Not the same
He looked into his looking eye as he sat on his throne watching the curled up body of his enemy with bruises were once again on her arms and blood streamed down her white arms like red tears. When he got his next chance, Chase promised himself that he would kill his counterpart with no hesitation and make him feel every bit of pain as possible. The immortal stared at her shaken body, Chase had seen the abuse Derek had inflicted on her. He had found that Yin didn't fight back it only took every inch that he threw without complaint.
Tears stained her flush cheeks from moments ago, she looked like a beaten dog about to turn violent at anytime if caught in the wrong moment. Yin was now broken and crushed like a demolished vase too destroyed to fix. She clutched her pillow enough to rip where her fingers gripped it. Chase may have lived for fifteen hundred years; he still had low knowledge of the female mind much like the rest of the race of males. Women seemed so fickle and strange, it was almost hard to believe that they were part of the same species.
"Chase", called out his daily nuisance he wanted so badly to go away. He quickly diminished the looking eye from sight before Katnappe was able to see it sink to the floor in a grayish flame. "Chase, we have the cake tasting to do", informed the sunshine blonde villainess in a bright pink party dress that made his wheat filled eyes burn. Reluctantly, the immortal man stood up and walked towards the other Dragon of Yin to the kitchen where seventeen cakes were standing like mountain range. Who would actually let so many favors in one space at once?
There was no way they were going to be able to sample all these cakes and select a style within the hour. 'What a joy', thought Chase sarcastically. However, it was more than likely that she was going to choose everything that was to her taste; Derek's and hers alone. Reluctantly, the Dragon of Yang for the Heylin took a bite of the dessert samples savoring what taste was in the unhealthy food. Touch was felt on his chin to make him turn to make him turn to his head towards his unfaithful fiancée.
"Taste this", said Katnappe in a coxing order before feeding him a piece of cake in his open mouth. He made a surprised face as the food was practically shoved down his throat, then placed a blank mask on his face before nodding for no reason. "You like carrot cake", asked the girly girl biting into sample number four. Chase shook his head in response to the question though he wasn't really paying attention to Ashley, "You know Chase I think that you were with that freaky pale mute for too long." Chase turned his head to the bride to be for a reason, "You're starting to act like that bitch."
Chase gripped at his fork nearly bending the metal material to give a new form, 'If she is the bitch then what's that make you?' His thoughts wondered again while Katnappe started talking again. He had to admit it though he hadn't been in his own palace for more than a half hour; he was acting a small measurement like Yin. He was staying quiet with every step he took throughout; he would mutter a grunt or whisper a four letter word sentence but still said little to no words. 'You must be rubbing off me, huh, Yin?'
At the Temple
She wasn't surprised to see the girl where she was, Kimiko was looking down at the form on the floor like a seed of anger ready to bloom. Bruises on her arms in the shape of forceful hands and blood stained the snow of her hair. The Dragon of Fire had known something about this, from her behavior and how she flinched at anyone's touch. She never thought that she would start to go this far, a sharp razor on the floor next to her mat, smeared blood on the sharpened end. This would leave marks for tomorrow to witness with pity.
'Yin', she thought in pity as she crouched down her friend's broken form. Yin still didn't move from her spot, she only curled in a tighter ball at Kimiko's touch. "So this why you been distant other than Chase", the fiery girl analyzed getting a small nod, "How often does he do this to you?" Her expression softened to a sorrowful gaze towards the razor within reach. Kimiko nodded, so it had been that long. The Yang was trying to overpower the Yin through abuse like a dictator over their country, blood was dry and cuts were reduced to an open wound.
This far... how could she let it go this far, thought the beaten down Yin clutching her pillow tighter. The cutting was just starting today after it all was done, there had to be worse pains out there than this. She promised herself not to feel anything, nothing but nurturing emotions, for the fifteen hundred year man that laid with her at night since there wasn't that much room for two. The man who had given her part of his energy to save her from her injuries like she had for him, the very same that had agreed to go back to what they were before. Enemies.
But none of it was the same as before, was it? Her grip released from the damage of the pillow and she sat up. Coal looks at sapphire with a small glint of life in the irises, pale slightly chapped lips formed a weak smile at the Dragon of Flame. Showing every bruise and wound like a medal from the championship. There was no way to take back what had happened without dire consequence in its wake, so why bother. Yin would heal and come out on top try to keep the face of a warrior instead of a sad girl.
"Yin, are you going to be okay", asked Kimiko worried to find her smiling against the pain. Yin nodded to her friend before standing to grab the robe that hung on the dresser. Her pale hand motioned for the hot tempered female outside of the room. Kimiko nodded with hesitation and followed the silent snow haired girl through the halls and outside to find all of the guys in. Derek looked at his fiancée shocked that she was being so bold as to show her bruised face. He was even more surprised to find her fist collide with his face in a blinding speed, since he had told her never to do such things.
"What the hell was that for snow…" started the Dragon of Yang before he was interrupted by a unlikely voice.
"From now on", warned the black marked girl, "if you touch me, then you will be the one who bruises." Nothing was going to be the same again.
Polls end for the next story and the next story will be revealed in a while.
