Chapter Two

"If you come to my house later, I can help you study for this test that's coming up." Mujaki said as they began to walk there normal route home for the night. Okashi smiled at her, the wind picking up behind them.
"Hey you guys! Wait up!" Duo screamed behind them. They turned around to see him, Heero, Hilde and Milliardo run up to the two college girls, breathing hard as they stopped to catch their breath.
"Sorry were late." Heero said, panting as he sat on the nearest bench.
Hilde and Okashi began to argue over something that everyone else didn't want to get into, Duo sitting next to Heero and Mujaki on the other side of Heero. He smiled to her as she looked at him, his eyes reaching hers to greet each other's hearts.
"Isn't Korosu supposed to be here?" Milliardo asked quickly, sitting on a bench next to the one that was already filled up.
"Yeah, she said that she might be a little late though." Mujaki answered him.
"There she is! Hey Korosu!" Duo yelled, waving a little at her as she appeared from the shadows. She didn't say anything as she walked in front of everyone, Okashi and Hilde watching her know, her hands in her pockets and her eyes averted to the floor.
"I'm sorry."
"About what?" Mujaki asked, sitting up from her spot on the bench. The sun's rays' hit her eyes, making her flinch.
"I'm sorry."
Okashi looked at the others, seeing for the first time that Heero was eyeing Mujaki very suspiciously.
Korosu looked up at all of them then, her eyes grown cold and hateful. She moved from each of their faces, deciding tonight would be the right time. She screamed as yellow light appeared behind her, demons with strange marks and screaming in anger coming up behind her like a massive wall. The earth shook violently as Korosu's clothes were ripped from her body, her nakedness being revealed to all. The demons surrounded her, red light flaring from the middle of all the haze. She reappeared once again, armor in place and her symbol being placed on her forehead.
She smiled then, a hateful smile with evil and love all at the same time. Her symbols were no longer glowing, her hair settling once again. Her left arm was armored with a steel and shiny oval shaped sphere. It connected to her breastplate; a long string attached to a small knife like object in the middle as a band covering her neck. Her legs were shown, a long skirt being attached to her waist, coming down and covering the earth behind her. Her stomach was visible, the shirt ending just above her waist.
"I'm sorry."
"Those are the demons!?. . . " Okashi screamed, her eyes watching as they stayed behind their master.
"You can't be!?!!" Mujaki yelled frantically, her voice hard and weak at the same time.
Korosu nodded, her symbol laying dormant on her fore head now.
Okashi and Mujaki jumped in front of the three boys and the only other girl other then themselves quickly. Both screamed in rage as magic flared from their hands and they hurled it towards Korosu. She didn't even flinch, didn't even move. A small shield appeared around her, the magic the two girls had thrown at her being diverted on another course, creating the earth to rumble when they hit the ground.
"You are not yet strong enough."
"How could you!!" Mujaki yelled. She whipped her hand and a sword appeared in her right hand. She screamed as she raced towards her betrayer, plunging the long metallic sword into her body. Mujaki fell to the ground, her hands still placed on her sword. Its spider like features scraped her right hand, causing blood to spurt on the blue sword. She turned around to see Korosu behind her. Her hand reached the middle of her back, pushing her forwards with magic unknown to Earth. She flew forwards, her hand losing the grip she had on her sword. Mujaki fell to the ground near Heero as she groaned in pain as she tried to get up.
"BITCH!!!!" Okashi screamed, yanking out a sword herself. Okashi's green metal had two strings attached to a small stone in the middle; hanging around her hand as she herself lunged towards the traitor that they had just witnessed. Korosu's hand came out quickly, her demons becoming silent and still. Her eyes grew cold and treacherous as silent magic flared from her out stretched hand. It pushed into Okashi without warning, pushing her back as he sword fell from her hand.
"Please, don't make me hurt you. Any, of you." Korosu said, her voice soft but angry at the same time.
"How could you do this. . . " Okashi said, her voice cracking as she began to cry.
"Korosu,… how?" Milliardo asked, his eyes confused and worn.
"I told you not to get involved."
"Are you even 21?" Heero asked quickly, getting his courage up to ask about her past. She nodded her head no, closing her eyes as the demons lay still around her.
"I am 3, 071."
They all looked at her in surprise, there voices bringing some entertainment to her demons.
She turned around then, her back showing them nothing. She began to walk, a bright light following ahead. She didn't look back until one of the humans behind her screamed in rage.
"COME BACK! TRAITOR!! WHY WONT YOU FIGHT!!!" Mujaki screamed, Heero giving her support. Korosu looked back at them, her eyes dormant as her demons turned to greet them as well.
"Why fight an opponent I already know that I'm going to win against?"
"But. . . " Mujaki whispered, her knees growing weak once again.
"You will train. I will come back to fight you in three weeks. Consider this a warning." And with that she turned around without an answer or even a question asked and disappeared in to the setting sun.

Mujaki. The voice in her head kept repeating itself. She recognized her voice as Korosu. Her sleep was disturbed by that same voice. She could still see that young girl, her eyes grown dark in that moment of silence.
Why fight an opponent I already know that I'm going to win against? The same phrase repeating itself over and over in her head.
Mujaki awoke suddenly, the rain outside beating hard on the windows near the bed that she lay on. Heero came to her side, hugging her as she cried on his shoulders. Her baby blue hair was matted down with the perspiration that had continued to bother her in her sleep. Her deep purple eyes left the comfort of Heero's body, averting her eyes to the small drops of rain that ran down his apartment window. Tears came to them again as he pulled her close and she let the tears run onto his body.

Korosu never showed herself for the next three weeks. Her voice still lay in their heads, but Milliardo seemed to be the most disturbed. He tried hard not to think that Korosu wasn't going to destroy the world. That she wasn't what she seemed. But her knew that deep down inside, she was what she seemed. She was evil and manipulative, her eyes showed that much. He could still see the demons surrounding her, obeying every motion that she gave. He saw the symbol on her head, her eyes and her body. He couldn't get over the fact that she was something so horrid, so deceptive.
Okashi and Mujaki trained those weeks that she was gone. Their magic growing every new day. The nights were long, awaiting the one that they had grown fond of. Okashi would wake screaming in the night, her nightmarish dreams awakening her in deep sleep. Mujaki would wake just before sunrise, her body sweaty and uncomfortable. They would never converse these dreams, for they were of torture and death. The blood shed in these dreams were not pleasurable, but not uncomfortable. They were horrible, but could also produce the light.
Mujaki and Okashi stood before the great lake, the memorial with its unblinking eyes stood still and fragmented. They stood waiting, waiting for the one they were to destroy this day. Their training forming into there bodies. Magic and power was created deep inside of them, their love and hate growing for the one soon to come. She appeared instantly, the sun setting behind the vast lake.
She came out of the mist, demons angered and screaming at the two waiting. A strong wind began to blow as Korosu appeared in the middle of all the mist, the haze and the disaster. She smiled to them, a hateful greeting but a warm one as well. Korosu saw the two girls waiting, as well as the other three men in the back ground. She smiled to them as well, her demons watching those that lay in front of her.
"You have grown strong over the weeks I have given you. You used this time wisely." She yelled at them, floating on top of the lake towards them.
Both nodded, pulling out there swords as she advanced slowly towards them. They stood their ground, seeing for the first time the gigantic black mark on her back, a growing hatred that would consume the entire universe. Suddenly behind her, a strange cloaked figure appeared behind her, his face hood and his body cloaked. They could feel him smirk at them, his form a shade in the never ending light.
Korosu smiled, her demons forming a massive wall around her and the cloaked figure that followed shortly after. A sword appeared in the young woman's hands, a small piece of work.
Its mantle was short and thin, leading to a sapphire in the middle of two wings that came out and caught sight of the sun. Its long thin metal form carried a silence that was deafening, a small diamond at the end of its sharp bladed point. She smiled to them then, her eyes cold and dark.
"I will take care of this." The cloaked figure said. His hand reached up and pulled Korosu back, her eyes not moving from the figure that lay on top of a small hill. His blue eyes looked straight into hers, his eyes not was warm as they used to be.
"Who are you?" Okashi yelled, her sword still drawn.
"I am Yokoshima. The master of all demons." His voice was distraught and deep, his form a shade and nothing more. "And you must be the two young fighters that have been destroying by beautiful creatures."
"As a matter of fact. . . " Mujaki said, her sword still drawn as well. Her eyes watched the figure approach her, his cape flying in all directions as he reached the edge of the lake that he floated upon.
"There is many lies and deceptions here, in this world."
Both Okashi and Mujaki looked at each other; their minds set on fighting. They felt his eyes, watching them and then being averted to the three men on top of the small hill ahead. He smiled underneath his hooded form, his soul bringing joy and hate all at the same time.
"Wait, Master!. . . " Korosu said, beginning to walk towards him. He turned around, throwing a silent spell on her, pushing her back. She sighed, her eyes closing simultaneously and re-opening quickly.
"There is too many lies and deceptions right before me…"
"What?" Mujaki was confused, irritated and inpatient. She was growing tired of just sitting here listening to him talk.
"Do you all consider yourselves friends?" Yokoshima asked, his voice menacing.
"Yes, we do actually." Heero replied on top of the hill, leaning onto the nearest tree.
"Then why do you hide so many secrets from each other?"
Each one looked at one another, watching the movements of each person around them. They considered the subject, and new that there were a lot of secrets that were not conversed to each other, but sometimes it must be that way.
"Mujaki, you love the one that calls himself Heero Yuy. But yet, you are afraid. You are afraid of what everyone will think. You are scared that you will be humiliated by the ones that you love and hold so dear to your heart."
Mujaki's purple eyes looked down to the lake, her eyes filling with tears of hate and sadness. Her sword disappeared suddenly, her eyes closing as her tears ran down her cheeks onto her shirt below. Heero looked at the other two men that were staring at him, watching his every move. He looked away, watching Mujaki below.
"Okashi. You do not trust any one. Not even the one that made love to you. You can't trust any one. You hate this. You hate Earth. You want to leave with the one you love and be with him forever. You wish to leave this place, even your best friend."
Okashi gasped, her heart aching. Duo stepped back, the shock of what he just heard confusing him. Mujaki stood watching her best friend, reconsidering what she thought of her. Mujaki new that taking information from the enemy wasn't right, but it was true. Mujaki could hear it in her best friends voice when she spoke of her lover and the planet that she lived on right now.
"I'm…so…sorry…you guys…" Okashi said, tears running down her cheeks. Her sword was put back as well, disappearing from her hands as she fell to the ground beneath her and began to sob uncontrollably.
Korosu watched as the ones that had trusted her break down. Mentally, their minds couldn't not withstand what they were hearing. Secrets from their pasts and the present were revealed to them, breaking them down piece by piece. They would yell at the man standing in front of them, screaming at him to stop; to have mercy on them. He wouldn't, he kept at it. He never wished to fight them, never wanted to. His powers were to hurt them in their minds, enabling them of there magic and there strength.
"Which one, Korosu?" the black cloaked figure asked, almost suddenly.
He looked back at her, his eyes hidden but she could feel them underneath all the hate and the darkness. She closed her eyes, trying hard not to tell him who it was. She heard him smile with glee as he turned around and threw a powerful beam straight for Milliardo Peacecraft.
Without thinking, Korosu jumped in front of him with a blink of an eye and put a strong shield in front of him, protecting the one that she had grown so fond of. He watched her push the magic in another direction, forcing it to push another way. Yokoshima smiled to her underneath his cloak once again, laughing in delight.
"You have been good to me, Korosu, but it is time to break this commitment we hold as ours." He said, his shady form covering the lake entirely.
Korosu had no time before he used the earth against her. The trees and the plants game together as one, taking her whole. She screamed in pain, her face shocked with fear and hate. They stopped growing on her when they reached her face, squeezing her tighter and tighter. Her eyes were hateful towards him then as he laughed at her, his voice grown cold.
"You have betrayed me as I have betrayed them." Korosu said, her voice breaking as the vines that engulfed her tightened there grip on her body. She smiled a little and laughed at herself for being so stupid. "Before you destroy me, tell me. Why?"
"Why? I'll tell you why…" he paused for a minute, thinking of how he should put it. "Once, long ago, a magician by the name of Haishi suru created seven talismans. Each talisman had there own separate powers, each containing magic beyond that of imagination. After he was finished, he placed each one of these Talismans on a different planet on a different galaxy. He spent over 1000 years creating this magic. But, the best is yet to come. After you control each talisman and earn its trust, you can control everything, or destroy everything. After gathering these talismans, that person will become the strongest person in the entire…universe…"
"So you see, Korosu. When I found you, all alone and discreet, I used you. You had hidden power in you that not even I can use. The ancient language that you have learned is powerful, full of magic that I have never been able to use. So, now that you have collected six of the talismans for me, I have no more use for you. And you can not be able to live." Yokoshima finished, eyeing her underneath his hooded figure.
His hand was held high then, creating a bright light in the sky. Korosu screamed in pain once again as the vines took over her entire body, bringing her into nothingness. She saw her past then, her mother and her father. Then she saw Yokoshima, his figure obedient and kind then. She saw her planet and her people, the last of everything. Then blackness.
Korosu.
She heard it then. A voice. A voice familiar to her, but not yet discernable.
Korosu.
This time a different voice.
Korosu.
This time a different voice.
The blackness around her began to take shape. Three figures stood before her. Her naked body lay cold and soft, her hair crisscrossing over her soft skin. She saw who they were then. Mujaki, Okashi and Milliardo. The three she most trusted, the three she had grown so fond of. She watched them, move away from her and then close again when she asked them too, afraid of them. She could hear them talking to her, their soft sweet voices ringing like a song in her ears.
Do you like to hurt us, Korosu? She could hear Mujaki say.
Do you wish to hurt us, Korosu? She could hear Okashi say.
Do you want to hurt us, Korosu? She could hear Milliardo say.
She screamed in agony as she turned herself around to find Okashi and Mujaki gone, but Milliardo was still in her eye sight.

"Mujaki…are you…?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." The baby blue haired girl said, her eyes reaching her friends. She lay in Heero's arms now, Duo holding Okashi. Milliardo lay on the ground next to them, panting for breath. Tears strolled down Mujaki's face as she looked at the demon that lay on top of the lake, sucking up the Earth's energy as a crystal like form was being created in front of him. Her eyes were averted to Okashi's, her body bloody and pale from the torture they had induced in their minds.
"Is Korosu?…"
Heero nodded his head, looking at her purple eyes softly. He kissed her lips then, trying to give her some of the love that she had back into her soul. Duo smiled at him, Okashi as well.
"Well, what do you say we try this again. Expect from a different approach?" Mujaki said, standing up with the help of Heero.
"What did you have in mind?" Okashi asked, using all of her strength to get up herself.
"What do you think about strategy, instead of just power?"

Korosu.
His deep voice came to her then. She listened to him, watching his shade come and go. Her naked body was cold and uncomfortable in front of him, her hair covering most parts of her body.
I trusted you, Korosu.
She heard his voice again, menacing but kind. Her black eyes turned to his, as she found what she was looking for. His mind was inside of hers, somehow he had managed to free himself of his world and come into hers. He smiled at her a little, advancing her way.
I need you, Korosu.
His arms reached around her then, pulling her close to him. He could feel her breasts against his arm, bare and cold. She sighed, her breathing rapid. She blushed a crimson red, her back against his chest. His head leaned down and rested on her shoulder, her hair brushing his face.
I want you, Korosu.



I noticed that this hasn't' been getting any reviews, but Cacia-san has been working hard to write this, so even though I said to R&R for this chapter, I'm just going to put it up anyway. Enjoy!!!!

-Daidouji-san