Title: Love in The Bittersweet
Genre: Family/Friendship
Rating: T
Author: FairyLust
Summary: After barely escaping the hatered of her own mother Artemis finds her little sister missing, suspecting the fault is of the DWMA meisters. Ten years after beginning her search Artemis Nyx is ready to find her sister and kill anyone who stands in her way. The only question left is if she can escape the demons of her past or will she let them take hold and change her into the monster she once feared?
Main Characters: Artemis & Crona
Original (NOT MINE) Characters: Maka, Crona, Soul, Kid, Stein, Black*Star, Tsubaki, Liz, Patty, Sid, etc.
My (MINE) Ocs: Artemis, Belladonna, Zephyr, Richie, Emiko, and Garnet (MAY possibly be more in the future)
Author Notes: This story is told mostly from an OC's point of veiw (POV) and may also contain violence, abuse, some language, and hints of indecency. Some parts are censored, though it's still kinda obvious what is being said. And finally, as I said in the beginning the story is mostly told from my OC's point of view (POV) EXCEPT for when my OC can't be in a room others are in but the story goes on in third person's POV. Now that that's all covered, onto the story!
I looked up at Lady Medusa with fear shining in my intense yellow eyes. I watched as her dark purple vector plate appeared beneath my younger sister's feet and then threw her into a room that appeared utterly dark on the inside, save for the light that filled the room through the doorway. I knew I had to stay perfectly still and pay close attention to what Lady Medusa had to say to me or else I would have the same fate.
I couldn't defy her in any way or even make her think I was ready to disobey her or else she would punish me too. It seemed to be her biggest job as far as me and my sister was concerned. She was our mother after all.
Besides that I really didn't want to go in the dark room along with my sister. I watched the door to the room close quietly after she scolded my little sister. She then turned around staring down at me coldly. There was no compassion in her eyes, just a chilling emptiness and vague sense of boredom.
"Artemis, you will be obedient won't you?" Lady Medusa demanded, as her vector arrows started to appear all around me, though I honestly knew it wasn't really a question. It was just phrased as one, but in reality it was more like a silent threat.
I shook where I stood and slowly nodded a 'yes' to hopefully appease her. "Good, then you will accompany me to Death City without question. All you need to know is that I want you to help me take care of some business I have to attend there. It's very important and should benefit your training. Besides, I would think it would be easy enough for you to assist me with such a trivial task."
"Yes, Lady Medusa, but..."
"But?" She sounded very displeased. I knew I had made a mistake in speaking up then.
"But what? I said, 'without question' Artemis."
"B-but...what about...?"
She knew my weaknesses. I shouldn't have spoken up at all. My mother knew me very well and I feared her as much as...well...more than I feared anything else to be perfectly honest. She and my sister and our home was all I ever really knew. Lady Medusa was the person who always took care of me, but she was also the only one to ever hurt me.
She'd broken my heart and terrified me more than she had ever cared for me in my short six years of life. I supposed her frightening me and my sister was just her way of punishing us, which it was, but then I also figured her doing nice things for us (providing clean clothes, giving us food, letting us have bandages for cuts and scrapes, etc.) was her way of either caring for, or praising us. At any rate, Lady Medusa knew how much I cared for my little sister and she had no problem exploiting that.
"If you don't do exactly as you're told, then I will kill her, understand?"
"Y-yes, Lady Medusa." I sputtered. "I-I understand p-perfectly."
"Good."
She turned to leave but I was very concerned for my sister. Wouldn't she die if left alone in that room? She was frail and if left there without supervision would surely become ill, at the very least. "What about Crona?" I just blurted out.
"We can't just leave her locked up in there. Sh-she could die!" Lady Medusa froze where she was and I knew that I had made another mistake. She didn't even give me a glance over her shoulder when I gave a horrified whimper upon seeing a vector plate appear underneath my feet and pushed me backwards into the dark room where I fell onto my younger sibling who was quietly crying.
"You will stay in there with Crona for the next few days without food or water." Lady Medusa announced in a cold, apathetic voice. "When I come back you both better be prepared to do as I say without any defiance." She then closed the door making the room pitch black and it was only then I realized the air was colder than our mother's words had been.
I moved away from Crona and looked at her scrawny form in the darkness. She was a really frail, small little kid with choppy pink hair and dark colored eyes. It seemed kind of strange to me because I looked nothing like her and she looked nothing like me.
Whoever her, maybe our, father was she must have taken everything from him, including her powers and abilities, save for the ones literally given to her by our mother. Actually, I was told that I took more after an aunt. I supposed Lady Medusa despised me for that. I was tall for my age, or I thought, and very thin with pale porcelain skin and short black hair that seemed to be naturally spiked in the back.
I wanted to grow my hair longer some day in the future if it were possible; maybe if Lady Medusa stopped making me cut it. The only physical trait that I really shared with Lady Medusa was my eyes. I had her sly yellow eyes, other than that I shared her dislike of footwear, seeing as I never really cared much for shoes, or even socks. I liked keeping my feet bare.
"Oh, come on, Crona, do you always have to be such a wimp!" Ragnarok suddenly yelled, after he popped out of Crona's back, and then he started to hit her over and over with his white circular fists. I scooted away from Crona so that Ragnarok wouldn't try to hit me too, but I didn't like the sounds of fear and pain Crona made. "You are the most worthless idiot I ever met!" I heard the little demon shout. "Can't you do anything right?"
"Leave her alone." I said quietly, feeling somewhat frightened of how he would react.
"Shut up you stupid, pathetic, worthless excuse for a witch!" He yelled back at me after a short moment of silence. "Crona is my body and if I want to pull my body's ears then I will!"
"Ow! Ragnarok stop it that hurts!"
"No way!" the little demon snapped. "You're worse than that stupid, pathetic, worthless excuse for a witch. You're a reject and need to grow some guts so we stop getting locked up in this damned place! Or maybe you just need some sense pummeled into you!" He then gave her hair a hard yank, and then started assaulting her head with slaps and punches. "Don't be scared to kill something, because getting your hands a little bloody is way easier to deal with than slowly starving to death!"
"No, don't pull my hair like that!"
"Shut up, Crona!"
"No, my nose is bleeding, please stop!"
"Oh, I can't see but I know my nose is bleeding!" Ragnarok mocked, as he paused in beating up on my innocent, little sister. He then snapped, "I swear if you don't quit being such a wuss then I'll pull your dress up and over your head!"
"No! That'd be so mean!"
I vaguely heard the sound of material and saw Crona stumble around fighting with Ragnarok who was probably doing as he had threatened he would beforehand. After a moment or two of struggling Crona stopped and they flopped to the floor where Crona cowered from Ragnarok, who went back to trying to hit Crona in the face.
"Stop hitting me!"
Ragnarok ignored her and kept beating her up. I felt like I was about to suffocate. The panic I felt overwhelmed me and I just wanted everything to stop. I wanted to be let out of the dark and I wanted Lady Medusa to come back and I really, really, really wanted Ragnarok to stop tormenting Crona.
In the blink of an eye everything became too much and I snapped, setting my silent thoughts free.
"St-stop it...please...just stop it, Ragnarok, you jerk!"
There was silence. I only heard Crona's quiet sniffling and my own frightened noises. The almost peaceful silence didn't last for more than five minutes, and then Ragnarok started bullying Crona again. But it was worse than it had previously been because of what I had said and he couldn't reach me, so he made me pay by hurting Crona worse than before.
"No, please!"
"Shut up!"
"Hey, stop touching me!"
"I said 'shut up'!"
"You're not supposed to pinch me there! Ow!"
"You deserve this for getting us thrown in here so stop whining about it, you baby!"
"No, quit hitting me! Ragnarok!"
"Not until some more blood comes gushing out of your ugly nose! That'll teach you a lesson!"
"But I'm already bleeding! I don't know if I could deal with bleeding more."
He ignored her, but she didn't give up trying to make him stop. "I've already learned my lesson!" Crona shouted to Ragnarok, who mostly just ignored her and kept hitting her in the face despite her vain attempts to shield her face, plus the pleas for him to stop.
I tried to cover my ears and pretend like none of it was happening, but the cries still came to me and I heard them loud and clear, despite my attempts to block them out. I felt bad for ignoring Crona yet somehow I also didn't really care and that made me feel ten times as guilty.
"Artemis, please, make Ragnarok stop it! Please, make him stop hurting me! He's being mean and I don't like him being mean! Please!"
I started to cry harder as my sister's cries grew more desperate. But then suddenly, there was an eerie silence in the room. I uncovered my ears and listened carefully, tears still pouring down my face.