Post by riza on Jun 6, 2010 21:55:19 GMT -5
north and south just hear his mouth
the hands get weak and knees give out
it was the first thing that he registered. the fact that it was pitch black but yet he heard sounds like waves as if he was at the beach. the only problem was that he couldn’t move, he was aware of the surroundings but it took so long, so much effort for the young male to simply open his eyes. the next thing that he registered was the pain that coursed through his body. a light groan of pain escaped from raidon’s pale pink lips as his eyelids slowly fluttered open only for him to roll his body onto his side coughing up the sea water onto the wet sand. it took surprisingly a lot of strength just for raidon to physically exert himself so that he could get onto his knees, he eventually did after the second attempt. the pain in his chest hurt due to the fact that he had fluid in his lung in which he coughed up.
what the fuck? his gold-hazel eyes narrowed in confusion as he scanned the foreign environment that he was in. this was a beach, exactly what was he doing here on a beach of all places? he tried to remember the last thing that he remembered only to feel that his head had been in a vice or something. raidon let out a gasp of pain as he doubled over in pain clutching his stomach and swore out loud, loud enough for the entire world to hear. the last thing that he really remembered was that when he was back in tokyo, japan to be exact --he had been undergoing an undercover mission as he was a bodyguard or at least training to be a bodyguard. he had been excelling in his performances and skills that he showed. but then it went wrong, the mission had been compromised and raidon was betrayed and attacked.
that was all he remembered, just a sharp pain from the head and then waking up on the beach. once the young male started to get his bearings and became more aware of the environment around him, it was then that he realised that his wrists had been tied up. his feet should have been tied up as well but perhaps his attackers didn’t have a chance to finish the job. where the hell was he?! by the looks of the place, he wasn’t in kansas anymore. it didn’t look like he was in japan anymore which was great because he had absolutely no idea where the fuck he was. it certainly didn’t help with the fact that the outfit he was wearing clung to his body tightly, accentuating every curve, hugging it perfectly. his hair was tied back with some reddish-brown strands framing his face, enhancing his feminine-like features.
just by first appearances, it was easy to mistake raidon for a female. the said outfit that he was wearing was a soaked kimono which slid off his right shoulder, exposing the bandage he wore underneath it for which was for decoration purposes. slowly but surely, the young male slowly stood up and stumbled a few times as he started to walk, simply wandering. he absently licked his pale pink lips grimacing somewhat as he tasted the salt water. after a while, he began to get frustrated as he had no idea where he was, hell he didn’t have his bearings at all. feeling the anger starting to fester up within himself, the young male sat down and let out an angry yell and screamed fuck. an exasperated sigh escaped from his pale pink lips as he let out a grunt before bringing his wrists up to his mouth rather impatiently.
it was then that he began to bite at his bindings which were tied rather tightly around his wrists. oh screw this, he couldn’t get it untied, due to the fact that it had been well and truly tied rather rightly. it was actually cutting into his wrists, but because he was running on adrenaline alone, he couldn’t feel the pain as it was dulled to an extent but there was blood seeping out as the bindings was cutting into his flesh due to his struggles. fucking assholes. once he got his hands on the bastards that did this to him, he was going to kill them. raidon stared into the sea and raised his head to glance up toward the sky and opened his pale pink lips in order to scream out his anger, allowing the sheer intensity of his temper to be vented out otherwise he would have bottled it up and it was not good for him if he did that. at all.
”where the FUCK am i?!”
