"The intention is clear, I stare, with this left hand, unable
to be worded
Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live ... And I
discover words being so vivid and bright
Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it
will only be known as flowers of vanity
The Final
One by one it multiplies ... why be a sad bait?
Deep within the hell of my heart ... I can't go back
A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life
Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it
will only be known as flowers of vanity
So I can't live
What's lost can't be born again
A song that's not even seeking the proof of living
Let's put an end ... The Final
Lets bloom flowers of attempted suicide"
The Final- Dir En Grey
Chapter 1:
Staring out of the empty window, raindrops pouring down from the skyline. Lightning flashing in the dark clouds, lighting up the darkness just briefly of each flash. It's eight at night and its pouring down rain heavily, it's such a nice Friday night.
My room's bedroom door opens up, my mother's voice echoed in the room. "Aura, you must go to bed; You must be somewherein the morning, now!" Her voice boiling in raw anger.
I sigh inwardly. "yes, mother" I said calmly. She sneers and closes the door hardly, a click is heard, she's locking the door, once again. She never trusts me to do anything or me at all.
An evil and chilling chuckling laughter in my room is heard. "Aura, is it? Hmm" a male muses. "Ah, I see much potential in you. I can sense the evil dwelling in you, waiting to release the anger" I glared up at him angrily, he was beginning to piss me off. Who the hell is this pathetic moron? Is he one of those uneducated swine?
'What do you know?!" I'm growing impatient. He chuckled, "You'll be surprised. Anyways, I am in need for an apprentice and you seem to fit the occupation" He gets in the light, he is...a bean? What the heck... I blink slowly, "You're a bean...how... Oh how bloody brilliant, my sanity is killing me. Great a talking bean" I grumble, aware of the glare that's pointed at me and his anger boiling off of him in waves...wait how can I feel that? Very odd I'd say.
"Respect, child, You need respect!" he snaps. This time he is getting upset over the fact I called him a bean. How amusing. " Who Are You"I demanded impatiently, making sure to add every angry bone in my body to my words. My mother named me Destiny. But I hate that name, so I call myself a new name and that's Qiuyue, Autumn Moon.
He wiggles his long stringy sprout arm, "I am Hannibal Bean, your ally. Are you coming or what?" he says irritated.
I shrug, "Yeah why the hell not. Let me pack my belonging first" I tell him, he nods and turns and jumps on his bird. I pack my stuff quickly and threw my three duffel bags over my shoulders and left with him, of course he had an item called Golden Tiger Claws. I found myself in a small ass cave that looked very plain, at least he could have decorated it! I stand straight and look up at him on his bird. "Where's my living quarters?" I ask not impressed.
He rolls his eyes and holds it out towards a narrow door entrance. I walk over to it and slid through it and found myself in a cave room that was big enough for me and my stuff. I set up my small room and leaned against the wall and shook my head. This place needs a bed, but I'm not complaining. It's just a statement more than a complain.
As months passed on I was training putting through rough training and combat, I had to learn so much from this guy...thing, so he can carry out his suppose goal of world domination, his idea was ridiculous and lacked order and missed out on many minor details that could make his plan not work so. I learned from his mistakes and ideas that did not make sense, I wanted to know everything there was about black magic and some white magic too. Despite my current condition I am in, there was a wish to seek out immortality to bring my sick twisted dreams into a reality...though I actually digress that dark side of me completely.
One night I was certainly feeling bored so I slipped out in to the night and ended up killing...killing like my life depends on it and I did not feel like myself. When I return soon after, I heard about it from the nearby villagers and my missions that this Hannibal sent me on. I officially began to despise him every day, even more of the hate became more, it was nearing on borderline killing him.
Then the unbearable consequences and regret came to him with full force; he offered me to drink this soup which I dread to discuss it by its official name. Though by all means, there was something off about it when I smelled its reeking stench of it, the way its color was different then the records showed.
"Drink this and you will become the best" he promises, a gleam of dark amusement shining in his eyes greatly. He didn't even bother to hide it.
I grin maniacal and take it in hand and stare down at it then back up at him. "Under one condition" I hid the smirk that threatened to escape when I heard a, "What it is?" escape from his mouth in an annoyed tone.
I cock my head and said calmly, "I will have freedom" he scoffs and shakes his head. "No, I will not allow that" he narrows his beady eyes.
I shrug and take a slow sip then something in my head begged me to drink all of it, so I did with one huge gulp. I dropped the bowl and took several steps back as a wave of nausea and light-headed way over me fully. "What the hell is..." I groan and clutch my head, letting out roars of pain escape from my throat, turning it raw.
My skin sheds, revealing white scales beneath it. I let out another scream, it tore through the cave tavern tremendously, the roar so loud and deep that it made Hannibal shake tremendously. Was it fear I smelled? Probably not.
He curses under his breath, "Son of a-" I snarled, feeling my body stretch and pull. The pain so tremendous that I didn't know if I was going to die or not. I didn't feel the wave of passing out or seen the black spots in my vision signalling that I will fall unconscious. There was nothing to stop me from this pain.
Then it vanishes, leaving me confused and staring down at the miniature bean disgusted. This feeling anger was boiling in me completely. "You fool! How dare you!" I felt the tug of my bones. I stare down at my claws and look around. I'm nearly thirty feet tall! I had beautiful wings and scales.
What Am I...a Dragon? A Wyvern? A...I didn't know other than the feeling my first answer is right. I just only want to shift down into my human form, I groaned as I watch as I shrink down to normal height and roll my eyes. "Well, that was truly amusement" After learning these powers and abilities that this Hannibal seriously has a threat on his hands if he doesn't piss me off.
"Qiuyue, I have one mission for you and it will be very beneficial for you, to the point you will be grateful I allowed this to happen" he says, pulling something out from a mini satchel on his bird. It's an hourglass. I cock a brow, "And what is that?" he smirks evilly, "You will use this and learn from someone and befriend them, and he will teach you a lot. And when you return, you will be more powerful" I sense that what he speaks is true, about the powerful part.
I cackle, "I see. And who is this person?" so he told me. One thing I never expected was using the shen gong wu and finding myself several hundreds years ago or even thousand? But I did realize that there was a temple and several young warriors fighting.
I head over to them, causing them to stop and stare at me. I look around frantically, faking fear. "I came here...they all think I am a monster!" I cried, gaining pity from a man. I froze ,' wait is this?!' i narrow my eyes mentally. 'fuck yes'
After a few hours of trying to convince the man who I need train to control my powers, he officially accepted me. I realize that a young warrior by the name of Chase Young was here? Or perhaps that was before he became evil as Hannibal lectured me before I left here.