Liebesleid Chapter 5 (Ib fanfiction)It's so dark...so very dark. He knows for sure he's dead, but he can still hear the beating of his concrete heart against his steel ribs, taut skin stretched across metal framework.
She's not here. The darkness slides away as he blinks with non-existent eyelids and sucks in a breath with quicksand-filled lungs.
This world is empty. There is no Ivonne waiting for him with open arms and a warm smile. Nothing but blankness, miles and miles of empty, empty loneliness.
It's too much.
The realization that he is forever trapped in a cage of his own design- he can only watch numbly as he sinks to his iron knees, acidic tears burning holes into his eyes, his hands.
Over the endless decades, he gets accustomed to it. Watching as his artwork takes on a life of its own, devouring people, spitting them back out if they are indigestible.
Behind carnivorous, candy-colored bars consisting of mannequins and lady fingers, he can only dream pointlessly.
Until they arrive. A tiny, crimso
Liebesleid Chapter 8 (Ib fanfiction)After picking up the water-stained pages of the last sonata outside of the mirrored room, Ib closed her eyes and leaned against a wall. She knew she didn't have much time left, but she was so tired and cold...her rose was still in her pocket. She hadn't looked at it ever since leaping out of Ivonne's painting, and she could tell that it was missing at least two petals. With a sigh, she rose, eyes shut, and took a deep breath as she faced the direction Ivonne's room was in, her fists clenched. Raising her head, Ib felt her determination and energy rushing back.
Hold on, Ivonne, Guertena...Garry...I'll be there soon.
"...Guertena? Guertena, are you alright?!" Worriedly, Garry knelt down next to the slumped artist, shaking his shoulder. "Come on! Wake up!"
"Ugh..." Guertena coughed and curled up. "I-Ivonne..."
"What's wrong?! Talk to me!"
"She..she's going to come back...that other side of me came back, that bad side...I'm...almost complete again...God, it hurts..."
Liebesleid Chapter 4 (Ib fanfiction)"I remember how she laughed when I took to her to my favorite cafe, and we had macarons; they were so delicious, and we made a whole show about feeding each other." Guertena's eyes glimmered with a faint, wistful happiness as he remembered the surprised expression on her face when he popped the strawberry macaron into her mouth.
"Those were good days, weren't they?" Garry smiled at the pale-haired artist, who nodded and continued to mix away at a pleasing blend of coppery brown.
"...I only wished it lasted the rest of my life."
The fake Garry was in an absolute rage. He had no idea where his Ib had disappeared to, and to make matters worse, there was a completely annoying green mannequin that kept throwing palette knives at him.
There was something very, very strange about that mannequin. It had attached a head to its neck, and somehow even acquired a blonde wig. It seemed familiar, but he had other things to do. Pacing back and forth in front of the strange painti
Liebesleid Chapter 7 (Ib fanfiction)"..I can't believe this..." Garry and Guertena stared at the easel as Ib rose, the second sonata in her hands. Guertena's eyes were wide and disbelieving. "She...I mean, I had high expectations for her, but...to peacefully subdue Mary...I didn't see that coming."
Garry remained silent, his eyes tracing Ib's features.
So much pain...it had taken all his strength to crawl away from that wretched blue woman, but his rose-
Dimly, he thought he sensed a presence. Gentle, small fingers pried the key away from his hand, and footsteps retreated. A few moments later, his vision cleared.
Standing in front of him was a little girl. Out of fear that she was an enemy, he leaped backwards; but then he calmed down and peered at the petite figure standing in front of him with a bewildered
Whether it was the fact that she was the first friendly face he had seen since entering the gallery, or the fact that she looked tiny and vulnerable, his heart instinctively reached out to her.
Liebesleid Chapter 6 (Ib fanfiction)Why are you in this room?! How did you get in here?
Get out. GET OUT!!!!!.
Ib...she burned her portrait with the lighter...it didn't hurt, really. She didn't have a concept of being hurt.
After all, she was only a fake. A faux little girl, pretty and happy with blonde, bubbly curls and wide blue eyes. The picture of innocence- but only a picture.
She didn't really know what any of these things meant though.
What was anger?
What was pain?
What was sadness?
She knew the words, but like a color-blind child, she was never capable of attaching any of them to the multicolored blend that raged like a thunderstorm in her head. After a while, the "feelings" arranged themselves neatly. She learned to use them, like masks, but the masks always fell off when people realized who she was.
What she was.
So she waited, and waited. The dolls, paintings, and books kept her company. Letters, words, and sentences that she automatically knew how to read were the only windows to a worl
Ephemeral Solitude Ch.1 (Yume Nikki fanfiction)He doesn't remember anything. In his floating white and black shell, he doesn't remember how he got here. He doesn't know why there's a table for two, he doesn't know why he's always searching, forever roaming that beautiful void of color.
He hates it and loves it at the same time. Those vivid nebulas, shimmering galaxies, brilliant stars-they are close enough to touch, but at the same time he knows for certain he will die if he steps out of his safe, monochrome world.
So at a distance, he falls in love with the luminous space that stretches for miles and miles in front of his warped, stunning eyes, with his pale hands pressed against the cold glass.
It is a terrible fate, really, to be locked away from something that is unattainable and still seeing it every day, every night, every hour and minute of his timeless life.
With naive fingers, the aimless melodies pour forth from the piano and sprint off into the distance, odes of desire, regret, and sorrow, such an aching sorrow. At times
Ephemeral Solitude Ch. 3 (Yume Nikki Fanfiction)Nothing lasts forever.
They both know it. As each second ticks by, Masada is aware of the sighs dying like ghostly butterflies on his nonexistent lips.
Madotsuki stares out into space, as the nebulas twist into a heavenly kaleidoscope.
It hurts to breathe.
It hurts to smile.
It hurts to think.
It hurts to live. But to live is to dive into colors; emotions of red anger, carnation love, blue melancholy- he wants to immerse his blank mind in them, soaking up everything.
Regardless of internal conflict, however, the white ship continues its meaningless journey.
Lying on the bed, arms tied around her, he dreams. Or rather, he remembers- but the role he plays in these flashbacks is questionable.
I'm real? Or I was?
"Madoka, you're not paying attention."
"Ah! Sorry, Sakamoto- sensei."
A gentle laugh? and then he takes her small hands in his own graceful, thin ones, placing them on cool ebony and ivory keys.
"See, it's this." A tinkling deepens into a stron
Ephemeral Solitude Ch. 2 (Yume Nikki Fanfiction)This creature fascinates him. Everything about her is colorful: even her skin is a delicate shade of peach, unlike his own paper-white. Her brown eyes and hair have a solid warmth, and her small hands are exquisite; gently formed, they are lovely.
She tells him, in one incomprehensible word, what her name is.
He's not too sure what that meant in her language, but come to think of it, his own name doesn't have much meaning either.
At times, the language barrier irritates him. It is like being trapped behind the window again; so close, yet never capable of truly reaching that distant and beautiful place.
But if there's one thing they both know, it is music. Even then, he can see the differences. The music she plays is rich, warm- happy. Despite her mistakes, the notes resound with a delicate message of things that make his heart quiver.
He often finds himself taking her hands and teaching her something; perhaps a new chord- and he marvels at how no
Heartbreaker and GuitaristHe slides out of the silently parting chrome doors like a graceful black cat in his tailored suit, a smirk on his face. Self-satisfied and sleek with affluence, exuding the languid glow of idle luxury.
He grasps the still-beating hearts of jaded women and innocent girls, holding them fast with his smooth lips and those spotlight eyes...
Such a smooth operator.
It's an simple job for him. They are easy to predict, even those with silken high-heels and Chanel No.5 glistening in silver drops around their slim necks. He plays the prince act and he plays it well, but with a disdainful air as his gaze slides from the woman to the women. It's good to be observant, yes?
And when he drops the red treasures, they shatter into fragments of ruby as he dances slowly down the hallway of nonchalance. Goodbye, my darling-
He's not blind. He changes tactics fast when he approaches a new type, a more challenging walnut to crack. He always wins in the end, but the arrogance permeates his gestures and aur
Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-Garry flicked his smoked cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with his heel as he faintly heard the final school bell ring. He waited patiently as the students began flooding out the entrance gates, talking of how they were going to just waste their days away, as opposed to studying for tests or working on school projects. He exhaled the plume of smoke he had been holding back, and settled his hands into his pockets. It was just like every other day.
Ever since their reunion after the art gallery, Garry made it a point to see Ib everyday. After school he would walk her home or to his house to help her study. If it were a weekend, the two of them would go to the cafe and have some macaroons and some drinks—juice for her, coffee for him. Then after that, they'd stop at Garry's apartment just to hang out and talk about random things. There was quite an age gap between the two, but Ib was Garry's best friend.
The aforementioned girl rounded the corner to the entrance, walking to
Garry x Ib - Sweet DreamsHaving fun?
No, clearly this wasn't fun. She wanted out. She was cold, hungry and completely terrified. However if she displayed any signs of weakness to the beasts of the gallery, she knew she'd be as good as gone. Keeping a rational mind was the best way to survive in what she could describe a nightmare she had stupidly walked into. All the child wanted to do was go home to her mother's warm meals and her father's reassuring pats. She discarded that note from earlier and continued through the Hellish maze.
Her little red Mary-Janes came to a stop in front of shadowy lump in front of her. Her wide crimson eyes stared blankly at the object until she finally came to realize it was a person. She nervously approached him, her petite hands reaching to touch his shoulders. The sound of his tired breathing managed to calm her down, telling her that he was definitely human. Her gentle fingers touched him and
"Having fun?" The man whispered. His grip on her wrist was like a fleshy han
Ib All Alone - Oneshot'One of us holds something special to you. Can you find it?'
Garry hastily read the paint scribble on the door—the locked door—and quickly whirled around seeing the many doll faces staring back at him. He didn't like dolls. Garry wasn't sure where this fear had emerged, but something about the blue-faced messy-haired rag dolls made him uneasy.
The fact that a very violent, unpleasant looking one was crawling through the painting didn't help, either.
Franticly, he dashed forward, noticing some of the dolls looked a little overstuffed.
'Something special,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe its inside the belly of this doll!'
Garry tossed his fear away, and grabbed the doll with both hands, tugging at its stomach with his slender fingers. When he couldn't get the fabric to budge, he tore at it with his teeth. With a rip, the seam became undone, and the contents inside...
Some paper crumbled up.
Garry let out a f
Ib - Memories Crannies - Chapter 1Chapter 1
Ib walked into her school, forced to squeeze her way through the corridors to her first class: art. It was time to see if the substitute teacher was any good. As she settled down into one of the chairs, she looked around and saw that there was no one. She sighed; that was a good start. She had arrived before the teacher himself.
"I am so sorry I'm late I-" A roughly twenty-year old man with fascinatingly purple hair and a maimed blue coat stopped as he took in the fact that there was only one girl here, "Ah. How are you Ib?" He said with a smile and said girl looked up immediately from her book. Garry frowned; who was Ib? How could he possibly know her name? If it was her name; it probably wasn't. Although, come to think of it, 'Ib' wasn't a very common name in the first place. Garry didn't even know it existed; yet the name had felt so familiar and normal rolling over his tongue. Anyway, it would only make matters worse if the girl responded.
"Sorry, what di
[Ib Fanfiction] All But Not
"...I don't want to lie to you... But I... Don't want to tell the truth either...
"... If you need help... I'll come running...
Go on... Ahead..."
That's the beginning of my memory. He said it with a smiling face and let go of my hand.
He didn't realise that I understood what was happening. The blue petals on the ground weren't coincidence like he had hoped I would think. He gave me his lighter; the only protection he had and thought would be useful in a fake art gallery.
I knew that Mary was killing him, even if it wasn't on purpose, which it probably was.
"Go on... Ahead..." he kept repeating until I started walking away. I kept looking back, but all he did was smile and repeat.
Smile and repeat.
Smile and repeat.
Shift towards the wall.
Smile and repeat.
I mouthed some things to myself before finally running up the stairs, following the rose petals. "I don't want to leave you..."
There were so many stairs. One after another. I counted. One, two, three... There were fifty steps. One
Marry Me? (Ib X Garry)"Garry…?" Ib's soft voice awoke Garry from his daydream of Ib as a little kitty.
Ib giggled when Garry's cheeks turned a bright pink and muttered a, "Sorry…" For not paying attention to the young girl. In his defense, Ib definitely would look cute with cat ears and a tail. Aw, and then she would purr so cutely and-
He shook his head to snap out of his day dream and he looked at the small brunette again.
The two were currently seated at a bench in the local park. Ib’s parents had met Garry and granted him permission a couple of months ago to take their daughter out to the park or to get ice cream every once in a while or when the young girl's parents would go out for the day, they would ask Garry to watch the little brunette.
Garry had agreed very quickly to the offer since he loved to be around the little girl. She truly was a mysterious person. Over the months of the two going to the park and getting ice cream with each other, Ib and Garry learn
I Care About You, Ib (Garry X Ib)"Ehehehe... Ehehehe..."
I stumbled back, startled. "Did it just talk...?" I asked Garry. 'That's not the weirdest thing that has happened,' I face-palmed in my head.
"Flowers... Flower's are nice..." The paiting cooed.
Garry shrugged. "I-I think it did..."
"Give me that there flower," The painting went on. "And, I'll let you through... Ehehe..."
I stared at the picture uneasily. I was not sure if I should give him my rose or not... When ever I get hurt, the flower looses a petal...
"Ehehe... your flower, pretty please?"
I turned to Garry. "Garry, should I give him my rose?" My voice trembled a bit in fear.
I was not entirely sure what Garry would say, but he is older and adults know the right choices.
However, Garry was being a bit stubborn. He crossed his arms and glared at the painting. "Honestly? No, I don't think you should give him your flower," He said. "But, do what you want, Ib. You're old enough to make your own desicions..." He trailed off.
I rolled my eyes. How old did he th
I'm Not Jealous! (Garry X Ib)"Hey, um, Ib..."
Ib turned her attention to Mary, but continued walking.
"Do you like anyone?" Mary asked, pausing and fiddling with the end of her dress. She pink tinted on her cheeks, and she was smiling sheepishly.
Ib's cheeks burned as well. She shook her head 'no.' But, her mind was reeling. 'Ib, why did you lie to Mary?' She questioned herself. 'Mary's your friend, you should tell her who you like,' Her subconscience scolded her. 'I like Garry... A bit...' She thought, her cheeks turning red.
Mary bit her lip and smiled. "Really? I thought you liked Garry..." She said, quietly.
The two girls continued to walk through the Gallery, trying to find a way to get back to Garry.
Ib turned to Mary. "Do you like someone?" She asked quietly.
Mary smiled to her and whispered in her ear, "Garry." Her voice was excited, and she was grinning widely.
Ib stopped dead in her tracks. "G-Garry?" She asked.
Mary nodded. "Yep~!" She shouted happily. "He's so cute and so tall and so brave!" She cooed.
Are You Jealous? No! (Garry X Ib)Jealous?
"-just so cute! He always compliments me and everything, Garry!" Ib said, delighted.
Garry stared at her blankly and poked at the food he had made for them. He was suddenly not hungry anymore. When Ib started to talk about her "friend" (She was in fifth grade for God's sake! Didn't girls still think guys had cooties?) he suddenly felt uncomfortable. He wanted to go kill that boy for some odd reason... Weird. His stomach started churning at the thought of the young boy. He really had not done anything; he really did like Ib. But, in Garry's eyes, this boy was bad news.
Everytime Ib's parents could not pick her up from school, Garry would always vonlunteer. After the whole incident at the Art Gallery, Ib's parents trusted Garry enough to know he was not a pervert. Which was quite often, actually. Ib's parents quite a lot. They wanted the "fancy" life for Ib, is what they always told Ib. Ib did not seem to mind. If her parents worked more, she could see Garry more.
Ib Fanfiction-The Forgotten One-Chapter 1Ib stared at the painting. It was just a simple portrait, a man in a blue coat holding a blue rose, asleep, and yet...
"Do I know you?" thought Ib as she stared at the painting. The title was "Forgotten Portrait." ... forgotten...
"Wierd..." thought Ib as she continued to stare into the stained canvas. Where had she seen this man before? Had she just seen the painting somewhere before, on TV, or maybe in a book or something? Why couldn't she shake this feeling, this feeling of-
"Ib, darling! Time to go!" the familiar female voice called. "Mom..." thought Ib. She turned to the painting one last time, still trying to grasp and that fragment of a memory, and then turned to go...
He could feel it. She was right there, RIGHT THERE. Ib...sweet little Ib. Her eyes staring at him in wonder...wait, what?! Where was she going? No. NO. not again. Never, NEVER again. Sweet little Ib, you will not leave me again...
Ib went to step forward, but suddenly something covered
- Ib - Reunited - Chpt 1 -"Is It all right if I keep this handkerchief a while longer?"
"It wouldn't do to return it as it is..."
"I'll have to... make it clean. and then give it back."
"Because... We will see each other again!"
It's been several years (10) since I've seen Garry. He still has my handkerchief... and I've been waiting to try macaroons...
"Ib! Where are you? Ib! It's dinner time!"
I could hear my mom calling my name from the living room; she sure has a loud voice... I grab my coat and before I close my bedroom door, I glance at the red rose in the vase that rests on my desk.
Garry, how long has it been since our adventure in that art gallery...
"Ib, it's almost your birthday dear. Is there anything you'd like?" my mother asks me.
"No, nothing specific..."
"I just want to find him." I mumble. "Sorry, what did you say dear?"
"Nothing, it's nothing! Where are we eating?"
"Oh we're going to..." my mother starts off saying "To a new restaurant!" my father interrupts.
Promise- Ib/Garry fanfictionIb shot up breathing hard and fastalmost to the point of hyperventilation. Her heart pounded in her chest and felt as if it was going to burst. Cold sweat dampened her face like morning due on grass, her hands clenched tightly, making my knuckles whiteit almost looked as if the bone was ready to burst through the skin. Franticly, her widened eyes searched the unfamiliar room at such a speed her brain couldn't comprehend anything within the room. Her entire body shook violently fearing this unknown place. A dizzy sensation fell over her, she almost felt like she was going to vomit or pass out again.
"Morning Ib, how are you feeling?"
Ib inhaled sharply, the voice had startled her. Her body froze as her eyes searched for the man who spoke. It was GarryOh thank heavens! Something familiar in this dreadful, mysterious place! She saw him peer out from behind a bookshelf before walking over to her. A gentle smile played on his lips as he kneeled down in front of her. She tr
[Ib Fanfiction] Lemon:Sweet:Departure
"Garry..." I knelt down to his face, holding it in my hands. He was cold already.
Mary... You were the exact kind of person I wanted to have as a little sister but... You killed the thing that was most important to me.
"You promised we would get macaroons after this..." I reminded nothing. I started crying, resting my forehead on Garry's.
I thought for a moment. Garry died because his rose was destroyed, but really, because of me. I didn't want to go home now that Garry was gone. I would still feel this way if it wasn't my fault.
"Its decided then." I said to myself, leaving Garry to go back into the room with Mary's burnt picture.
The ashes were still on the ground. There was paper and crayons left from Mary... So I started to draw.
The picture started out just being two roses, a blue and red one. Then it grew to be those roses and Garry. Then, I added myself there. I didn't add anything else. Not the paintings, not the monsters, not Mary.
One more step to do. I walked back down the s