Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Amnesia and Star Child	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 60
- 61
- 62
It was suffocating - time was up, it could feel the contractions coming from the body, trying to expel it - but the body that was trying so hard was that of a man’s - and it was impossible.
The walls tightened and relaxed, merely squeezing it and shifting it around - but it was going nowhere in a hurry.
Its carrier was becoming sick because of the urges to push, slowly dying from hemorrhages likely to be occurring through out the intestines and nearby organs.
If it wasn’t freed soon - then the carrier would die of rupturing - and it didn’t want to be responsible for that - nor did it want to die of suffocation.
However, the time it was taking for Mike and the other on The Otherside - the deaths looked inevitable.
But suddenly light poured in - the fleshy door slowly opened - The Otherside was cold and it cried out in fear, flailing madly for something to grab hold of.
Something took hold of it unsympathetically - gently yes - but unsupportive.
It cried out again, kicking and flailing - it’s foot connected with something and then it felt its cold body pressed against something warm.
It could feel a heart beat, and soothing pressures around its body, secure and safe.
A new urge drove it now, and so it groped, reaching its hands over the rising mounds of flesh and exploring, knowing now what it wanted.
There was a touch to its mouth - and instantly it reacted, sucking. It held no relief this thing, and when its cradle was shifted by a larger body it believed to be Mike, it let go and it reached higher, seeking the firm tip of the mound with its mouth.
There it was - the physical beacon, the nourishment it was after to replace the blood.
It latched on, sucking like it had practiced for many a day, calming with the warm liquid that came quickly into its mouth and passed down into its stomach.
There it was kept, suckling, all other voices and telepathy forgotten as it basked in the delights of true food.
“Haruku. If it’s really a he, I’ll call him Haruku. After Lesley.” Mike said.
It liked his voice, it was motherly, but then - Mike was mother.
Haruku? It had no name. But mother had called it something. Haruku.
Now it had a name, a name given to it from mother, a name that sent flutters in its tummy.
I am Haruku, it thought happily. Mother has given me a name, and a sense to my purpose. I am Haruku.

~*~*~

Brad twisted his fingers in his shirt, waiting, watching with nervous eyes as the plane set down in the airport.
“Be cool Brad. From what Alex said she’s very nice.” Phoenix reassured the guitarist, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Hm.” Brad grunted in response.
Everyone was waiting; Chester, Samantha, Phoenix, Nicola, Lindsay and even Joe were here along with Brad, waiting for the girl to step out of the plane.
Then, the door opened and she stepped out, her long wavy black tresses tugging in the wind like raven’s wings, her long gypsy like clothes fluttering as she descended the steps.
No one moved as she slowly came down, no one spoke.
Close behind her was Alex, beaming at his success in at last finding the true Gracie McArley.
“She’s gorgeous...” Nicola said at last, watching the girl with awe - almost jealousy.
“Hey guys...” The girl spoke softly as she peered up under her eyelashes - she was blushing deeply.
“Hey Gracie.” Joe greeted her first, holding out his hand.
“Leila actually. Remember me?” She said with a slight laugh.
“You’re joking! Tell me she’s joking.” Brad’s jaw dropped in exasperation and he turned to Chester who was looking at Leila.
“Nope. She’s not. Paris, Meet and Greet right?” Chester asked.
Leila nodded.
Brad shook his head and made a noise like he was a mouse that had just been trodden on.
She had been practically under their noses all along - what a fucking wanker he was!
“Well then Leila, guess who we want you to meet.” Samantha winked and they all trooped into an awaiting limo.

~*~*~

Rob opened his eyes and blinked, finding himself looking up at Mike.
“Mike. I just had the weirdest dream...” Rob muttered.
“Yeah I know. You were looking pretty off.” Mike replied.
Rob sat up.
“I dreamt I made this entire room like a nest... The furniture was all piled up there... And... The clothes and everything were all over the floor... And there was a huge pile of stuff made into a huge nest over there... And I had a baby through a caesarian...” Rob paused and looked at Mike with a weird expression. “You were the doctor for some weird reason.”
“Heh, didn’t your mom ever tell you not to eat right before sleeping?” Mike chortled.
“No she didn’t actually... But after that, I think I’ll lay off the stir fries.” Rob shook his head.
Suddenly the phone rang.
“I’ll get it.” Rob said and got up, wandering out into the kitchen where the phone was, leaving Mike alone in the bedroom with a slight smile on his face.
He had, of course, put everything back in their rightful places; Rosie kept Rob unconsciousness for as long as required while Mike made everything whiz back into place, and Rob had finally come around when everything was organized.
There had been a huge uproar when Mike tried to hand Haruku over to Rosie - Haruku wouldn’t have a bar of it - Rob couldn’t be allowed to see Haruku and Haruku couldn’t change his skin colour like a chameleon - so in the end Mike had to tie his shirt around his neck and place Haruku in there, with a large baggy jacket covering him up so Haruku could suckle unnoticed, which would shut him up, and also so he wouldn’t move so much.
At last when Rob awoke, everything was calm and in order - as though nothing had ever happened.
“Hey Mike. You’ve got a visitor.” Rob peeked back through the door after a while.
“I do?” Mike asked with surprise.
“They’ll be here in a few minutes.” Rob said.
He walked back out of the room.
The hospital surely would have been looking for their patient - the one who had been so insanely delusional - but there was never anything... Rosie had seen to that.
To them all, it just seemed that Mike had been released early.
Mike followed Rob out of the room, gently resting his hands over Haruku to make sure he was okay.
Which he was.
Rob and Mike sat down on the couch, chatting a bit about Rob’s dream, when the doorbell rang.
“Wait here.” Rob said, jumping up and hurrying to the door.
Mike peered over from his position, trying to catch sight of the people beyond, but he couldn’t see without telepathy which he was choosing not to use.
Several people walked into the lounge room, all of them smiling eagerly, except for one who was looking slightly nervous.
Mike stood up.
“Leila? What’re you doing here?” He asked.
Everyone stopped.
There was silence for a moment.
“I think Mike... You mean Gracie.” Lindsay said at last.
“What?” Mike hesitated.
“Mike Shinoda, meet Gracie McArley.” Brad said nervously.
Leila and Mike both approached each other slowly, watching each other cautiously as though they weren’t sure what exactly they should be doing.
“You’re... You’re Gracie?” Mike whispered.
Leila nodded, blushing slightly.
“You were best friends with a boy called Blue Theboron... He was kicked out of your house when your dad came home... Drunk... Then... Welfare took you away.” Mike hesitated and studied Leila meticulously.
Slowly Leila nodded.
“Do you know where Blue is?” Leila asked softly.
Everyone waited with baited breath for the answer.
“Guys... You may all want to sit down.” Mike took a deep breath.
No one took their eyes of Leila and Mike as they sat down on the armchairs and the couch, watching, waiting, wondering what Mike was going to say.
“Leila... Gracie... Blue Theboron... Blue... Well...” Mike took another deep breath. “Blue Theboron is me.”
- 60
- 61
- 62
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Amnesia and Star Child