Took me nearly 1,5 years to decide on writing a sequel. A really hard decision, considering how much I dislike writing. Anyway, this is the sequel to the one-shot I wrote prior – UNMOVING. It turned out slightly darker than I wanted, and somewhat retells the OVA on the last part. You'll probably have to read the prequel to understand some of the things I wrote here.
Special thanks to Yuuki, for beta-ing.
Sorry for any spelling errors or grammatical mistakes.
Lastly, I don't own Black Rock Shooter, it's characters or anything along those lines. Please enjoy.
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AFTERMATH
sequel to UNMOVING
The second time the blue eyed gunner awoke Dead Master stood several feet away. Staring at her with leering, green eyes.
Daring her to move. To make a sound of displeasure.
She didn't do either. All the bound girl did was watching her keeper. Waiting for her to move or do anything else than just stand there. It was unnerving - not that she showed it – just staring at each other.
A flicker of a smirk was shown on Dead Masters face, a smirk laced with malice and adoration. A perverse mix of characteristics and yet so true and earnest. Black Rock Shooter kept down the tremble of anxiety –excitement – that made its way down her spine. Unseen and Unheard, but not invisible.
"You're mine."
The words, the other girl whispered to her earlier, came back with haunting aftershocks and silently the blue-eyed girl wondered what stood behind those words. Fearing the answer her thoughts would provide. Or maybe she awaited them. She wasn't sure. Didn't want to be. Rather she anticipated the real intention. Whether they be good or bad.
In their endless brawl, did it really matter what or who was on what side?
It didn't.
Dead Master licked her lips, a notion that was projected right in the bound girls mind. Remembering how she licked the tips of her nails, no,clawsin sadistic and maybe seductive pleasure, before she got caught in a web of metallic chains. The same chains that bound her to the wall right now.
She wondered what their creator thought when they came into existence.They never asked, just fulfilled what had to be done. Did he or she give them their emotions as well? Was Dead Master supposed to harbor these possessive feelings, emotions?No, if that was the case wouldn't she want her to stop the girl with the hauntingly beautiful, green glowing eyes?
Move.Disperseofthechainsandmove.A haunting voice inside Black Rock Shooters head whispered.
And she did.
Pulling on her restrains, the blue-eyed warrior tried to pull herself upright. Her eyes fixed on lime-green pools. She noticed the change of Dead Masters expression. From cunning victory to desperation and fear. Fear from what, she didn't know.
The chains broke, disappearing in tiny particles, as if they weren't there to begin with.
Black Rock Shooter set one foot after the other, barely avoiding badly thrown chains from her counterpart. With every step she took, Dead Master took one back, only stopping when she reached the edge of the support arch.
Reachher.Cureher. The voice kept whispering.
The blue-eyed gunner reached her destiny, listening to the nagging voice. Cureher.
How do you cure someone, who isn't sick? You don't. You help fuel their desire, if that is all you can do.
Dead Master withered in shock as warm arms wrapped around her in an embrace. Too strong to break through, she wilts in desperation. The warm affection too much for her to bear, for her manifestation to hold onto the girl she took possession of. Thegirlthatharboredthesamefeelingofpossessiveness.
Dead Master split from her shell, falling down the dark abyss. Dispersing, much like her chains, she thinks in irony, into nothing.
Leaving her counterpart to flee from her dissolving castle.
Without her.