The Pain of Living (open, mature?)

It’s dark and I can’t hear anything, but I can tell that I’m surround by something so I still get that claustrophobic feeling. Maybe I’m dead? Maybe those little pixies my mama always told me not to play with put me in a box and left me? Remember, always listen to your mama; she is usually right about 90% of the time.

Anyways, I tried to move my arms and found I couldn’t. Well, I could move them a bit, like an inch to each side. And when I tried to lift them, my hands hit something less than three inches above me. Maybe I really am dead and they were nice enough to give me a coffin with padding! Wait, they only do that for rich and famous people, which I am/was definitely not.

So, I tried to call for help, thinking that if I’m not dead, then someone should hear me. All I did was hurt my ears because the sound rebounded back on me. Smart one, dumbass. Sighing, I opened my mouth to call again when I heard a dull thud hit the top of…whatever I’m in. Then I felt myself jolt forward and had the sensation of rising, which was kind of weird since I can’t see or feel anything really.

My container landed with a harsh (to me at least) bump and I heard muffled voices outside. The claustrophobia because worse then, because I knew how small a container I was in. Without thinking about it, I started to shout for help, calming down some when I heard reassurances from the other side that they were helping.

Something struck the top of my container/box thing repeatedly, a irritating clanging sound ringing out each time. It clicked in my brain that I was in a metal thing, and the idea that I had more information calmed me down somewhat. Though I was getting a headache from the clanging noise. How long did it take to break someone out of a metal thing?

Finally, after what seemed like years to me but was probably only a few minutes, a crack of light appeared. Then the top of my dark container was thrown off and I almost screamed again as that bright ass light people call the sun hit me. Instead of screaming, I let out a muffled yell because I had turned swiftly to the side and was pressing my face into the side of the box, attempting to curl up but couldn’t because of the damned sides.

I don’t know how long I was in the box, but when a pair of hands grabbed my arms to pull me out, it was the weirdest feeling I have ever felt in my life. My skin felt like it was on fire, yet so cold I would freeze to death. My nerves on my arm seemed to go into hyper drive, causing me to jerk away from whoever and press closer to the side of the box.

There was some yelling above me, though I think my ears were just over sensitive, and then an object was dropped on me. It took me a total of seven seconds to figure out it was a blanket. Then a strong pair of arms lifted me up, ignoring my, admittedly, weak protest. As whoever lifted me walked, it felt like each step someone was hitting my spine with a hammer. Tears actually sprung up in my eyes when we finally went into someone where dark, bringing me much needed relief.

I still hadn’t opened my eyes, knowing if I did, it would just be painful. So, when they laid me on a bed, I simply murmured a quiet “Thank you” and went back into the sweet darkness that waited to welcome me back.

(((OOC:/ I need someone to play a seme. Mine is obviously the uke in the relationship. Just have a picture so I know what your character looks like. My character's age is 17 so your character needs to be around that age, preferably older. And your character can either be the one who takes him to the room or was on the ship that got him.
Edit: This a magical rp. My character is a water nymph + vampire, so he is a mix. Your character can be human or a magical creature. Up to you.)))

He muttered some response to whoever had woken him up and tried to go back to sleep, but had the feeling that he had better get up. Then he remembered the previous events and shot up with a gasp, suddenly and very much awake, only to fall back down as his head spun from the quick movement. "Ow," he whimpered, holding his head and neck, which was also in pain for some reason. He cracked an eye open and saw a woman sitting on the edge of his bed. Wait, shirt was too open for a woman so it was a...man? Must be, his mind concluded. 'Yet with the long hair and delicate looking face, it was no surprise,' he thought, unconsciously admiring the male beside him.

"Um...hi?" He tried, not really sure what to say. His voice came out raspy and it hurt like hell to talk. How long was he in that box?! "Oh, I-I'm fine...just sore and thirsty. Can I have something to drink?" He knew it sounded rude, but he realized how parched his throat was and that might be why he couldn't talk right. Maybe getting some liquid down his throat would help. Kero blinked and found himself staring at the other male's face again, completely taken in by him. "Uh...um...W-what's your name?" Wait, why the hell was he stuttering like an idiot?! He was straight, for one thing, and he had just met the man...plus he was not gay!

He tore his eyes away from the man and focus on the room around him. It looked like a room that a ship would have, so that must mean that whoever saved him had been on a ship of some sort. How far from shore were they? The water nymph in him deducted that they were pretty far from shore. Once more, his thirst made itself known and he looked around for the drink he had asked for.


(((OOC:/ So...I'm guessing your character had black hair?? So hard to tell with black and white pics XD)))

He sucked the bottle of water down gratefully, gasping when he was done and mumbling a thank you. His throat felt so much better now. "Phoenix," he repeated. "I'm Kero. Thank you for getting me out of that thing." He smiled and nodded, "I'm almost always hungry." The prospect of having food in his stomach made his stomach growl as if impatient. He felt his cheeks heat up a little and wrapped his arms around his middle.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, keeping his arms around him. "Do you own this ship?" He asked. He had assumed that Phoenix owned it, but that was a stupid assumption on his part. Just because he was the first person Kero had seen didn't mean he was the captain. His jaws stretched in a yawn and he laid down, arms still around himself and legs still crossed. He glanced down at himself and realized that he was still wearing his school uniform along with his wrist-warmers. He grinned and tugged at them a little before putting his arms back where they had been.

Kero sighed quietly and felt his eyes go back to Phoenix. There was something about him that made Kero want to do anything for him, though he would never admit to that. He had pride too and there was no way he would let anyone know that he wanted to submit to a stranger that looked like a tranny. He bit his lip in punishment for thinking that. Just because a male is more beautiful than most the women that you know doesn't make them a transvestite! Still, he couldn't help from looking over Phoenix when he was turned away or looking somewhere else.

Trying not to look like a starving teenager, even though he was, Kero managed to keep from jumping on the food, but his eyes did light up like it was christmas and his mouth fell open in an exclamation of joy. So much food! And it was all for him! He forced himself to focus on what Phoenix was saying, telling himself that he could eat it later. "Okay, thank you!" He said, nodding along to the instructions. He watched Phoenix walk from the room, momentarily distracted by his hair. 'Pretty,' he thought as the door shut, cutting off his view.

He turned to the food, practically drooling as he took in the smell. He took a bite of the chicken, trying to eat it slowly and savor the taste but ended up scarfing down the food. He did take his time eating the watermelon because it had been a really long time since he had last had one and they were one of his favorite types of fruit. After he was done, he wondered if he should wait to change because it felt like his stomach had grown twice it's size and he was worried the clothes wouldn't fit. Still, it felt like he had been wearing his school clothes for awhile now.

He tried to think of his school, frowning when all he got was blurred memories that didn't really seem like a memory. What about his family? This time he caught glimpses of his family, almost like he was trying to find his family while walking through fog. It reminded him of the time they had gone to the beach and he had gotten lost in a ton of fog for hours. Biting his lip, he went over to the dresser and looked through the clothes while trying to remember anything about his past. Okay, so he knew his name, his age, and that he had a family of five. That was something, though he couldn't help but feel bad that he couldn't remember his family's names or their faces.

Kero sighed and changed into a pair of black jeans that were baggy, a plain white wifebeater, and a button up black shirt that he left open because he didn't feel like messing with the button. He stretched and moved his limbs in the clothes, now wondering how they had gotten it so close to his size. Maybe they just had another boy on the ship that was his size. He yawned, now tired again but this time he was warm, full and content. He stumbled to the bed and managed to get under the blankets, curling into a ball out of habit...Was this a habit of his? He squeezed his eyes shut tight and mumbled, "Don't think about it. Just sleep."


(((OOC:/ I just realized something. I typed this beginning in first person, then switched the third person. I'm sorry.)))

Phoenix stayed perfectly still in the chair, like a statue. A handsome, pale skinned statue. He finally stood to his feet and walked over to the bed. He stared at it. He wondered why he needed such a waste of space. Phoenix never slept. He never needed to sleep. Nor did he ever get that feeling to sleep. Too many bad things had happened to him and the ones he loved while he slept. He vowed he would never sleep again. He quickly grew tired of staring at the bed and walked out of his cabin. He walked to the bow of the ship and stared at the ocean water. The breeze from traveling quickly, whipped through his hair, frequently covering his face. After moments of this he lifted his head and the hair trailed behind it, blowing in the wind. Phoenix thought about many things and the reasons behind the things. He questioned every decision he had ever made, every risk he had ever taken. He always did this.

Soon, he was not alone. Gustav stood behind him, but before he spoke, Phoenix could hear and smell him. He took a deep breath and turned to face Gustav. "Yes, what is it?" Gustav kept his head down in shame as he spoke. "It's about the boy Master Sangre." Phoenix showed no change in facial expression, but he was very curious. "What about Kero?" His eyes glared at Gustav. Gustav paused again before speaking. "The crew, they can smell him. They talk about him." Phoenix grew tired of Gustav's games. "Yes, I'm sure they can smell him and talk of him, but why do you bother me now." Gustav finally looked up at his Master and spoke, "they want him. They desire him, Master..." Phoenix hissed and grabbed Gustav by the throat. "You tell the crew that if they so much as think about touching him... I will kill them myself!" As he finished his threat, he released Gustav. Gustav fell to his knees, gasping for air. He looked up at his Master and nodded his head. "Yes Master, I will tell them Master." He quickly ran from Phoenix and deep into other parts of the ship. Phoenix watched him until he was out of sight. He turned back to the ocean and stared as the waves crashed against the side of the ship. "Now I will have to keep a keen watch on the crew's actions and thoughts... Could this be any harder?"

((Hehehe... Don't worry about it! I thought you did that on purpose!!! I think it's cute!!))

Kero woke up, blinking and wondering what had woken him up. He couldn't sense anything in his room, yet he couldn't fall asleep, it felt like someone was watching him. Shivering, he sat up and pulled the blankets around him, peering around the room for lack of better things to do. It was a plain room, with only a cot, dresser, and a bench near the window. There was nothing in the room but himself yet he still couldn't shake the feeling. He stretched his hand out towards the green button, but stopped himself. Why would he call Phoenix here? There wasn't anything here and if he was the captain, he probably had a lot of things to do that didn't involve taking care of him.

He felt a twinge of hurt causing him to pause and wonder why he felt it. All he got was the fact that he kept staring at Phoenix and wanted to please him. Kero frowned and pushed the red button, waiting until someone came in. "Ask your captain if it's okay for me to look around the ship," he told him, watching as they went back out, shivering again when he felt their eyes on him. He laid back down, curling into a ball and a tangle of blankets that would take an escape artist to get out of if you weren't him. Now all he had to do was wait for an answer and then he could get a bearing of his surrounds. He hoped he wasn't going to be forced to stay in the room the entire time. He might be half vampire, but he still had water nymph in him and the love for water was strong in him.


(((OOC:/ *flinches and hisses at the word cute* I hate being called that And it was on accident ^^" Didn't even realize until the last post)))

"Thank you!" He called through the door and looked around for his shoes, frowning when he realized that he didn't have any. He shrugged and freed himself of the blankets, clambering out of the bed and making it to the door. A smile touched his lips when he opened the door and the smell of the sea hit him. It wasn't the same as the lake that his mother lived in, but it was still pleasant. He paused in mid-step, thinking hard. His mother was a lake nymph and the lake was called...His mother was a lake nymph, right? A silent groan left him as the information slipped away as fast as it had come.

He sighed and continued, soon coming to the deck of the ship, running to the edge to see the water. A happy exclamation floated from his mouth as he watched the water sparkle and twist, dancing below him and teeming with life. Kero leaned farther over the edge and stretched one of his hands down, calling to the water to come and greet him. It was harder than normal...was it? He ignored that and called again, thinking it was harder than normal because he was a freshwater nymph and this was the sea, so it didn't seem inclined to grant his request. He asked again, this time the water jumping up to splash his arm then sinking back down. Laughing, he leaned back, whispering sweet happy nothings to the sea. The sea had been happy to see him and wondered why he didn't come back to them. It was a trick. The gods and goddess of the beautiful water wanted to keep anyone who ventured into their depth. Kero reasoned that they were probably lonely.

"I'll come back and visit with you later!" He told it, still grinning. As he walked away, he heard an answering slap of water against the side of the ship, telling him that he was welcomed anytime. He wandered around the top of the ship, fascinated with it like a little kid. As he went towards the stairs leading to below, he remembered the crews' request about joining them for cards. He wasn't good with cards, but figured it would be rude to not accept, so he went down, looking around for them. Kero paused on the last step, trying to think back on the information that had been coming to his mind, yet kept slipping away every time he tried to bring it back up. Why was this happening? Maybe the sea would know; he could have possibly hit his head while in the box.

He took the last step and looked around for the other inhabitants of the ship. "Hello?" It was dark down here, so he moved farther in, thinking that they were possibly playing cards in their room or somewhere out of his immediate sight.

Kero smiled at Milo and followed him to the table, though everyone staring at him was making him uncomfortable. He gasped and tried to pull away when they grabbed him and tied him to the table, but wasn't strong or fast enough. "S-stop!" He jerked at the ropes, trying to get away from their hands as the pulled his shirt off and start on his pants. His body start to shake as he realized just exactly what they wanted to do to him, making him tug harder at the ropes. He heard a growl and his head swung to see Phoenix standing there, looking deadly and beautiful. Once the ropes were undone, he rubbed his raw wrists and practically sighed in relief when Phoenix took him out of there, though he wasn't too happy about being picked up.

He shuddered and brought his knees up to his chest. "Yeah, I'm okay. They didn't hurt me," he wrapped his arms around his torso like he had in his room. "Thank you," he whispered. "Guess I should have been more careful about walking around. Oh, thank you again for letting me walk around." Kero glanced up at the man before him, once again inthralled by him. He would probably never addmit it, but he had been impressed by how much control he had on this ship.

Phoenix stared at the frightened teen. 'Great, now he's all shaken up...' he thought to himself. He turned away from the boy and stared at his door. So many things were running rampant in his head. Should he scold the boy? Or try and understand what happened? He ran his hands through his long, flowing hair before turning to face him. "So what happened exactly?" he asked as he walked to his desk chair and sat down into it. He turned the chair to face Kero. Phoenix looked at hm, curious if he was in pain, curious on many things actually.

((Sorry it's uber short...))

He glanced up at Phoenix, then quickly looked back at his knees. "I pressed the button you told me called the crew members because I wanted one of them to ask you if I could wander around the ship a little bit. One of them answered my called, left for a bit, then came back and said that you said it was okay and they offered to let me play cards with them. So, I walked around, talked to the ocean for a bit, then went downstairs," he paused and half smiled, "It was dark and I should have turned away. I don't know why I didn't. Instead, I called to see if anyone was down there. They turned on a light and took me to the table, then tied me to it and started to take off my clothes...And then you showed up," he finished.

Kero sighed and looked up at Phoenix, "I'm okay now though." He smiled, absently tugging on his wrist warms that he had left on when he changed and put his knees down to sit cross-legged. "Sorry for causing trouble on your ship....What do I call you? I'm not sure whether to call you Captain, Sir, or Phoenix," he confessed half sheepishly.


(((OOC:/ It's okay. Mine's pretty short too)))