Meta-Knight attempted to help Mayumi walk, but became startled when she collapsed onto the ground, exposing a large gash on her back. "She didn't notice it…" he softly remarked, looking back and finding a large blood trail that followed them to their current position.
Sighing to himself, he picked her up bridal style and began his flight back to the castle. Thinking back on what she had told him, Meta-Knight began pondering all the information that had recently been acquired.
She obviously was not of this world, but had still managed to get morphed into a form that made her fit in. If she really wanted to attack him, or anyone of this world, she could've done it. Her speed outmatched his, even when she was injured, and if she truly was a full blooded demon, the only person seemingly capable of killing her was Kirby, and maybe himself.
But she showed her true motives, and by her tone of voice, and they way she acted when explaining it, her main priority was of the cat demon she spoke of. That and getting back to her own world.
Just then, the sun began to peak over the crystal-blue ocean and grassy plains of the peaceful village, giving Mayumi's face a sympathetic glow. Her face seemed contorted in depression, as if grazing over a lost and sorrowful memory. He could tell, by the way she clung to him in her sleep, she had lost people who were special to her. This intrigued the Knight, as he wanted to get to know what had caused her grief.
Sighing to himself, he payed attention to the now approaching castle, carefully maneuvering around the spikes that shot up from the towers, and finally landing on his balcony. Sword and Blade, finally seeing their master arrive, joined him in the opening.
"Meta-Knight? Have you heard about-...who's that?" Blade asked, confusion eating away at his voice. Sword also shifted his weight in a way that questioned the Bat's motives.
Meta-Knight cleared his throat before speaking up. "She was the one in the black sphere. Apparently she was sent to this world. But before I explain anymore, we need to help her. Her life is teetering on the line as we speak." Sword and Blade nodded their heads, accepting whatever their teacher wanted.
Quickly placing her on a bed, Meta-Knight sought out Fumu and Bun to make a quick announcement to the doctor in the village. Fumu stayed behind, wondering what the cloaked mystery was up to. Following him to a room he entered, what she soon found out greatly confused her.
The Knight was standing next to a bed with his two knaves, watching over a girl who looked to be around her young twenties. Who was this girl? Was she a friend of Meta-Knight? A distant relative? A soldier who worked alongside him? Or was she?
"Is she and Meta-Knight lovers?" Fumu accidentally voiced out her thoughts.
Startling the Knight, he looked over to the spying child, his eyes growing a hue of orange "Excuse me?" He questioned.
"Meta-Knight simply saved this girl." Blade quickly put in to fix the mess before it got out of hand. Fumu looked skeptical at all three of them, raising an eyebrow over a stoic expression while crossing her arms.
"Allow me to explain Fumu. Remember the phenomenon in the sky yesterday?" Meta-Knight asked, his eye color returning to normal.
Fumu's eyes widened ever so slightly, before she opened her mouth. "Yes why?"
"Apparently, that appeared when she..." Meta-Knight gestured towards the sleeping fox demon. "Got sent to this world by a rival, I am guessing. She briefly explained to me before she passed out. All we can do for now is wait for her to fully heal and wake up to get the rest of her tale."
Fumu walked next to the bed, examining the girl. Her hair was a fiery orange, matching exactly towards her tails colors. Her face had strange markings on them, but they didn't look painted on, almost as if they were naturally there. Part of her skin... Fumu recited in her mind. And She had two ears resting on her head, dawning to anyone that she was obviously part fox.
"Do you know her name?" Fumu turned to Meta-Knight.
He paused at the door, then barely turned towards Fumu. "Mayumi Yuuka, is her full name." then he walked out, with Sword and Blade at his side.
"Yeesh... maybe I touched a sore spot in him. He sounded a little irritated with me." Fumu wound her arms again in front of her before shaking her head and sitting next to the sleeping fox girl.
She watched her own family's blood that painted the wall drip down in a cascade of crimson red. Her mother and father... She had to kill her own mother and father...
Mayumi brought her hands in front of her face, her eyes remaining wide open, to the point it almost looked like she was going to tear them in half.
"I had to kill... my mom... and my... no-nononono! i didn't do this! They didn't... it wasn't them! they had demons in them! They were already dead-... dead..."
The pregnant silence that filled the room was extremely thick, to the point that any normal person's sanity would be suffocated and snuffed out. She then broke the silence, by snapping her head hastily towards her mother's dead body. "Why... me? Why was it me?" She continued to replay that sentence on her tongue for hours until her voice fell hoarse.
Looking towards herself in her mirror, she nearly screamed at the sight. She was completely soaked in blood. Her parents blood. Her parents... she killed them. No she didn't, she killed the demons that controlled them, but she had to kill their mortal bodies first, which were her parents, so she did kill them..
continuing to argue with herself, she jumped back and forth over her own fence that she had created. She kept arguing with her own mind on whether she was responsible, or who was responsible.
Something that day snapped from within her. A part of her died. A part that she never thought she would lose.
Her child self. Her rounded eyes of innocence. She would never have it again. SHe would never gain the young curiosity of a kid pointing to things and smiling. She would never hold hands with whom she loved most. It would never ever be again.
Finally letting the walls that held her emotions at bay break and crumble, she let out a shriek that matched that of a person in a mental Asylum. Then she started to laugh hysterically, cupping her head with her hands. She let them all out that day. The thoughts, the tears, the anger. And most of all, thepart she'd never get a return on.
She lost it all. And she gained something else.
A sense to kill...
