Korr: Oh dear...I seem to really be botching this one, hm? Gwah. Don't
worry folks, the pain will be over soon. I think. X_x; And, could you
review? Like, I know it's horrible and all that, probably not even worth
it, but I'd like to know your opinion.
She found herself inside a dark room, the only light coming from the ground floor of wherever she was. Blinking her light auburn eyes against the light she squinted towards the brightly lit figure seeming to float in the center of the beam. His hands were tied to a large cross, raw skin rubbed away around the thin wires. Nails were driven through the hands, streams of blood dripping onto the floor from his palms. Stripped of all clothing except for bloody cloth wrapped across his chest and waist, hanging down by his legs hiding his feet, a boy she could only guess was Ken hung like a doll.
Her feet launched into a run and she cried out to him, "KEN!" Thrusting out her hand she saw no movement from the child, the one she used to know. Hair hung down to hide his face in shadows, the same color of indigo she remembered. Close enough to touch him, Miyako stopped and looked up at the boy that appeared to be a strung corpse. Tears ran down her cheeks as she approached him quietly, though the cross floated a few feet from her reach. "Ken...I found you. Please wake up, I'm here to take you home." Sniffing back tears, she kept her hand reaching for him. "Come on Ken..."
"Why did you come for me?" His lips didn't move as he asked the question though his voice echoed all around her. Keeping his head hanging at the awkward angle it was, silence took over and stretched between them while he awaited an answer. The cloth that was tied around him drifted back and forth as if there was a breeze, adding to the dramatic effect. As blood merely dripped across his skin to form pools of blood on the floor beneath them, nothing moved. An image of how he saw himself, either created in his own mind or with help from the Kaiser.
"...Because, Ken. I want to help you. Together we can defeat the Kaiser, your nightmare, your fears. Remember how you did it once before..? Remember.." Walking closer to him, she stayed along the outside of the beam of light, something didn't feel right about it, as if it were his cage. Helpless to look up at him, more tears flooded from her eyes across her cheeks to commit suicide on the floor, mixing with the blood. "You-"
"That was a long time ago. You can't help me anymore." He cut her off, his voice was level and hard.
"But, I can. The Kaiser isn't you, Ken. I thought you-"
"I AM the Kaiser!" Like a lions roar he raised his head and looked at her for once with piercing violet eyes, changing over to a pair of smoldering demonic red jewels. His hair turned pitch black and raised taking on the form of spikes. Smooth pale skin turned a dim gray while claws extended from his fingertips and toes. As the white material transformed into the ripped black t-shirt and black leather pants along with decorating spikes around his wrists and neck, wings sprouted from his back soundlessly and smashed apart the cross he was tied too. Ears pointed and earrings grew from the edges, small silver cuffs with an upside down black cross hanging from it. When the transformation was complete he remained in the air with black dragon wings outstretched, watching her with a sadistic smirk at her pathetic surprise. "...Final battle, bitch."
Narrowing her eyes at how she's been tricked one to any times, Miyako glared at the Kaiser, though now she knew it was really Ken. Keeping that important fact in the back of her mind, she drew in a breath and crouched slightly. "Ken Ichijouji, you stop this right now!" Holding out her hands she began to concentrate on creating a form of weapon, though she knew nothing of them. Remembering a game a friend once played back when they were kids, she pictured in behind her eyes and watching as it began to form. "You want to be a demon...Fine. I'll be something else."
Watching a pair of white wings sprout from her back and grow until they were twice her size, the Kaiser pulled back his head and laughed. "Please, Miyako. Now you're getting childish." His mouth full of fangs glittered to her in a challenging smile as he drifted, waiting. Raising his arm he motioned for her to start the first attack. "Come on you dirty little whore. See if you can take me in my own mind." Grinning devilishly, he began to chuckle sardonically.
"Well, look who's talking, Kaiser. You're the parasite that feeds off the minds of humans, twisting them in pain until they give up and surrender. You're worse than an insect." Smirking, Miyako pushed herself into the air until she was level with him. Holding in her hand was a silver sword that was as long as her arm, bright flames flickered and danced across the blade. "I'll free Ken of your grasp..."
Korr: Aha ha, I've been watching too much X..._; But. This is one of the last chapters, overly dramatic I know, but hey, as long as the author has fun, who cares. -Smirks and prepares the final.-
She found herself inside a dark room, the only light coming from the ground floor of wherever she was. Blinking her light auburn eyes against the light she squinted towards the brightly lit figure seeming to float in the center of the beam. His hands were tied to a large cross, raw skin rubbed away around the thin wires. Nails were driven through the hands, streams of blood dripping onto the floor from his palms. Stripped of all clothing except for bloody cloth wrapped across his chest and waist, hanging down by his legs hiding his feet, a boy she could only guess was Ken hung like a doll.
Her feet launched into a run and she cried out to him, "KEN!" Thrusting out her hand she saw no movement from the child, the one she used to know. Hair hung down to hide his face in shadows, the same color of indigo she remembered. Close enough to touch him, Miyako stopped and looked up at the boy that appeared to be a strung corpse. Tears ran down her cheeks as she approached him quietly, though the cross floated a few feet from her reach. "Ken...I found you. Please wake up, I'm here to take you home." Sniffing back tears, she kept her hand reaching for him. "Come on Ken..."
"Why did you come for me?" His lips didn't move as he asked the question though his voice echoed all around her. Keeping his head hanging at the awkward angle it was, silence took over and stretched between them while he awaited an answer. The cloth that was tied around him drifted back and forth as if there was a breeze, adding to the dramatic effect. As blood merely dripped across his skin to form pools of blood on the floor beneath them, nothing moved. An image of how he saw himself, either created in his own mind or with help from the Kaiser.
"...Because, Ken. I want to help you. Together we can defeat the Kaiser, your nightmare, your fears. Remember how you did it once before..? Remember.." Walking closer to him, she stayed along the outside of the beam of light, something didn't feel right about it, as if it were his cage. Helpless to look up at him, more tears flooded from her eyes across her cheeks to commit suicide on the floor, mixing with the blood. "You-"
"That was a long time ago. You can't help me anymore." He cut her off, his voice was level and hard.
"But, I can. The Kaiser isn't you, Ken. I thought you-"
"I AM the Kaiser!" Like a lions roar he raised his head and looked at her for once with piercing violet eyes, changing over to a pair of smoldering demonic red jewels. His hair turned pitch black and raised taking on the form of spikes. Smooth pale skin turned a dim gray while claws extended from his fingertips and toes. As the white material transformed into the ripped black t-shirt and black leather pants along with decorating spikes around his wrists and neck, wings sprouted from his back soundlessly and smashed apart the cross he was tied too. Ears pointed and earrings grew from the edges, small silver cuffs with an upside down black cross hanging from it. When the transformation was complete he remained in the air with black dragon wings outstretched, watching her with a sadistic smirk at her pathetic surprise. "...Final battle, bitch."
Narrowing her eyes at how she's been tricked one to any times, Miyako glared at the Kaiser, though now she knew it was really Ken. Keeping that important fact in the back of her mind, she drew in a breath and crouched slightly. "Ken Ichijouji, you stop this right now!" Holding out her hands she began to concentrate on creating a form of weapon, though she knew nothing of them. Remembering a game a friend once played back when they were kids, she pictured in behind her eyes and watching as it began to form. "You want to be a demon...Fine. I'll be something else."
Watching a pair of white wings sprout from her back and grow until they were twice her size, the Kaiser pulled back his head and laughed. "Please, Miyako. Now you're getting childish." His mouth full of fangs glittered to her in a challenging smile as he drifted, waiting. Raising his arm he motioned for her to start the first attack. "Come on you dirty little whore. See if you can take me in my own mind." Grinning devilishly, he began to chuckle sardonically.
"Well, look who's talking, Kaiser. You're the parasite that feeds off the minds of humans, twisting them in pain until they give up and surrender. You're worse than an insect." Smirking, Miyako pushed herself into the air until she was level with him. Holding in her hand was a silver sword that was as long as her arm, bright flames flickered and danced across the blade. "I'll free Ken of your grasp..."
Korr: Aha ha, I've been watching too much X..._; But. This is one of the last chapters, overly dramatic I know, but hey, as long as the author has fun, who cares. -Smirks and prepares the final.-