Ellos! Its been awhile since I've updated this story so I decided to work on it, and it seems like my usual way of writing is really working with this story. If you don't like darkness and violence, be careful with the last parts of this chapter.
I don't own Tales of Vesperia, or anything else that is referenced in this story.
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Looking back now, I'm amazed at how naive I was at the start of our journey. I knew that everything in the storyline would change, but I didn't know how much I would change. The world of Vesperia changed, but I guess that's to be expected of any world where two "Tsubasa"s exist- no, it's expected of a world where even one "Tsubasa" exists.
Gazing out at the starry sky, uneasiness clung to my heart. The initial thrill of meeting the Vesperia characters had faded along with the sun. One thought repeated itself in my head; simply being here would mess up the storyline. That line, along with the constant headache, created ever-lasting uneasiness.
"Well then, now that we've established that Tsubasa is crazy, how about we continue onto Nor Harbor?" I asked, smiling at the thought of seeing my favorite Vesperia character; Flynn Scifo. The party nodded and Karol did his little almost falling off the cliff stunt while I walked alongside Tsubasa.
"Finally, I can meet Flynn!" I said, grinning.
"You have Dist*!" Tsubasa added. "He's all yours!"
"Still no," I sighed, blushing slightly. "Plus, we don't know how long we will be here."
Tsubasa was just smiling, happy about the pairing that she had made. Looking ahead, I noticed that the bag with the camping set was where we were going. As Karol explained what it was (for the millionth time to me), I was busy thinking about seeing Flynn and was completely unaware of what the spiky-haired kid was saying. A quick nudge from Tsubasa snapped me out of my thoughts when the rest of the group started off towards the world map.
Walking away from the broken Blastia -that Rita had attempted to check yet again- I kept a look out for the bandits and mages I knew were in the area. A group of mages appeared ahead of us and ran towards us once they spotted us.
As the mages came within spell firing range, Rita and I shot a barrage of Fireballs at them while Yuri and Karol charged. Even though they outnumbered us, the mages were quickly dispatched.
Whenever another enemy crossed our path, almost the exact same thing would happen to them; they would be hit with a barrage of spells while the close-range fighters would take them out (if they weren't already knocked out from the spells).
Traveling continued like this until we finally reached Capua Nor, or Nor Harbor. The constant rain only added to the already dank atmosphere of the city.
As the party noticed the wounded civilian begging Ragou's mercenaries to return his son, I remembered what was to happen next in the game.
"Tsubasa, can you cover for me?" I asked my friend before slipping away from the group. I reached the entrance of the alley just as Yuri "accidentally" tripped the civilian, distracting everyone in the party.
The three red-eyes seemed surprised to find someone other than the dark-haired swordsman they had been keeping track of in front of them. This small hesitation quickly passed but had allowed me time to start casting.
"Oh flickering blaze burn. Fireball!" The words slipped through my lips as I pushed one hand towards the middle red-eye, sending four balls of fire straight at him. As the spell's effect cleared, it revealed the three red-eyes, slightly scorched, but still advancing.
I dodged as the first one slashed at me with its retractable blades, receiving a glancing cut on my arm. The cut wasn't very deep, but it stung like crazy. I just had to hold out a little longer, just until Flynn showed up.
As the second red-eye rushed me, I slipped the bow off from over my shoulder and held it up to block the blow. The weak wood of the bow didn't last long under the pressure before shattering into many pieces, forcing the red-eye to back off. I, on the other hand, wasn't able to back away in time.
The shards of my bow sent splinters into my hands which, in turn, registered as excruciating pain. Why had things turned out this way? I didn't have time to think before I noticed what the last red-eye was doing.
The third red-eye leaped towards me where I was kneeling on the ground, trying to stop the pain in my hands.
It was too early, there should still be about a minute until Flynn showed up. What if he didn't show up at all? It would be most likely that he would talk to Yuri when he saw him, not rush to save someone that he didn't even know was in trouble.
Just before the blades reached me, something snapped into place in my mind. Everything around me seemed to slow down and I could feel the currents of the air cycling through the atmosphere like never before.
"So you're just going to sit back and wait for someone else to save you?" A voice asked in my mind. "That's what weak and selfish people do."
"Weak and selfish, huh?" I asked in reply, the words echoing through my mind, never leaving my mouth. Those words were approaching the level of "giving up", the level of taboo in my mind, something I would never allow myself to do.
I could almost feel the voice in my mind smirking at my thoughts. "That's it. Show those miserable excuses for assassins what we can do."
The timeless feeling faded but never left entirely. I could still feel the cycling winds of the world through my mind. Their silent voices whispered advice through what I would later call 'emotions'. It wasn't words; it was the basic feelings that make up words, the feelings that words are in place to describe.
I rediscovered my perilous position below the falling blades of the red-eye as my mind snapped back into focus, a clearer focus than I had ever felt my entire life. This isn't what I had wanted when I came into the alley; it wasn't what I would have wanted while I was in the world of Vesperia.
My clear mind decided what needed to be done the second before it was needed. Black hair blew past my, now turquoise, eyes, caught in the wind. This was the wind that I had always loved, the wind I had named myself after. I pushed my hand towards the red-eye's stomach, acting on the newly awakened instinct.
No contact was made between my splinter-laced hands and the clothing, but my assaulter flew though the air away from me. This power was amazing, this feeling was intoxicating, this was what I could do, what I had always heard whispers of in the voice of the wind.
A mad grin crossed my face. I felt invincible, I felt… I felt like I was the wind itself, no longer bound to the blood-stained earth. The other two red-eyes didn't seem to notice the change in my attitude, for they both leaped at me at the same time.
The sadistic grin only grew larger, and my eyes twinkled with excitement. Both of my hands stabbed forward as if they themselves were knives, the wind concentrated around them. Armor, flesh, blood, bone, and then they reversed in order. I could feel it all as my hands passed straight through both of the red-eyes, straight through their hearts.
I could feel the howling of blood lust pulsing through my body, an emotion the wind seemed to gladly follow. I watched as the wind blew the bodies off of my arms and tore them apart almost at once. The other red-eye was lucky to be unconscious as the wind did away with him as well.
Even if I had been taken over by the blood lust for that split second, the scene around me was too much. I had never wanted to actually kill anyone. Yes, I had wanted to be special, to be someone that everyone would look up to, but I never wanted to actually do what I had just done.
I looked down at my hands, at my clothes. Not a single drop of blood lay on the feathery outfit, on the perfectly long black hair, on the perfect white skin. Why? Why was I not covered in blood? This wasn't right; the killer always has to suffer from the internal battle after killing.
Blood, the life blood of these people covered almost the entire alley yet I had the chance to walk away perfectly clean. I blinked for a second, everything falling into place. Angels are never depicted as being covered in blood, but they must have killed many times. How else would they have defended themselves?
The clear focus I had felt earlier had faded but, just like the timeless feeling, it never faded completely.
Slowly, my mind calmed down from the state of panic it had reached after winning. Flynn should be in the inn talking to Yuri and Estelle right now but I couldn't go there. How could someone like me, who had just killed, show her face to the future commandant? After picking up a few useful things I found, including a bag of Gald, I walked further into the alley.
That a little too dark? Well, it is the best way to spirial off of the game's storyline, so I guess it works. :3 The third chapter should be up soon, with a Tsubasa-chan point of view.
*Edit* I was tired last night when I finished this up and posted it, so I just went through to fix anything that needed fixing.
*Dist = one of the "code name"s that we gave my boyfriend. The first part of this story was written before he asked me out. :3
Review Responses :3
Sentai-Rider Fan:
Its been awhile since I've talked to you, but thanks for reviewing the first chapter and I would still love to look over any Tales of stories you are working on :3
Ageha:
I hope you'll enjoy the rest of this story since it is your first self-insert. Sorry the light-hearted part didn't last very long though :3
Sony Ninja:
I'm glad to have a fellow Flynn X Rita fan on here that will read my stories and review. I hope you'll keep it up :3
Runwith... You're name's really long... So... Tsubasa-chan's imouto:
Thanks for reviewing. :3 Hope you had fun reading about your crazy sister :3
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