head rests. He?saved me. Or he doomed me, whatever my fate, he is here. His face is covered in shadow and he is drenched in sweat, he struggles to catch his breath. He has no time, the rain increases it?s decent and beats down upon us, he curses slightly. In his arms I am carried into the stairway used to climb to the roof of the building. I can hear the rain from inside: it is angry. My guardian sets me down at the first step as he slowly sinks down opposite of me, still breathing heavily. My eyes wonder over him. Who is he and what did he think he was doing? I came so close to freedom, so close. My head hurts and I am cold. I began to shake. My hair is wet and clinging to my face, so is his, but his whole body seems to be drenched, I am only a little damp. Still he is more clothed than I am, I have on no shoes; one does not need footwear when visiting the afterlife. And my dress, a light flimsy fabric that held no protection, and my underwear. My teeth began to chatter as the cold rushes throughout my entire body. I curse him, if he had not interfered I would be no more and my body would not have to worry about the cold bitterness of life. And so I tremble.
My guardian stirs next to me, his breathing seemingly back to normal, but his heart still races. I hear it through the sound of the rain, through the steady beating of my heart, through the darkness of the stairwell. His eyes lock onto me; they study me for a time before he rises up from the floor. As he steps towards me he removes his jacket, he places it around my shoulders. The warmth from his body still lingers in the soft fabric and it warms me. My teeth stop chattering but I still tremble a little. He sits beside me, not saying a word, only breathing and staring into the darkness of the staircase. He smells of rain and something else I can?t quite tell. I do not speak, I only watch him in wonder. I wait for him to speak, to tell me how stupid I am, to hear him ask me why I did it; I wait for him to judge me. He looks at me and?smiles. The movement of his lips was slow and steady but certain, although friendly it was also sad and, though only a hint there were signs of judgment in that smile. But his judgment was different, almost like understanding. My eyes flood and I look away from him, my head pounds and I began to shake once more. I did not realize how terrified I was, my breathing falls short and my world turns black.
What brought me to this point? What brought me into his arms once again? ?Where are you taking me?? I hear myself speak. My head is throbbing and my eyes refuse to stay open.
?Well, your awake.? His voice is soft and mellow, almost hypnotic. And though strangely familiar. ?I thought it would be best if I took you to the hospital.?
My mind snaps to attention as his words registered. ?No.? I would only be judged there. Screened, documented and then released. Written of as a depressed adolescent who is only ?going through a phase?. There they do not understand my pain, there they can not cure what ails me, there I would be trapped. I have been to those places before, it is not a welcoming shelter. They would only turn me away, their critical opinions tearing away at me. Just as they have always done, just as they always will continue to do. As long as I stay in this world I will be judged and never will I be able to escape that torment. Not in this world.
?No? They can help you and hopefully your situation. Your not exactly mentally stable right now.?
He is wrong on so many levels. He seems sincere though. But I refuse again, ?I am fine. I don?t want to go there.?
?Yeah, well most people don?t like to go to the hospital. You?ll be fine.?
He doesn?t understand my pain, no one does. He shouldn?t have interfered when he did, he should have let me die. He should have let me leave my misery, he should have allowed me to join the flowers of the dark. My world is nothing, this place doesn?t understand me, I have nothing to live for, so why does he do this. I hate this place and the people in it, I just wanted to leave it all behind. ?I just wanted to let go.? I whisper into his chest, not noticing the tears that fell down my cheeks. He stops the steady pace he is traveling I feel his eyes grazing my skin. I hear his heartbeat.
?Let go of what?? He asks softly in his mesmerizing voice.
?Everything?everyone?the judgment?the bitterness?the loneliness?everything.?
?You shouldn?t say those kinds of things. I?m sure there?s something out there you care for?? his words trailed off. He looks as if he has more to say but he stood quiet. We had reached the hospital and were only about a few yards away. He looked down at me and sighed. ?How about you go in and jus have them take a look at you?? His words were kind and gentle and soothing but not for me. I am exhausted. I am confused. My head pounds. I shake my head and he lets out another heavy sigh. ?Are you sure??
Why does he keep asking me that same question, I wonder. Why doesn?t he just set me down send me away. Does he fear that I will try again since I failed the first time. Is that why he wants me to go into one of the very many places of judgment? Does he think that I am not strong enough and must be monitored? Why does he care what happens to me, I am not important, just an outcast made fun of by the whole of society. No one has ever embraced me as a human let alone their equal. So why is this person being so nice to me now? Why does he seek help for me? What good will come out of it for him? If I am gone then no one will be there to judge me anymore. I will be free, I will be loved, though I am utterly alone. And I remain stubborn. ?I do not need a hospital.? I say just above a whisper. My head still hurts and I am becoming dizzy.
My guardian laughs, the sound is mellow and sweet to my ears. My consciousness drifts away from me yet again as I feel the rhythm of his feet begin again. My heart races, is he taking me to the hospital?

[.Axel.]

POV
Nothing in my life would have prepared me for what I now held in my hands. It was impulsive for me to just intervene the way that I did, but it was also the right thing to do also. If a person has the opportunity to hinder the already absolute choice of a would be suicide victim, then that person should grab opportunity by the reins and do all that they can to save that persons life; at least that is what I was taught. Her actions and tone of voice tell me that she is angry but she will learn to get past her anger and one day she might even thank me for it. I saved this girl from self destruction. If I hadn?t I don?t think I would be able to live with myself, knowing that I could have but she was just out of arms reach. I hold her in my arms. She is still shaking but not as much as before, for that I am thankful. But she is stubborn, where will she go if not to somewhere they can help? I ask her if she has any family at home waiting for her, she says she has no home nor a family to go back to.
?My family left me a long time ago.? She says blandly, without even the faintest sound of emotion. I think about leaving her at the hospital anyway but now I see that she has a real reason why she does not want to spend the night there. This girl?what do I do with her? Her teeth begin to chatter again and her chills intensify. She could get sick in this weather if I do not find her a warm place were she can rest. There is only one place I can go.
My feet carry me to my home. I know that it is not a good idea but right now I have no choice in the matter. She needs to go someplace warm. I walk into the building and after contemplating my choices I choose to use the elevator. Considering the weight of the load in my hands and the number of stairs that stand between us and my home the elevator is the wisest choice. I step inside and press the number to my floor I look down at the girl; she is sleeping soundly. I say a silent thank you for that. It is good that she rests but she needs warm shelter if she is not to catch a cold. My eyes gaze at her face as she sleeps. She is young, but beautiful and her hair is the color of moonlight, pale and silvery and soft to the touch. I wonder who or what in her life could have treated her so horribly that it would result in her trying to take her life away. Poor girl? I cant even try to imagine her pain; my family was always very kind to me, they had always loved me. And I had loved them. I live alone now and I enjoy my solitude but sometimes I still wish that things had never changed. That family would always be family and that no one would have to be hurt by anything or anyone. But I suppose some are not so lucky. This girl has been harmed by many people and I refuse to allow her to do harm to herself because of that fact.
She?s trembling again, I have to get her inside. The door to the elevator opens onto my floor and I step out. I walk down the long narrow hallway to my home, I fumble a little, not use to the extra weight, but I manage to get the door open. I step inside and the entire place is dark, just the way I had left it.

[Bbubbii]

mia has to read this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[EmoUzumaki]

oh god...thats alot