After a few minutes, Miyako sighed and decided to take a look around the
empty neighborhood. Walking forward a few steps her shoes crushed blades of
grass beneath her feet as she cleared the roadway quietly. Her lips pressed
together while her auburn eyes scanned the area around the house she was
facing. The way the streets and houses were designed, this new place she
was in looked extremely different from the ones in Japan. Wondering where
she could be, she strolled casually up the steps of the house.
Music thumped from behind the door of the house suddenly. The clear windows began to vibrate as a strong beat slammed sound against the glass, threatening to break them with their force. A reactive jump surged through her by unsuspecting surprise and Miyako gave out a cry. Blinking a few times, her heart skipped uncontrollably within her chest, forcing her to catch her breath. Standing up straight, she closely observed the pounding windows and bravely clasped her slender fingers around the golden door handle. Turning it, she shoved the door open and stepped back when the sound blasted forth from the depths of the house.
Opening her eyes, she kept her ears covered and took a cautious step in. Listening to the music through the flesh of her hands, she couldn't recognize the type or even the words, though it sounded like rave. The inside of the house was mind boggling, she became confused at how it could look like the insides of a high school, then remembered this place didn't follow the rules. The music died down and she was free to uncover her ears, the noise was muffled as if it were shut behind a door.
Feeling a difference in her clothes, Miyako looked down to find herself in a sparkling red dress, a scarf made from the same material was wrapped around her shoulders as if she were a model. Gasping at the change, she raised her head and soft purple locks fell against her face. Her hair was silky and wavy, styled for a special night, which would explain the dress. Soon her setting and the clothes produced an explanation in her mind; Senior Prom or a school dance. She must have walked freely into a memory! The thought of seeing what happened to Ken made her heart pick up it's pace once again and she walked down the hallway lined with pale blue lockers.
Observing the school around her, she turned a corner and looked directly at where the music was being withheld; red metal doors shut tight seemed to hum with sound and voices echoed from behind their barrier. Her high heels clicked against the tiled floor as she quickly jogged down the hallway, eager to burst through the double doors and find Ken. Wide, anxious eyes kept staring ahead at the set of doors as they approached. A tear made it's way to the front of her right eye, she was so close; visions of Ken standing before her with a soft smile danced behind the backs of her eyes.
Bursting through the red doors, the sounds stopped abruptly upon her entrance. Breathing hard, she realized how long the hallway seemed to be as she ran down it seconds before. Shaking off the thought, she lifted her head to gaze out at an empty gymnasium, littered with streamers and balloons, appearing to be the leftovers of a school dance the janitors haven't cleaned up yet. Sad from knowing how close she was, Miyako sighed and slowly shook her head, blinking her eyes closed as they began to tear up. The image of a shadow sitting in the center of the stage flashed in her mind and she gasped, jerking her head up. "Ken?"
The figure sitting on stage remained silent, it's head bowed and remaining perfectly still. Miyako began to walk towards it, her red dress swaying around her legs quietly. Turning her head to a slight tilt, she stared curiously at who ever it was that was sitting on the stage, dressed in black with spiked hair, though she had an idea of who it was. Keeping her mouth shut firmly, she felt she could do nothing but keep a careful eye on the person she was walking to; as if they would disappear if she were to blink. Stopping a few feet away from it, she stood up tall and straight, her arms pressed down against her sides, fighting the urge to reach out to him.
"I'm not who you think I am." The voice was dark and sinister, exactly how she remembered it. Her jaw tightened as she drew in a slow breath, watching as the boy lifted his head. Two solid black eyes glared at her from beneath a mass of black spiked hair, making the pale coloring of his face stand out as if he were a ghost. Two demonic black wings protruded from his back, matching the long claws that extended from the tips of his long slim fingers. Though he looked seemingly different, the face structure was still the same. Kaiser; a representation of the dark seed embedded within the back of Ken's neck.
As she stared over his body, she could feel the hatred stir within herself, warming the air surrounding her. The image he chose suited him unquestionably and the cold smirk sent a shiver across her skin. A memory of Ken floated behind her eyes, of how he told her not to worry about the dark seed anymore, that if he believed in his dreams it would be subdued. What could have happened? What was so horrible that he felt the need to release this monster once again? She didn't think America could have such a cruel affect on Ken. "Why are you here? Where's Ken?" Her voice was strained as she croaked the questions at the dark child sitting on stage before her.
"So many questions. Poor clueless little girl." Giggling, he flashed a smile at her and confidently sat back on the wooden floor of the theater, his hands resting at his sides. Pitch black eyes focused directly on her unblinkingly, looking as menacing as the darkness invading the gymnasium. "Ken? Ken doesn't exist. I cast him out long ago." Turning his head to look at the walls, he had an aloof air surrounding him. "Ken Ichijouji, right? Oh dear. I'm afraid he did indeed step out," the Kaiser decked out in black nodded with a lazy smirk.
"Ken's still here. You're hiding him, now tell me where he is!" Stepping closer to the Kaiser, Miyako narrowed her eyes into a solid glare as she looked at him, attempting to keep her eyes away from his chest covered by a tight black shirt and matching leather pants. Thoughts of seduction began to assault her mind, littering her thoughts with sex. Images played at the back of her mind, her climbing up onto the stage, pushing him back while kissing him deeply; another of her on top of him, moaning as he licked and nibbled at the tender skin of her neck. She pressed her lips firmly together to keep herself from moaning and took a step back, where the thoughts and feelings dimmed.
The Kaiser grinned; thoughts of darkness and sin broke through her barriers when she was close to him, proving to be entertaining. Sitting up he leaned across to her, moving his face near, feeling their auras clash against each other; her defense was alerted and put up a good fight against him. "You won't last, Miyako." Sliding off the stage, he continued to grin while advancing, watching her take equal steps backwards. "The odds are against you. You're in my domain, unprotected, easy prey." He licked his lips, fading out without warning.
Miyako blinked and gasped seeing he was no longer in front of her. His laughs whispered against her ears and she abruptly felt herself pressing her back against the warmth of another body, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. Two naked arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her in, a tongue snaked its way across her neck and she moaned loudly. She could see herself with him, looking wild with her hair messed up and her face contorted in vicious pleasure. Her fingers raked across his bare back and he would bite her neck, pulling at her hair as they moved against each other ruthlessly. "..Stop," she breathed, his hands running across the front of her breasts, feeling through the material of her shirt.
A hard knee slammed into her back and she fell forward, slamming against the rough floor of the empty gymnasium. She wondered how this could all feel so real, knowing the realism was dangerous inside the mind of a vicious killer. Pulling her knees beneath her, she wrapped her arms around herself and clutched at her shoulders, a cry escaping her lips. "Why did you do it, Ken? How could you let this happen.." Feeling nothing but cold, she shook her head and stood up, knowing the Kaiser was gone for the time being. He would torture her in other ways besides physical contact.
Music thumped from behind the door of the house suddenly. The clear windows began to vibrate as a strong beat slammed sound against the glass, threatening to break them with their force. A reactive jump surged through her by unsuspecting surprise and Miyako gave out a cry. Blinking a few times, her heart skipped uncontrollably within her chest, forcing her to catch her breath. Standing up straight, she closely observed the pounding windows and bravely clasped her slender fingers around the golden door handle. Turning it, she shoved the door open and stepped back when the sound blasted forth from the depths of the house.
Opening her eyes, she kept her ears covered and took a cautious step in. Listening to the music through the flesh of her hands, she couldn't recognize the type or even the words, though it sounded like rave. The inside of the house was mind boggling, she became confused at how it could look like the insides of a high school, then remembered this place didn't follow the rules. The music died down and she was free to uncover her ears, the noise was muffled as if it were shut behind a door.
Feeling a difference in her clothes, Miyako looked down to find herself in a sparkling red dress, a scarf made from the same material was wrapped around her shoulders as if she were a model. Gasping at the change, she raised her head and soft purple locks fell against her face. Her hair was silky and wavy, styled for a special night, which would explain the dress. Soon her setting and the clothes produced an explanation in her mind; Senior Prom or a school dance. She must have walked freely into a memory! The thought of seeing what happened to Ken made her heart pick up it's pace once again and she walked down the hallway lined with pale blue lockers.
Observing the school around her, she turned a corner and looked directly at where the music was being withheld; red metal doors shut tight seemed to hum with sound and voices echoed from behind their barrier. Her high heels clicked against the tiled floor as she quickly jogged down the hallway, eager to burst through the double doors and find Ken. Wide, anxious eyes kept staring ahead at the set of doors as they approached. A tear made it's way to the front of her right eye, she was so close; visions of Ken standing before her with a soft smile danced behind the backs of her eyes.
Bursting through the red doors, the sounds stopped abruptly upon her entrance. Breathing hard, she realized how long the hallway seemed to be as she ran down it seconds before. Shaking off the thought, she lifted her head to gaze out at an empty gymnasium, littered with streamers and balloons, appearing to be the leftovers of a school dance the janitors haven't cleaned up yet. Sad from knowing how close she was, Miyako sighed and slowly shook her head, blinking her eyes closed as they began to tear up. The image of a shadow sitting in the center of the stage flashed in her mind and she gasped, jerking her head up. "Ken?"
The figure sitting on stage remained silent, it's head bowed and remaining perfectly still. Miyako began to walk towards it, her red dress swaying around her legs quietly. Turning her head to a slight tilt, she stared curiously at who ever it was that was sitting on the stage, dressed in black with spiked hair, though she had an idea of who it was. Keeping her mouth shut firmly, she felt she could do nothing but keep a careful eye on the person she was walking to; as if they would disappear if she were to blink. Stopping a few feet away from it, she stood up tall and straight, her arms pressed down against her sides, fighting the urge to reach out to him.
"I'm not who you think I am." The voice was dark and sinister, exactly how she remembered it. Her jaw tightened as she drew in a slow breath, watching as the boy lifted his head. Two solid black eyes glared at her from beneath a mass of black spiked hair, making the pale coloring of his face stand out as if he were a ghost. Two demonic black wings protruded from his back, matching the long claws that extended from the tips of his long slim fingers. Though he looked seemingly different, the face structure was still the same. Kaiser; a representation of the dark seed embedded within the back of Ken's neck.
As she stared over his body, she could feel the hatred stir within herself, warming the air surrounding her. The image he chose suited him unquestionably and the cold smirk sent a shiver across her skin. A memory of Ken floated behind her eyes, of how he told her not to worry about the dark seed anymore, that if he believed in his dreams it would be subdued. What could have happened? What was so horrible that he felt the need to release this monster once again? She didn't think America could have such a cruel affect on Ken. "Why are you here? Where's Ken?" Her voice was strained as she croaked the questions at the dark child sitting on stage before her.
"So many questions. Poor clueless little girl." Giggling, he flashed a smile at her and confidently sat back on the wooden floor of the theater, his hands resting at his sides. Pitch black eyes focused directly on her unblinkingly, looking as menacing as the darkness invading the gymnasium. "Ken? Ken doesn't exist. I cast him out long ago." Turning his head to look at the walls, he had an aloof air surrounding him. "Ken Ichijouji, right? Oh dear. I'm afraid he did indeed step out," the Kaiser decked out in black nodded with a lazy smirk.
"Ken's still here. You're hiding him, now tell me where he is!" Stepping closer to the Kaiser, Miyako narrowed her eyes into a solid glare as she looked at him, attempting to keep her eyes away from his chest covered by a tight black shirt and matching leather pants. Thoughts of seduction began to assault her mind, littering her thoughts with sex. Images played at the back of her mind, her climbing up onto the stage, pushing him back while kissing him deeply; another of her on top of him, moaning as he licked and nibbled at the tender skin of her neck. She pressed her lips firmly together to keep herself from moaning and took a step back, where the thoughts and feelings dimmed.
The Kaiser grinned; thoughts of darkness and sin broke through her barriers when she was close to him, proving to be entertaining. Sitting up he leaned across to her, moving his face near, feeling their auras clash against each other; her defense was alerted and put up a good fight against him. "You won't last, Miyako." Sliding off the stage, he continued to grin while advancing, watching her take equal steps backwards. "The odds are against you. You're in my domain, unprotected, easy prey." He licked his lips, fading out without warning.
Miyako blinked and gasped seeing he was no longer in front of her. His laughs whispered against her ears and she abruptly felt herself pressing her back against the warmth of another body, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. Two naked arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her in, a tongue snaked its way across her neck and she moaned loudly. She could see herself with him, looking wild with her hair messed up and her face contorted in vicious pleasure. Her fingers raked across his bare back and he would bite her neck, pulling at her hair as they moved against each other ruthlessly. "..Stop," she breathed, his hands running across the front of her breasts, feeling through the material of her shirt.
A hard knee slammed into her back and she fell forward, slamming against the rough floor of the empty gymnasium. She wondered how this could all feel so real, knowing the realism was dangerous inside the mind of a vicious killer. Pulling her knees beneath her, she wrapped her arms around herself and clutched at her shoulders, a cry escaping her lips. "Why did you do it, Ken? How could you let this happen.." Feeling nothing but cold, she shook her head and stood up, knowing the Kaiser was gone for the time being. He would torture her in other ways besides physical contact.