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Chapter 37: Skinned Mocking Bird
Strong. Fayth skidded back at the force that the blade hit Alae. North sprinted over and kept knocking at her blades not giving her a chance to attack. Strong. She held both blades before her trying to not let the single on of North's penetrate her shield. Perhpas...too strong. She drew the thought out of her mind. She couldn't think that. She wouldn't let them down. Nothing that has happened so far will be in vain.
"Imperious!" she called stabbing her sword on the floor. The sparks flew out but North only jumped and avoided the deadly current.
"Those powers won't work with me," North said. She strolled lightly further towards her. Fayth bit her bottom lip. Her voice, her movements, her fighting style. Everything. All of it was the same. It was like fighting with Hellewise. Something she failed to accomplish even once. She felt threatened by this. Could she possibly win?
"I can," she contradicted herself. She charged at her once again in an attempt to clash with her body. The sword however maintained its ground.
"Do what you may, it is useless," she swung her blade throwing Fayth up in the air and away, falling striaght on the edge of the platform. "You are a very unfortunate child. Since the day you came to be it was destined. You cannot trive in this wolrd. You are a bringer of sadness and sorrow."
"You're wrong!" she yelled standing up and charging again. She kept strking but North only kept bloking, reading her every move.
"Am I now?" she asked. Stopping the right blade with her own she reached and caught her wrist before she landed a blow. "You are a Child of Misfortune. Why else do you think all the people you love end up killed?" North kicked Fayth in the stomach and sent her off, this time losing grasp on Alae.
"No..." she coughed out blood as she sat up. North only looked at her borring her eyes on her. She didn't attack nor continued talking. She wanted to give her enough rope to hang herself. "I didn't cause all this. Babylonia, William, Jack. No. She's lying. How could I? I never..." she gasped at realizing something. Perhaps. There was a slight chance that what she was hearing was true. The truth. She was a Noah that wasn't suppose to be. Her family ended up fighting because of it. She was a misfit with the Order. That caused struggle. She wasn't normal. That caused not only Hellewise's death but also the others. It all added up. It all came back to her.
"You see it isn't a lie, do you not?" North asked now storlling her way. "Now wouldn't it be better if your existence from this world was erased? For their good."
"North is what?" Tyki called once Sheril had answer his question as to where the witch was.
"She was determined to fight with the kid who's got the memory of oblivion," Sheril said. "It's to control Demise."
"I've loved to see if her little plan might actually work or simply blow up in her face," Wisely called curious.
"What plan?" Tyki asked the Earl.
"She's planning to use the body as a vessel to give to that thing~" he said to him. "A corporeal substance would be rather hard to find, if it weren't that the child is capable of fusing with that demonic entity because of the mere fact that they're polar opposites~."
"What?"
"In other words," Wisely said making Tyki turned to him. "North attempts to fuse the dark spirit of Demise with the light soul of that girl. If she's successful, we would have in our hands a great asset."
"That doesn't justify her taking a Noah," Tyki called angrily. "How could you allow this?" he yelled at the Earl.
"Tyki-pon," the Earl said using the nickname but sounding serious. "I have nothing against her. I do, however, have something against the fact that she's unwilling to cooperate. She hasn't come to us for answers of Oblivion. And I doubt she will. Unless, we take her by force the power to create and destroy reality will be lost to us."
Tyki couldn't accept it. If Arlena's vessel, if this Fayth died then he wouldn't see her again until she reincarnated. But how long would that take, even if she did. "W-What if." He caught the Earl's attention then. "What if I can convince her..."
"What's the use?" Wisely asked mockingly. "Oblivion's not an important Noah. Excluding her powers, she's a useless one. If she came to us willignly there might be problems with loyalty. It would only put more into the pile we already have."
"I can convince her," Tyki said confidently not losing his cool. He turned to the Earl, "Please, Earl Millenium. Give me one try at it. I'll bring her back."
"I wish she wasn't such an untamable child but I'll give you a chance. Bring the kid back and we'll see where to go from there," the Earl consented.
"I will," he said.
"But," the Earl interjected. "It will have to wait. Right now these matters are more important~."
"Matters?" they all turned to Lyraxia. She'd regain consciousness sooner than she was meant to.
"Incredible," Wisely complimented her. "As expected of Yulia."
"I'm...not Yulia," Lyraxia mumbled.
"Then who are you?" Wisely called taunting her steel will. "Merry? Lyraxia? Domino's Pythoness?"
"I'm..." but Wisely's head turned away.
Lyraxia's eyes followed and saw that Allen was moving but was still under Wisely's spell. He was raising his fist. He let it go onto Kanda's face yelling, "Where did your short temper go?" She couldn't believe it. Even when Kanda flew across the room. When Wisely began crying of his headache and the two others became distracted Lyraxia invoked Arya cutting through the ducts that held her in place with her crytals. Then Tokusa came about being held by the ducts.
"Stop Alma Karma!" he yelled.
Lyraxia turned around to see him. Her eyes widened seeing him in that malevolent caccoon. It was as if something was trying to eat him whole. Then a bright light blinded them. She couldn't see and the light on her eyes hurt even more. She bloked the light with her arms but that left everything else vulnerable to the explosion that was coming.
Suddenly arms wrapped around her shoulders from her left side. His voice came into her ears above all the noise. "Invoke her."
There was no hesitation, "Arya!" The crystals rattled, the sash around her shoulders took a life of it's own and shrouded them both in its black fabric. She could hear the explosion on the other side of the darkness the sash had made and a distinctive cracking of the crystals. Her Innocence was still weakened from the battle before with Kendra. "Hang in there, Arya. Please!" She implored feeling cracks of light show. "She's going to break. I can't keep this up."
She felt the grip on her shoulders tighter, "Then hang on." She let Arya's protection fall, the Innocence alright for not being dragged to the maximum. They had fallen back from the residual explosion. He'd held her in protection from what was left of the explosion and both rolled down the debris. She coughed once they stopped. He sat up bringing her up with him. He stood up leaving her there.
"What are-" but she gasped seeing the pentacles that were on his right side of his face. They were curing themselves.
"Stay," he said not giving a chance to retort. "I don't want you involved in this. I'm the one dealing with him."
"Him?"
"Someone's there..." Lyraxia turned to the voice that called. The voice was familiar and similar to the one that she'd heard almost ten years ago before she was taken. It sounded older but still the same tone of childishness and care. "Yu...?"
"Grassy?" Lyraxia thought at seeing him. "Alma..." she mumbled under her breath. She tried moving but she felt a sharp pain on her right leg. Looking over she saw a piece of rubble that had stabbed onto her lower thigh. She bit her lower lip and tasted the blood but that took the pain away from her leg as she pulled the piece of rubble off. She tried standing up by herself but saw that she had to lean against something. "Damn." The piece had gone deeper than expected.
She attempted to stand by herself but found that she had to leaned against something. Anything to keep the wait off her leg. She glanced over at Alma and Kanda. It was impossible to think that the two she'd seen grow into friends were about to fight in front of her eyes. Then he began transforming right before their eyes back into the boy they knew now older.
"Alma," Lyraxia mumbled looking intently at what he was becoming.
Then he said it himself, "Because of Yu, I've become an Akuma."
Kanda only stared before unsheathing Mugen and saying coldly, "That's why I'll destroy you."
"No," Lyraxia said under her breath. She pushed the pain of the puncture away just like she'd done with the sharp knife pain on her thighs before. She ran up in front of Yu with Arya invoked but spreading her arms wide open. "Please stop this Alma!"
"I told you to not interfere," Kanda snarled at her through gritted teeth.
"Mocky...?" he said confused yet nostalgic.
She nodded her eyes stinging, "Yeah, it's Mocky. Mocky came back. I'm here. Remember that you use to tell what a pain in the neck Yu was. That hasn't changed in all these years and something else that didn't change was his caring heart. He hasn't change Alma and I'm sure you haven't either!"
"I always thought of you as my big sister since you told me that," Alma said. "But what was the use of you if you were going to side with Yu." But he only opened his mouth about to shoot.
"Step aside," Kanda told her now shoving her behind him and going at Alma with his Mugen activated to the third level. The push made her leg buckle in turn making her fall to one knee.
"Shoot," she semi cussed under her breath. She tried to bring herself up but couldn't feel her leg. Bad, she thought, this is bad. It was screaming but she managed to stand back up. She had to go to them. Protect them both and find a way to purify the dark matter that was morphing with his cells. There had to be one. Then she heard the voice of the Earl that echoed in everyone's minds.
"Allen...if you so with it, I can erase the dark matter inside Alma and the Thrid Exorcists~"
"Erase?" Lyraxia repeated in disbelief. Could he...do that? She gasped. Of course he could, he was the one who created the dark matter in all Akuma. He could do it but...at what cost to Allen?
She heard the rubble fall from where Kanda had thrashed Alma against and turned towards them. He was angry. More than that. She could feel the resentment and sorrow and grief that accumulated to create that hatred. That she could feel it meant that it was just that palpable. He was suffering an extreme heartache. Then the sparks that Alma sent went flying across onto every living body that was in the area.
Lyraxia screamed at contact with it. It was unbreable. Then she saw how Alma had stabbed Kanda with spears. "A-Arya!" She managed to mumble the name and the Innocence took it as an order to attack sending a crystal spear flying and actually hitting Alma on his right shoulder.
"Not enough," he said laying a hand on it and crushing it in his gasp. He headed towards Kanda for his next attack.
"Divinity!" Lyraxia called throwing a pair of crystals that turned into spears and shot straight landing before Alma and creating a one-way shield. At that distance and in that condition it was her best attempt to protect Kanda.
"Weak!" Alma shouted. With one punched the crystal shattered.
"Not yet!" she yelled sending the remaining crystals out and doing a whole dome. "Divine Protection!" The crystal shone and solidified.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kanda yelled at her.
"Protecting you sorry ass!" she said actually cussing. "You're an idiot for wanting to fight like that! What are you, a damn puppet!"
"Still not enough!" Alma called punching the dome over and over again. Although fortified, Divine Protection was weakening quickly.
"Please Arya hold on! Don't let me down now when I most need you!" she called begging her Innocence. Then she felt it. A pounding sensation that stroke all over her body draining the air out of her lungs. She dropped to her knees and felt something warm fall down her cheek and down her chin. She reached up slowly to touch both. At seeing it she started hyperventilating. Down the corner of her mouth and eyes blood had started to trickle down. That'd never happen before. Not since she was cured. Could it be that...the illness...?
"Disappear!" Alma yelled breaking the dome of glass. She covered her face and all she could. Yet something still managed to reach her and throw her against a mount of rubble. She didn't feel it right away but the warm liquid told her it was there. Alma had actually slashed her across her body, the magnitude throwing her away. Her vision began to blur from the blood she had began crying involuntarily. She coughed and could see vaguely the droplets that fell on her. Was she dying? But the questions that knocked on the back of her head was from what. The slash or the apparent return illness?
That's when she noticed the magnitude that had remained stationary. Glancing over she saw Kanda liked she'd never seen him before. He was letting his power take control of him.
He attacked Kanda in the Fifth Illusion exclaiming in rage, "Die Alma!" Then they stood apart after the attack. Alma was too powerful but Kanda... something was wrong with him.
"He's being controlled by the immense power," she said recognizing the scene. This happened before but instead of him it had been Ventus who had summoned all five corpses from his arsenal. The drive of gaining power by spreading his revival virus Innocence was empowering yet intoxicating. That power only numbed the senses, the brain lost concept of its surroundings. It was like raising a weapon of massive destruction to its maximum level and letting it loose to kill. Whomever it had in its way. Friend or foe. To it, it didn't matter. Basically they were drunk. Drunk with the immense amount of power.
Kanda went and charged towards Alma catching him by surprise. "No, stop! Yu!" she yelled not being able to move from her spot. She swore times slowed but just before Mugen landed on Alma, Allen's Sword of Exorcism stopped him.
Allen began asking questions as if nothing of why Kanda was so odd. Kanda yelled at him, out of his mind. Kanda then attacked both with his Fifth Illusion.
"Allen!" Lyraxia yelled getting his attention. "He can't here you! That's not Kanda anymore! He's drunk with power!" But then Kanda began attacking Alma fiercely.
She tried standing but only fell. Her body was numb and the pain was gone. That was bad and yet she kept trying. "Come on, get up!" She could see how Alma had began to attack relentlessly. She finally stood up only to see Kanda on the floor and Alma holding Allen with his tail, strangling him. She couldn't let him kill anymore. She urged herself to go and it worked and she ran over, every step now sending tremendous amounts of pain through her nerves. She still felt it. Good. "Alma stop this!" she yelled tripping on debris and falling a few feet away from Alma. "Stop it!" Her words resonated in her mind as if empty of thought. Alma then fell on his own accord. The Earl's voice came, Alma's power as an Akuma was reaching its limits.
That didn't stop Kanda though. Allen helped Alma who was dying off now. He realized then that what Lyraxia had said was true. He was drunk with power, it made him close his mind. Then Allen and Kanda both began fighting viciously. Allen trying to awaken Kanda back, Kanda deaf to his or any other's words. She took the chance to walk over at where Allen had left Alma. All she had left was to protect him. She would do that task.
"What are you doing?" he asked her as she placed Arya over his shoulders, under his arms and tying the two medallion behind his back to keep it in place.
She smiled at him, "Keeping you safe. I have to. At least until Yu remembers who he is. He'll safe you then." She coughed again staining him with scarlet blood.
"Merry?" he said concerned for once.
"I thought I had cheated death curing my illness," she said hiding her eyes that kept crying bloody tears. "But I guess if I'm dying then I might as well piss of God so He sends me to hell were Lyra is." Alma's eyes widened seeing just as her body fell onto his. She was breathing lightly but that was fading too. Tears stained his face as he placed her aside gently. Kanda had regained his consciousness after Allen fell to the floor his skin changing color. He turned to Alma who had tears on his eyes and a body by his feet. A black sash on his shoulders.
His eyes followed to the body next to him and then he noticed. Lyraxia was on the floor bloodied and disheveled. Her chest barely raising and falling, each time doing so slower than before. His eyes widened just as his mind was striken with realization.
"I told you to step aside...so that this wouldn't happen."
Holy crap! Lyra's dying! Will she? Will i be such a bitch to kill her too! maybe, maybe not :D Hopefully you'll get to know tomorrow. Who knows maybe next week.
I just love cliffhangers! XD
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