Title: Creeping Within My Soul

Character(s): Droite, Numbers 18

A/Ns: Ehehehehe...

Creeping Within My Soul

Droite slipped into an empty room, panting and holding on to the wall. Her tattoo flashed with her breaths, glowing an ominous light blue. She struggled until she couldn't walk any farther, collapsing onto her hands and knees.

And then she saw it. That thing. That cursed, wretched person that gave her these unholy powers.

"I am your partner, you know," muttered Number 18, kneeling in front of the woman.

Droite looked up to see the Number in it's human form: an almost exact copy of her, but with bandages around her head to show only one eye. Number 18 wore nothing, baring all to the only person who could see her in this form.

"What do you want...?" Droite bit out, glaring at 18. The Number just stared at her with her one eye.

"Droite, do you know anything about what that... boy thinks of you?" As she said this, 18 placed a comforting hand on Droite's shoulder. "Or what everybody else thinks of you...?"

"I...don't," the woman muttered. "But why should I listen to you?"

Number 18 leaned in close, her lips right next to her partner's ear. "Because..." she whispered, "Nobody except me cares for you." She leaned in slightly closer. "I even have the proof."

Droite then found herself in a dark space, on her knees as she looked around. "Where...?"

But before she could ask, memories flashed before her eyes. Not her own, but those of her Number. She saw everything through 18's eyes, however much she had. She even heard what people had said about her...

"No way..." Droite murmured to herself, placing a hand to her head. "They couldn't have said that... Could they?"

"Oh, they did," 18 answered, also watching the memories flash by. "Kaito, however, does not care at all for you. Not one bit."

And didn't that just flip Droite's emotions around.

Suddenly, all she could feel was hatred. Anger. Rage. She didn't care at all about helping anyone anymore. She needed them to suffer like she had, needed them to feel her pain.

pain...

Pain...

PAIN...

"Let them feel your rage, Droite..." Number 18 said softly, her bandages falling to the floor, revealing extremely long violet bangs, short black hair, and diamond eyes paired with a psychotic expression. "They don't care about you one bit. They are the real monsters. You are not."

Droite shut her eyes and gritted her teeth. She was just a girl suffering inside a hard shell... And all they did to her was make her hurt more.

Especially Kaito...

"I will make them hurt," Droite growled, standing. 18 stood along with her, keeping eye contact with her partner. "They all will hurt like I did."

Number 18 nodded. "Yes, accept my power and we will make this world better..."

The woman smirked. "Let's do it."

The world returned to normal, Droite now sitting on the bed. She turned towards the mirror to inspect herself, because she had felt a change. Not just within herself, but with her appearance.

She now wore a white kimono dress with violet butterflies covering it and a hood, black stockings, no shoes. Her bangs, which were obviously much longer now than the rest of her hair, were curled up in buns underneath her hood at her temples.

And her eyes were like diamonds, shining so brightly they looked like little flashlights.

A smirk found its way to her face as she stepped onto the balcony.

"Kaito Tenjo, you will pay for what you have done to me."

And then she launched herself over the railing and into thin air.

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