Albatross's Return
Chapter 14: Albatross's Return
The small cottage was now empty except for Meil and Kyra, who sat side-by-side in front of the fire. Every single member of the order was called by Nathan to a private meeting in another safe-house, leaving Meil and Kyra completely alone in the room.
Meil felt disappointed that he wasn't able to at least talk with his parents before Nathan had rushed them out. Before leaving, Nathan assured them before he left that they would be under the best protection in his house.
Meil and Kyra both had no idea how this tiny cottage could possibly be extraordinarily safe. Kyra stood up suddenly, making Meil tear his gaze from the dieing embers. She looked down at Meil, a somewhat familiar smile on her face. "Meil, how alone are we?", she asked, breaking the silence at last. Meil thought this was a rather odd question.
"Pretty alone, i'd say. All the order members left for some secret meeting." Kyra nodded, her smile stretching even wider. "But, Meil. Don't you see? We are truly alone.", she said, with an emphasis on her, "alone". Meil shrugged. "Yah, I would say this is pretty solitary." Kyra leaned down and put a stroked his face with a single paw.
"Don't you think maybe we could get away with something... you know, naughty?" Meil blinked. "Naughty? You mean sex, right?" Kyra giggled softly. "Of course, Meil. You know, I never got a chance to try out, oral sex." She began leaning closer, and Meil backed away until his back was against the bed frame.
"Kyra, you heard what Nathan said! The chain will get tighter if we keep doing this. I think we should just keep it in modera-" His sentence was cut short as Kyra kissed him passionately out of nowhere. When she released him, she looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, and tilted her head a little for effect. "Come, on Meil. It's just a little fun. Please..." Meil shuddered slightly as he felt her paw reach the bulge in his pants. "I can see you want it.", she purred.
Meil gave up reluctantly as she started unbuttoning his pants. He pushed himself onto the bed as she unveiled his erection to her very anxious mouth. "Finally, I get to taste it...", she moaned in longing, stroking the back with a soft paw.
Meil leaned back as she kneeled between his legs, as if bowing to him like her king. Kyra was close enough now that he could feel her hot breath on it, and her teasing seemed to awaken Meil. She was his servant; his maid and protecter. She wanted to pleasure him; she wanted to do things for him. He smiled, and sighed a mixture of content and ecstasy as her wet tongue passed over the sensitive skin.
Her tongue made long, sticky strokes along the back; it's rough, yet moist texture pleasing to the experience. She slowly began filling her mouth with Meil's wood, and Meil could feel her lips slide until they reached the base. Meil's entire rod was lost inside the warm, moist confides of Kyra's mouth. Now she began to bob her head; slowly at first, each pass coating the skin in her saliva. But she was now moving faster, her lips moving over the skin faster than it could comprehend it.
Meil closed his eyes, leaning his head back as she continued to clean his manhood, slowing down, but always keeping her mouth or tongue on the surface. With his eyes closed, all he could hear was the quiet crackling of the last embers in the fireplace, and the soft suckling noises coming from below. Meil opened his eyes, and happen to glance over at Nathan's desk, and saw a small camera sitting on top of a stack of papers.
"Hey, Kyra." Kyra looked up, a long strand of drool dribbling down her chin. "What?" Meil pointed, "If you could grab that camera, I could take pictures." Wiping her chin, she trotted over to the desk and took the camera back to Meil.
And without another word, got down on her knees once more, and continued to lick and suck wetly. Meil was glad to see it had enough film for a few more photographs. If Meil ever wanted to be a photographer, now was a good chance.
He focused on Kyra's face as best he could, and snapped the picture. The flash lit up Kyra's eyes for a split second as the slot on the camera spat the photo out. Meil took the picture, watching the gray blurs slowly become an image. He grinned. Kyra was smiling, her tongue working restlessly, looking up into the camera. "Nice.", he commented quietly.
A few more photographs later, Meil warned Kyra that if she resumed her current practice, she was going to end up with a mouth full. Kyra leaned back from her handy work, a long bridge of drool stuck to her lips.
She grabbed the hard, stiff rod in her paw, aimed it at her face, and began massaging it, faster and faster until Meil trembled in pleasure, dropping the camera onto the bed sheet as he gushed warm, gooey cum into her mouth, onto her nose and cheeks, some dribbling down her chin and onto her breast. "Oh, yeah...", Kyra purred, as another fresh wave of semen spattered her face, her mouth overflowing down her belly.
Meil grabbed the camera from the bed, his body still recovering from the intensity of the climax. "All right, smile.", Meil said, and Kyra stuck out her sticky tongue at the camera. "Okay, another." Kyra smiled toothily into the lens, her cute face dripping in Meil's milk.
"And one more for the show." She blew a kiss with a paw now sticky in the semen that was on her lips.
"Wow,", she laughed, looking at herself in one of the photographs. She wiped a paw over her messy muzzle. "I look like a glazed donut."
Meil jumped when he heard a sudden knock on the door. He and Kyra had been having a tender moment by the glow of the small fire they'd managed to light. Meil pushed the window open to a renewed rush of cold air, and the pitter-patter of the drizzling rain.
Sticking his head through the window, he could see a soaking Martin and Esemme standing in front of the door. "Who is it?", Kyra asked, pushing herself to her feet. "Just, Martin and Esemme.", Meil said, shutting the window.
He opened the door, and Martin sulked in saying, "We had to leave the meeting. The order was having an 'adult' conversation." Esemme padded in behind him. "So, I guess we're back early!", she smiled, closing the door behind her with the back of one scythe.
"Anyway, what have you two been doing while the order was away, hm?", Esemme asked, in a knowing voice. Both Meil and Kyra turned scarlet, not looking at each other. "Um, you know, j-just hanging around.", Meil laughed nervously.
"Oh, really? Well, then what are these?" She casually brushed her scythe over the stack of photographs on the desk. "It's none of your business.", Meil mumbled, looking up at the ceiling. "Oh, ho! What do we have here? My, my... Kyra sure dose look happy in this one.", Esemme teased.
The room was cast into deep shadows as the fire began to rot, only feeble wisps of flame managing to pop from the red-hot embers. Meil threw a quick glance over at Esemme and Martin, and practically fell off Nathan's desk chair.
Esemme was kissing Martin, and he was kissing her back, both silhouetted in front of the fire. The real reason this astounded Meil, was because he believed he and Kyra were the only human and Pokemon, who preformed such acts together.
Meil turned his head to Kyra, who was lying on the bed, her eyes closed in quiet content. Meil crawled silently over to Kyra, and shook her awake. He put a finger to his lips, and pointed to the couple. Kyra stared blearily over at them, then her face lit up when she realized who the shadows belonged to.
A few long minutes passed, watching the strange, yet romantic event taking place before them. Esemme was supporting herself with her scythes on the floor, as she leaned in; her face seemed to meld with Martin's.
Martin; so very timid and innocent, yet by the way he was holding Esemme, kissing her as passionately as Meil and Kyra ever had, it was obvious that they, like Meil and Kyra, felt a very strong bond.
Esemme brushed Martin's short, brown hair with a solitary scythe, being careful to avoid his ears. When their shadows finally separated, they suddenly realized what they'd just done. By their expressions, this had been the very first time they'd kissed.
Then they both turned slowly in unison to stare at Meil and Kyra, who returned their gaze. "Ah, hell. I forgot you guys were here.", Esemme said, grinning sheepishly. "You two are in love?", Meil asked tonelessly. "And if we are?", Esemme said, a hint of attitude in her surprisingly feminine voice. "We just didn't know...", Kyra muttered, echoing Meil's flat voice.
"Well, now you know.", Esemme grinned. Martin looked breathless, as if the kiss had knocked the wind out of him. "It's just that... you kissed.", Kyra said, regaining a tone of surprise in her voice. Esemme stood up suddenly, looking surprisingly tall. "What's wrong with kissing? Everyone does it! See?"
And before Meil, Martin, or Kyra could move, Esemme locked lips with Kyra. Meil fell out of his chair this time. Martin let out a small gasp. And Kyra made a muffled noise of alarm. Kyra pushed Esemme away, yet not with force or anger. But a slow, almost gentle shove back.
"At least give me a warning...", Kyra gasped. Esemme looked dumbfounded. "Sorry, I loose control like that sometimes.", she panted, flashing another sheepish smiled up up at Kyra.
"What was that?!", Meil finally managed to spluttered. "Fan service.", Esemme winked.
The room was growing so dark now, Meil had to squint to see anyone. The gas lamps set around the room had died, and now the fire was reaching the same stage. "Hey, Meil. Maybe if you poke the embers with the prong, you might be able to get a flame.", Esemme suggested.
Meil groped for the fire prong on the rack, and shoved it around the faintly glowing balls of ash. Sparks shot up from the embers and Meil tried pulling the prong back, but it caught suddenly. He pulled, but the prong appeared to be hooked onto something hidden under the embers.
"What is it, Meil?", Kyra asked, noticing his struggle. "I can't get the damn thing loose!", Meil complained, pulling left and right, trying to free the prong. "Let me try.", she suggested, kneeling beside Meil. She grabbed the prong in both paws, and pulled as hard as she could.
The prong seemed to be moving upwards. There was a squeak of hinges as a trap door was swung open by it's handle, which had been what the prong was hooked to. Embers piled in one side of the fireplace as the door pushed them aside. "...I think I found what it's hooked on.", Kyra said, in a quiet voice. Meil nodded. "I think you did."
All four of them peered down the square of blackness that must lead below the earth they now sat on. It was big enough for even a very large person to fall through. "What do you think it is?", Martin asked anxiously, as if he expected a monster of sorts to burst from the trapdoor at any moment. "Well, only one way to find out, eh?", Esemme smirked.
She leaned in, looking deeper into tunnel. Suddenly, there was a yelp of surprise as Esemme's scythes slipped on the cold tile of the fire place, and she plunged head-first down the tunnel. "Esemme!", Martin cried, trying in vain to reach into the forbidding darkness that had swallowed her.
Martin looked up at Meil and Kyra in terror. "I'v got to go rescue her!", he said desperately. Meil attempted to calm Martin down. "Martin, maybe we should call the order-"
"No!" Martin's eyes were welling up with tears. "I'v gotta go! Esemme has saved my life countless times! Now I have to save hers!" And shutting his eyes tightly, he dropped through the opening, and vanished. Meil and Kyra now looked at each other. "We better go. They have no idea what's in there."
Meil gulped. "But neither do we." Kyra grinned, and kissed Meil on the cheek. "I'll be with you.", she whispered. Meil took her paw shakily, and looking down the dark hole, they both fell through.
Meil felt Kyra grab him in midair as he watched the tiny square of light above him shrink into nothing but a star as they fell through what seemed to be complete blackness. Meil shut his eyes tightly. It seemed to take forever for them to hit bottom.
Meil felt a familiar rush as they fell through water. But for some strange reason, they fell through the water, hitting a cold stone floor. Their descent had been slowed by the strange wall of water that seemed to be suspended above them, set in the shaft they'd just fallen through.
Kyra opened her eyes, looking up at the floating wall of bluish water rippling strangely above them. She and Meil got to their feet, looking ahead of them down a stone corridor, lit dimly by a few flickering torches in brackets. The short corridor led to large, wooden doors. "Do you see Martin or Esemme?", Kyra asked, her voice echoing down the corridor, and up the shaft.
"No, I think they went through that door.", Meil said. "Why would they go wandering off through the door?", Kyra asked, walking towards it with Meil trailing behind. "Beats me.", he shrugged, pushing open the door with a loud squeak.
They entered an enormous, dark, stone room. The most noticeable feature of the room was a massive steel chain, one end connecting to a hook on the wall, the other connecting to what appeared to be the broken collar belonging to a gigantic beast that had escaped somehow.
Kyra eyed the collar wearily as she and Meil stepped over to another door at the end of this room. They pushed it open slowly, and Kyra let out a scream, jumping back as a horrible, pale, white figure emerged from the doorway. It was, what appeared to be, a long forgotten corpse of an old man, his long, stringy beard falling past his chest.
He had been leaning on the other side of the door they had just opened apparently. His empty eye sockets stared up at Meil, as tried to tread around the old mans body, when he suddenly felt a cold, clammy hand on his ankle. He cried out, jumping back. Kyra skidded backwards, and hit the corpse with a Dark Pulse.
The corpse suddenly burst into bright pink goo, and began to shrink rapidly. An unconscious Ditto lay on the stone floor where the dead body had been only moments before. "It was just a Ditto.", Meil said, letting out a long breath of relief. Kyra looked disgusted. "Is this someone's idea of a joke?"
"No, someone obviously was trying to scare us away from here.", Meil said. Kyra scooped the Ditto up in her arms. "Come on, Kyra.", Meil called. Kyra quickly fell into stride with Meil. "Why did you bring that?", he asked, pointing at the Ditto. "We couldn't just leave it there.", she said sympathetically. Meil shrugged. "Suit yourself."
They were walking down another stone corridor similar to the last one, with another door at the end. This room was much smaller than the last one, with only a few assorted chairs and tables.
It was getting harder to see, as the few torches that dotted the walls gave off very little light. Kyra shifted the Ditto in to one arm, and held up her other paw. She charged an Aura Sphere on that paw, holding it above her.
It gave off a soft, blue light, that lit up the room enough for Meil to make out another door on the other side. It seemed as though Martin and Esemme had simply disappeared. Meil could not imagine how they could've gotten this far, this quickly.
Meil tried the door. It was locked. He threw his entire weight against it. "Damn it! It's locked tight!", he said, throwing his shoulder against the door once more. "Look! There are keys here Meil!" Sure enough, a small table in the very middle of the room had a pile of small, rusty keys on it.
"Yah, but which one is it? There must be like a hundred.", Meil muttered, shuffling through the keys as if he expected the right one to find itself.
He tried one key after the other, but not one seemed to work. "What about, Ditto?", Kyra suggested tentatively. "What about it?", Meil asked irritably, trying the same key for second time. "Maybe it could fit in the keyhole and unlock it.", Kyra murmured.
Meil turned to her. "You think it would work?" Kyra half shrugged, still holding her Aura Sphere above her head. "We can try." Kyra pushed the Ditto's face against the keyhole. "Come on, Transform.", she urged it.
The Ditto slowly slipped into the key hole, as if sucked through. "Ditto, see if you can unlock the door.", Kyra said loudly through the keyhole. Meil and Kyra stood there in silence, staring at the keyhole for another minute.
There was a small click, and the Ditto slowly oozed out of the keyhole. Kyra caught the squirming Ditto in her arms. "It worked!", she smiled, as Meil turned the knob successfully.
In this room has a long flight flight of stone steps, leading down to a raised platform in the middle of the large room. On the platform was a small chest, bound by chains to the floor. Standing on the platform was a tall man, with sharp, jet-black hair.
Coal was standing, facing the opposite direction, staring absently up at the ceiling, which had a strange, rippling, blue glow. Like water was reflected upon it.
At the sound of footsteps on stone, he turned. His expression was unlike the usual grim, angry grimace he wore. He looked anxious, and somewhat baffled. "W-What are you doing here?", he stuttered, as Meil and Kyra trotted down the stairs. "We'd like to know that too.", Meil replied, not letting his guard down, despite Coal's docile expression.
"Why are you here?", he said shakily. "We're looking for Martin and Esemme, the ones you threatened to kill!", Meil said, louder than he'd meant to. Coal looked back at the small, steel chest on the platform. "I haven't seen them.", he muttered. "And I regret my actions towards them." He shoved his hands deep in his pockets.
"Well, what are you doing here? And how did you get down here?", Meil asked. Coal shrugged, looking down at his shoes. "I got here through a passage hidden in below the river." He pointed to a large opening in the wall behind him, that looked as though it had been blasted open.
"And, I'm here because a man named Albatross promised he would bring Venus back to life for me. He said there would be a chest that held the secret to bringing her back.
And all I needed was this key." He drew a strange, silver key, covered in odd, curving designs. "But he told me not to open it until he got here."
Meil stepped back, and so did Kyra. "Albatross...?", Meil croaked. "Yes.", Coal nodded. Meil and Kyra looked at each other. "Coal, Albatross is the name of the leader of The Order of the New Moon!-" "You could be correct, Meil Narcia.", said a loud, strong voice from behind them.
Meil and Kyra whirled on the spot. Albatross was not Meil had expected. He was very tall, wearing a slick, sophisticated black suit and tie. He looked young, in his early 30's. He had delicate locks of dark hair curling on his head. His face was clean-shaven, and a pair of glasses were set low on the bridge of his long nose.
He grinned down at them with a sinister smile. "Hello, friends.
I believe this is the end of the line for you."
:Authors Notes:
I'd rather you not comment about how the sex scene was "out of place" and crap, because the last time I submitted a story without sex scenes, people thought I should've put some in there. So I did. Be happy, dammit! >:0
The small cottage was now empty except for Meil and Kyra, who sat side-by-side in front of the fire. Every single member of the order was called by Nathan to a private meeting in another safe-house, leaving Meil and Kyra completely alone in the room.
Meil felt disappointed that he wasn't able to at least talk with his parents before Nathan had rushed them out. Before leaving, Nathan assured them before he left that they would be under the best protection in his house.
Meil and Kyra both had no idea how this tiny cottage could possibly be extraordinarily safe. Kyra stood up suddenly, making Meil tear his gaze from the dieing embers. She looked down at Meil, a somewhat familiar smile on her face. "Meil, how alone are we?", she asked, breaking the silence at last. Meil thought this was a rather odd question.
"Pretty alone, i'd say. All the order members left for some secret meeting." Kyra nodded, her smile stretching even wider. "But, Meil. Don't you see? We are truly alone.", she said, with an emphasis on her, "alone". Meil shrugged. "Yah, I would say this is pretty solitary." Kyra leaned down and put a stroked his face with a single paw.
"Don't you think maybe we could get away with something... you know, naughty?" Meil blinked. "Naughty? You mean sex, right?" Kyra giggled softly. "Of course, Meil. You know, I never got a chance to try out, oral sex." She began leaning closer, and Meil backed away until his back was against the bed frame.
"Kyra, you heard what Nathan said! The chain will get tighter if we keep doing this. I think we should just keep it in modera-" His sentence was cut short as Kyra kissed him passionately out of nowhere. When she released him, she looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, and tilted her head a little for effect. "Come, on Meil. It's just a little fun. Please..." Meil shuddered slightly as he felt her paw reach the bulge in his pants. "I can see you want it.", she purred.
Meil gave up reluctantly as she started unbuttoning his pants. He pushed himself onto the bed as she unveiled his erection to her very anxious mouth. "Finally, I get to taste it...", she moaned in longing, stroking the back with a soft paw.
Meil leaned back as she kneeled between his legs, as if bowing to him like her king. Kyra was close enough now that he could feel her hot breath on it, and her teasing seemed to awaken Meil. She was his servant; his maid and protecter. She wanted to pleasure him; she wanted to do things for him. He smiled, and sighed a mixture of content and ecstasy as her wet tongue passed over the sensitive skin.
Her tongue made long, sticky strokes along the back; it's rough, yet moist texture pleasing to the experience. She slowly began filling her mouth with Meil's wood, and Meil could feel her lips slide until they reached the base. Meil's entire rod was lost inside the warm, moist confides of Kyra's mouth. Now she began to bob her head; slowly at first, each pass coating the skin in her saliva. But she was now moving faster, her lips moving over the skin faster than it could comprehend it.
Meil closed his eyes, leaning his head back as she continued to clean his manhood, slowing down, but always keeping her mouth or tongue on the surface. With his eyes closed, all he could hear was the quiet crackling of the last embers in the fireplace, and the soft suckling noises coming from below. Meil opened his eyes, and happen to glance over at Nathan's desk, and saw a small camera sitting on top of a stack of papers.
"Hey, Kyra." Kyra looked up, a long strand of drool dribbling down her chin. "What?" Meil pointed, "If you could grab that camera, I could take pictures." Wiping her chin, she trotted over to the desk and took the camera back to Meil.
And without another word, got down on her knees once more, and continued to lick and suck wetly. Meil was glad to see it had enough film for a few more photographs. If Meil ever wanted to be a photographer, now was a good chance.
He focused on Kyra's face as best he could, and snapped the picture. The flash lit up Kyra's eyes for a split second as the slot on the camera spat the photo out. Meil took the picture, watching the gray blurs slowly become an image. He grinned. Kyra was smiling, her tongue working restlessly, looking up into the camera. "Nice.", he commented quietly.
A few more photographs later, Meil warned Kyra that if she resumed her current practice, she was going to end up with a mouth full. Kyra leaned back from her handy work, a long bridge of drool stuck to her lips.
She grabbed the hard, stiff rod in her paw, aimed it at her face, and began massaging it, faster and faster until Meil trembled in pleasure, dropping the camera onto the bed sheet as he gushed warm, gooey cum into her mouth, onto her nose and cheeks, some dribbling down her chin and onto her breast. "Oh, yeah...", Kyra purred, as another fresh wave of semen spattered her face, her mouth overflowing down her belly.
Meil grabbed the camera from the bed, his body still recovering from the intensity of the climax. "All right, smile.", Meil said, and Kyra stuck out her sticky tongue at the camera. "Okay, another." Kyra smiled toothily into the lens, her cute face dripping in Meil's milk.
"And one more for the show." She blew a kiss with a paw now sticky in the semen that was on her lips.
"Wow,", she laughed, looking at herself in one of the photographs. She wiped a paw over her messy muzzle. "I look like a glazed donut."
Meil jumped when he heard a sudden knock on the door. He and Kyra had been having a tender moment by the glow of the small fire they'd managed to light. Meil pushed the window open to a renewed rush of cold air, and the pitter-patter of the drizzling rain.
Sticking his head through the window, he could see a soaking Martin and Esemme standing in front of the door. "Who is it?", Kyra asked, pushing herself to her feet. "Just, Martin and Esemme.", Meil said, shutting the window.
He opened the door, and Martin sulked in saying, "We had to leave the meeting. The order was having an 'adult' conversation." Esemme padded in behind him. "So, I guess we're back early!", she smiled, closing the door behind her with the back of one scythe.
"Anyway, what have you two been doing while the order was away, hm?", Esemme asked, in a knowing voice. Both Meil and Kyra turned scarlet, not looking at each other. "Um, you know, j-just hanging around.", Meil laughed nervously.
"Oh, really? Well, then what are these?" She casually brushed her scythe over the stack of photographs on the desk. "It's none of your business.", Meil mumbled, looking up at the ceiling. "Oh, ho! What do we have here? My, my... Kyra sure dose look happy in this one.", Esemme teased.
The room was cast into deep shadows as the fire began to rot, only feeble wisps of flame managing to pop from the red-hot embers. Meil threw a quick glance over at Esemme and Martin, and practically fell off Nathan's desk chair.
Esemme was kissing Martin, and he was kissing her back, both silhouetted in front of the fire. The real reason this astounded Meil, was because he believed he and Kyra were the only human and Pokemon, who preformed such acts together.
Meil turned his head to Kyra, who was lying on the bed, her eyes closed in quiet content. Meil crawled silently over to Kyra, and shook her awake. He put a finger to his lips, and pointed to the couple. Kyra stared blearily over at them, then her face lit up when she realized who the shadows belonged to.
A few long minutes passed, watching the strange, yet romantic event taking place before them. Esemme was supporting herself with her scythes on the floor, as she leaned in; her face seemed to meld with Martin's.
Martin; so very timid and innocent, yet by the way he was holding Esemme, kissing her as passionately as Meil and Kyra ever had, it was obvious that they, like Meil and Kyra, felt a very strong bond.
Esemme brushed Martin's short, brown hair with a solitary scythe, being careful to avoid his ears. When their shadows finally separated, they suddenly realized what they'd just done. By their expressions, this had been the very first time they'd kissed.
Then they both turned slowly in unison to stare at Meil and Kyra, who returned their gaze. "Ah, hell. I forgot you guys were here.", Esemme said, grinning sheepishly. "You two are in love?", Meil asked tonelessly. "And if we are?", Esemme said, a hint of attitude in her surprisingly feminine voice. "We just didn't know...", Kyra muttered, echoing Meil's flat voice.
"Well, now you know.", Esemme grinned. Martin looked breathless, as if the kiss had knocked the wind out of him. "It's just that... you kissed.", Kyra said, regaining a tone of surprise in her voice. Esemme stood up suddenly, looking surprisingly tall. "What's wrong with kissing? Everyone does it! See?"
And before Meil, Martin, or Kyra could move, Esemme locked lips with Kyra. Meil fell out of his chair this time. Martin let out a small gasp. And Kyra made a muffled noise of alarm. Kyra pushed Esemme away, yet not with force or anger. But a slow, almost gentle shove back.
"At least give me a warning...", Kyra gasped. Esemme looked dumbfounded. "Sorry, I loose control like that sometimes.", she panted, flashing another sheepish smiled up up at Kyra.
"What was that?!", Meil finally managed to spluttered. "Fan service.", Esemme winked.
The room was growing so dark now, Meil had to squint to see anyone. The gas lamps set around the room had died, and now the fire was reaching the same stage. "Hey, Meil. Maybe if you poke the embers with the prong, you might be able to get a flame.", Esemme suggested.
Meil groped for the fire prong on the rack, and shoved it around the faintly glowing balls of ash. Sparks shot up from the embers and Meil tried pulling the prong back, but it caught suddenly. He pulled, but the prong appeared to be hooked onto something hidden under the embers.
"What is it, Meil?", Kyra asked, noticing his struggle. "I can't get the damn thing loose!", Meil complained, pulling left and right, trying to free the prong. "Let me try.", she suggested, kneeling beside Meil. She grabbed the prong in both paws, and pulled as hard as she could.
The prong seemed to be moving upwards. There was a squeak of hinges as a trap door was swung open by it's handle, which had been what the prong was hooked to. Embers piled in one side of the fireplace as the door pushed them aside. "...I think I found what it's hooked on.", Kyra said, in a quiet voice. Meil nodded. "I think you did."
All four of them peered down the square of blackness that must lead below the earth they now sat on. It was big enough for even a very large person to fall through. "What do you think it is?", Martin asked anxiously, as if he expected a monster of sorts to burst from the trapdoor at any moment. "Well, only one way to find out, eh?", Esemme smirked.
She leaned in, looking deeper into tunnel. Suddenly, there was a yelp of surprise as Esemme's scythes slipped on the cold tile of the fire place, and she plunged head-first down the tunnel. "Esemme!", Martin cried, trying in vain to reach into the forbidding darkness that had swallowed her.
Martin looked up at Meil and Kyra in terror. "I'v got to go rescue her!", he said desperately. Meil attempted to calm Martin down. "Martin, maybe we should call the order-"
"No!" Martin's eyes were welling up with tears. "I'v gotta go! Esemme has saved my life countless times! Now I have to save hers!" And shutting his eyes tightly, he dropped through the opening, and vanished. Meil and Kyra now looked at each other. "We better go. They have no idea what's in there."
Meil gulped. "But neither do we." Kyra grinned, and kissed Meil on the cheek. "I'll be with you.", she whispered. Meil took her paw shakily, and looking down the dark hole, they both fell through.
Meil felt Kyra grab him in midair as he watched the tiny square of light above him shrink into nothing but a star as they fell through what seemed to be complete blackness. Meil shut his eyes tightly. It seemed to take forever for them to hit bottom.
Meil felt a familiar rush as they fell through water. But for some strange reason, they fell through the water, hitting a cold stone floor. Their descent had been slowed by the strange wall of water that seemed to be suspended above them, set in the shaft they'd just fallen through.
Kyra opened her eyes, looking up at the floating wall of bluish water rippling strangely above them. She and Meil got to their feet, looking ahead of them down a stone corridor, lit dimly by a few flickering torches in brackets. The short corridor led to large, wooden doors. "Do you see Martin or Esemme?", Kyra asked, her voice echoing down the corridor, and up the shaft.
"No, I think they went through that door.", Meil said. "Why would they go wandering off through the door?", Kyra asked, walking towards it with Meil trailing behind. "Beats me.", he shrugged, pushing open the door with a loud squeak.
They entered an enormous, dark, stone room. The most noticeable feature of the room was a massive steel chain, one end connecting to a hook on the wall, the other connecting to what appeared to be the broken collar belonging to a gigantic beast that had escaped somehow.
Kyra eyed the collar wearily as she and Meil stepped over to another door at the end of this room. They pushed it open slowly, and Kyra let out a scream, jumping back as a horrible, pale, white figure emerged from the doorway. It was, what appeared to be, a long forgotten corpse of an old man, his long, stringy beard falling past his chest.
He had been leaning on the other side of the door they had just opened apparently. His empty eye sockets stared up at Meil, as tried to tread around the old mans body, when he suddenly felt a cold, clammy hand on his ankle. He cried out, jumping back. Kyra skidded backwards, and hit the corpse with a Dark Pulse.
The corpse suddenly burst into bright pink goo, and began to shrink rapidly. An unconscious Ditto lay on the stone floor where the dead body had been only moments before. "It was just a Ditto.", Meil said, letting out a long breath of relief. Kyra looked disgusted. "Is this someone's idea of a joke?"
"No, someone obviously was trying to scare us away from here.", Meil said. Kyra scooped the Ditto up in her arms. "Come on, Kyra.", Meil called. Kyra quickly fell into stride with Meil. "Why did you bring that?", he asked, pointing at the Ditto. "We couldn't just leave it there.", she said sympathetically. Meil shrugged. "Suit yourself."
They were walking down another stone corridor similar to the last one, with another door at the end. This room was much smaller than the last one, with only a few assorted chairs and tables.
It was getting harder to see, as the few torches that dotted the walls gave off very little light. Kyra shifted the Ditto in to one arm, and held up her other paw. She charged an Aura Sphere on that paw, holding it above her.
It gave off a soft, blue light, that lit up the room enough for Meil to make out another door on the other side. It seemed as though Martin and Esemme had simply disappeared. Meil could not imagine how they could've gotten this far, this quickly.
Meil tried the door. It was locked. He threw his entire weight against it. "Damn it! It's locked tight!", he said, throwing his shoulder against the door once more. "Look! There are keys here Meil!" Sure enough, a small table in the very middle of the room had a pile of small, rusty keys on it.
"Yah, but which one is it? There must be like a hundred.", Meil muttered, shuffling through the keys as if he expected the right one to find itself.
He tried one key after the other, but not one seemed to work. "What about, Ditto?", Kyra suggested tentatively. "What about it?", Meil asked irritably, trying the same key for second time. "Maybe it could fit in the keyhole and unlock it.", Kyra murmured.
Meil turned to her. "You think it would work?" Kyra half shrugged, still holding her Aura Sphere above her head. "We can try." Kyra pushed the Ditto's face against the keyhole. "Come on, Transform.", she urged it.
The Ditto slowly slipped into the key hole, as if sucked through. "Ditto, see if you can unlock the door.", Kyra said loudly through the keyhole. Meil and Kyra stood there in silence, staring at the keyhole for another minute.
There was a small click, and the Ditto slowly oozed out of the keyhole. Kyra caught the squirming Ditto in her arms. "It worked!", she smiled, as Meil turned the knob successfully.
In this room has a long flight flight of stone steps, leading down to a raised platform in the middle of the large room. On the platform was a small chest, bound by chains to the floor. Standing on the platform was a tall man, with sharp, jet-black hair.
Coal was standing, facing the opposite direction, staring absently up at the ceiling, which had a strange, rippling, blue glow. Like water was reflected upon it.
At the sound of footsteps on stone, he turned. His expression was unlike the usual grim, angry grimace he wore. He looked anxious, and somewhat baffled. "W-What are you doing here?", he stuttered, as Meil and Kyra trotted down the stairs. "We'd like to know that too.", Meil replied, not letting his guard down, despite Coal's docile expression.
"Why are you here?", he said shakily. "We're looking for Martin and Esemme, the ones you threatened to kill!", Meil said, louder than he'd meant to. Coal looked back at the small, steel chest on the platform. "I haven't seen them.", he muttered. "And I regret my actions towards them." He shoved his hands deep in his pockets.
"Well, what are you doing here? And how did you get down here?", Meil asked. Coal shrugged, looking down at his shoes. "I got here through a passage hidden in below the river." He pointed to a large opening in the wall behind him, that looked as though it had been blasted open.
"And, I'm here because a man named Albatross promised he would bring Venus back to life for me. He said there would be a chest that held the secret to bringing her back.
And all I needed was this key." He drew a strange, silver key, covered in odd, curving designs. "But he told me not to open it until he got here."
Meil stepped back, and so did Kyra. "Albatross...?", Meil croaked. "Yes.", Coal nodded. Meil and Kyra looked at each other. "Coal, Albatross is the name of the leader of The Order of the New Moon!-" "You could be correct, Meil Narcia.", said a loud, strong voice from behind them.
Meil and Kyra whirled on the spot. Albatross was not Meil had expected. He was very tall, wearing a slick, sophisticated black suit and tie. He looked young, in his early 30's. He had delicate locks of dark hair curling on his head. His face was clean-shaven, and a pair of glasses were set low on the bridge of his long nose.
He grinned down at them with a sinister smile. "Hello, friends.
I believe this is the end of the line for you."
:Authors Notes:
I'd rather you not comment about how the sex scene was "out of place" and crap, because the last time I submitted a story without sex scenes, people thought I should've put some in there. So I did. Be happy, dammit! >:0