I bandaged my neck as I walked down the stairs. The blood had stopped, but my clothes and hands were dyed with the red liquid. I had to rip some of my shirt and use it as bandage. Now, my shirt looked like a mini top and my whole tummy is visible. Showing the scratches . The wound on my stomach wasn’t that bad, though, it was just some scratches. The stairs was made of tree and the wall was dark grey. Some places there was holes and fat rats crawled everywhere. Looking for food and they ran back into the hole when they saw me. I finished bandaging my neck and walked the last steps down the stairs. It was darker and colder here than upstairs and it was all pitch black. I couldn’t see a thing. Carefully I reached forward and touched something dry and hard. My hand slowly glided down and suddenly I felt a round and cold things sticking into the wall. ‘Is it a door?’ I thought and twisted it a little. It made a screeching noise, but it moved. ‘I hate doors. It was like to open the door to hell’ and it felt like it. I opened the “hell door” and walking in to a new dark room. The door slammed shut so I jumped and tried to open it, but the door was locked. I heard a small chuckle echoed this room. I turned around, with my back against the door and stared into the dark.
“It was a trap all the time, wasn’t it?” I said to myself. The lights turned on, like on the movies. The light was weak, but I saw what this room really was. It was a bowling alley. ‘What the…?’ Without thinking I walked forward. It was old, there were bowling balls on the floor and a blue couch with white stripes was destroyed and thrown aside. At the bar the bottles was broken and glass pieces were spread on the table and floor. It was a real mess. My steps echoed all over the place. I have never ever been on bowling. Not interested either. I felt a breath on my neck and a chill went down my spine. I know that freezing feeling. The lights started to blink nonstop and the air got colder.
“My, my, we meet once again.” A voice whispered to my ear. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t listen to me. A hand slowly grabbed my right arm and turned me around, facing him. It was the same ghost or should I say the house in human form once again. The same pale red hair, burning eyes and the cold, white skin. He slipped his arm around my waist and held my hand with his own. His lips moved into my ear.
“Tell me, have you ever danced with the devil?” he whispered and started to dance around with me. “No need to answer. I know it already.” His nails dug into my back as we danced around the hall. ‘Great another wound’ I thought annoyed. The hollow swirled elegant me around and back again. He pulled me closer to him. I could feel his muscles underneath his shadow clothes. ‘Muscles?’ I thought surprised. ‘I thought under their clothes they were just bones.’ But the cold aura was still around him. Takes all my energy from my body.
“About our last meeting” he said, I looked at him. “I wonder how you could use any jutsus when I had drained almost all of your chakra. And a dark type too. Do have any secret energy?” His eyes glared at mine, but I looked away. Yes, I have a secret Chakra. It is the one I don’t want to use unless necessary. He grinned, stroking my neck with his fingertips.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me.” He whispered and stroke down my neck. “I just have to find out and it’s so much exciting when you fight back. It makes me wanting you more.” Cold lips touched my neck roughly. Sucking it hard, leaving hickeys and licks my collarbone with his dry tongue. I couldn’t resist letting out a little moan. It felt good and I felt for mind games right now. Wanting to play with his mind. Testing him how far he will go. Hearing the moan, he pushed me to the wall.
I gasped. He ripped off my shirt and started to massage my breast with his hand. I moaned louder. A huge maniac grin was on my face and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I had him right there I wanted him. He moved closer and ran his hand down my pants. I did nothing about it and dug my fingers in his messy hair. He sucked harder and he was more relaxed. ‘Now! Dark shocks no Jutsu!’ My fingers sparkled, making the hollow release me and clutching his head.
“AAARRGGHH!! BITCH!! What did you do?!!!” He screamed at me. I looked at him innocently and put a finger on my cheek.
“Me? I didn’t do anything. You were the one who did something.” I said in a childish way, but smiling like a maniac. “You let your guard down.” He fell to his knees, panting and glared at me. “And I wanted to play with you a little before I hurt you once again. That is my hobby. Plays with your mind first, make you feel safe and then destroy it!! Almost everyone thinks that I’m a helpless, innocent girl who is no treat to anyone. But I have a bad side. To tell the truth…I’m half insane!! I can be cruel, cunning and even evil if I want. As long it is fun and feels right I’ll keep on being insane till the day I die!! Since I was born I had this urge to break free and this is how I break free!!!!” My voice was not childish anymore. It was more like psycho.
The hollow looked at me with widen eyes. His whole body shivered from the jutsu and from my voice. ’I think it was too much information to him.’ I sighed, my voice was normal now. “I’m no angel, neither a demon. I’m just…myself. Something like this only happens when you anger me too much. That’s why I used Dark Shock wave no jutsu on you first time. As a warning.” I chuckled. “I’m good at being innocent or insane, but I’m not good at being myself.” My smile disappeared and a sad look appeared. The hollow was stunned, but there was no emotions in his eyes. Not this time. I walked past him, over to the door that was beside the bar. My heart felt heavy and I wanted to cry, but I held the tears away. I opened the door and walked in silently. With anger I slammed the door shut and walked forward the hallway. A single tear drop ran down my cheek…
~Natsu~
