Fan again! Sorry but no picture was available, so if you can just bare with my lame describing powers I'll try and paint a picture for your mind to envision.
Trapped in my own mind, I slowly felt myself detach from the sensations going on outside my awareness. Soft touches and whispered words stopped assailing me as my prisons walls thickened and put me into complete isolation.
The gratitude that followed washed over me comfortably. Slowly, actual walls, bare and gray, materialized around me as I focused on the imaginary ones surrounding. A soft light illuminated the room from all angles, from no one source. I sighed softly and was surprised as the sound bounced through the room back at me.
"Hello?" I said aloud and gasped, feeling lips sound the words. I touched the moving lips with a hand and turned my head toward the sudden motion. Sure enough, a hand was there. Connected to an arm, a shoulder, a whole body. I looked down at myself, curious at how I was projecting myself.
I giggled, relieved to see that I was still the human Shokora, dressed in my kitchen uniform. The soft cotton of the shirt and pants sighed against my legs and chest as I struggled to stand up in my prison. I looked around, pulling strands of hair behind my ear. My room was small, about twelve by twelve, but it was warm and the air that I was somehow breathing was fresh. I was in a whole new world, inspired by my imagination.
"How about a baby blue room? With a soft, grass green carpet on the floor?" I said aloud, projecting what I imagined through the room. Sure enough, the walls lightened to a soft baby blue, and a carpet grew soft and lush under my bare feet. I giggled, the sound happy to my ears as it rang back at me. I could stay here forever, I realized, the thought almost visibly drifted in front of me. No more pain, no more school, no more having to deal with lose.
Yeah, another voice replied. The voice had a tone of seriousness and reality. What about Ryou? And the humans you have been working so hard to protect? How are you supposed to do that stuck in here?
"But I'm safe here." I told the voice, lying down on the soft carpet. "And the others can take care of the humans by themselves."
They could barely get by without you, especially once Mousse showed up. Now, it's a one on one fight, with you against them. You already know how powerful you are compared to the others. Think about how hard it's going to be for them to fight you.
"They'll manage." I mumbled, but even to me it sounded weak and uncertain.
No, they won't. Fight her! Regain control of your body and fight the aliens with their own weapon. Look there.
I looked up and sure enough there was a mirror on the wall next to me. I rolled up onto my feet and approached it. I was at an angle, so all I saw was blue wall and green carpet until I stood exactly in front of it.
That's her. The voice told me as I tried to take in what I was seeing. The body structure was all the same, if not more visible. The same smooth, pale skin, with a little beauty mark next to the belly button. The expression was the same as on my face, shocked and unfamiliar. But so much was wrong.
My hair. My black hair with the white highlights that I got from my dad. It was replaced by a head of pure white streaked with ice blue. It was also tied back on one side of my head, letting the hair stream over one shoulder. I frantically pulled at my hair back in the room, but it showed black as ever.
I returned my eyes to the mirror and flinched as I took in the outfit she had dressed my modest body in. I cringed as I helplessly took in the bathing suit she had dressed me in despite the approach of autumn. It was of a more modern design: one strip of cloth about a fingers length that wrapped around the chest and neck in an eight shape, crossing at the hollow of my throat.
I hated to admit it but the skirt tied around my waist was kind of cute, in a slutty, immodest way. Hidden under a layer of sheer cloth was a bare visible bikini bottom that covered most of my back side, thankfully. But the skirt was cute; a light cotton skirt that billowed far out when I spun in a circle once. Stylish and wouldn't get in the way during a fight.
I was barefoot, but that was okay. I'd never really like shoes.
Gently reaching up, I gripped my ears. They tried to touch the reflections ears. I only felt my rounded tips, but the reflections were definitely not rounded. They were a mix between the aliens and my own, reaching only a few inches out from my head. They looked more like an elf's ears than anything else. I looked into the light gray version of my eyes, trying to identify myself in them. Didn't work. I slowly reach a hand out, resting it lightly against the mirrors surface. My reflection mimicked me, with a similar sad grin on her face.
"So how do I get out of here?" I asked it, slowly sliding my hand down back to my side.
"Like this."
My reflection pulled her arm back and, stunned, I watched as it came shooting at me. I jumped back, trying to avoid the punch but it never left the glass. Instead, it stopped right against it and the image shattered and cascaded down to the floor. Instead of seeing through the wooden frame to the blue wall, the picture showed a very up close view of Mousse. His eyes were closed and all I could see was his nose, eyes and hair. The view pulled back and he slowly opened his eyes, a languid and lazy motion. His hand came toward my view and pulled back with a lock of white blue hair. He gave it a tug, a pout on his lips and I had another up close view of his closed eyes.
Why would this help me get out? And what am I even seeing? Unless. . . No!
I flashed through my mind, going from my locked room to suddenly being out in the open. Sensations assailed me all at once, and muscles froze in a flash.
Mousse's lips, uncomfortably soft against my own, stopped their assault and he pulled back, opening his eyes lazily again. His hands drew small circles against my hips that made me shiver slightly.
"What's wrong, baby? You'd you get all-" His eyes flew open and he all but shoved me off his lap. I stumbled and fell, my legs giving out under me. I looked at my hands, shocked. I was back. I got out.
"Shit! What the hell?" Mousse stammered, staring down at me.
I slowly looked up and the sensation of his lips against mine cam back fast. "Eww!" I all but yelled, raking my arm against my warm lips. I scrubbed, infuriated; the touch stayed. "What do you think you were just doing?!" I demanded, wiping at my mouth with my fingers.
"Making out, obviously." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"With my body!" I growled.
"You weren't occupying it." He sneered.
I glared at him and advanced suddenly. He tripped back but I caught him by the shirt. "I don't care. It's my body, not her's. So if you ever-"
He leaned forward and gave me another peck on the lips. I all but screamed, dropping him hard on the floor and wiping my lips aggressively again.
He slowly licked his lips and made another kissy face at me. "You're a real good kisser. No wonder that human pet of yours didn't want to let go of you when you joined us."
"That's it!" I yelled, throwing my hand out to take up a weapon. "You're dead!" Something entered my hand and, without looking at it, I charged Mousse. His eyes widened and before I made contact he phased out, leaving me panting and raging in-
I finally looked around and took in my surroundings. It was a plain room, with a bed in the corner and a light above it. A small dresser was against a wall on the other side, with the door to its right. I opened the dresser and saw an array of white and gray. Must be my room.
I unclenched my hands and something wooden clattered to the floor. I jumped away but all that was there was a long wooden shaft, like a broom handle. Slowly, I picked it up. A sense of familiarity rushed through my arm and I spun it several times experimentally. It was in perfect coordination with my height and strength. "This must be my weapon." I said aloud, astonished by the make of the wood. I ran my hand along its middle and felt a slight bump. I pressed it and blades being drawn from a sheath rang through the little room.
I turned around, ready to fight the source of the sound, but the room was empty. Turning again, I found the source of the noise. On either end of the shaft were two wickedly twisted blades. They were designed to look like jumping flames, having a twist here or there.
I tested the weight again, but it was still the same, turning easily in my hands. I willed the wood away and turned to the door. Time to get out of here and back to the human world.