Chapter Seven
"This can't be," Hikari whispered. "How . . ."
The woman standing before her was a perfect replica, right down to the pink skirt and black knee-high boots.
"Let's have a nice chat, shall we?" The mirror image of Hikari taunted.
Hikari started to feel light-headed, and realized she was slowly being lifted into the air. She kicked her legs. "Put me down!" She exclaimed.
Taichi went to grab her ankle, but she zoomed out of reach. Soon, the two females were face-to-face, heads nearly touching the high ceiling. Hikari had to push the bile threatening to rise in her throat down as she stared at 'her,' who looked back at her with a malicious look.
"Are you the one who sent Raven after us?" Hikari asked weakly.
"Hai."
"Are you the one on the screen?"
"Hai."
"Are you . . . are you . . . the one in my dreams?"
"Hai. Hai, I wanted to kill you. I thought throwing you out the window that night would end your life for sure, but I was wrong. I guess you were stronger than I anticipated . . . but that was merely a slight miscalculation. Oh, well, it's no big deal. It'll be a lot more fun to kill you directly," her hazel eyes burned into Hikari's.
"Why do you look like me? Why do you want to KILL me?" Hikari protested, her heart pounding against her chest. She clenched her hands into tight fists to keep the woman from seeing how scared she really was, and gritted her teeth. The hues scanning her up and down-her own-were captivating. They beckoned to her, telling her to look into them. She refused with all her might, but felt her resolve weakening. Slowly, she lifted her head. Memories, not her own, yet they seemed so familiar-strangely familiar- flooded into her head. Now, she was looking through the eyes of another . . .
** A girl, petite, grasped the hilt of her sword defiantly. Her long chestnut hair was in disarray. Her breath came out in ragged pants as she wiped the stream of blood trailing into her green eyes away. Everything seemed to be veiled in crimson.
The woman who she was facing off against held her side in excruciating pain. "You bitch . . ."
"You're getting what you deserve, Aya," the short girl snapped. "Death."
Aya glared at Yuna, the girl with the sword, in obvious disgust. "If I die, you'll die with me." She straightened, and smoothed down her short blonde hair, her cool, calm, and collected attitude back.
Yuna didn't answer. She only looked wistfully at the man in the corner, the man gasping, blood seeping out from a hideous wound in his abdomen. "Yu- Yuna . . ." he whispered.
"Yukke, hold on!" She cried.
With an enraged shriek, Aya charged. Yuna was taken aback, but quickly regained her composure, and went after her archrival.
Swords clashed, blood was spilt, screams and grunts filled the air as the two skillful women went at it. Yukke watched, not really seeing, his eyes hollow.
Aya suddenly pulled out something else metallic, but Yuna didn't notice. Aya jabbed at Yuna with her sword, which she blocked, but as Yuna did so, Aya impaled her through the stomach with a dagger.
Yuna gasped, and staggered back. She looked at the crimson fluid streaming down her shirt, and then back up at Aya, who smiled giddily.
Yuna fell to the floor, holding her wound. Aya approached her, and pointed the tip of her sword at her neck. "It's time for you to say bye-bye, Yuna," Aya hissed, her eyes slits.
Aya got down next to her, the weapon positioned over Yuna, ready to cut her throat.
Yuna scoffed. 'Big mistake, Aya,' she thought. She grabbed the dagger's handle, and with an enraged yell, she stabbed right through the other woman . . . **
"What was that?" Hikari gasped, breathless from the events she had just witnessed.
"Why, dear woman, don't you even recognize yourself?" She flipped her hair nonchalantly over her shoulder, seemingly as relaxed as if she was picking up guys. "I'm disappointed in you, Yuna."
"Yuna?"
"Yes, Yuna. You killed me . . ."
"Then you must be . . ."
"Hai, I'm Aya."
"But that's not possible! If that Yuna girl killed you . . . how are you standing before me? And why in the world do you look exactly like me?!"
"Reincarnation. Savor the word. When I was reincarnated, I chose this body to inhabit. Then I learned that you got the same one," Aya snorted. "A pretty big goddamn mistake, no?"
"That's a lie!" Hikari yelled. "Why, Aya, do I not remember any of this?! You've got the wrong person!"
"Don't play me for a fool," Aya hissed, barring her teeth. Her eyes flashed.
"Okay, so maybe it is true," Hikari said, "but why did you bring my friend and my brother into this? Even if I am the reincarnation of this Yuna, you have NO right whatsoever to do that!"
"You never let me finish. You saw Yukke, right? Yukke . . ."
** "Yukke!"
Yukke turned around, interrupted from his stupor as he gazed at the stars hanging above his open balcony. "Yuna," he smiled, his tan face breaking into a grin.
Yuna stopped. "The skies are magnificent, aren't they?"
Yukke nodded, and the two began to admire the stellar show playing out before them quietly. Yukke wrapped his arm around Yuna's waist, holding her close. She leaned against his strong body, completely at ease. Neither noticed the blonde woman hiding behind a large pillar behind them, crystal tears frozen on her cheeks by the cold wind. **
"You loved him?"
"Of course, you idiot!" Aya snapped. "But you took him away from me! He has his eyes set on you, and only you! He was blind to not see . . . how could he not see how much I loved him?"
Hikari's head was spinning from all the new information being thrown at her. "But you killed him."
Aya's face slumped, and for a moment, she looked sad. "I didn't . . . the attack wasn't meant for him. I was so close . . . but he saw me . . . being the brave bastard he was, he leapt in front of his LOVE--" she spoke the word spitefully-"and saved you. But thankfully . . ." The cold exterior was back. "He's come back."
"Back?"
"Yes . . ."
"But as whom? Wh-oh, my God . . ." It hit Hikari like a train. "Takeru?!" She knew the answer from Aya's expression. "But you were attacking him! You said you wanted him dead!"
"Yes . . . I would kill him . . . but only so he would be ridded of trash such as you."
"That makes no sense!"
"Ah, you didn't hear me through. In killing him . . . I would kill myself, too!" She looked elated at the idea. "So you would starve to death in this place, while I would be back with my Yukke . . . united in death!"
TBC
A/N: I would like to send a HUGE thanks out to all of those who reviewed . . .
Karimon
Takeru's Lost Angel
Midori Kou
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Katmon915
Wolfie
Yoshia-Chan
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Lost-lil-gurl
Kari'sKat and FairyFlowerKitty
Takari fan
You guys are awesome! I really appreciate it! Until next time . . .
~Momiji-chan
"This can't be," Hikari whispered. "How . . ."
The woman standing before her was a perfect replica, right down to the pink skirt and black knee-high boots.
"Let's have a nice chat, shall we?" The mirror image of Hikari taunted.
Hikari started to feel light-headed, and realized she was slowly being lifted into the air. She kicked her legs. "Put me down!" She exclaimed.
Taichi went to grab her ankle, but she zoomed out of reach. Soon, the two females were face-to-face, heads nearly touching the high ceiling. Hikari had to push the bile threatening to rise in her throat down as she stared at 'her,' who looked back at her with a malicious look.
"Are you the one who sent Raven after us?" Hikari asked weakly.
"Hai."
"Are you the one on the screen?"
"Hai."
"Are you . . . are you . . . the one in my dreams?"
"Hai. Hai, I wanted to kill you. I thought throwing you out the window that night would end your life for sure, but I was wrong. I guess you were stronger than I anticipated . . . but that was merely a slight miscalculation. Oh, well, it's no big deal. It'll be a lot more fun to kill you directly," her hazel eyes burned into Hikari's.
"Why do you look like me? Why do you want to KILL me?" Hikari protested, her heart pounding against her chest. She clenched her hands into tight fists to keep the woman from seeing how scared she really was, and gritted her teeth. The hues scanning her up and down-her own-were captivating. They beckoned to her, telling her to look into them. She refused with all her might, but felt her resolve weakening. Slowly, she lifted her head. Memories, not her own, yet they seemed so familiar-strangely familiar- flooded into her head. Now, she was looking through the eyes of another . . .
** A girl, petite, grasped the hilt of her sword defiantly. Her long chestnut hair was in disarray. Her breath came out in ragged pants as she wiped the stream of blood trailing into her green eyes away. Everything seemed to be veiled in crimson.
The woman who she was facing off against held her side in excruciating pain. "You bitch . . ."
"You're getting what you deserve, Aya," the short girl snapped. "Death."
Aya glared at Yuna, the girl with the sword, in obvious disgust. "If I die, you'll die with me." She straightened, and smoothed down her short blonde hair, her cool, calm, and collected attitude back.
Yuna didn't answer. She only looked wistfully at the man in the corner, the man gasping, blood seeping out from a hideous wound in his abdomen. "Yu- Yuna . . ." he whispered.
"Yukke, hold on!" She cried.
With an enraged shriek, Aya charged. Yuna was taken aback, but quickly regained her composure, and went after her archrival.
Swords clashed, blood was spilt, screams and grunts filled the air as the two skillful women went at it. Yukke watched, not really seeing, his eyes hollow.
Aya suddenly pulled out something else metallic, but Yuna didn't notice. Aya jabbed at Yuna with her sword, which she blocked, but as Yuna did so, Aya impaled her through the stomach with a dagger.
Yuna gasped, and staggered back. She looked at the crimson fluid streaming down her shirt, and then back up at Aya, who smiled giddily.
Yuna fell to the floor, holding her wound. Aya approached her, and pointed the tip of her sword at her neck. "It's time for you to say bye-bye, Yuna," Aya hissed, her eyes slits.
Aya got down next to her, the weapon positioned over Yuna, ready to cut her throat.
Yuna scoffed. 'Big mistake, Aya,' she thought. She grabbed the dagger's handle, and with an enraged yell, she stabbed right through the other woman . . . **
"What was that?" Hikari gasped, breathless from the events she had just witnessed.
"Why, dear woman, don't you even recognize yourself?" She flipped her hair nonchalantly over her shoulder, seemingly as relaxed as if she was picking up guys. "I'm disappointed in you, Yuna."
"Yuna?"
"Yes, Yuna. You killed me . . ."
"Then you must be . . ."
"Hai, I'm Aya."
"But that's not possible! If that Yuna girl killed you . . . how are you standing before me? And why in the world do you look exactly like me?!"
"Reincarnation. Savor the word. When I was reincarnated, I chose this body to inhabit. Then I learned that you got the same one," Aya snorted. "A pretty big goddamn mistake, no?"
"That's a lie!" Hikari yelled. "Why, Aya, do I not remember any of this?! You've got the wrong person!"
"Don't play me for a fool," Aya hissed, barring her teeth. Her eyes flashed.
"Okay, so maybe it is true," Hikari said, "but why did you bring my friend and my brother into this? Even if I am the reincarnation of this Yuna, you have NO right whatsoever to do that!"
"You never let me finish. You saw Yukke, right? Yukke . . ."
** "Yukke!"
Yukke turned around, interrupted from his stupor as he gazed at the stars hanging above his open balcony. "Yuna," he smiled, his tan face breaking into a grin.
Yuna stopped. "The skies are magnificent, aren't they?"
Yukke nodded, and the two began to admire the stellar show playing out before them quietly. Yukke wrapped his arm around Yuna's waist, holding her close. She leaned against his strong body, completely at ease. Neither noticed the blonde woman hiding behind a large pillar behind them, crystal tears frozen on her cheeks by the cold wind. **
"You loved him?"
"Of course, you idiot!" Aya snapped. "But you took him away from me! He has his eyes set on you, and only you! He was blind to not see . . . how could he not see how much I loved him?"
Hikari's head was spinning from all the new information being thrown at her. "But you killed him."
Aya's face slumped, and for a moment, she looked sad. "I didn't . . . the attack wasn't meant for him. I was so close . . . but he saw me . . . being the brave bastard he was, he leapt in front of his LOVE--" she spoke the word spitefully-"and saved you. But thankfully . . ." The cold exterior was back. "He's come back."
"Back?"
"Yes . . ."
"But as whom? Wh-oh, my God . . ." It hit Hikari like a train. "Takeru?!" She knew the answer from Aya's expression. "But you were attacking him! You said you wanted him dead!"
"Yes . . . I would kill him . . . but only so he would be ridded of trash such as you."
"That makes no sense!"
"Ah, you didn't hear me through. In killing him . . . I would kill myself, too!" She looked elated at the idea. "So you would starve to death in this place, while I would be back with my Yukke . . . united in death!"
TBC
A/N: I would like to send a HUGE thanks out to all of those who reviewed . . .
Karimon
Takeru's Lost Angel
Midori Kou
JessyNick
Fanficfanatic940
Katmon915
Wolfie
Yoshia-Chan
Anime4eva
Lost-lil-gurl
Kari'sKat and FairyFlowerKitty
Takari fan
You guys are awesome! I really appreciate it! Until next time . . .
~Momiji-chan