Disclaimer: (See Chapter 1)

Sorry for the long wait. I had gotten stuck a few times and I didn't have motivation to type much. Plus I've been doing a lot of art work lately and I'm still doing more. Plus my Teen Titans/Kingdom Hearts x-over got me to type more of it because I had great ideas that I added to the original script. But enough about that.

(Note: For those of you who don't know (coughAlibicough) Kimblee the Crimson Alchemist is from Fullmetal Alchemist, and his specialty is creating bombs with alchemy, thus being able to blow off Devil!Rocky's arm and Sheilee's wing)

Please take care, read and review,

Rocky-White Wolf of Curses

I noticed, an epiphany if you will, about Slade; whenever something bad happened, Slade would just happen to get a call or message about needing to leave for a few days on doing God knows what. So it was my job to tell Sheilee that her surgery was canceled until further notice. Which meant seeing Her.

I walked through the door and headed towards Sheilee. She looked over at me grimly.

"Is it really true? About Wintergreen and my surgery?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, unfortunately," I replied. "You won't have the surgery until after Slade returns."

Sheilee gave me a quizzical look.

"He left?"

"Yeah. He didn't say where he was going."

Sheilee sat back down. An awkward silence followed. I looked around the cage and saw Cora sitting by herself, not looking my way. I stared at her.

"Are you mad at me too?"

I looked back at Sheilee, eyes narrowed at her, almost in a glare.

"Why would I be mad at you?"

Sheilee plucked a feather off her dead wing and started playing with it.

"Well, because the other day, when I talked about Cora, you told me to get out, like you were mad at me. Did I do something wrong?"

My eyes widened for a second before turning blank.

"No," I said. "I just didn't wanna lash out at you. I was just getting angry is all. It has nothing against you; you did nothing wrong."

Sheilee stood up and pushed the feather through the bars. I took it from her. I stared down at it.

"Thank you-"

Someone suddenly snorted.

"So you get mad at me, but not Sheilee, especially since I didn't do anything wrong either? Some friend you turned out to be."

I looked up and glared at Courtney. My hands balled into fists at my sides.

"You did nothing wrong? That's bullshit and you know it!" I shouted angrily. I then stood in a mocking stance, my hand to my chin in thought. "Okay, let's see; you had a vision that my sister was going to die...but you never fucking told me!" I had shouted that last part, no longer mocking. "Are you fucking blind or just dumber than I thought?!"

Courtney was up to the front in a flash. She was fast when angered.

"Stop it you two," Robin warned.

Courtney and I glared daggers at each other.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't think you gave a fuck about her," she said angrily. "That Bitch deserved what she got. And who would give a fuck about her anyways?"

That was the last straw. My claws burst forth. I quickly scratched her face, Sheilee's feather falling from my hand and floating down to lay at my feet. Courtney stepped back in pain, clutching at the claw marks on her face. Blood dripped from my claws and onto the feather. I lowered my hand. I was breathing heavily. I growled.

"I would," I answered, throat sounding deep, almost like a demon's. "She was my sister. And it was I who killed her. Your real parents were Bastards too and you killed them. Or have you forgotten?"

Courtney slowly lowered her hands. Tears were forming her eyes. Her lower lip trembled.

"You take that back," she said sadly, but sternly. "You take that back right now."

Tears fell down her face. I glared at her, unblinking. I turned my back on her, my claws disappearing.

"I hope you burn in Hell."

I started walking away.

"Rocky?"

I turned half way, looking at Sheilee.

"What?"

She plucked another feather from her wing.

"Will you stay by my side during my surgery?"

She held the feather out to me. I stared at it. I turned my back on her.

"I'll think about it."

I walked away and out the door, blood still dripping from my fingers.

Three Days Later...

"Rocky, Slade'll be home soon and I need you to take out the trash. 'Kay?" I didn't reply. "He just called."

I was on my back on my bed, staring at the Phoenix on my ceiling.

"Yeah, great," I said, not caring that Slade was coming home.

There was a pause.

"We have a big dumpster in the back that you can put the trash in to," Phoenix continued. "You don't have to though, you know. I can do it myself." I sat up with one knee up, my arm on it. I narrowed my eyes at my bed. I was waiting for Phoenix to leave, but she didn't. "Is...something wrong?"

I shook my head.

"No, its just..." I paused. I looked sideways at her. "When you get too close I get really angry. But its not your fault because its the demon that makes me that way. I just think we need to stay away from each other until those powers the demon gave me are under control." I turned and got out of bed. "Okay?"

Phoenix looked away from me, sadness clearly on her mind.

"Y-Yeah. I understand."

My eyes narrowed in sadness.

"I'm really sorry, Phoenix..."

I faltered. Phoenix shook her head.

"Don't be," she said, giving me a small smile. "But...thank you."

She turned around and hurried out of the room, I watching her go sadly. I raised my right hand and stared at it. I clenched it into a fist, anger coursing through my veins. I dropped my hand and left my room. It took about ten minutes to get all the trash around the whole lair, which was fairly big. I went to the back and to the dumpster. Right when I threw the trash in, I heard an explosion up ahead.

I grabbed the lid of the dumpster and closed it. I jumped on top of it and looked out at the horizon. I could see a few buildings out in the distance. It seemed that we were smack dab in the middle of the city we were in. I saw another explosion. I contemplated on whether or not I should help out a city that I had stolen from a few times. Would it be okay to go and help it out too?

Yes, yes it would.

I summoned a boulder and hopped on. I flew out to the source of the explosions. The closer I got, the explosions and screams of people decreased. Soon they stopped altogether. This worried me greatly.

I arrived in the city and landed, the boulder going into the beaten and cracked ground. The windows were shattered and a few buildings had fallen down. I looked around for any survivors, but there were no people period. There was a lot of blood on the buildings however. I cupped my hands to my mouth.

"Hello! Anyone there?!" I hollered. No one answered. "Is anyone hurt?!"

Crackle! Crash!

I wiped around, instantly going into a fighting stance. Parts of a building fell to the ground. I stood up straight.

"I guess whoever was making the explosions fled the scene."

I hardly had finished my sentence when I heard another explosion. I looked to the side and saw a tall building slowly collapsing downwards. I ran after the source of the explosion. I ran out from a destroyed alley, but slid to a stop when I saw someone clap his hands and touch the wall of another building, making it explode.

He had long, black hair that was wrapped in a ponytail, wrapped with something brown to keep it together. He had on a black tank top and wearing baggy, blue army pants. He looked very familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him.

I walked towards him cautiously; he hadn't noticed me yet, I assumed.

"Hey!" I shouted. "The Insane Guy! Why are you blowing up everything huh?!"

The guy continued blowing up the building while he spoke to me.

"I'm not insane, Rocky-Sama, I just like to blow shit up." The man turned around, finally facing me. My eyes widened slightly in surprise as I recognized him instantly. "But of course you already knew that."

It was Kimblee the Crimson Alchemist. I closed my partly opened mouth and glared at him.

"What are you doing here, Kimblee?"

He blew up a stop sign beside him.

"Trying to get your attention."

I scoffed.

"Well you did a great job doing so," I said annoyed. "What do you want?"

Kimblee looked around but there was nothing in range for him to blow up.

"I already told you; I wanted your attention."

I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, then let me rephrase; why did you want to get my attention?"

Kimblee examined his fingernails as he replied, "I was hoping you'd be ready for the destruction of Earth, but since the possessing obviously failed a few weeks ago, I'll just have to help bring that power out myself."

Kimblee quickly clapped his hands and placed them on the ground, sending an explosion my way. I front flipped over it and landed in front of him. I punched out at him, but he grabbed my oncoming fist. His hand sparked. I quickly kicked him in the gut. He released my fist, flying backwards. He landed on his feet, sliding back a bit. I got into a fighting stance.

"Your Alchemy won't work on me."

I ran forward and made two clones. We punched out at Kimblee. He quickly clapped his hands and destroyed my clones. He couldn't stop my fist from punching him in the face however. He flew back and crashed into the building he had just destroyed. He fell over the side of it. I approached.

"Your punch isn't much kid."

I stopped in my tracks. Kimblee rose and dusted himself off. I glared at him.

"Your Alchemy isn't much either."

Kimblee closed his eyes and smirked. He reopened them, looking up at me.

"Maybe I shouldn't hold back then."

I smirked too and got into another fighting stance.

"Then neither will I." Kimblee clapped his hands and touched the ground, sending a bigger explosion at me. I did a few hand signs. "Hawk Changing Jutsu!" I turned into said bird and flew over the explosion and at Kimblee. I flew down at him like a missile and changed back, fist at the ready. "Haaaaaaaaa!"

Kimblee easily dodged. I landed, punching the beaten concrete. I was crouched down when Kimblee landed on top of a destroyed building foundation.

"Too slow."

"Think again!"

I appeared above Kimblee. The crouched me disappeared in a cloud of smoke; a clone. I kicked at his head. He turned and grabbed my foot. He spun me around once and let go. I crashed into the concrete, sliding backwards on my back. Kimblee clapped his hands again and sent another explosion. I sat up right when concrete crashed on top of me like a wave. Kimblee chuckled before speaking.

"The Ishbalians fought better than you. They even killed a few of my comrades." For some reason, my jaw and fingers started to ache from Kimblee's words. "Killings others helps you survive. And that, my friend, is how I survived the war. You just have to play your cards right." My claws and fangs grew. "Now come at me with the intent to kill!"

Chakra formed around me. I forced it outwards, causing the concrete to blow off me, crashing into destroyed buildings. One large one went straight for Kimblee's head, but he sidestepped it. I stared at him angrily. I growled in a demon-like voice.

"You wanna play?" I asked in a voice that wasn't my own. It sounded deep, scraggly, and demonic. "Let's play!"

I practically flew at Kimblee. He smirked.

"Now that's more like it!"

I slashed out at him with my claws right when he clapped his hands. He ducked and placed his hands on my stomach.

BOOM!

I flew back after getting hit with Kimblee's explosion, crashing into a building. Blood flew outwards into the air and onto the concrete. I slowly sat up while Kimblee approached. I stood up and stepped from the building. Somehow my stomach was already healing pretty quick. I held my hands out to my sides, fire balls forming in them. I made a few clones, each holding two fire balls, one in each hand. I quickly captured Kimblee in the Shadow Possession Jutsu, holding him in place. My clones and I threw our fire balls right at him. Suddenly a few walls rose in to the air to protect him.

I put my hands over top of each other, like holding a ball, and electricity formed between them. I charged at the wall right when Kimblee blew them up. I jumped into the air, lifting my hands above my head. I threw my hands downward at his head. He jumped back. I landed and threw my hands on the ground, sending electricity at Kimblee. He flew back by the force of the energy.

I got on all fours, like Kiba's Mimicking Jutsu, and ran at Kimblee's fallen form. He sat up right when I scratched at his face. He flew up into the air after my uppercut. I followed up after him. Blood red Chakra formed in my fist. I was right underneath Kimblee, who was hunched over, when I punched him in the stomach with my Wolf Fist of Fury. Kimblee puked up blood; my punch had gone straight through him. I pulled my hand out and started falling, back facing the concrete. I had an evil demonic grin on my face, watching Kimblee fall to his death.

Venus!

I killed my sister!

I killed her!

It felt like my head split in two. Fear boiled up in my gut. I placed my hand behind me and landed on the ground, sliding back a few inches. I transferred Chakra to my feet and pushed off the ground, flying towards Kimblee, who was almost to the ground. I was underneath him when he almost reached. I caught him in my arms. We slid back a bit. My fangs and claws had vanished. I placed him on the ground and hovered over him on my hands and knees.

"Kimblee! Can you hear me?! Kimblee!" He didn't move or even flinch. I looked around quickly before looking back at him. I placed my hand on his stomach wound and gave him some of my Chakra. "Come on Kimblee! Please don't die!"

I removed my hand and placed my ear close to his chest. He was breathing very faintly.

"You're so easy to fool, kid." I didn't have time to react as Kimblee clapped his hands and placed one of them on my shoulder that Phoenix burned. It exploded, sending me crashing into the pavement. The pain in my shoulder hurt like Hell, but not a single tear was shed. I sat up and just glared up at Kimblee. "Naivety must be your strong point." I clutched my bleeding shoulder. I was almost feeling the bone. Kimblee stopped in front of me. "No tears? Or are you just too hard inside?"

I stood up and stepped back from Kimblee. I removed my hand from my shoulder and grabbed my dog tags instead. Blood dripped from my hand due to its sharp edges that I put there myself. I clenched so hard that blood poured out. I had sharpened the edges after my promise to Wintergreen; a reminder of killing my sister, Venus, and all the pain I endured and would continue to endure.

"I can't shed tears," I said unconsciously. "I made a promise to Wintergreen. I'm not hard inside; I'm actually quite soft..." I paused, feeling stupid that I was telling Kimblee this during a battle. "I don't cry anymore." I saw Kimblee staring at my bleeding hand. "My sister gave these to me after she was killed...Killed by me." I sighed. "I made the edges sharp enough to easily cut my hand as a reminder to what I did. I guess you can call it punishment for the sins I committed." I opened my hand and stared at the engravings Venus had put on it. I took my other hand and stroked the the words and my name with my finger. It too cut and bled. "I dub myself the unforgiven." I lowered my hand and slowly allowed the dog tags to fall from the other. "She was a real Bitch, but I still miss her."

My arms dropped to my sides.

"I hope you're done with your ramble." My head shot up. I glared angrily at Kimblee. "I see now why the take over failed; you're too damn sentimental and soft. I bet you meant to do that so that you didn't become fully possessed." My fingers started to ache while I clenched my hands into fists. I felt the claws going into the palms of my hands. Fangs started to grow; again.

"K-Kimblee! Shut...up!"

My eyes started to burn. I closed them, trying to stop them from turning red.

"There's a joy that you get when you kill someone," Kimblee continued. "That joy makes you feel good enough to do it again. Just like now; you had every intention to kill me, like you did your sister, just to end your suffering."

I was under Kimblee so fast he didn't have to time to react. I punched him in the stomach. He rose into the air.

"Kuchiyose no Jutsu."

My sword appeared in my hand. Kimblee landed clumsily on his feet as I ran at him, my sword traveling on the concrete behind me. I charged at him, but he jumped into the air, out of reach.

"Did you think I would fall for your same trick twice?!" Kimblee asked amused.

I appeared behind him, back-to-back.

"Of course not." I turned and sliced at Kimblee. He fell after I caught him in the side. He landed on one hand and one knee. I landed, facing him. He held on to his side as I ran at him again. I looked up in time for me to slice into his chest. He flew backwards and landed on his back painfully. I walked forward then stopped before him. He didn't move. "Get up!"

Kimblee shot up, clapped his hands and flung himself at me. I held my sword over my left shoulder, holding it in my right hand. I swung forward and sliced both of his hands, knocking him back. He crashed back into the concrete, blood seeping out from under his hands. I walked towards him, blood dripping from my sword. I stopped by his feet. I flicked my sword, blood falling off of it. Kimblee first coughed, but then started to laugh.

"Go ahead," he said, "kill me. All you would need to do is stab me right in the heart or stomach. It would be that easy. My right arm started to tremble. "I can't use Alchemy. And I've been badly wounded. So I have no strength to run away. I slowly started to raise my sword arm. "Go on; it'll be that easy."

I growled and yelled a battle cry, ready to strike him dead. But then my left shoulder blazed in pain. Someone had grabbed my right shoulder. My whole body started to tremble. Someone whispered in my ear as I gritted my teeth in anger, fangs showing.

"Its okay, Rocky. You can stop now."

Soon my body started to relax at Slade's words. I dropped my arm to my side. My hand opened. My sword fell to the ground. I continued to bare my fangs at Kimblee, who was still chuckling to himself. I grabbed my aching shoulder with my right hand. I clenched it roughly, my claws digging into my flesh. Blood poured down my arm. I closed my mouth, fangs and claws shrinking. I glared down at Kimblee. I shrugged Slade's hand off, getting out of his grip. I turned around to my left and passed Slade, leaving my sword behind. I also passed Phoenix, who was standing behind Slade. I stopped when she spoke directly at me.

"You're really scaring me, Rocky," she said. "You know that...Right?"

I lowered my head, feeling Phoenix's eyes on me. I heard Slade pick up my sword. I looked up and saw Lea in front of me, looking concerned and a bit frightened.

"Yeah," I said. "So what else is new?"

I appeared beside Lea in a ball of wind. She gulped, frightened. I found that I didn't care at the moment.

"Go home, Rocky," Slade said behind me. "Get a shower.: He paused. "I need to talk to you later."

My hands clenched into fists. Lea stiffened slightly beside me. I rose into the air on a chunk of concrete. I flew off without another word.

Later...

I stood under the hot water, letting it wash the splattered blood away from my face. I stared up at the water, my expression blank. I didn't blink as the water hit my eyes. Luckily this was the only way for me to feel like I was already crying, because I hated myself so much for almost killing Kimblee, twice. But I made a promise to Wintergreen; I couldn't really cry.

I slowly lowered my head to look at my left shoulder. The bone was almost sticking out of my skin. If Lea wasn't as scared as much as she was before, then I would let her heal it. But for now I allowed the water to rain down on it, washing the blood away.

I narrowed my eyes as I saw something shining from the water inside my shoulder. I raised my right hand and extended the claws. One was broken off, missing. They shrunk. I looked back at the shining piece in my shoulder. My stomach churned horribly as I raised my right hand and touched my shoulder. I braced myself and plunged my fingers into my shoulder. I gasped out in pain and looked away, feeling for the claw.

"Fuck..." I grabbed the end and pulled as hard as I could. It came out easily. Blood splattered the shower walls, but was quickly washed away from the water. I breathed out heavily and dropped the nail. I put my shoulder under the water and... "GODDAMMIT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

I turned off the water quickly and slammed open the shower door. I practically fell out of the shower, trying to reach the toilet. I lifted up the lid and seat quickly. I puked into the toilet. I did this three more times, emptying all the contents of my stomach. I sat back and grabbed my towel, not daring to look at my shoulder. I wrapped it around my waist, shaking as I did so. My bathroom door suddenly slid open. My left shoulder sheered in pain again. I leaned over the toilet and puked again.

"Dammit, boy." Slade came up beside me and grabbed my arm roughly. "I can't leave you alone for two seconds, now can I?" I puked acid from the bowels of my stomach. I leaned back and took a deep breath. I dropped my head from exhaustion. Slade was examining my shoulder. He gave it a jerk. I gritted my teeth. "Why do you do this to yourself, hm?" Slade asked. "And all the way to the bone no doubt."

I shook my head.

"That's not my fault," I said tiredly. "Kimblee did that. The second time was me because I had part of my nail inside of it, so I had to pull it out. Now leave me alone." I pulled my arm out of Slade's slackened grip. I stood up and turned my back on him, closing the shower door. Part of it was cracked when I had slammed it opened. I grabbed the other towel on the rack and started drying my hair with it. Slade hadn't left. I glanced at him over my shoulder, still drying my hair. "Can I finish in peace please?" I asked, irritated. I turned away and threw the towel to the floor at my feet after drying my hair. "The faster I get done without you in here, the sooner Lea can heal my shoulder."

I glanced at Slade again and was about to turn back but did a double take. Slade was no longer looking at me. Instead he was looking at the floor, looking suddenly tired and somewhat sad. I felt a little bad that I was practically yelling at him to go away.

So I ventured and asked, "What's wrong?"

Slade turned around and left without a word. I looked over at the mirror and saw my reflection; my eyes were still tinged red. I sighed and looked away. I finished drying off my body, being extra careful of my shoulder, and pulling on clean boxers and shorts for bed. Once I finished, I put the towels on the towel bar. I looked back into the mirror and saw the cuts and bruises from Kimblee's and my battle. There were also a few scars from previous fights in the past embedded into my body. I suddenly felt ugly with all of them on me.

I raised my hand to my face and saw the cuts from my dog tags. I didn't even want to think about the scars on my back, let alone look at them in the mirror. I finally realized that I hated myself; a lot.

I turned around and left the bathroom, going into my room. Slade was there with Lea by the door. She gasped quietly when she had a good look at me. I looked at my floor, shaking my head.

"Don't look at me like that," I told Lea. "I don't need your damn sympathy."

She practically glomped me. She held her arms around my neck. My arms were up in surprise. She hugged me for several seconds. I lowered my arms, not returning the gesture. She finally let go. She wiped tears from her eyes.

"Thank the Ice Goddess you're okay," she said. "I thought that-" She stopped and looked away from me. "You're right; I don't need to give you my damn sympathy." She wiped her eyes fiercely in order to stop crying. She looked back at me and glared. Honestly, her glare intimidated me. "After I healed you you're to go straight to bed. Do you understand me?" I stared at her slightly wide eyed. "Did you hear me, you jerk?"

I stepped back from her, slightly afraid at her tone.

"Um, y-yeah."

She humphed and came up to me. She grabbed my left shoulder and allowed her healing powers to work their magic. Once it was fully closed she put ice on my shoulder. It stung a bit.

"I wouldn't use that arm much for a while," she said, sounding more and more like a doctor with each word. "So I put ice on it to numb the pain that you will feel in the morning." She pulled on my arm, pulling me downward closer to her. "And if you ever scare me like that again, I will freeze the crap out of you. Are we clear?"

I stared into her eyes.

"C-Crystal."

She let go of my arm and stepped back. She turned around and started to leave. She stopped in the doorway.

"And by the way, Cora is very worried about you after Slade told us everything. She says she's ready to apologize for not telling you that your sister was going to die in her dream. I'll let them know you're going to be fine." She paused. "Good night."

She left my room, the door sliding shut behind her. I sat down on my bed and placed my elbows on my legs. I propped my head on the palm of my hands. I sighed.

"What happened to Kimblee?" I asked Slade.

"I kept him alive if that's what you mean."

I looked up at him without my moving my head.

"You let him walk free?" I asked surprised.

Slade leaned back against the wall, his arms folded over his chest.

"I'm keeping him locked up here until I figure out what to do with him. For once in my life I thought about someone else instead of myself."

I raised my head off my hands.

"Really? Who?"

Slade pointed to my sword on my desk.

"You." I blinked in surprise. "I could've killed him right then and there, but I didn't. Because I wasn't thinking about what I wanted, but what you wanted. And I know you a lot more than you think. So, yes, he's still alive because that's what you would've wanted. Correct?"

We stared at each other silently for a long time. I suddenly remembered Lea's stern voice. I stood up and walked to the side of my bed. I pulled the covers and sheets back. I got into bed and pulled the covers over me, my back to Slade. The covers laid gently on my iced shoulder.

"Good night Slade," I said.

Slade turned off the light.

"Night."

The door slid opened and then shut after Slade left. I held my pillow with my left hand and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and fell asleep as exhaustion finally claimed me.

(Fade to darkness)