Chapter 11

Half a Witch?

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"Follow me."

Kiba's eyes went wide at the words, he turned to watch Okami walk, his mind trying to catch up.

Did... Did she just... Give in..? Was he going to get answers...?

Okami didn't wait for him, and he quickly jumped off the wall along with Blair to follow her away.

Okami sat in the armchair right across from him, eyes closed, head bowed and hands pressed together in her lap. She had been sitting there for a little while, completely silent and still.

Kiba sat on the couch across from her, arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed at her, completely content to sit an wait for an answer.

Blair sat on the couch beside him, still in her cat form. She was watching Okami silently, and sparingly her nose twitched slightly. She had noticed it when Okami first appeared, and after the next few times... She was certain she smelled blood on the girl, a lot of it.

"Hmm..." Okami sighed softly, leaning forward and pressing her chin to her hands, resting her elbows on her knees. "... You want to know... Who and what I am, right?" Okami asked softly at length, voice calm and low, she almost sounded... Exasperated.

"Yes," Kiba replied evenly. His nerves rose, he was finally going to get somewhere with her... It was invigorating.

"... Fine, but I will say this first." Okami said, her silver eyes opening to set both Kiba and Blair in an intense stare. "I would prefer you speak about none of what I am going to tell you, to anyone." When they blinked she elaborated. "I've spent a very long time dealing with those who would wish me harm for who and what I am... Naturally I would prefer to stay as aloof as possible." Okami didn't blink once, "If you do say anything, I'll know." There was no spoken threat in what she had said, but both Kiba and Blair could hear the deep-set tone of a possible threat lining the words like venom.

They nodded, Okami looked to see if they meant it, and sighed again.

"Alright..." She straightened up, "First thing, my soul." She murmured. "Kiba, you could feel that darkness in my soul the moment you caught me last night... You could feel it trying to pull out and grab on to yours." He nodded in confirmation. "My soul isn't like anything you've ever seen, its not normal, and nor am I." Her eyes moved to land on Blair next. "You noticed it as well, Blair." Okami murmured. "Though you haven't been able to piece it together so far." She sighed, eyes closing a moment.

"I'm not a regular human, nor am I a Kishin seed... My soul has been part-way consumed by a witch that has been sealed within me." Her eyes opened, she could immediately feel both of them tense at the words. Now they were staring at her with wide eyes, "for this reason, I live longer, I stopped aging a very long time ago. I heal faster, and I'm physically more superior than anyone else." She nodded her head slightly, "You saw this when I fought against the Kishin last night." She murmured, "Humans can't destroy a Kishin Egg with their Soul WaveLength alone as I can." She glanced away, leaning back in her seat. "Nor are humans as strong, fast, or as enduring as I am."

"But it comes at a price." She murmured. "I'm rather susceptible to... Madness..." She mumbled. "And up until last night," her eyes moved to land directly on Kiba. "I hadn't ever thought it was possible for my soul to resonate with anyone else's."

Then they sat in silence. Kiba and Blair could do nothing other than stare at her, they looked shocked... But not quite horrified as she had expected at first.

"... You... You're serious...?" Kiba asked slowly and she nodded.

"... What... Sort of Witch was sealed inside of you...?" Blair murmured and Okami blinked.

"I don't know." She answered simply. "I don't know who it is. Or why and when she was placed inside of me."

"... Who else knows?" Kiba's voice came in a low growl, and Okami's eyes shifted toward him, only to see a shadow had cast across his eyes. He'd grown more tense now, but it wasn't fear... It was anger almost, he was wary, suspicious.

She was faintly surprised at the question however, for what she had told him... It was reasonable to wonder who else knew about her, she supposed... And still it surprised her. She had been expecting questions other than that, and she definitely hadn't been expecting to hear him sound so angry about it.

Angry really wasn't the right word though, she just couldn't find a better word for it.

"Lord Death, and all of the teachers." She answered evenly, "... As per my request to not share this information with any of the students." She finished slowly though, eyes narrowing a little more.

She was trying to come up with what may be going through the young man's head. She found it hard, unexpectedly... Simply because his reaction was not what she had been expecting. In all honesty, most people were afraid of her, or they hated her... And yet... He was sort of angry... Sort of not... She couldn't place her finger on it, and the realization intrigued her.

"... If Lord Death... And the teachers... Know..." Kiba said slowly, as if he was trying to come up with the words in his mind, and it was working slowly. "... Why are you here, then?" He asked, voice stronger though he still didn't look to her.

Okami paused a moment, blinking once. Blair glanced up at Kiba in surprise, and Okami's head tilted the slightest bit. His tone was firm, almost demanding though he sounded calm... He was interrogating her...

"I spent ten years away from this city." She replied, this time willing to explain as she had been previously not willing to. "I left, and I honestly never believed I would return... Lord Death and I don't see eye to eye, as is true for myself and most others I know or come to know. But when I heard about everything going on here, I decided it was time to come back..." She trailed off a moment, eyes fixing to Kiba steadily.

It wasn't entirely the news of what had been happening here in the city that had prompted her back, while that was part of it... There had been another reason. It was something she didn't quite understand.

She had left Death City in anger, she had been an outcast- a rogue. She never planned to come back, and part of her was surprised she had.

But even then, just recently... It was as if something had been pulling her back.. A tug in her soul is all she could say to describe it. As if something had reached out to her soul and stared to pull her toward the city, an inherent feeling as if there was something here for her- something to do maybe... Or even something waiting... For... Her...

Her face fell a little, eyes growing wide as the thought clicked in her mind. The idea astounded her, shocked her, and she didn't want to even think that such a thing could be true- honestly, how could it..?

It was... You...

She blinked, sweatdropping slightly, because she was so sure of it. For whatever impossible reason, she felt that it was Kiba's soul that had pulled her own- prompted her to return to this retched city. His soul, it found hers... And brought her here... But why... And how...?

Kiba looked up to her finally once they had fallen into silence again, and his brown gaze met her own silver steadily. He himself was able to see that flash of realization in her gaze, and the shock that showed there as well. For once he could see emotion in those silver orbs, and he couldn't look away, searching for even more of what she was feeling.

But Okami wasn't looking at him, at least not in the same sense. Everything faded, and suddenly she was just looking at his soul. The pure, white... Bright soul... The soul that resonates with her twisted one... The soul that had called out to her... And even now, just sitting there, she felt that pull in her soul again. As if she was being beckoned toward it... And she wondered if Kiba felt that tug too... That foreign... Confusing tug...

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

'... And I do think you should become his partner, Okami.'

Not for the first time that day, Marie's words rung in her head and she felt a twinge of annoyance at it. Partner? How could anyone possibly fathom the idea of her, Okami- the 'Demon' Girl having a Partner? It was just wrong... Impossible...

And there was the tug of Kiba's soul again as she thought this, and she felt herself growing uncomfortable. Oh did she hate the feeling...

"... I'm here to complete missions for Lord Death as he sees fit." She continued to explain after a very long time of silence, deciding it best to push the thoughts away for now. "Due to my 'abilities', I'm a prime candidate for completing missions that the regular students at the DWMA would otherwise be unable to complete."

Kiba POV

Kiba watched silently as Okami slowly regained her bearings. He couldn't look away, because he saw the shock, the confusion, the intrigue... She was actually confused, he could see her emotions this time around, and he was left to wonder what she was thinking.

Okami always seemed to be thinking about something- but knowing what was always an issue. He didn't understand why she had fallen silent, but something told him that on the subject of what she was thinking... That she may actually be thinking about him. Something about him seemed to have forced her into silence for now, and that surprised him. Because what could it be about, boring, normal, him; that would cause Okami to pause like this? To actually make her think this intently?

And then there was an odd feeling, a slight pull somewhere in his chest. It wasn't his heart he quickly realized, but his soul. His soul was squirming almost, moving... Pulling. It squirmed more as he continued to look into Okami's eyes, and he hated the feeling.

"... The Kishin Egg last night then." He murmured. "That was a job Lord Death gave you?" He asked and she nodded.

"Indeed it was." She replied. "As you already figured out... It went a little unexpectedly..."

Kiba paused, his eyes breaking away from hers to move toward her shoulder- the same shoulder he had seen he ripped apart by Kishin Claws last night. Suddenly his vision was filled with scarlet, the image of Okami's blood, the undeniable pain lighting up her silver eyes like cold, agonizing fire. He cringed inwardly at the thought, quite unsure as to why he would care so much...

"Are you ok..?" He asked and not for the first time, eyes falling closed. He hated his sympathy toward her, he hated her and yet he couldn't keep himself from worrying over her... To see anyone take that much damage, and to lose that much blood was serious... Now that he thought on it, he knew this... Easy-going and surprisingly forthcoming attitude was not like Okami. She had never been so willing to share anything with him, and after her threats the night before, she should be more angry with him for having come to look for answers.

He realized she must not be feeling well, because although he hadn't known her long, this was not the regular Okami. She was acting off, and he could tell she seemed... Tired and weak. Even from time to time, he swore he saw her flinch in pain, though she hid such things rather well.

He felt Blair shift a little on the couch next to him, and he looked her way a moment, only to see her jump on top of the table sitting between them and Okami, eyes wide and looking a little worried, nose twitching.

"I knew I smelled blood on you." Blair murmured. Okami looked to the cat, "... A lot of blood..."

"I'm fine." Okami answered quietly. "As I said, I heal faster than most people. And I'm more resilient as well." Her tone offered no room for argument and both Blair and Kiba exchanged glances.

"Okami," Kiba murmured and her silver eyes shifted toward him. "You said you are usually unable to resonate souls with anyone?" He asked and she nodded.

"Not once have I ever been able to." She murmured. "Due to the nature of my soul, I thought it was impossible. Usually people cannot hold me, others who can..." She trailed off, eyes closing. "... For anyone who is able to resonate souls with me at all... They usually die after a small amount of time connected with my soul..." Kiba and Blair stiffened. "... My soul destroys others... For this reason, I've never had a Meister, or a Weapon Partner."

Kiba and Blair blinked, the statement both shocking, and confusing them. How could anyone have either a Meister or a Weapon Partner? And how... It couldn't be true that people would die, trying to resonate souls with Okami...

Could it?

"Why... Why do you think our souls resonate...?" Kiba asked, his eyes falling to his hands. His mind flashed back to when he had caught Okami, how wrong it felt.. How foreign it felt and dangerous even, he would admit. He had felt that dark, evil and twisted soul Okami had... And yet- he didn't feel like... Holding her in her Weapon Form, to resonate Souls with her... He didn't feel like it would harm him, or kill him... It hadn't of course, otherwise he wouldn't be here.

"I asked myself the same question." Okami replied softly. "I don't know..." She paused, "You don't have Soul Perception abilities, do you?" She asked and he looked up, blinking.

"No...?"

"Hmm..." Was all she said in return, before- "Why do you think our souls would resonate?" She asked of him instead. He blinked, not quite sure what she meant by the question. He just looked to her for a long time, because honestly, he didn't know.

He couldn't fathom it, because how could he, his soul- work with hers? They weren't anything alike, at least based upon what he thought of himself... And he sure as hell never wanted to resonate souls with her, and yet last night, it was as if it had all been instinct. He had caught Okami easily, not worrying if their souls would mix, not careing about anything but blocking the attack of the Kishin Egg. Part of him felt that his soul had known, like it had known that Okami would match with him... That they could and were... A perfect... Match...

But that was too weird, and he refused to believe it. They could not be a 'perfect' match, it was impossible, and the thought both irritated him and confused him.

"I don't know." He answered flatly, not willing to voice what he thought. The look Okami gave him, told him she knew he hadn't said what he believed, and oh did he hate that piercing look she had...

Suddenly she got to her feet, and he blinked. "You came here looking for answers." She stated, "And that is what you got. Are you happy now? Angry? What do you plan to do, now that you know this?" She asked the questions of both he and Blair, but was directing it directly at him most of all. "What is it you really wanted to know? Surely not what you heard."

Kiba looked to her and sighed, standing up slowly, eyes closed as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. What had he wanted to hear? He didn't know.

"... All I know now... Is that I need to be wary of you." He answered slowly. "... I wanted to know what you were, I mostly wanted to know if you were a threat..." He paused and looked to her, gaze level and steady. "... You are dangerous, Okami. I know that... But at the same time, you are not a threat to me, or anyone else. At least for now." He could have sworn he saw a flash of... Amusement and admiration flare up in those silver eyes.

"That... That's what I wanted to know, more than anything." He relented. "... I don't know what I'll do with this, probably nothing if I am being honest." He turned to face the front door, intent on leaving. "I'll just need to think... About this for a little while..."

"Take your time." Okami answered and he blinked, slowly turning back to her, to see the faintest smirk across her lips. "You'll figure it out... Eventually."

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