To the Outerworld
Author: Soul Teller
Rating: T may be M in Future currently unsure...
Summary: A follow-up to Tag, Miria and the others begin their attack on the Organization, they are offered help from an unlikely source.
A/N: Please Review... I get real sad when I have no reviews and it seriously kills my drive to write.

Chapter 6
Rage

Raki stared up at the ceiling in his room, his hand held in front of him clenched in a fist. He sighed then he turned in his bed looking at the wall.

'What's wrong boy? Are you regretting what you did?' a malevolent voice echoed. Raki knew what it was: it was the Yoma in him. He couldn't exactly remember when it started talking to him. If he thought about it, however, it probably started when he was stuffed into that dark room after temporarily turning into a Yoma. Raki didn't say anything, but instead continued to stare at the wall.

Flashback

Raki walked into the room and felt his sight fall to the spectacle of Helen currently singing a random song while swinging a mug of beer to and fro, all the while Deneve watched her drunken friend with weary disgust. Miria had closed her eye's, Uma was sipping some wine, Cynthia was watching Helen, and Tabitha also closed her eye's with her arms folded over her chest.

Raki raised both hands and gave a monstrous clap. The clap created a light sonic boom, for the walls and chairs shuddered slightly at the sudden noise. Miria's eyes flew open as she grabbed her sword, standing and whirling around to point the business end of her sword at Raki. Helen humorously dropped her mug on herself, Uma nearly dropped her glass, Tabitha jumped slightly, Cynthia also jumped, and Deneve glared at Raki. But he didn't say anything, choosing to glare back at Miria. Miria herself lowered her sword, and stabbed it into the ground.

"Your late," She said, a hint of aggravation in her normally stoic voice.

Raki remained silent as he sat down in an empty chair between Miria and Deneve. Helen was glaring down at her front which was stained by the beer.

"Thanks a lot captain Grouch now my suit is ruined," she snarled, sitting down and slamming the now empty mug against the counter.

"You only got yourself to blame. Drinking is a bad habit after all," Raki countered coolly.

Miria eyed him. "What's wrong?" She asked, slightly surprised by his cool tone. Raki only scowled. Miria turned her head to Deneve who was also eyeing Raki.

"Nothing is wrong. So... where was I?" he asked to no one in particular, leaning forward and clasping his hands together.

"I believe you were telling us how Humans become Yoma." Uma answered.

Raki bowed his head in acknowledgment and then leaned back in his chair to get comfortable. "There are times when humans survive Yoma attacks. Usually when they do they end up becoming Yoma in about a month, sometimes even less," he explained, closing his eye's as he laid a hand on his forehead. "It's also possible for dead Humans to come back to life as Yoma if they still have certain organs. Organs such as the the stomach, heart, or the liver are possible for a Human come back to life."

Helen who had been miraculously quiet stood up staring at him. "So your saying... that we have been killing humans... the whole fricking time!?" She questioned sharply, Raki gave a smirk at this.

"Indeed," he answered, turning his now opened eyes to Miria. "Quite monstrous killing humans isn't it Miria?" Miria didn't say anything, but turned her gaze away from Raki. "I guess just because you have human blood it gives you a clear conscious doesn't it." She still didn't say anything but Raki knew that he was slowly but surely getting to her. "So many innocent lives lost..." He said in an almost antagonizing manner as he stood up.

She had enough. Miria slammed a fist on the table, denting it. Raki stared at Miria.

"They are not innocent!" she snarled. "They are monsters; they must be killed!"

"But they were once human," Raki merely told her.

"Not anymore they are. Now they're nothing but mindless beasts," she countered, her gaze piercing and full of hate.

"Are you sure? Maybe it's just an excuse for you to kill something? Face it you can't stand not killing something. In that sense you're more of a monster than the Yoma themselves," taunted Raki, taking some joy in her anger.

Miria glared at him. Nearby, Tabitha stood up and walked toward Raki, standing in front of him. Raki glanced at her curiously, then turned his gaze back Miria.

"Hmph," she grunted. "I would think monsters were you're area of expertise. After all you've been studying under a monster among monsters." Her eye burned with cold hatred.

Flashback end

Raki sighed and turned over when he heard a knock at the door. He stood up and walked to the door, opening it to see, much to his surprise, Helen and Deneve.

"Oi! What's up kid?" Raki didn't say anything as Helen noisily announced her presence. "You gonna let us in or not?"

Raki stood aside, letting the two walk inside. Helen took a moment to look around while Deneve simply leaned against the wall near the door, her eye's closed.

"Kinda small this place of yours. You being you, I'd have thought that you would want a bigger place," Helen analyzed.

"Why are you here? I seriously doubt it's about my living quarters?" Raki asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

Helen turned her head to him smiling. "Actually..." She began, sheepishly scratching the back of her head.

"Helen really was curious as to where your room was," Deneve deadpanned.

Raki's jaw nearly dropped in surprise."You can't be serious? Well, if she's here for that, then why are you here?"

Deneve opened one eye. "Firstly: to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Secondly: because I wished to ask you a few question's if you didn't mind."

Raki looked at her and then sighed; there was no escaping this questioning. He quietly sat on his bed while Helen continued to look around.

"Sure go ahead," he said, one eye watching Helen as if she was a three-year-old as she examined his sword which was lying on the table.

"Well... why did you do it?"

Raki blinked. "Do what?" he asked puzzled.

"Why did you... say the things you said to Miria?" she asked hesitantly.

Raki scratched the back of his head as he tried to figure out how to approach this. "Because it's true," he simply said.

Deneve stared at him with an undecipherable gaze, and even Helen was looking up.

"What makes you say that?" Raki scratched his head.

"All she does, all you guys do, is kill am I wrong? Now, knowing that what you really are killing are humans would you stop killing if you knew another way?" Deneve gave a nod while Helen snorted.

"Of course!" Helen quickly said.

"But Miria... she can't stop killing. It's something she's too good at. She doomed herself because she hates Yoma and all that makes them. She know's that some of their blood flows through her veins and it makes her hatred even stronger. Also, I noticed a slight glint in her eye when she fought me," Raki explained.

Deneve raced through her memory of Miria and noted the glint as well. "Point taken, but don't you think you could've been... less direct?" Deneve suggested.

Raki's eye's darkened. "I will not still my tongue in face of arrogance!" he snapped, then he put a hand on his head. "I'm sorry... it's just..."

"You hear a voice," Helen said suddenly, making Raki snap his sight to her. She still examined his sword, pretending to pay no attention before she flicked her eye's toward his. "Am I right?"

Raki didn't say anything, but instead turned his gaze away. Helen stood, one finger on the tip of his blade. She then turned and opened the door, but paused before she walked out, closing the door behind her.

Deneve watched all this coolly, then turning her head to Raki. "I still have more questions but I will ask them another time."

Raki looked up at her then he gave a nod. "Of course," he said as he stood up to get the door, but Deneve reached for the handle and pulled it open.

"I will take my leave," she announced, steppeing out while closing the door behind her.

Raki stared at the door for what seemed like an eternity and then looked at his sword, staring at his reflection. He looked to see a small trickle of blood dripping from the tip. He raised a finger to catch the drop of blood and stuck it in his mouth.

'I'm a fucking hypocrite!' he thought sadly as he enjoyed the coppery taste of blood.

Deneve found Helen down at the dining room a mug of frothing ale in her hand. Helen was staring at the ale as it bubbled, taking a small sip only to grimace.

"I forgot how nasty this stuff tasted." Helen said to no one in particular. Deneve said nothing but just sat down and closed her eye's. Helen continued to sip the ale. "Have you ever felt this way before?" Helen suddenly asked.

Deneve smiled slightly. She opened her eyes with a sort of dreamy look crossing her face.

"Yes; once before." Helen looked surprised.

"Really? Was it, you know, worth it?"

Deneve's smile turned into a smirk. "Slightly." Then Deneve did something that Helen thought she would never hear or see: she laughed! "And to think that it was I who confessed first!"

Helen stared at Deneve. "Wait! Wait, wait, wait! You confessed to a human?"

Deneve's laughter boiled down to a chuckle. "Indeed, a fool I was then." Deneve said, and a single tear emerged from her eye's. Then she stopped, using one finger to grab the tear and held it up it, making it glimmer in the light. "I guess you won't change your mind?" She asked Helen.

Helen mulled it over then she smiled lightly. "Eh there's plenty of fish in the sea! If I can't catch one, I'll catch another." Helen said, shrugging.

Deneve didn't say anything but she closed her eye's and then stood up. "Well I hope you are aware of the costs," Deneve warned. And she turned and opened her eyes, staring up. "He really is an interesting person," she mused to herself.

With that, she walked away leaving Helen to her drinking. Helen put her mug down and began rubbing her hands. "Okay! First things first! Information! Now where's that Isley guy?"

Chapter 6. I'm not gonna write for a while until I get a review on any of my stories... Why? Because I'm sick of writing stuff and not getting any feed back on how I write... I don't care who I get the review from I just want one review!