A/N: Ooo, sorry people! I totally forgot to mention last chapter that I'd be out of computer contact for a while! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! And to make up for that, here's two chapters for you, have fun!
One since the beginning
"This is impossible; there isn't any kind of way you could be here!" Mayo was saying, shaking her head as she smothered her face into her hands. "No possible way!"
"I'm afraid that it's impossible to deny the fact of my presence, little angel." The woman said.
As soon as Mayo had seen the face of her interrogator, lights had snapped on completely illuminated the room, as well as the people in it. The room itself was nothing special; Mayo had guessed some of what it had looked like anyway. It was longer then it was wide, like a wide corridor, and the roof was way above them, nearly out of sight. They were made out of some sort of stone, smoothed to feel like varnished wood under a touch. The metal chairs and tables that Mayo was sat at was the only visible furniture in the room, being the same colour as the walls and bolted to the floor.
However it was not the room that Mayo was concerned about, in fact the moment the lights had turned on her eyes had focused on one thing and one thing alone; the woman standing in front of her. She was a little taller then Mayo, her hair was just as black and pulled into a tight bun high on the back of her head, her eyes were chocolate brown in contrast to Mayo's blue eyes. Her complexion and build was similar to Mayo, although generally longer and her breasts were more prominent. She was wearing a charcoal grey jacket, an open collared white shirt below, and a pencil skirt dropping down to her knees. She also wore dark stockings on her legs and high heeled black shoes on her feet.
"Well, well, well…" a voice said and Mayo flicked her head up and span around on her chair, the metal stopping her momentum halfway due to it being bolted to the floor. The slicked hair of Rascal came into view and he had his arms folded twice in front of his chest, as well as a curious look on his face. "This is the first time I have come across such a person." He said and Mayo physically recoiled, pulling herself to her feet with a look of disgust on her face; just by the way he spoke.
"Who are you?" She asked slowly.
"It is not me you should be interested in." he drawled, before lurching forward suddenly.
Mayo's hands flashed down to her swords with skill but her fingers closed around nothing but thin air, she glanced down to see her swords missing and when she looked up again, Rascal had disappeared.
"Now, Mayo, don't say you've forgotten me already?" Mayo whirled around, forgetting about the woman for a moment, and realised instantly that her swords were now around the woman's waist. She opened her mouth to say something but the woman interrupted. "No! These are mine; you know it as well as I do. She never meant to give them to you! Just because I wasn't there, she betrayed me!" he voice had a vicious edge on it and it sounded like she was on the verge of shouting.
Mayo was stunned into silence, but that didn't last long as her cockiness, usually surfacing only in battle, bubbled to the surface. "Oh, as If!" she snarled and swiftly spun out of her seat, lightly jumping into the air so that she landed on top of the steel table, her knee's bent and her fingers touching the cold metal. The woman faltered but didn't have time to react properly before Mayo had leapt into the air and flipped over her, like some gorgeous bird of prey.
As the woman looked up, she met Mayo's eyes as the pirate flew over her head, rotating her body while holding her hands crossed in front of her chest. Their eyes met for only a second before Mayo's head whipped away and she landed on the floor by the woman's feet. She jumped forward and her hand reached out to grab one of her swords, but the woman was just as fast, leaping backwards. The woman bounced once and then jumped properly; arching her body mid jump and doing a perfect, graceful, back flip before landing on the opposite side of the table so that she and Mayo had now swapped places.
"Come now Mayo, you still haven't admitted who I am…" the woman said, standing straight and resting her hands on her hips, just above the pair of swords.
"I don't need to admit who you are, because I've come to realise who you actually are." She paused and a sly smile appeared on her face, flashing her teeth for an instant. "Nothing but a figment of my imagination I'm guessing…" she waved her hand around at the room as she continued "…as is all of this."
The woman laughed heartily, her body shaking with the noise "Oh, you always cracked me up…" she said, wiping away tears that had sprung from her eyes "Oh yes, always. But you're only half right, I am Savilia….Kecha Savilia, and you know it to be true."
Mayo was about to respond when Rascal reappeared, resting one of his long arms around Kecha's shoulders while his other hung loosely by his side, nearly touching the floor. "It's true…" he said, picking his nose with his free hand as he spoke. "…and it is what I was referring to before 'a person like you', someone who thinks more about someone else then themselves. Very interesting indeed." He mused as Mayo narrowed her eyes, listening, and planning a way to retrieve her swords. Rascal then lowered his head into his hands and muttered something, loud enough for Mayo to hear, clearly talking to himself though. "It's also the first time I have been able to infiltrate my own power, is it because she thinks of Kecha?"
"Yeah, um, I'm going to have to beat you up now, since you're the one causing all of this." Mayo said, and then dashed forward without waiting for any kind of response.
Rascal took an instinctive step backwards as Kecha moved forward and drew one of her swords to fight with. Mayo had hoped Kecha would only draw one sword, so was glad as she brought it up high to begin her attack, Mayo ducked low and as the blade began swinging in a wide arc attack, Mayo began rotating. The blade passed within inches of Mayo's chest, maybe slicing through a couple stray fibres from her top. Kecha had a look of surprise her face which only deepened as Mayo ducked under her outstretched arm and took a hold of the sword still sheathed.
Kecha spun to pull away, but Mayo used the momentum to pull the blade free, the white metal shining in the bright lights, and then planted her feet squarely on the floor before ramming the blade into Rascal, all the way until the guard clinked against the metal of his armoured chest piece. He looked surprised for a second and then smiled, before melting into a small puddle of water the evaporated into the air nearly instantly.
She felt something behind her, and based on nothing but instinct and training, she dodged to the side, twisting her body until her free hand had hold of Kecha's sword wrist and her blade at the woman's throat. Kecha froze in place, the cold metal just barely touching her skin, but clearly telling her how sharp it was.
"I must say I wasn't expecting that." She said slowly, being carefully not to move her throat too much as she spoke. "To think you would be this skilled once a blade was in your hand, but do not think you are the only one to have done the training." The way she spoke the word 'the' gave the impression that there was none other like it, but Mayo knew that the form she fought with was nothing special, her master had said so.
As minutes passed, feeling like hours, Kecha convinced herself that Mayo would not deal the killing strike. If she had meant to kill her the blade would have sliced through her already. She closed her eyes and with a quick motion jerked her head back. The metal left her skin and Kecha spun around, and down, so that her wrist was ripped free of Mayo's grip, who dodged back in surprise at Kecha's sudden movement.
Kecha instantly reared forward again, her blade flying through the air with killing intent. Except that intent hit nothing but air as Mayo spun her body outwards, as if Kecha had always been aiming at the air to her right. As she spun, Mayo's sword appeared from where it had been held near her body, and the tip of the blade whipped at Kecha's face, snaking a thin tendril of red as it passed across the cheek.
Kecha pulled away and her free hand moved to her face, sweeping across the cut and dying her fingers red. She looked down at the blood on her fingers and then back up at Mayo, only to find she was no longer there. Kecha whirled around but couldn't see her; it shouldn't have been too hard as the room was nothing more then a long corridor. Then she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her to look up, which she did and found Mayo floating above her.
She wasn't literally floating, she was just in mid jump as Kecha looked up, her blade held close to her body. She landed just in front of the steel table and spun on the spot, her sword flashed out and sliced through the table legs, leaving it balancing precariously. Kecha started forward, thrusting forward with her blade in an attempt to pierce Mayo at the base of her neck. Mayo, however, was expecting this, and did a neat little back flip, her foot catching the lip of the table and carrying it into the air.
Mayo didn't let the table fly away, instead she kept it hooked with her toes and the table crashed into the top of Kecha's arm, pushing the sword, and her, down to the floor. Kecha cried out, throwing the table off her but it was pushed to the ground again as Mayo landed on her shoulders and used her weight to pin Kecha to the floor. Kecha tried to look up at what Mayo was doing but the next thing she felt was a blade passing through her arm and she looked to see Mayo's sword impaled in her upper arm, numbing her arm enough for the sword in it to roll just out of reach.
It had been a strong thrust, and the blade had pierced into the ground, as well, trapping Kecha to the ground. She couldn't stand the pain long enough to pull I free so resounded to just lying there with a hint of a whimper on her lips. Mayo stepped off her and quickly walked over to the fallen sword, picking it up she examined the handle to see the embedded 'E' in it. Mayo then looked up, at Kecha, and scowled. "If you were not in the form of Sister, I would have killed you already, be glad of that." Mayo then noticed that the scabbards Kecha had been wearing had disappeared, so glanced down, and discovering them back around her waist. She slipped the sword in her hand into it's scabbard with a small click.
"But now I don't know what to do with you…" she muttered, closing her eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths. Now she was out of battle, she was returning to normal and worried about the impact that Kecha would have on her. However, she soon found out there was no need to worry as when she opened her eyes she was surprised to find Kecha gone.
"Kecha?" Suit-Mayo said, looking at the blade sticking in her arm. She gave a yell and pulled it free, letting it clatter to Mayo's feet. "You know who I really am."
Mayo was confused but didn't dwell on it, still knowing it was all a figment of her imagination; or something close to it. Instead, she flicked the sword at her feet into her hands and dashed forward, the blade easily passing through the flesh of her stomach and angled up it cut through the bottom of her heart. Suit-Mayo gasped out loud but couldn't do anything as Mayo removed the blade and span viciously, before her blade swung out and passed through the neck of Suit-Mayo. A small gurgle emitted from her throat, before red bubbles appeared on a line around her neck, and she fell back, her head rolling free from her shoulders and coming to a rest a couple of feet away from its body.
Mayo flicked her blade at the ground, removing most of the blood, and re-sheathed it quickly, turning around and wondering what to do now. She didn't think long as the walls cracked and, despite looking and feeling like steel, fell apart like ancient stone. Mayo was left standing on a raised rectangular platform amidst a raging sea. She glanced across to her right and saw a figure standing in the waves as though they were standing on rock. At a longer look she realised it was someone in her form, although she was dressed like an ancient knight, armoured up to the neck.
"tut, tut, now that Kecha is out of the way, things just got a whole lot harder for you." She said before donning a helmet, with what looked like angel wings coming off of it, and pulling a double handed sword free of its holding.