Lightning illuminated the sky as Emmaline sat in his car, the engine off and the keys hanging in the ignition. He leaned his back against the seat and stared up at his apartment, his body shaking and his icy eyes large and imploring.
What the hell was he doing? What the was he going to do? Why was he just sitting here convulsing like a frightened child?
He turned his head to stare in the backseat, studying the latent figure unconscious under his wrinkled jacket. He had taken the boy and ran, escaping the strange scene of mud and blood alike, behind. He was supposed to kill him, he had avoided doing so earlier that day, but it was like he had come looking for trouble, asking to be murdered.
And if he hadn't become his other half he would be dead.
Saskia…what a name. His name had held no significance two hours ago, but now it was everything. Or rather they name they now shared, the name called Oblivion.
Emmaline sighed, drawing his brows together in a slight grimace. As he threw the door of his car open, he leaned his head down just missing hitting himself as he stepped out into the downpour. He swung his lengthy ponytail over his shoulder before bending down to throw the door open the backdoor.
"Come on now, Sacrifice." Emmaline sighed. "Let's get you cleaned up."
He groaned a bit as he heaved Saskia's dead weight into his open arms. He stared at the younger boys sleeping face for a moment, his eyebrows drawn in concentration. He looked like a child napping, his mouth almost smiling.
Emmaline's stomach jumped, and he flinched in surprise, his face donning almost confused features for a moment.
"What is happening to me…?"
Dripping from the mud the blood and the rain, Emmaline carried his sacrifice carefully up the stairs. He bumped the front door open with his hip and continued into a bare living room, cold air hitting him and giving a quick shiver as he made his way to the claustrophobic bathroom.
Saskia's sentoki laid him down adroitly on the cold tile; he lifted the boys blood drenched shirt, his glacial eyes searching his new wound, memorizing its clear lines and symmetry.
"Oh…" he whispered, the bizarre feeling of awe still haunting him as he stared.
Emmaline threw of his sopping white robe stained pink, and then leaned his lean body over Saskias, ripping his shirt over his head. Emmaline flinched, awkwardly staring at the boys narrow chest. He felt his face burning as he tried to hold his composure, his face retaining a stern look of perplexity.
This was Aoyagi Seimei's kid, obviously; how could he be stuck with such feelings of overwhelming sentiment relating so closely to adoration? He had a passionate loathing for Seimei, how could he be in his bathroom with his flesh and blood…trying to care for him.
Emmaline covered his mouth and nose with his large hand, his eyes almost glaring at his sacrifices shirtless form. He leaned back against the wall, unable to move his gaze as he sank to the floor in a missive pathetic heap.
He couldn't do this by himself, he had no idea how he could even get himself to uncloth him, much less throw him in the bathtub to wash the blood off. As much as he hated to admit to such things, he had to give up and say he was in over his head. He jerked his oversized jacket off of the rest of Saskia's body and hurriedly fished his phone out of the pocket. He dialed quickly, and held the phone up to his ear, his hands still quivering just a bit. It rang twice before he heard a voice pick up on the other end.
He sighed.
"Hello?"
"Elise?"
"Emme?
" J'ai besoin de vous…"
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Eneko shivered, hiding in the corner of the west end library. He had the rig a few locks to get inside, so he was sure he could hide out there at least until he could figure out what to do. He had seen his brother get kidnapped but an eighty- foot monster with white hair. He wasn't sure what had happened but for the last two hours he was sure the strange creature was coming back for him.
He had realized that who ever the yeti monster was, he wasn't going to come back, at least not to night. He knew if he told his parents they would be furious at both of them, but he was afraid for Saskia's safety. He had no way of getting home, no way of figuring out how took his brother, or of getting something in his stomach so he could think rationally.
He continued to shake as he pulled his knees closer to his chest. He had heard breathing coming from the other side of the library, whoever it was they were sleeping and they didn't seem to be bothering anyone. A student, Eneko presumed, hiding out.
He wanted to find something to eat, he couldn't think right when he was hungry and he had to come up with some kind of game plan.
"How long are you going to sit there cowering?" a deep voice beckoned from the shadows.
Eneko startled out of his deep thought, almost jumping out of the corner he was sitting in, and tumbling out onto the floor.
"H-how did you know I was here, huh? I made virtually no noise getting in here."
He said this, his tone of voice almost whining. ( he hated being mistaken)
"I've known you were here this whole time…I can smell you…"
The voice was daunting, it sounded almost as though he was trying to scary him purposely, which infuriated the young boy. Eneko glared, wrinkling up his pointed nose.
"I'm not a stupid grade school idiot, I know there's no possible way you can smeel me from where you are, you must have heard me come in, despite the care I took in being undetected."
"You're almost familiar, your scent, the way you talk you sound just like…him."
Eneko frowned in confusion, the stranger's words infuriating him. He narrowed his eyes into the darkness, his boyish face hard.
"You're the one cowering! If you knew I was hiding here, why didn't you show yourself , huh? Instead of saying stupid things like 'I smell you' or something. What are you even doing in here in the middle of the night?"
It was silent for a moment, and Eneko almost regretted spouting off like he did, but then he could a shallow laughter, almost like he was mocking him. Eneko seethed.
"what's so damn funny?"
Without thinking, the boy jumped out of his hiding spot and headed straight for where the voice had been coming from, his arms at his side and his hands tucked into fists.
He stormed deeper into the darkness of the West End Library, kicked small piled of books and magazines out of his way, he was sure he was almost to where the figure must be waiting for him, but suddenly he became startled by the lightning from the storm outside.
Vicious light cracked through the windows of the Library, illuminating everything around him for a whisper of a moment; and what he saw stole his breath away.
In a corner, chained to the floor…could his eyes have deceived him? There was a man there, he was tall and dark his eyes looked red…and they seemed to glow for seconds after the light shown in them. He has ears, a tail…and a ripped shirt, blood stain and ragged at the sleeves.
And did he really see…fangs? Claws?
Or was he jus afraid from the event prior to his hasty refuge?
The figure started to laugh again, deep, almost angry.
"You're scared now aren't you?" It said, sounding amused. "I'm not surprised."
Eneko refused to let his senses override his resolve. He would not take a step back, although his mind was screaming at him to run away. He grit his teeth.
"I'm not afraid of you. You're chained to the floor."
The creature sighed.
"Yes, I'm chained to the floor, because otherwise I couldn't control myself, and I'd have to eat you."
"Eat me?" he exclaimed unbelievingly. "You'd eat a person? What the hell are you?"
"A figure of your imagination."
"Impossible."
"You really must be akin to him… Ritsu Sensei."
Eneko was taken aback for a moment, his features confused.
"You knew Ritsu? Before he died?"
"Yes."
"How? He was your teacher? What do you know? Do you know who that eighty foot tall guy was outside? Tell me everything!" Eneko cried, stepping forward a few more feet.
The creature chuckled.
"You tell me what I want to know and I'll tell you, child…you do look like him too, the same face the same hair…the same scent."
Eneko pursed his lips angrily, his ears flattening to his head.
"Fine what could you possibly want to know about me? You don't even know who I am."
"On the contrary, I might know more about you than you think. Now tell me who your parent are."
The young boy let out a frustrated sigh.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you…"
"Try me." The creature piped.
"Aoyagi Ritsuka is my Dad, Aoyagi Seimei is my Father."
"So it is true then…the curse. That Ritsu had an experiment that didn't fail."
"Huh? He did that to my Dad?"
"Yes."
Eneko sucked in a breath, his stomach turning at his excitement.
"What did he do to him?"
"Not ah…you need to answer another of mine, Child of Ritsuka."
"What! But-."
"Now…do you have a brother?"
"Yes, an older one, but-."
"Then I was right, you are both descendants of Ritsu, I could tell, you have a part of his soul in you."
"Wha…but…Ritsu, he was the Headmaster, I'm not his descendant. Me Dad-."
"No." The creature cut Eneko off, with a smile the boy could hear in his words. "Ritsu is your late grandfather."
