The Legacy of the Saiyaness: Chronicles of Letish

Chapter 10: Memory To Travesty

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After dinner Letish went straight to her room to take a shower. Being around everyone during dinner put a strain on her, how they asked all those questions. And why? Why couldn't they just ask about her favorite color or if she played any sports on planet Mecheta (the original name of her home planet) or something like that? At one part of the dinner Letish caught Goku glancing at her to see if talking about her past was making her nervous, which it was. And without having any control over it, looking back at him seemed to make her feelings show more through her body language that her eyes. She couldn't help it even it she tried.

But the worst part of the night was when they brought up the matter of Super Saiyan, and she accidently shattered her glass of water. She thought that's when everyone started to back off of her a little. Though to be honest it really didn't do anything for Letish. Now, talking to Goku? It was nice at first, until he said the dreaded double S word. She couldn't take it at that point, it was time to clean up after herself, head to bed and cool off there. She even announced to them that she was retiring to her room and to not disturb her…

When she reached her bed, Letish almost collapsed but reminded herself to shower real, quick and then finally get some sleep. She walked into the large bathroom and started stripping down her clothes. Her body felt limp when she folded her kimono up and placed it on the sink countertop. She placed her shoes on the floor, close to the neatly folded pile. When she reached the shower, Letish stopped and changed her mind and went to the massive bathtub. Turning the nozzle counterclockwise and waited for the water to rise four fifths of the way and then eased herself into the water to not burn her skin by the temperature. It was the closest thing she could get to a spa and it felt just as relaxing.

The water came up to the top of her neck, barely skimming her chin. Her head fell back against the edge of the bathtub, feeling all of the stress leave her shoulders then soon her entire body. She thanked the Kais for such a method to relieve stress and stretched out her legs like a cat as time went by to keep herself from passing out. A smile spread across her face as the soak became more delightful. She glanced over and grabbed a remote that was located on the wall and pressed the power button. She heard a noise come from a sound system that was built in to the wall directly across from her. The circular, black speakers pumped with bass as music began playing, filling her ears with the sweet serene sound of instruments. She could spend forever naming off every sound and its origin. Her smile grew into a wide grin agreeing that poking around in her bathroom was the best idea she had that entire day.

With the combination of the temperature of the room and the music, Letish started to grow tired and slip from her spot in the water. She blinked repeatedly to wake herself up then pressed a button on the control panel to alter the temperature of the water, turning it cold. She exhaled silently and took a deep breath before dipping her head under the water, incasing herself in it. Half a minute passed and she came back up, panting from nearing the limit of holding her breath but realizing it was time. She was for sure awake now. And with that she changed the temperature back to its original degree. Condensation crowded the air—along with the scent of body wash as she began washing her skin of all of the impurities that came with the sweat she exuded from the stress at dinner—and covered the mirror.

Letish wasn't in a hurry to get out, not by a long shot. She was finally enjoying herself in the privacy of her new bathtub in her new bathroom, in her new room, in her new home on her new planet. The thought of this crossed her mind as she scrubbed her body clean with some soap and a bath scrubber. She knew planet Earth had so easily become a second place of residence out of the entire universe, and Capsule Corp had even more easily become her second home on Earth. The more she thought about it, it was the best decision to live with the Briefs for the time being, just until she got back on her feet. At least there were Saiyan survivors here. It was both a blessing and a burden at the same time.

Why is everybody being so nice to me? I sure wouldn't if I knew some person who had just arrived on my planet had a sketchy past. I would have when I was little, but not anymore. Sometimes you just have to stop being a child and mad up. And boy do I know what that feels like. Well, regardless, I'll only stay until I can get passed everything that's happened. And only then will I go back to planet Mecheta, after all hell has fallen free of my past and me.

She was thankful that they were so generous to her. If she were either of them, she would have had her doubts. Letish was more surprised by Vegeta's behavior toward her. When she read about him on her Scanner and of how the Royal Family treated people outside of their circle from her mother and grandmother, it was emphasized on how little they tolerated actions from outsiders against the kingdom, and their lack of respect for a lengthy list of things. She expected the prince to be… harsher when dealing with her. Well, sure he threatened to blast her. But she knew he would be foolish if he followed through with such an obvious bluff.

Prince Vegeta… she thought. When her body was completely covered in suds, Letish sat the bath scrubber aside before sinking under water to wash off. After that, she grabbed it again and scrubbed her hair for a cleaning. And since a Saiyan's hair never changed it would do no harm. However hers was still growing as apposed to a male Saiyan, whose hair usually stops growing after their early youth.

His behaviors sure did prove whatever I thought of the Royal Family wrong. Not only did he take me in, but he gave me this fabulous room too, with some help from his wife of course. She stopped her thought and mustered a very small smile. And more importantly it reminds me of home for an odd reason. It must be the hospitality and infectious kindness. Being reminded of home doesn't bother me all that much. I can't figure out why but it doesn't. Thank Kami. I sure miss it, but I'll return to it someday… I'll be coward if my past keeps me from reuniting my friends with their homes.

Her mind then drifted off to Goku. Someone she thought she could trust, and still did, barely now, but couldn't help think he wasn't to be trusted. She thought back to when she returned to the dining room to clean up the broken glass and put away her plate. Before she really left for her room, Goku wished her goodnight and plenty of rest. She didn't say anything, just a nod of agreement and then she would be on her way.

I hope to the Kais I have no trouble sleeping tonight, Goku. You can't imagine how much so…

She cupped soap in her hands and breathed in easily the scent, then blew it away.

When you told me to have a good night, I wasn't scared. A part of me knew you meant it. Even if my emotion got the best of me from before, somehow my heart was calmed by your concern.

She shook her head.

No, you can't trust him. She slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand in frustration of her mixed feelings. You can't trust anyone here. But I need to trust Bulma. She's the only one here who can have any chance of fixing my necklace. Well, then, you can't trust the men here. But... what about Vegeta? He gave me a place to stay, and this beautiful room. I can never repay him for his generosity. That's beside the point. Other than that, you can't trust the man. Are you seriously telling me I should only like him because he gave me a place to stay and hate him for any other reason? I should be lucky I'm not dead. They could have just left me in that pod. I should be praying that I don't screw anything up. Is there anyone I can trust? No! Nobody! You can believe anybody here, especially not the Saiyans! Have you forgotten why you ran off, why you left home in the first place?

Letish let a frown show, remembering easily why she did leave. She cupped soap again in her right hand, frowning down at it.

Yes, but the more I think about it, the more I think he's genuinely concerned for me. Goku, I mean. And that makes you happy? Whatever happened to not wanting pity from that fool? He's not a fool! He just wants to help me! Nothing's wrong with that! You're kidding, right? No. I really think he's trying to be on my side in this. Well, he's a Super Saiyan. The one thing you hate about him, and for good reason, and you know why. So, why would you trust him?

She had enough of being confused. She knew what she felt was true, and she wouldn't deny it. "Because he saved my life!" she finally shouted, smacking herself across the face very hard to get her head out of the gutter. A little too hard in fact, making her fall backwards into the water, where she stayed for a few seconds before she realized she had her eyes opened long enough for some of the soapy water to leak in.

She shot up and rubbed her eyelids hard, trying to mend her now pink sclera as she whined, "Ow, ow, ow! Soap in my eyes! Soap in my eyes!"

She ended up staying in that glorious bathtub for a one more hour swimming around in the small lake-sized tub after having washed her body, hair and soaked her troubles away; it would only temporary so she took advantage of everything that little time of relaxation had to offer. When she finished, Letish grabbed her clothes and put them back on and then walked to her bed. Falling back on top of it with all of her weight, she studied the gold pattern on her kimono and was reminding of the memory of her home planet. How could Bulma have known it was one of Mecheta's planetary colors? She couldn't have known, though Letish guessed that she figured it was a favorite of hers from what the dress she was wearing earlier that day. Regardless she was too happy to care, holding her garbs close to her in hopes of dreaming about her friends back to a time when everything was right with the universe.

Wouldn't that be nice?

She smiled at the thought of ever going back to such a wonderful time and place. All memory of the trials that took place her last day on the planet left her subconscious as she slowly drifted off into a blissful sleep. While Letish slept stretched out on her new bed, little did she know her necklace still sat on the bathroom counter.

A few more hours had past and it was ten after midnight. Everyone was sound asleep: the Sons, the Briefs and their friends. She—just as she asked for—was dreaming of her life on her home planet at one of the most memorable times in her life: when she was cooking in the kitchen with her mother...

LETISH'S DREAM (OR SHOULD I SAY MEMORY):

"Mommy, just like this?"

"Yes dear," her mother Arulia said. "And remember Letish: don't go sneaking a taste of those Buffalo Fowl Wings or it won't satisfy your stomach's expectations as much as it would if you hadn't."

They were in their large kitchen cooking for dinner, not only for their family but the people of their village and surrounding villages. Which was a lot to say the least. And that was just for the three Saiyanesses alone. Luckily they were blessed with multiple ovens and cooking supplies as a courtesy from the Mechets (a shortened name for them) who had no literal idea how to cook. Even on the day that Arulia and Lanacris—her mother—arrived, they told Arulia and her mother that none of them had ever cooked a day in their lives. For the reason being that they didn't require much of food, besides the fruit and crops that grew around them naturally, in order to survive. But boy did the Mechets enjoy their company when they first tasted the meals prepared by the women.

"I highly doubt that, Sirette." A name Letish would call her when she was being demanding or cocky. Or both. She stopped then asked, "Hey Mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"Why do you say things like that?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why do you word yourself like that?"

"Because when you partake in a meal before it is prepared and served, it can have dire consequences!" Arulia explained, wiggling her fingers as if she were telling a spooky story, then used those same fingers to tickle at little Letish's sides, making her squeal and cry out for mercy. "In exact trans: if you don't fully commit yourself to something intending to finish it to the end and stay true to your word, you will ruin it, my little monkey child!" She laughed like an stereotypical villain. "That's why you never do anything unless you're sure it will benefit you and make you happy! Does that answer your question?" (A/N - She always had a funny way of telling her daughter something and fitting a lesson into the equation. Also Letish would be eight years old at this time.)

She picked her up in the air and over her head, smiling at her and she smiled back as Letish calmed down from hysteria. Her mother released her from her grasp, placing her back down on the kitchen floor.

"So, kind of like my virginity?" Letish asked her, knowing where her mom was getting at.

Arulia grinned proudly and leaned down to her, putting her hands on her knees. "Yes, my little girl. How did you ever know?" Like I have to ask, she thought.

"I could smell the double meaning over the buffalo sauce," Letish smirked.

Arulia laughed. "Oh and speaking of purity—"

"Mom, the people of this planet are asexual." Letish put her hands on her hips. "I know a lot more than you think. Maybe you shouldn't be so descriptive in your stories about being on Planet Vegeta with my father."

"That was one story, brat," her mother shot back jokingly. "And that's not what I meant. I was going to say that when you get be an age where I think you are ready to commit yourself to a man, you and I will go searching for a planet to find you a suitable mate."

She gasped. Her excitement was about to boil over. "And grandma too?"

"Uh-huh!" Arulia nodded.

"Cool!" Letish cheered. Then her smile dropped a little. "But wait. Does that mean I'll have to… kiss him?"

Arulia smiled widely to stop herself from laugh. "Yes."

Letish put on a slight stink face. "Isn't that gross?"

She thought about that questioned. "Why are you asking me like you're really confused about on whether you should be grossed out or not? And besides, you remember what I've told you in the past about kissing."

"I know but… I kind of zoned out after you began 'detailing'."

She rolled her eyes. "My child…" she picked her up into her arms, "First, don't be a wimp. You're a girl, and you will be doing that someday. And second, when you find your perfect equal and you love him—after you've shared your first kiss with him of course," she clarified, "you'll be so hooked you'll never want to let go..."

Just as Letish became used to being surrounded by her happy memories, things made a turn for the worst.

Arulia and her were sitting on the couch in their living room after a hard day's work trying to clean the house. The two Saiyanesses were spread out and tired of doing anything that day.

"Hey Lettykins?" she puffed with extreme exhaustion. "Can you give me a massage?"

"Sure," Letish answered, puffing as well. "After it stops hurting to breath." Arulia giggled. "And sit." They looked at each other, giggling at how true that was. Then let out an "ow" from both of them after a short while, being in enough pain that it would hurt to really enjoy themselves.

"And laugh." She and her mother added on.

They chuckled again in spite of how sore they felt. After a few minutes of silence, Letish worked up the courage to say what was on her mind. She sat up on the couch asked, "Mom?"

"Yeah, Letish?"

"You know… a lot of people live miserable lives," she admitted, tapping the tips of her index fingers together timidly.

"Letish!" Arulia gasped, almost not believing her ears when she said it.

"I'm sorry. I can't word myself right when I'm edgy. I just mean that not everyone can have happy lives."

"When exactly is this going to sound less selfish?" she kidded around, lifting an eyebrow.

"I'm really trying here, Mom. When I think about it, not everyone can be lucky enough to have…"

"To have what?"

Letish blushed nervously, having second thoughts about finishing, but did anyway. "To have people to surround them with love. I just wish everyone could have something so awesome."

"Aw…" Arulia laid a hand on top of Letish's head. "You're talking about the Mechets, aren't you?"

"Well, not just them… Mostly… it was geared towards—"

The two of them heard a crashing sound like that of the sound of a blast being fired. Arulia and Letish looked at each other dumbfounded. Grandmother was at the lab and was going to be gone until around the time of dinner to help out with preparations. There was no way she could have fired a blast like that, and forget about the Mechets. Arulia knew better and could tell the energy she was sensing was evil, and she knew eventually somebody would come after her for hijacking the space pods and leaving Planet Vegeta without the command of Frieza or his Highness: a crime to their people which was punishable by death.

She got up from the couch and assumed a fighting stance. Letish got up as well; she hid behind her mother's leg, scared. "Mom, what's going on?"

"I don't know! I'm not certain if my instincts are correct but—"

The wall in front of them was blasted down and debris, smoke and chunks of the wall blew in their direction. Taking them by surprise. Arulia grabbed Letish and covered her head, crouching down on the floor while they waited for the explosion to clear. Letish was so scared for the two of them she went to speak, but her mother covered her mouth, afraid somebody truly was after them and would hear her.

She was more than sure it wasn't an accident; she believed that someone did come for them. Arulia could sense a power level, which only proved her suspicions; make that a very strong power level. It was indeed more powerful than her own, however she would be a failure as a mother if she let whoever owned that energy lay a hand on her daughter. She left Planet Vegeta to escape the madness, no way would herself and her family and friends on the planet get sucked into the trouble that followed Lord Frieza. Not on her life.

When the smoke cleared. Arulia turned her head towards the destruction of their home to see who had caused it, too busy to worry about their home. For an odd reason the light from outside was so bright only a silhouette of a beign appeared, with the stature of a man. She thought it had to have been the sun to cause for her difficulty with seeing the man's face, squinted in order to catch a glance at his face.

He walked forward, still unable to see, now because it was apparent that he was wearing a gray and dusty, old cloak with its hood pulled over his head. "Hand her over," the voice demanded, holding out a hand.

When Letish heard what he said she cowered behind her mother's leg, getting scared. Arulia felt her daughter's finger dig into her leg and covered her head with her hands again. She snarled at him. "What?! No way! She's staying with me!" She held Letish tighter as her nails gripped her leg more vigorously. "You won't lay one finger on her as long as I'm here! Got that?"

"I'm afraid it's out of your control at this point. I'm taking her and you have no argument in this."

"Absolutely not! Under no circumstance is she going with you anywhere, and by no means are you going to persuade my decision otherwise! I risked way too much to get here just to let that monster Frieza take everything I love from me! I gave up very good friends and a true love for this! Not to mention what I could have risked by going against Planet Vegeta's laws! So, no! I won't let you or that tyrant take my girl from me!" In the time when things seemed to escalate and her anger seemed to flare, Arulia somehow picked Letish up in her arms without noticing. Part of her was frightened by the fact that her instincts told her to keep her daughter as close to her as possible because she thought it meant her nightmares would come true. But she kept her fears and insecurities suppressed deep inside to come across as brave for Letish.

"Th-that's why you're here, isn't it? By orders of Lord Frieza?" A minute passed and Arulia worked up the courage to laugh then growled defensively, stepping back. "Doesn't matter. Frieza's henchman or not, you're still not taking my daughter away from me!" She put Letish down steadily without taking her eyes off the man then clenched her fist and threw it down to her side, wanting terribly to obliterate him. Letish naturally hid behind her mother again as "YOU'LL HAVE TO PRY HER FROM MY COLD, DEAD HANDS!"

Letish cringed when she heard Arulia say "cold, dead hands" and dug her nails into her legs, piecing right through the skin even for a girl with hardly any sharpness to her nails. But her mother didn't care; she was entitled to feel scared for her life. And how Arulia mourned for her. All she ever wanted was for Letish to feel safe and protected and never have to be put in a situation this sensitive at a young age such as eight years. It wasn't fair at all to her and Arulia hated to see her this terrified. Nothing made her feel so unworthy of being a mother than feeling like she sacrificed her daughter's wellbeing in any way.

Her mother excused her with a hand, telling Letish it was alright and that she would handle everything from there, glancing back at her scared daughter with hurt and grief in her eyes. Arulia turned her head back to see the man again after with the same look of pain in her eyes after having wasted too much time worrying about how to fix her daughter's child-like innocence, but she tried to regain her fearlessness for the sake of Letish as hard as it was for her after witnessing just what this encounter was doing to her, which it was very much so.

She glanced back at her over her left should, still worried. 'This is really bad?' She turned her head back on the man to check on him. 'Letish's locket may have eight more years on it, but there's only so much the thing can take before it starts run out of power faster! Why isn't the darn thing working?' She returned to her daughter again. 'She grabbing ahold of it, but it's still not doing anything!' Arulia swore in her head, gritting her teeth. 'Something isn't right here. The locket isn't supposed to waver in efficiency until it nears its end at sixteen tears! I have to talk with Gear (creator of her locket), he should have warned me that something like this would—'

"I knew you would be stubborn." He spoke up finally, interrupting Arulia's train of thought and catching her attention without a hitch. "I may not receive your blessing but I can surly win your daughter's."

Her confidence flowed back into her, making her scoff at him. "Ha ha ha ha! You have to be delusional! There's no way she would leave with you! Seriously, what are you on? Letish is my daughter. She grew up knowing to importance of family!" she snickered again at his assumed ignorance. "The day she joins you is the day I censure the meaning of family!" she spoke loudly with confident pride.

Arulia felt Letish leave from her leg and walk towards the mystery man, much to her mother's fright. What the heck was she doing?

While all of this was going on, fifteen-year-old Letish, the real one, was watching it from inside the dream. However she was in a form that didn't allow her to interact with anybody in the dream.

"What? This can't be happening. This isn't how it happened." Letish glanced frantically between her younger self and her mother. Her dream was completely off, this wasn't at all what happened. It wasn't even taking place in the correct time.

'What's going on? Is my mind playing tricks on me? I know what I saw! It's burned and etched into my brain forever! Then what the hell am I looking at?'

She looked to her mother and saw the speechless and shock expression on her face, becoming worried for her mother and wanting to cry. Three years of not seeing her mother in person and she still looked as beautiful as she remembered, even if she did look frightened. And yet Letish couldn't actually say that she saw her for real.

This was a dream, a kami-forsaken dream.

"Mom! Whatever you do, don't believe what you see for a second! This isn't happening! It didn't happen like this! Not at all!" She took Arulia by the shoulders and tried to shake her back to reality while attempting to convince her that none of what was occurring was true, but wasn't able to, seeing that she wasn't in a tangible form when her hands slipped from her figure. Letish looked at her hands with confusion in her eyes then back to Arulia. "Mom, you have to listen to me. I don't understand what's going on but it isn't true! I'm your daughter; I would never turn my back on you! You have to believe—"

She felt herself move or rather being moved out of the way. Twelve-year-old Letish must have because she had this look of determination on her face as she stared back at Arulia. But it was more than determination, worse than determination. Her eyes were cold and deceptive, something that the older Letish never thought she was capable of. Deceiving her family and friends, but mostly her mother, for she had given her everything: life, love, freedom, and happiness. She made her what she is today. How could this be happening?

The younger Letish began to raise a hand up in front of her mother, an action that Arulia recognized all too well. For whatever reason she may or may not have had, she was going to end her life. Right then and there. And yet she said nothing, spoke no words; there was nothing she could say to her at that point. For absolutely no motive that she was aware of her own daughter was ready to take her life and she was too horrified to do anything.

How could she? She loved Letish more than anything in the world. She was her only child, the only thing that tied her to her father. She could never hurt her, even if she was going to kill her. There were many things she could do, but fighting back against her daughter to save her own life wasn't one of them. It would mean taking her Bond and breaking it. And that she refused to do.

'No.' Letish reached out and went to cry out but the dream was now hindering her ability to talk. 'No! She can't do this to her! I mean, I can't do this to her! I have to find a way to stop this!' She reached for her mother but her limbs were frozen still to her sides. 'No! Please stop this!' She shut her eyes away from the terror that was herself, her dream self. She could feel tears pleading for escape, but Letish felt that if she were to allow the request she wouldn't be able to stop. She would cry at everything: how real it felt even if it wasn't, the look on her mother's face, the monster that had become of Dream Letish. All of it was overwhelming for her, way too overwhelming to speak of or think straight.

'This isn't happening! This can't be happening! How could I have done something like this!? HOW AM I CAPABLE OF COMMITING SOMETHING SO DECEPTIVE!? TO MY OWN MOTHER! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!'

She felt a change occur around her so she opened her eyes, only to find that she was looking directly at her twelve-year-old self. She saw tears circle her view as it became blurry and that's when it dawned on her; the dream had done the most heartless act it could by placing her in her mother's body. Wanting her to feel what she felt before it all went to hell, which succeeded because she now understood what Arulia went through trying to keep her daughter away from danger.

And simultaneously that's when Letish realized that her dream was all along what she truly felt went on the day that man came for her. That it was her fault and that she had somehow killed her mother. Before she could really react to her realization, an energy blast fired at Letish. Summoning a feeling of electrical shock that coursed through her like a sensation of tossing a radio into a bathtub, a familiar feeling however she had never endured such a dreaded sensation in her entire life…

Letish shot up in bed having broken out in a sweat, screamed to high heaven as a red aura emitted around her after witnessing such a terrifying dream. It felt so vivid and real that she didn't care if anybody in the world could hear her. Luckily the walls of the house were made sound proof, however the volume was the least of her problems. Something much worse was about to arise. Her head lowered as the aura faded and her eyes shot. Her hands frantically searched her neck then her chest for her locket.

"Oh no! My necklace! Where is—ah!" How could she have forgotten? It was so important, too important to her that she would easily forget to put it back on. Yet she was so tired and caught up in her dreams that she couldn't concentrate on anything else. But now that she was up, she had to get to her necklace. "What time is it?" She whipped her head around to the clock on her nightstand. "It's 12:08?! It's been well over the time limit!"

She jumped out of bed and onto her feet to get her necklace when a strong force overcame her body, compelling her weight to deceive her and falling to the floor. Letish pressed up with all the strength she had in herself to get back up, but she couldn't. The affect of not wearing her necklace in the last few hours was taking a toll on her ability to have control of her body, and soon, control of her emotions as well.

"No… Have to reach the locket in time…!" She grunted in frustration for her lack of power and authority over her body. But she would never give up. She knew all too well what she would do if she didn't make it in time. "I won't risk putting these people's lives in danger… If only I could get to it… darn it…!"

Still crawling on the floor, she finally made it to her bathroom. Her hand extended for the knob to open the door, but her grasp struggled. After one or two failed attempts, the door finally creaked open, to which she push it forcefully out of her way so she could get to the sink.

The pressure increased as she neared her necklace. Letish slammed her hand down on top of the counter nearly slipping off but climbed back up, and started to scan for the locket with just the help from her hand.

"Come on… where are you, you blasted thing?"

When it became hard for her to find it, she pulled herself up with what little strength she had left to see where it was. Of course! It was all the way to the edge where the mirror met with the stone countertop.

"Yes!" She beamed and then smirked, peering her target down. "Heh, heh, if only I can just—AH!"

The power, the force that slowly began overwhelming her body had finally taken over her entire being: her thoughts, her heart, and more consequentially her power. Power the she hadn't even tapped into herself for most of her life. There seemed to have been endless reserves of it. Her whole life she had fought, fueled by her emotions. They were a very big part of how she came to be even stronger than her mother and grandmother combined. When she was happy, her fight technique showed it. When she was enraged, she would show no mercy. When she felt cocky and knew she could beat someone, she would finish him or her in less than no time at all.

But this… This was something else. This was, like Vegeta said, catastrophic. It was just waiting to be taken advantage of. One would think such a thing like power couldn't experience feelings like passion and self-indulgence and pride. How could physical dominance over something come with feelings? It wasn't right, but it felt so right. That feeling of redefined power coursing through your veins, pumping in and out your heart and to the rest of your body. It could cause you to have high cholesterol if it wanted to. It could even cause high blood sugar. Why? Who knows! That was the beauty of it all, the sick beauty! You didn't know why it was happening or making you feel this way, or how, you just enjoyed it. Because any sane person would, you didn't need to be a genius to know that…

Right?

But it was power she hadn't been exposed to since she was a mere infant, and even then she had no idea how to keep it under control. That's why they gave her the locket. And on top of that, it would take her many years to learn how to truly command that power, but could easily learn so by hard work and much training. However, she was still inexperienced to this level of emotional disorder per se. Chaos is what it was. And now that it was unleashed, nothing could stop her from exploiting her uncovered power to the full extent of her ability.

Tonight there was a waning crescent out, almost not visible. Thankfully it was not a full moon, which would have only added to her powers tremendously if she were to transform into an Oozaru.

Letish pulled herself up from the floor to the sink. Around her black pupils had formed red irises, and upon her face a wicked smirk appeared as she began a short-lived chuckle. Her eyes darted at the necklace, and picked it up. She stared at it as she walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. Her hand grasped it then let go.

"Hmph," she grinned maliciously, before tossing it unhand off to her side to fall on top of her bed. It was shortly after that she began walking towards the door. "Sorry old friend, but this dog's gotta run. And I can't have some stupid collar tying me down—" She suddenly stopped in place for curiosity came over her when her ears picked up the faintest sound coming from somewhere either in or around the building. "Hm?"

But what was this sound, and where was it coming from? And if somebody was responsible for this sound, what was to come of them, for they had completely captured the interest of Letish? And she wouldn't let it pass for anything.