I’ve been banging out this stupid Oni Arin Au fic and I won’t just stop feeling wrong to the point where I’ve only gotten 2000 words out of it. So here’s an excerpt, because if I don’t post some of it, it’ll just rot and shift until I give up.
The next morning came like blazing white light on his pained head. Luckily he could still manage to shut his eyes and drift off but not with the burning gaze of the sun that’s for sure.
Arin woke up to find Lloyd beside him, his eyes were shut tight, but the was sitting up straight like a board. He was meditating. Arin would have liked to do some more self reflection of his own. But thinking made his head hurt more for some reason, but still he decided to briefly gaze into his own mind, he agonized against his mind but nothing was found, so he resorted to small talk.
“Hey… Lloyd…?” Arin painfully called.
Lloyd opened his eyes.
“You’re awake…?”
“Do you have weird…dreams?”
"you shouldn't be speaking."
"…do…you?"
“…Yes, all of the time.”
“Oh yea… right…”
“…I would imagine you would have them right now though. What kind of dreams are you having?”
Arin tried his best to describe a dream but it they were all so vague that Arin just gave up.
“Dreams are usually are usually our subconscious mind, or something else we’re connected to trying to tell us something. What do you think its telling you?”
“I…I don’t know…”
Lloyd reached out and touched Arin’s forehead.
“Lloyd…?”
“Yes?”
"why are you…" Arin trailed off. "why…"
he must have drifted then,because when he blinked next he felt his body ache like hell, and his fever was like his body temperature was in competition with a furnace and His panting was like a dying dogs. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, his throat was dry and sore. All of this never ending pain made him basically paralyzed. He couldn’t move a muscle, and his mind was blank. Arin heard something in the distance coming closer, he hoped it was Lloyd coming back with water but it became increasingly clear that it wasn't, Arin tried to get up and look but he fell back down. The ground then gave out beneath him, the floor of the cave becoming oddly weak as he fell through.
He sank and sank, the fall feeling more like drowning than a plummet. Arin's breath left his lungs before suddenly returning. He breathed and breathed, any and all pain he felt before left with each breath he took. soon he was well again, and he even saw the end of his decent.
the ground was course and visceral It was like flesh if it could grow grass. Arin's feet hit the floor, it pulsated at the contact. Arin hesitated to walk on it, but he still took light steps on the living plain. his eyes were fixed on where his feet were heading, he was afraid to look up, so just he kept walking.
"Disgusting thing this boy!"
Arin instinctively looked up.
he saw a scene play out before him, a phantom crowd surrounded something, they jeered, yelled, screamed, and cursed. Arin cautiously moved closer, he saw what the crowd was focused on. A young man. He had horns and body was covered in weird markings.
"Oni!" the crowd chanted "Oni!"
Arin felt a pang of anguish, he felt bad for him. surely being oni wasn't that bad?
"return to your pit of hell, monster!"
Arin moved closer to the boy, the jeers got louder. he put his arm out to touch his face, his fingers connected suddenly his fingers were on his own face. he was the young man.
