δ"Mama, what is a soul mate?"
"It's your other half. It's the person who completes you and whom you complete as well."
"Do we get a soul mate even though we are demons?"
"It can happen to anyone."
"But, why do people need soul mates? Can't we make ourselves whole alone?"
"Yes, but it's more fun in pairs than to go alone."
"But how will I know?"
"Their touch will tell you, sweetie. Their touch will show you." δ
Blue-grey eyes, rich like that of the sea after there's been a storm and there are still clouds hanging over, fluttered open, breaking the memory of a long forgotten age. They stared up from a worn face at the white ceiling to the room. Closing again, eyebrows pulled together as the mind fought to take grasp of her surroundings.
Medical room. She'd failed her latest mission, but how? Why? Wait, what mission? What was she thinking? Why couldn't she remember anything except a moment years before when she'd believed in soul mates and her mom had told her it was more fun to go in pairs?
"She's waking up!" The sound was coming from her right… or was it her left?
Her eyes opened again and she looked around her slowly. Her neck was stiff was the first thing she noticed. How long had she been out? Long enough apparently to grow stiff completely over. She couldn't even move her legs, wait, no that wasn't because of being stiff or injured. There was something on her legs. And something in the way of her view to the ceiling. Not a something, someone. Blue hair, light blue and beautiful long hair, pink sympathetic eyes that stared down into her blue-grey ones with so much concern that she almost worried the pink eyes would start crying soon. Why did that fill her with worry herself.
"Maribella, Maribella can you talk?" the pink eyed woman asked, well more demanded.
Maribella? That's right, her name was Maribella, usually shorted to Ari when she was on a mission. Wait… a mission? Why did missions keep coming to mind?
She licked her lips and tried to speak but the pain-! It felt as if her throat had been seared with fire. Tears of pain pricked Ari's throat but she refused to let them fall. Why, why did she hurt so bad? The pink eyed beauty above her began to cry then, coming down to hug her tightly. A few other places hurt at touch, but Maribella couldn't protest, she could barely move. She reached up to pat at the woman's back as if to sooth her and her eyes caught sight of her hand. Fire had engulfed it as well and it was healing slower than normal. What wasn't covered in bandages was twisted flesh with bright reds where her skin had permanently been altered color wise from the flames.
With the help of the blue-haired woman, she managed to sit up and see more of the room. On her legs was a large dog, almost wolf-sized, perhaps a bit bigger with a coat that was just growing back in. It looked like he too had gone through an ordeal of fire. But he laid on her legs, watching her face as she got situated with rich brown eyes and a deep brown coat. As blue-grey eyes met brown, a name came and she reached her left hand out, which wasn't in much better condition than her right hand, to him. Tyrus…? That was the name of the dog. Tyrus was her dog, her companion. The dog, as if hearing her, lift his head from where it was resting on his paws. He got up and moved up to her side, pressing against it now instead of resting on her legs.
She rested a hand on him and scratched as best she could his favorite spot.
You will need to color your hair again. It's barely one human finger long now.
The voice that spoke was rich and growly, coming from the dog who nuzzled her leg as if she was one of his own pups.
Her right hand went up to touch the locks that had started to fall in front of her face as she looked down. Brown locks rested against them and she grimaced. She did not like that color. She wanted something more vibrant, something more… exotic, like the demoness she was. Why was she the only one in her family to get brown hair when she was a demon? Why not green waves like her mother, or silvery black like her father? Or better yet…
I want blue hair. Dark at the top and light on the bottom. She told the dog.
"Oh Maribella, you don't have to worry about anything. Lord Koenma has already made sure that you are being transferred out of Europe so you can have time to recover and grow back to your normal self!" Botan said, yes the pink eyed one's name was Botan. And Koenma… An image of a toddler with a bad attitude and a binky appeared in her mind and she gave a small smile. Yes, the son of the ruler of the Spirit World. Things were coming back, slowly.
The woman next to her, no the grim reaper next to her kept talking about how she was going to be sent to Japan, to a dojo which specialized with working with the Spirit World's Detectives; how there was a group there that would help her get back to normal.
Do not worry Maribella, I shall be there with you, and who knows… Maybe your dream was a prophecy?
Maribella frowned a little and shook her head. She didn't get prophetic dreams. That was her mother's occupation. Her mother could make prophecies about the weather and fate. She was only good at fighting and defending. She'd never had a prophecy before.
You don't know how fate works Maribella. No one does. Fate is a fickle master and new skills are learned every day.
Tyrus sure was wise for a dog.
I am not a dog, silly chit. You really have forgotten stuff. I am your familiar, your guardian, and your guide. Seriously get some better color for your hair once you are recovered. I'm seriously tired of brown.
Maribella smiled despite herself and nodded a little. Blue shall be our next color Tyrus… Blue.
Why blue?
To symbolize renewal, to symbolize water, to honor mother and father, and to say fuck off fire demons, Maribella smuggly announced. And to say Hello Japan.
