[Fic] Simply Whisper ~ Ch 1
Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 8:40 pm
Table of Contents::Chapter Guide
Disclaimer: Full Metal Panic does not belong to me...yet.
Right now it belongs to ADV Films, Gonzo Digimation and Shougi Gatou.
Warning: You might not want to read if you have not yet seen the full series - just don't say I didn't warn ya
I quote the series but do not own by any means.
This is my first fanfic... ever. Yeah, that's a warning.
~If I didn't have you, I would have been dead by now. I am here now, because you were there for me. So, please don't tell me you're all right on your own.~ FullMetal Panic* Episode 22
She brushed an almost undetectable strand of hair, matching the color of the ocean she viewed, out of her face. After enduring the strand tickling her eyelid with its presence for several minutes, she finally surrendered, adjusting and repositioning her white hat. Once again free to concentrate on the sun as it dipped languidly into the ocean, enjoying the warm sand between her toes.
He had brought her here just days ago. His favorite fishing spot... she smiled. He is a strange one, she thought, but felt a small twinge of pride at being the only one who had knowledge of this spot.
But she could take care of herself... besides, he led a different life. One she never would be a part of. He would never have to know. She gave a nervous smile. The sunlight invariably fell down on her, assuring her of her conclusion as the waves ebbed, keeping the rhythm of the universe.
The universe. Her thoughts led her more and more frequently back to the mysterious power she had. What was it to be a Whispered? She didn't feel any differently than before. She didn't feel she deserved any recognition for something she couldn't even control, hadn't known she even possessed until months ago. Something she’d had since she was born, unaware all the years of her life. Except for the little hints she had noticed - the amnesia, the violence that seemed to come so easily... the nightmares. Sighing in her confusion she cast a glance down at her sandals. Why am I here?
'Before school resumes, I request your official presence at Melida Island, since our most recent mission altered the original plans. Cordially yours, Teletha Testarossa'
She had read and reread the petite writing before she crushed the paper in her hand, a fretful reaction. Tessa had insisted on Chidori making an official visit to the base she never got to see.
Chidori rubbed her arm nervously at the memory. She really didn't deserve it, felt so out of place. She didn't know any of them... she was not a part of that life, his life. She should not have been there when-
A storm of foreign words flashed before her vision, descending upon her at a frightening pace. Her eyes slammed shut involuntarily as she pressed her eyelids with the palm of her hands.
It occurred more and more frequently anymore, ever since the kidnapping. The faintly sterile smell, the taste of the nutrients... the visions. She recalled the invasions: while she was at school and alone, the words would be accompanied by a voice that seemed to whisper and tease. She would race to the bathroom, slamming her back against the cool wall out of breath, fighting for control. Again in the privacy of her apartment, the few hours she had to herself, she occasionally saw the edge of her vision blur and blacken; a haunting reminder.
This time... this time it was coming back to her more swiftly. Visiting her again, uninvited. At first, slowly invading her senses - the shore disappeared, swallowed by a blinding light. She instinctively hugged her arms around her cold body, could see the waves pulling away from her. Replaced by that white flash of light, the geometric whirlwind calling her. Drawing her toward its center.
I thought I'd find you here.
That voice.
She felt a shiver go down her arm as the faint sound reached her ear. It sounded so familiar. So taunting. She looked past her whipping hair desperate to find the source.
"Tell me!" She cried desparately against the wind deafening her. "Tell me who you are!"
No answer.
Chidori's sense of leadership took over, her resolve fortified. "I no longer fear you. I demand to know who you are! Why do you keep calling me!?"
Come to me. Touch my hand. And you will know.
The sourceless voice pulsated through her mind. The same request. The same simple request every time she felt she was losing her sanity. The same inviting request.
The orb of light drew her closer as her body and soul rebelled. Her grip was lessening, the pain shot through her body.
End your suffering. Simply touch my hand and we will become one. Forever.
Forever. Eternity. She didn't want to! The magnetic draw of the orb coaxing her closer, forever against her will.
"I will not."
But you will.
The voice was taunting her again, returning the answer so swiftly - as if it had known what she was going to say. The invisible rays slowly invaded her clouding vision as the energy permeated the air. Her clothing disappeared, the shapes began to blur, her universe spun. She could no longer cease her thoughts to form a coherent sentence, to shout into the eternal sphere of light.
She was going to lose. After the thousands of times she had vowed not to. Her mind distracted by her tresses whipped her exposed skin, bruising and searing, with the help from the force of the vacuum.
If only she understood this power.
What it was to be a Whispered.
Her grip was forced away suddenly and she shielded her eyes as she forced herself to look up. She felt her strength stripping away, her cry for help caught tight in her throat, her voice lost.
I want to be strong! she screamed inwardly.
You will be strong - with me.
It knew.
The voice and the light that owned it knew her every thought, her every emotion, her very soul. She clutched desparately to hold to something.
"Leave me alone!"
But I cannot my dear. Venom behind the word. I have always been a part of you. You only need to recognize it. Acknowledge it. And touch me. The gentle invitation...
She saw a hand outstretched, the milky rays kissing it gently. Occasionally she felt she could make out the form of a body, wavering in and out of sight, as if embodying waves of heat, cloaked by the light.
She felt so weak, longed to end these turbulent visions, the hand her anchor. The only certain thing. So harmless.
She had no reason to continue. She had failed and she felt the heavy burden on her shoulders. She could not keep up the fight. She was tired.
Convinced in her thoughts, her own shaky hand went out to meet it. Weary she felt her strength crumble. She would give in this time... she was too tired. The voice continued its taunt... approaching a low, inaudible laugh.
She watched her hand glide out amidst her wild strands of hair. The light held promise, an end.
-wait-
A small voice, faint, came through the laughter. She strained to hear it. She recoiled from the hand and held her face in her own.
"If I didn't have you, I would have been dead by now."
A simple glimpse, faded by the white light radiating behind it, but she swore she saw it. She strained to hear the proverbial words as she looked up. His face flashed before her and everything froze.
"I am here now, because you were there for me. So, please don't tell me you're all right on your own."
"Come home."
Disclaimer: Full Metal Panic does not belong to me...yet.
Right now it belongs to ADV Films, Gonzo Digimation and Shougi Gatou.Warning: You might not want to read if you have not yet seen the full series - just don't say I didn't warn ya
I quote the series but do not own by any means.This is my first fanfic... ever. Yeah, that's a warning.
~If I didn't have you, I would have been dead by now. I am here now, because you were there for me. So, please don't tell me you're all right on your own.~ FullMetal Panic* Episode 22
She brushed an almost undetectable strand of hair, matching the color of the ocean she viewed, out of her face. After enduring the strand tickling her eyelid with its presence for several minutes, she finally surrendered, adjusting and repositioning her white hat. Once again free to concentrate on the sun as it dipped languidly into the ocean, enjoying the warm sand between her toes.
He had brought her here just days ago. His favorite fishing spot... she smiled. He is a strange one, she thought, but felt a small twinge of pride at being the only one who had knowledge of this spot.
But she could take care of herself... besides, he led a different life. One she never would be a part of. He would never have to know. She gave a nervous smile. The sunlight invariably fell down on her, assuring her of her conclusion as the waves ebbed, keeping the rhythm of the universe.
The universe. Her thoughts led her more and more frequently back to the mysterious power she had. What was it to be a Whispered? She didn't feel any differently than before. She didn't feel she deserved any recognition for something she couldn't even control, hadn't known she even possessed until months ago. Something she’d had since she was born, unaware all the years of her life. Except for the little hints she had noticed - the amnesia, the violence that seemed to come so easily... the nightmares. Sighing in her confusion she cast a glance down at her sandals. Why am I here?
'Before school resumes, I request your official presence at Melida Island, since our most recent mission altered the original plans. Cordially yours, Teletha Testarossa'
She had read and reread the petite writing before she crushed the paper in her hand, a fretful reaction. Tessa had insisted on Chidori making an official visit to the base she never got to see.
Chidori rubbed her arm nervously at the memory. She really didn't deserve it, felt so out of place. She didn't know any of them... she was not a part of that life, his life. She should not have been there when-
A storm of foreign words flashed before her vision, descending upon her at a frightening pace. Her eyes slammed shut involuntarily as she pressed her eyelids with the palm of her hands.
It occurred more and more frequently anymore, ever since the kidnapping. The faintly sterile smell, the taste of the nutrients... the visions. She recalled the invasions: while she was at school and alone, the words would be accompanied by a voice that seemed to whisper and tease. She would race to the bathroom, slamming her back against the cool wall out of breath, fighting for control. Again in the privacy of her apartment, the few hours she had to herself, she occasionally saw the edge of her vision blur and blacken; a haunting reminder.
This time... this time it was coming back to her more swiftly. Visiting her again, uninvited. At first, slowly invading her senses - the shore disappeared, swallowed by a blinding light. She instinctively hugged her arms around her cold body, could see the waves pulling away from her. Replaced by that white flash of light, the geometric whirlwind calling her. Drawing her toward its center.
I thought I'd find you here.
That voice.
She felt a shiver go down her arm as the faint sound reached her ear. It sounded so familiar. So taunting. She looked past her whipping hair desperate to find the source.
"Tell me!" She cried desparately against the wind deafening her. "Tell me who you are!"
No answer.
Chidori's sense of leadership took over, her resolve fortified. "I no longer fear you. I demand to know who you are! Why do you keep calling me!?"
Come to me. Touch my hand. And you will know.
The sourceless voice pulsated through her mind. The same request. The same simple request every time she felt she was losing her sanity. The same inviting request.
The orb of light drew her closer as her body and soul rebelled. Her grip was lessening, the pain shot through her body.
End your suffering. Simply touch my hand and we will become one. Forever.
Forever. Eternity. She didn't want to! The magnetic draw of the orb coaxing her closer, forever against her will.
"I will not."
But you will.
The voice was taunting her again, returning the answer so swiftly - as if it had known what she was going to say. The invisible rays slowly invaded her clouding vision as the energy permeated the air. Her clothing disappeared, the shapes began to blur, her universe spun. She could no longer cease her thoughts to form a coherent sentence, to shout into the eternal sphere of light.
She was going to lose. After the thousands of times she had vowed not to. Her mind distracted by her tresses whipped her exposed skin, bruising and searing, with the help from the force of the vacuum.
If only she understood this power.
What it was to be a Whispered.
Her grip was forced away suddenly and she shielded her eyes as she forced herself to look up. She felt her strength stripping away, her cry for help caught tight in her throat, her voice lost.
I want to be strong! she screamed inwardly.
You will be strong - with me.
It knew.
The voice and the light that owned it knew her every thought, her every emotion, her very soul. She clutched desparately to hold to something.
"Leave me alone!"
But I cannot my dear. Venom behind the word. I have always been a part of you. You only need to recognize it. Acknowledge it. And touch me. The gentle invitation...
She saw a hand outstretched, the milky rays kissing it gently. Occasionally she felt she could make out the form of a body, wavering in and out of sight, as if embodying waves of heat, cloaked by the light.
She felt so weak, longed to end these turbulent visions, the hand her anchor. The only certain thing. So harmless.
She had no reason to continue. She had failed and she felt the heavy burden on her shoulders. She could not keep up the fight. She was tired.
Convinced in her thoughts, her own shaky hand went out to meet it. Weary she felt her strength crumble. She would give in this time... she was too tired. The voice continued its taunt... approaching a low, inaudible laugh.
She watched her hand glide out amidst her wild strands of hair. The light held promise, an end.
-wait-
A small voice, faint, came through the laughter. She strained to hear it. She recoiled from the hand and held her face in her own.
"If I didn't have you, I would have been dead by now."
A simple glimpse, faded by the white light radiating behind it, but she swore she saw it. She strained to hear the proverbial words as she looked up. His face flashed before her and everything froze.
"I am here now, because you were there for me. So, please don't tell me you're all right on your own."
"Come home."
Interesting beginning indeed MizChidori... 
Eh, I so owe him -big- time for all of his work and the rediculously long emails he entertains