Chapter 14

I sighed, walking down the halls again.
I heard a little bit of news that Chrona was behind all the demons going berserk. I sighed as the grip on my sword's handle tightened. I could smell her.
I climbed out a window and went to lie on the roof. The demon stink was everywhere.
I heard the bicker of apprentices as they struggled to write the best talisman, or the most accurate shot. I sighed.
"I wish I was that innocent still." I smiled sadly, lifting my right hand up. "How old am I again? I'm still in my teens I know that... But how old am I? I lost count."
I started ticking my years up.
"I was thirteen when all this shit started... that was... Four years ago..." I blinked. "So I'm seventeen. I married two years ago, had a pair of kids... Lost my arm, got it back later when I changed into this." I smiled. "Not that I hate being a hanyou or anything."
Good, cause you would hate being me. Akuma sighed, her tone slightly sad.

I sat up, the stench of Chrona and that damned White Wings filling my nose.

Wait, is that bastard white teaming up with that damned woman? I thought, getting to my feet and almost slipping off the roof.

In fact, my feet gave away with a loose tile and I found myself dangling off the roof, my fingers slipping.

"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" I exclaimed, my grip slipping slowly and surely, until...

KATUNK!

The metal holding my wieght and I found myself on a one way trip to death.

That was...

If I didn't have wings.

I flipped the long black ebony feathered limbs out and caught enough air so I didn't end up as a Shinjicake on the patio.

As I coasted along the breeze, my back started hurting, before I realised, I was slowly falling.

When's period of weakness again? Ayame asked, her tone worried as I felt searing pain in my wings, like something was burning.

B-BMP I heard my heart thump loudly, the ends of my hair going black.

"Shit..." I muttered, going in for a quick landing, my wings dissapearing the moment I touched the ground.

It's the night of the full moon that you're human, I guess... What a bore. Ayame sighed.

I watched, my face paling, as my claws and fangs turned to human nails and teeth. The silver hairs slowly turned black, dyed by the loss of my demonic powers.

Hi no Kokoro was a demon sword, like Tessaiga. I was sure if a demon caught me, I was screwed over. In fact, I probably wouldn't see the dawn.

I started running at a human speed back towards the inn, my ears elven-ish now, and my hair mostly black. The inn was a little while away now, about three more minutes of this slower speed.

I hated being human. My body was tiring too quickly, and just the resistance my body was putting up, it wasn't used to this, and it was now treating me as when I was human all the time, before meeting Krad and my husband, the tough stitch in my side. I panted, my feet hurting as they pounded against the rough ground, roots knicking my bare feet, bleeding slightly. My hands placed themselves on my lower stomach.

Was I pregnant?

Maybe I am...

My body tired out more and by the time I got to the door, my chest hurt and burned in pain. I gasped, hunching over my stomach.

"Shinji?" Dark asked. "Is that you?"

"No, I'm a golem." I sighed, pulling my hair out of my face, standing full height. He sighed. "Yes, I'm your wife.

He looked up and down, his eyes staring right at my boobs. "Yup, you're my wife. The only woman I see with that size around here other than you is Autumn." He jabbed his thumb over at the other side of Kokuyoku.

I blushed brightly, pushing him with my right hand. Pain zipped right up my arm and I pulled it away.

"You alright?"

I looked at it. "The last time I was human, I had automail. It's not exactly used to a flesh and blood arm as a human body." I flexed my wrist. "Yeah, that's the problem. Right there." Pain zinged up my arm each time I made a circle.

"Huh?" Dark looked at my wrist. "If it hurts. Stop it."

I dropped my arm. "Never thought of that."

Dark facepalmed. "I am married... to an idiot half-blood." He sighed.

I wiggled my hips as I walked away, over to the dining room. I sat with the fighting group when I heard a scream from the hotel manager.

"HELP!"