Walking through the gymnasium doors, she discovered herself at the bottom
of the circling staircase, leading up to where she first started. Tilting
her head back to stare up into the darkness, she shook her head and
ascended the staircase, pulling up the front of her sparkling red dress to
avoid tripping. Whispers echoed their way inside her ears, whispers that
sounded like they were coming from a television screen, though they
featured Ken's soft voice. The voice she knew was his real voice, full of
warmth, hope, and understanding. "..Ken?" She froze in place, looking
around in attempts to find where they were coming from. "Ken! Ken, I'm
coming! Where are you?!" Calling out to him, the whispering became louder,
though making no sense. "Where are you!" Screaming into the darkness, she
ran forward and stopped at the first open doorway, looking through.
As if she were staring into a mirror, there was a reflection of her standing across in the doorway. The reflection that was smiling sweetly was wearing a tight shirt showing the tops of her breasts, a black-laced thong, knee-high boots, and fishnet stockings that ended beneath the curves of her butt. A black spiked hair band pulled her long silky lavender hair behind her ears, matching the solid black of her eyes and the spiked collar around her slender neck. Miyako gasped at the image that she saw, taking a step back as it moved forward. "What is this?"
The dark Miyako giggled, unwrapping black ribbon from around her wrist, staring seductively into the girls' eyes as she walked closer. Reaching out and sliding a sharpened fingernail along Miyako's chin, she tipped her head forward and kissed her on the lips, following it with a kiss. "Your fantasy, darling," she whispered, placing her lips against the others and sliding her tongue between her lips, french kissing her. Pulling her closer, the dark female slid her hands down the scientists curve, curling her fingers around her hips.
The images and feelings collided against her defense and Miyako was soon pulled into the kiss, moaning as the other woman touched her through her dress. She could see them in a series of flashes, together, kissing and licking, breathing hard as they touched and felt. The flashes swirled faster and faster, getting more detailed as each fled through her eyes, at each stroke of the other. Moaning, Miyako tilted her head back and felt hands move across her chest, caressing her skin with a pair of lips. Her breathing quickened and she grasped the girls' hair, pulling her towards her chest as nimble fingers pulled down the top of her dress. "Please.."
Lips found hers and they kissed, the ribbon of silk sliding around her neck and being tied up, as if she were claimed, collared, and ready to be delivered. The thoughts ruined her mood and Miyako opened her eyes wide, grabbing the mirror image by her shirt she threw her off the side of the staircase with a cry. Laughing cut through the air and died down, clapping from the other side of the wall Miyako faced followed a pair of footsteps. The antagonist leaned against the red metallic wall, offering her a smile while he clapped. "That was amusing," he grinned.
"I'm not going to be your puppet, Kaiser." Miyako glared at the boy, fixing her dress modestly as she stood tall, daring him to take a step closer. Confidence surrounded her; determination molded her emotions into a shield against his darkness. Watching him carefully, she moved ahead a pace, crossing her arms across her chest, managing to look smug. Challenging him already, she felt she could take on the world, which was what she was about to do; his world.
Immediately snarling at her, the Kaiser stormed towards her until the distance between them was enough to touch each other if they merely reached out a finger. His black eyes shifted color and glowed a menacing red, one action he knew made humans nervous. Red eyes represented evil, Satan, demonic, which was exactly what he was. A dark seed. "Don't resist me, Miyako. You're in my hell, with my rules. Searching for what? For Ken. Ken is dead, he gave himself up to me and I took over. There is nothing left of him and I assure you if there is, you won't find it." Sneering at her, he raised his fist and slapped her across the face, causing her to stumble back and nearly fall off the edge. He smiled at the feeling of her sorrow and sudden weakness. "You're pathetic."
"He's still here, hiding from you. Monster." Spitting on him, Miyako felt her cheek pulsing with the strike, pushing it away and ignoring it while glaring into his sinister eyes. "Without him, you wouldn't exist and you know that." Flaring her confidence, she could feel the light protecting her from his malice. Her attire rippled and returned to that of a white hospital garb, a loose unstained t-shirt and comfortable pants. Glowing with her mentality, she raised her chin at the representative demon. "I'll find him and you'll be locked away once again."
Snarling, the Kaiser launched himself into the air and spread his black wings, reaching out for her with an inhuman roar, the face of Ken twisted into rage. "I won't let you destroy my control!" He flew across at her, the darkness rising up behind him like a title wave, preparing to wash her out. "Get out!" His mouth spread showed the pointed fangs lining his gums, ready to tear her mind away from his the hard way.
Standing still, she watched as he sailed towards her, his black hair blown back from his face to expose the likeness he held to his puppet. Defiantly staring at him, she parted her legs and timed herself perfectly, pulling back her arm and swinging it against the bottom of his jaw. The bones connected and she was forced to duck as he went soaring over her head and the edge of the stairs, screaming in outrage at her. His howling soon faded and she breathed, a tremble running through her legs, she stumbled towards the wall and leaned against it for support. "That was for you, Ken.."
As if she were staring into a mirror, there was a reflection of her standing across in the doorway. The reflection that was smiling sweetly was wearing a tight shirt showing the tops of her breasts, a black-laced thong, knee-high boots, and fishnet stockings that ended beneath the curves of her butt. A black spiked hair band pulled her long silky lavender hair behind her ears, matching the solid black of her eyes and the spiked collar around her slender neck. Miyako gasped at the image that she saw, taking a step back as it moved forward. "What is this?"
The dark Miyako giggled, unwrapping black ribbon from around her wrist, staring seductively into the girls' eyes as she walked closer. Reaching out and sliding a sharpened fingernail along Miyako's chin, she tipped her head forward and kissed her on the lips, following it with a kiss. "Your fantasy, darling," she whispered, placing her lips against the others and sliding her tongue between her lips, french kissing her. Pulling her closer, the dark female slid her hands down the scientists curve, curling her fingers around her hips.
The images and feelings collided against her defense and Miyako was soon pulled into the kiss, moaning as the other woman touched her through her dress. She could see them in a series of flashes, together, kissing and licking, breathing hard as they touched and felt. The flashes swirled faster and faster, getting more detailed as each fled through her eyes, at each stroke of the other. Moaning, Miyako tilted her head back and felt hands move across her chest, caressing her skin with a pair of lips. Her breathing quickened and she grasped the girls' hair, pulling her towards her chest as nimble fingers pulled down the top of her dress. "Please.."
Lips found hers and they kissed, the ribbon of silk sliding around her neck and being tied up, as if she were claimed, collared, and ready to be delivered. The thoughts ruined her mood and Miyako opened her eyes wide, grabbing the mirror image by her shirt she threw her off the side of the staircase with a cry. Laughing cut through the air and died down, clapping from the other side of the wall Miyako faced followed a pair of footsteps. The antagonist leaned against the red metallic wall, offering her a smile while he clapped. "That was amusing," he grinned.
"I'm not going to be your puppet, Kaiser." Miyako glared at the boy, fixing her dress modestly as she stood tall, daring him to take a step closer. Confidence surrounded her; determination molded her emotions into a shield against his darkness. Watching him carefully, she moved ahead a pace, crossing her arms across her chest, managing to look smug. Challenging him already, she felt she could take on the world, which was what she was about to do; his world.
Immediately snarling at her, the Kaiser stormed towards her until the distance between them was enough to touch each other if they merely reached out a finger. His black eyes shifted color and glowed a menacing red, one action he knew made humans nervous. Red eyes represented evil, Satan, demonic, which was exactly what he was. A dark seed. "Don't resist me, Miyako. You're in my hell, with my rules. Searching for what? For Ken. Ken is dead, he gave himself up to me and I took over. There is nothing left of him and I assure you if there is, you won't find it." Sneering at her, he raised his fist and slapped her across the face, causing her to stumble back and nearly fall off the edge. He smiled at the feeling of her sorrow and sudden weakness. "You're pathetic."
"He's still here, hiding from you. Monster." Spitting on him, Miyako felt her cheek pulsing with the strike, pushing it away and ignoring it while glaring into his sinister eyes. "Without him, you wouldn't exist and you know that." Flaring her confidence, she could feel the light protecting her from his malice. Her attire rippled and returned to that of a white hospital garb, a loose unstained t-shirt and comfortable pants. Glowing with her mentality, she raised her chin at the representative demon. "I'll find him and you'll be locked away once again."
Snarling, the Kaiser launched himself into the air and spread his black wings, reaching out for her with an inhuman roar, the face of Ken twisted into rage. "I won't let you destroy my control!" He flew across at her, the darkness rising up behind him like a title wave, preparing to wash her out. "Get out!" His mouth spread showed the pointed fangs lining his gums, ready to tear her mind away from his the hard way.
Standing still, she watched as he sailed towards her, his black hair blown back from his face to expose the likeness he held to his puppet. Defiantly staring at him, she parted her legs and timed herself perfectly, pulling back her arm and swinging it against the bottom of his jaw. The bones connected and she was forced to duck as he went soaring over her head and the edge of the stairs, screaming in outrage at her. His howling soon faded and she breathed, a tremble running through her legs, she stumbled towards the wall and leaned against it for support. "That was for you, Ken.."