HI! Omg I havn't updated. I took a break from writing for the summer (lifeguard job takes alot of time) and due to my family visiting from Israel for 2 months. So now they are all gone and I can write again! I'm going to try to write a little bit smaller chapters like this one so that I can update sooner. (Spell check takes so much time lol)
Disclaimer: um.. yes.. oh huh
Chapter 6
The air twisted in knots as it encircled the stale air of the midnight air. The early cherry blossoms strolled through the air, flapping thought it's silk like skin as it ripped through the air towards a moonlight sky. The air was quiet. No sound was heard as the stars twinkled dullingly. The streets lights in the distance flickered dimly through the musk of the humid air. The air, non-fresh, smelled like dieing flesh. Of flesh those hours ago held a beating heart.
Her feet were sore. She had settled on top of her house. The shingles ripping on her skin, feeling the harshness of the cold sharp material on her bare legs, feeling the pain, the loss that ripped across her body. Her white blouse flickered in the air, letting a little bit of light from the streets caress her body. Her eyes were hidden with the twirling of blond curls, which rolled in the air.
Her eye felt nothing, no tears, no sobs, nothing. He was nothing to her, she wasn't her Serge. He was but a shadow of her Serge, a shadow, which lived in, a parallel universe that already started to draw away from her world, her reality….
Her life that she wanted badly.
She shifted from her seated position, feeling the towel that she held dear twirled around her bare legs. At the moment she didn't care if the tower didn't conceal her nudity. No towel could conceal her guilt. The guilt of knowing that her employer, a different Serge lost his life due to her…
"No… due to…Schala…"
The name rolled off her tongue so naturally. The name that she tried to hide from her mind and yet proudly showcase it to the world in her paper work. Her curl of blond hair, a body of a goddess, a mind of a thief, the wisdom of a princess, and the thoughts of a killer, all wrapped around a dagger which ripped through the heart of Serge.
"Kidd Schala Zeal killed Serge…"
Kid jumped off of the roof, feeling the shingles scratch her inner thighs but not really caring much other then a peer towards the wounds. As she swirled in the air. Her towel flapped and twirled in knots, flying through the air like a bird before being caught by Kid. Skillfully like the times she did when having harsh conditions on thief missions she twirled it around her waist. Softly her feet made contact with the sweet grass of the garden. She could feel the blades of grass touch her sols of her feet.
"No, it wasn't Kid Schala Zeal who killed him… it was Schala Kid Zeal." Kids mind roared in anger, exploding the nerves within her body. Kid opened the porch door and climbed into the house that she couldn't call home. No money, no missions, no food. She had nothing to live with and nothing to hold her back. She had to leave. As she let the towel slip from her hips her mind roared with unanswerable questions.
"Schala.. Princess Schala… the girl which she mirrored, which she was a part of. The girl who had the power to help the dimensions after the battle with Lavos. The girl who separated her from Serge. Why did she kill him? Why did she use the part of her, which I gave her when we saved her? The part that could kill without thought. Kill with techniques and precision. Why did she use it on him? Why6 cause more pain? Why end an innocent life?"
Kid slammed her fists on her dresser, feeling the knuckled break under the pressure. "Why did you separate me and Serge? Why did you wipe out that specific memory from me? Why…"
"Why are you hurting me?"
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Kid walked back onto the streets. The wind picked up to send a storm of cherry blossoms, which swirled in the morning sky. Her hair, tighten in her traditional Kidd fashion wiped around behind her back. Her red outfit glissoned in the morning rays. She had called for a dozen roses to be sent to the funeral home. She named the card using her second name. Schala to avoid recognition. She was off. This part of her life she was moving on from. As she ran she had convinced herself that their was nothing left in this dimension for her to stay for. Her journey had to continue. The pain of seeing Serge die, and Schala still serge pain within her heart. She felt betrayed, confused and weak. She wanted to confront Schala. Ask so many questions, why? All this?
Kid continued to let the wind whipped through her body. The air was cold and crisp as the morning rays glissoned through the violent haze that surrounded the ground. Kid wanted to see Schala. To confront her own fears about this ethyl beauty that captured her heart and protected it from her. Stealing people she most cared for and acting like a murder. She so wanted revenge and yet she couldn't. How could she kill him, How could she forgive this act or explain it. It still tugged at her heart, urging her to find the truth. To find Schala; was this a personal attack? Why did she hate her? Did she hate her or did she hate Serge?
"Dammit! Schala I hate you dammit!" Kid stopped, feeling her heart beat quickening. She slammed her hand on a tree trunk. She felt the cold ruff texture on her smooth gloves. Her feelings of innocence, loneliness, hatred, and loss of identity came flooding back. She had to loss everything, including her ego, and identity, for a reason that only Schala knew.
"I can't do anything till you show up… nothing.." kid whispered curses but to the trained ear, they sounded like pleas. Pleas of a girl who had so little, but wanted the impossible.
Kid looked back up. Her bangs softly caressed her face. Her time was up. Staying any longer might cause danger to the people around her, dangers from Schala. Kid held close to her bosom, her precious egg. It would carry her off to a new dimension, and a new chance to find her Serge. As she walked she could still feel the emotional baggage of Serge's death. If she was a girl who cried she would weep, but she wasn't. That would haunt her for the rest of her life, to not feel the release of her emotions.
Kid talked till she reached the entrance of the forest passage. The passage that wound around the curbed which harbored the distorted rip through the dimensions. The ripped, when used with her egg, would transport her to a new dimension. Without another thought she walked into the forest. The forest had not changed since she was last here. Since she first entered this dimension. The plants opened like before, and their sweet scent cascaded through the air like it once did.
Kid disappeared into the blank depths of the underbrush, never to be seen by the inhabitants of this dimension.
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Kid's form disappeared through the underbrush, out of her sight. She sighed a heavy sigh. Slowly she lifted her hands from their relaxed matter from her cheeks. Her blond hair waved in the wind, sparkling through the rays of sunlight. Schala listened at the untouched sounds of nature, natural nature untouched by Lavos.
"I miss the sounds of birds.." Schala realized as she looked ahead of herself. Her expression turned a bitter sadness, which crept from her eyelids. Slowly she lifted her prefect legs to her chest as she peered up towards the morning sky.
"I'm sorry… but I have no regret…"
To be continued.
Here it was. I hope you enjoyed it J I hope I still kept the same feel of the story like the other ch. Anyway I'll update soon.
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