Excerpt: Sapphires and Rubys

So my teach made me post the following, I really didn' feel like skimming so I'm grabbing the bit I remember finding decent so yeah, fook this. But if I printed it all it'd be 52 pages so YEAH! Most I ever written before this was 12,003 on a 8 chapter yaoi fanfic ._. So yeah, its abit long... Moving on:

Bit of part who-knows-anymore-cause-I-don't... okay its bit of part 5, MOVING ON:

"I heard from a kid a long time ago he heard voices that sounded evil and cruel. When I asked him when and how he told me he was walking by the highway when a voice told him to walk out into the street. He was confused but scared so he did and heard a car. He immediately ran and barely missed being hit. So I was curious and went to that very street and stood close enough to get hit without major damage or death. Well I got hit and was close to death..."

Hells gates appeared. A large door with several odd imprints, a few oddly drawn circles an strange creatures. But he went up to them anyway. Thats when a shadowed figure peeked through. He saw flames and red, as if this was what he needed to know. He inched forward and peered inside, the shadow hung over him.

"What are you doing in a place like this?" The figures eyes narrowed, "Ah. I see. Curiousity. Well you must be the first to ever come this close without fleeing," a smile gleamed evily through the door.

"I can't run if I came so willingly," the boy crossed his arm, "Why should I go back now? I want answers first."

"Mm hm hm. Oh? What are you looking to acquire by standing at the gates of hell?" The figure seemed amused with this rare change of scene.

"Kids at school have mentioned a voice. Who is it? What does it want?" Miro glared at the figure.

"Hm? How should I know? However," The figure grinned, "have these children lost close people?"

"Well yes, I think so." He tried remembering.

"Ah. Then there is the answer. Those dead members have left part of them with those children and are speaking to them."

"How!?" Miro stared at the unmoving creature.

"Simple. They can speak to any souls that have part of them. Most often those children obey the voices and get killed. Lucky for them, heavens don't punish those the mighty hell residents caused." The grin got even more wicked.

Miro felt uneasy, "There is a price for meddling with humans. The books said so."

The creature laughed manically and Miro flinched, "OF COURSE!! THOSE THAT MEDDLE HAVE THEIR SOULS FOREVER FLAMED! THEY ENDURE THEIR SENTENCE TENFOLD!"

Miro shivered, "Wh- What are you?"

The creature tilted its head, "You got the information you desired. Now you pay the price," a black and red hand grabbed his shirt and pulled him in, the doors slamming shut as he screamed.

Miro looked at Soka seriously with darkened eyes, "I dared to speak with the creature and in exchage I suffered through three thousand years of torture. However the human world only felt three days. I couldn't believe one bit that I was only gone three days. Of course the thing told me hell felt one thousand years every day. Saying only three days to repay for the information that was divulged. I was told that hell makes no exception to prices and I was lucky I was only there so little time. That most never leave. I had forgotten all that I knew of the human world and almost died. My soul almost suffered longer for trying to learn a small amount of information."

Soka seemed shocked, "Oh my... but... after?" His words were so lost at this. Miro KNEW about hell and may have learned valuble things.

Miro sighed heavily, "They thought it was amnesia. But I learned alot. Many souls told me many things to tell the human world upon my return. They said there were many reasons they were there. My point is I had no idea you knew about this. If I did I would have told you sooner. I thought you seemed burdened when I told you and that you seem to think it was related to you. No doubt it is meant to both of us though."

Soka was still in shock so Miro flipped open the book, "I won't lie to you. I can't read alot of this," he smiled his foolish carefree smile.

Soka snapped back to the present, "Huh? Oh that. I can understand the words but meaning isn't as clear."

Miro tossed the book back, "You read. I'll make sense of it."

"But-"

"By the way, how are you familar with hell," Miro glanced at him.

"I can't deal the hand for hell when they call the shots," Soka responded, testing Miros ability to decipher.

"Meaning hell holds the cards, deals them, and plays them. Leaving us all losing hands each game. So to defeat hell you must defeat what they need." Miro kept a serious look and Soka sighed in defeat.

"You can understand but you just use more riddles..." He glanced at the dark haired boys ruby eyes and thought of something, "Miro. Your eyes? Are they naturally like that?"

Miro seemed shock Soka noticed a minor thing but figured he shouldn't be, "There is a secret behind them. One of which would raise hell and erase all those around me know."

"Tell me," Soka pressed.

"I can't. The best I can say is they think they are but they are not." Miro got up and headed to the door, "You may figure it out. If so don't speak it. The hells would just love this little secret." With that he left, closing the door on the way.

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It goes on but thats all I posting...