A/N: Continuation for the last M.F., hope you still remember it. ;) Also, this is currently the longest M.F. ever!
Memory Fragment IV: A Devil's Promise (Part 2)
Does this world really deserve to even exist?
Human trafficking, drugs, murder, corruption… It's as if hell rose upon earth here. Truly, truly…
Interesting.
That's what he thought upon coming to this world.
His memories are all hazy, but he does remember that he isn't a human. Not with the horns, tail, wings and stuff.
Though that isn't a problem for him. Who would want to be a human? He scoffed at the thought.
Beings that are slaves to their emotions… selfish, and hypocrites. Such garbage creatures, he thought.
Why was he here again in the first place?
"A chance to redo your life, stupid!"
He remembers an annoying little girl saying that.
Right, she was his mother. It's weird though, since she looks like a child. Maybe it got something to do with her race? However, she looks like a human…
What does she mean by 'redo' though?
=-…-=
He remembers the first encounter he had with the humans. They bombarded him with something that looked like lights flying at high speeds. It tickled quite a little.
"M-Monster! Get away from me!" The random guy yelled something like that.
There was even some loli girl who was commanding all the stupid humans.
"Commander Dorothea, we must retreat now! This enemy—"
He stopped for a moment. Peculiar, for the little girl beheaded the blabbering mutt by her bare hand.
Is she not a human?
"Cowards can go home if they want, without their head. If we capture that guy, it'll mark the evolution of the Empire… who knows what I'll discover inside his body." The girl called Dorothea licked her lips.
Now he realize it. Though her body is human, her mind is not. Nevertheless, she's just one of those people littering the whole Capital.
=-…-=
It wasn't long until he obliterated every single one of them. Well, except for the little girl.
"Girls are beautiful, but little girls are cute and pretty!" Ani, his mother, said that one time.
That's right, his mother was Ani, and he was a prince of…
A large searing beam passed through his left, tearing his whole left torso into nothing.
That was surprising. It seems that the humans called for reinforcements. And this people… they're wielding some weird looking equipments. Interesting, he thought.
He guess that they number over 45-, no 46.
How could he have missed that giant hulking machine? He internally laughed.
"Bring it on."
=-…-=
His head snapped back to reality. That's right, he was escaping. How could he have snoop like that?
Meeting Tatsumiki had been great and all, but he can't just stay here forever. He also still has to find his missing eyes. Fighting blind is hard, even for him.
Not a second later, he heard a very familiar voice.
"Let go of me, hey! I said let go!"
Without even thinking much about it, his feet were already running towards her.
The princess known as Tatsumiki had been his only friend for the past forever. Heck, she was the one to introduce the word 'friend' to him. At first he thought she would make a nice hostage when he escapes, but that quickly changed after a single day.
He's ashamed to call himself a demon, being swayed by a mere human just like that.
"Tatsumiki." He guessed that she was just some meters away from him, and whoever was harassing her. Oh boy, does he want to punch the living hell out of whoever is touching Tatsumik-, his Tatsumiki.
"Mmmph! Mmpph!"
It sounds like she's been gagged.
"Whoever you are, do you know that she's the princess?" He said as calmly as possible. Inside his mind, he's overflowing with bloodlust.
"So you're the monster who fought with the Originals, huh?" He heard the guy scoff. "That just shows how weak those teigu wielders were. Heh. To be defeated by such a wimpy-looking kid." The guy completely ignored his question.
For some reason, his voice sounded a lot like that pig, Honest. Though it's a lot younger than the original.
"Well then, toodles." He heard something unusual, then they were gone. No heartbeat, no breath around him. It was as if they vanished just like that.
"Tatsumiki?..." No response of any kind. "Tatsumiki! Tatsumiki!"
Maybe it was just him getting old, or not getting enough fight for the last centuries, but his senses were dulled as worse as it can be.
Before he knew it, the creeping feeling of coldness assaulted his back, followed by a piercing feeling on his stomach.
It felt like a huge icicle struck behind him. Funny, since that's what exactly happened to him.
=-…-=
Tatsumiki had always been a good child. She and her younger brother, Prince Mikoto, would always play together happily. Inside their own world, the Palace. The caretakers are all kind, even their close friend, Syura. Tatsumiki like him so much that she even calls him 'big brother'. She thought that everything will remain as it is.
She was naïve.
Here she finds herself shackled to a table of some sort, with her lying above it. Shelves, chairs and strange devices littered everywhere, while some weird red liquid can be seen here and there. Thick brick walls surrounded the room she was in, except the left side of it, which was a huge glass wall. Another room could be seen on the other side, though it was dark so she couldn't see the insides clearly.
All she could remember was being kidnapped by someone…
Someone who sounds like her big brother.
"So Esdeath managed to capture the guy? Figures, that woman's a legit monster." Syura came from the door behind her. She had to look up to see him, since she was lying down on the table. "Oh, he's in the viewing room next door? Hehe."
"Syura-nii? Help me, please!" She called out for help.
Her big brother stopped talking in front of the door, and gestured to the other man to go away. He closed the door, facing her with a sinister smile.
"Don't worry, onii-chan's here."
Tatsumiki smiled in relief. After a second, she blinked, then stared in fear at the man she trusts with all her heart.
"Syura-nii… W-Why are you taking you clothes off?..."
=-…-=
He now understands everything.
The current emperor died in an 'accident', forcing an election for a new emperor.
The only candidates are Tatsumiki, and her younger brother, Mikoto.
Tatsumiki's the predicted winner, since her leading skills were superior to that of even the current vice general of the army. Though the Prime Minister favors the younger brother more, since apparently he's 'the perfect puppet'.
An assassination mission was assembled last night. They were being led by the Prime Minister's son named Syura.
Their target was Tatsumiki.
"So now you understand?" The general he fought long time ago, Dorothea, said to him. "You busting out of your cage was just a nuisance to the Prime Minister's plan. If you want to live, stay out of his way."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"It's not for free. I'm demanding you to partake as my guinea pig on my research projects." Dorothea smirked.
"… I see. You feel grateful that I spared your life back then?"
"No."
"…"
"R-Really, no!"
He wonders how she's still looking the same after 332 years. What an interesting girl.
That's right, he can see again.
She had brought his missing left eye, Yami. She even made an artificial eye for the other one. Until he finds his right eye, Spector, he'll keep on using this one.
"Oho, Dorothea." Syura went inside the room, grinning. "Watcha doing with our prisoner here? Planning on taking him for yourself?"
"It's none of your business." The girl took her sight away from the man, frowning. "And you smell like sex again. Get away from me."
"Oh yeah, I was just having fun over there." Syura pointed to an empty wall. "Oh, who deactivated the glasses off? I thought I was giving you guys a splendid show back there." He sighed while smiling. "Can't be help, you'll just have to make do with the finale I guess."
Syura flicked his fingers, then the brick walls from before suddenly turned into glass. Now he and Dorothea can see what's on the other side.
His blood ran cold at the sight.
"Hearing her cries while I was pumping her sounded like music to my ears, hehehe! She still can't believe I'm the one raping her!" Syura laughed loudly. "She was kind of a letdown though, since she didn't even last for five minutes. What a kid."
Tatsumiki's limp body lay on a table, with her glass-like eyes staring through his soul. White liquid gushes out of every single hole in her body, with her legs even trembling once in a while.
"Help… Help…" Though she's broken, her tears flowed down her face endlessly.
Dorothea scrunched up her face in disgust. The princess was just turning into a teen this year, and even for someone like her, this is revolting.
"Hey dorothea, did you know that this guy's a friend of the princess?" Syura gestured to the unmoving demon. "I did something pretty nice, didn't I?"
"… Like father, like son." She whispered.
"Tatsumiki…"
He couldn't get his eyes off of her. While he indulged on his eyes, Tatsumiki was being ravaged right under his nose.
…
He knew she's almost dead. Her body was pushed to its very limits. She wouldn't last long.
He can even feel 'Death' just outside the door, licking his scythe for his upcoming meal.
That wouldn't happen. It couldn't happen.
He won't let it.
The moment Tatsumiki's soul left her body, he absorbed her into his eyes.
Her soul is sinless, taintless, pure, pure white. He wouldn't be surprised if her [Sin] is actually zero.
"Reside inside me for a while, Tatsumiki-…" He paused. "… Yami."
Now he knows what he wants.
"Oi oi, what are you blabbering about there, huh?" Syura grabbed his hair and forced him to look at his eyes.
Tatsumik-, Yami didn't deserve what happened to her. She was such a nice child.
"Don't damage what's mine, pig!" Dorothea yelled at Syura.
She was selfless till the end.
"You wanna be the next in the line, Dorothea?!" Syura shouted back.
Tatsumi-, Yami will get what's hers.
"Don't touch me!" She pushed him.
He'll be her Greed.
That's his promise.
…
"Come to think of it, Tatsumi sounds like a nice name…" He spoke while smiling.
Memory Fragment: End
A/N: I wasn't able to finish the next actual chapter on time, since school stacked projects upon projects above me. Packing tape.
PS: Writing theatre script is harder than writing a fanfiction. It sucks, really.
PPS (Or was it PSS?): I made it look like an NTR happened, but trust me, I'm just messing with you. After all, I could hardly stand NTR myself (Unless it's reverse NTR, that's 'cool' for me).
Feel free to hate Syura though! XD