Naomi almost didn't wait for the ship to screech to a stop before she
hopped off. She almost ran past one of the assistant pilots, but he cleared
his throat, obviously wanting a tip. Naomi looked around before quickly
digging in her bra to pull out the credit that Fuse had thrown in there.
The pilot blushed quickly before shaking his head and saying, "Don't
bother." Naomi nodded quickly before dashing out of the port, ignoring the
various people in the streets. She didn't notice the pickbirds as they nose-
dived at her relentlessly, and she didn't care even as one scratched her
arm, making her bleed profusely. She forcefully opened the door to the
clinic, and her heart fell as she saw that the laughing skeleton was not
present in his usual seat. She ran in and pounded at the door, hoping that
it would open. Soon Naomi realized that the only thing that she was
succeeding in was chipping her fingernails and making her bleed more than
she already was. She slumped down beside the door and calmly sighed. She
had a feeling that Nusakan wouldn't take her back, even after she realized
how much she needed him. She needed all of her friends to take on Hell's
Lord, and put him away for good. Then she could move on with her life, and
live happily surrounded by friends. Naomi sat there for a while, until she
heard the door open behind her.
"A patient?" Naomi slowly turned around, looking at the Mystic doctor. He stood there in his usual attire, a grocery bag in his hands. Naomi nodded quietly as Nusakan sat the grocery bag down on the desk.
"What seems to be the problem?" asked Nusakan as he held her bleeding fingers in his hand. He looked at the door, then at her fingers again, smiling gently. He pulled out an orange scarf from the brown vest hidden under his coat and dabbed at her fingers with it.
"I made an ass out of myself, doctor," bluntly stated Naomi, "And I'm sorry." Nusakan continued to her arm wound, trying to make the bleeding stop.
"You came here to tell me that?" Nusakan blinked as he pushed his glasses up onto his nose. Naomi's turquoise eyes wavered, and she tried to blink away tears.
"I need you, doctor," explained Naomi, "I can't do this without you." Nusakan wrapped his kerchief up and wiped the tears away from her cheeks with it like a father would.
"Are you going to Hell?" he asked calmly. Naomi nodded as Nusakan held the soiled kerchief to his lips, letting her blood tingle on his Mystic lips.
"Alright, I will go with you," said Nusakan. Naomi smiled gently at the doctor before she threw her arms around his neck. Nusakan blushed slightly before he pushed his glasses up onto his nose again.
"I'm so happy I could just kiss you!" giggled Naomi. Nusakan blushed even more before he pushed the human away, picked up his grocery bag and pulled the laughing skeleton out of it.
"Skelly is always good for a laugh, wouldn't you say?" asked Nusakan as he sat 'Skelly' down on his usual chair. Naomi smirked at Nusakan's bashfulness before she walked towards the door.
"Let's go then, to Hell."
*************** Rouge expertly clambered down the statues of the three goddesses, with Cotton, Fuse, Naomi, and Nusakan crawling down behind him. Naomi looked around, the gray surrounding seemingly familiar. Rouge gestured for them to follow, and they did. Though the area lacked the dead bodies, shadows and silhouettes of bodies lay on the ground that the band walked on. Rouge led them through the waste and started to walk into a back area, but he stopped when he saw Naomi staring at a lit room.
"What's in there?" she asked quietly.
"Just a poem about goddesses," explained Rouge. Naomi walked in, and the others did not follow her. A small brown pedestal sat in the middle of a brick room, seemingly untouched. Naomi bent down to read the poem, and when she looked back up she saw that she was not alone. Three maidens with blue skin and white hair stood before the shocked human. They were nude, save their flowing tresses of locks, but all of the attributes necessary to be of the female race were not there, and even if they were, the radiance of their presence would outshine any modesty.
"Who are you?" asked Naomi, though in her heart, she already knew their answers.
"Magic." "Compassion." "Intelligence. What do you want with us, Seal Breaker?"
"To answer your question, I'm not sure myself," said Naomi as the goddesses looked her over.
"You want to go back to Hell," hissed Intelligence.
"Quiet, Intelligence, she can't help that she loves our Brother," sighed Compassion.
"I can't say that I. wait, your brother?"
"Hell's Lord," explained Compassion, "In response to the Rings creating Hell, the Magic Kingdom."
"What rings?!" Naomi cut off Compassion. Intelligence responded by saying, "The first being who gathered all of the evil Rings was a Mystic. A Mystic who, even though was great in power, feared death. So, he decided to wish for a Heaven, so that when he finally vanished, he could go to Heaven."
"But the rings were evil," shuddered Compassion, "So they created Hell instead, and a Lord for it. The Jigoku no Kimi."
"In retaliation, the people of the Magic Kingdom decided to create the three of us," said Intelligence, "So, Hell's Lord is technically our brother, for we were all born of the same dark seed."
"I don't love him!" snapped Naomi. Compassion smiled sympathetically at Naomi before whispering, "You don't remember, do you?"
"There is nothing for me to remember!" screamed Naomi, "I may have let him out, but there is no way I could love such a disgusting creature."
"Maybe you should go to Hell," muttered Intelligence, "So that you could stop trying to glorify your humiliating past."
"Maybe I should," said Naomi, "To prove the three of you wrong."
"Then our silent sister will aid thee," said Compassion, "Magic." The one called Magic held a small orb in her hands, the Gate magic.
"Use this to get inside Hell," said Intelligence, "But be warned, once inside the only way you could escape would be to either use Space Magic, or get someone to unseal Hell just long enough so that you could escape. Pray to us to hurry up the resealing process." Naomi nodded, and was gone.
"Hey, Naomi, where'd you run off to. what the?!" Fuse blinked as he walked into an empty room.
"She's gone," said Rouge as he walked in behind Fuse.
"WHERE?!" exclaimed Fuse in response.
"To Hell."
"A patient?" Naomi slowly turned around, looking at the Mystic doctor. He stood there in his usual attire, a grocery bag in his hands. Naomi nodded quietly as Nusakan sat the grocery bag down on the desk.
"What seems to be the problem?" asked Nusakan as he held her bleeding fingers in his hand. He looked at the door, then at her fingers again, smiling gently. He pulled out an orange scarf from the brown vest hidden under his coat and dabbed at her fingers with it.
"I made an ass out of myself, doctor," bluntly stated Naomi, "And I'm sorry." Nusakan continued to her arm wound, trying to make the bleeding stop.
"You came here to tell me that?" Nusakan blinked as he pushed his glasses up onto his nose. Naomi's turquoise eyes wavered, and she tried to blink away tears.
"I need you, doctor," explained Naomi, "I can't do this without you." Nusakan wrapped his kerchief up and wiped the tears away from her cheeks with it like a father would.
"Are you going to Hell?" he asked calmly. Naomi nodded as Nusakan held the soiled kerchief to his lips, letting her blood tingle on his Mystic lips.
"Alright, I will go with you," said Nusakan. Naomi smiled gently at the doctor before she threw her arms around his neck. Nusakan blushed slightly before he pushed his glasses up onto his nose again.
"I'm so happy I could just kiss you!" giggled Naomi. Nusakan blushed even more before he pushed the human away, picked up his grocery bag and pulled the laughing skeleton out of it.
"Skelly is always good for a laugh, wouldn't you say?" asked Nusakan as he sat 'Skelly' down on his usual chair. Naomi smirked at Nusakan's bashfulness before she walked towards the door.
"Let's go then, to Hell."
*************** Rouge expertly clambered down the statues of the three goddesses, with Cotton, Fuse, Naomi, and Nusakan crawling down behind him. Naomi looked around, the gray surrounding seemingly familiar. Rouge gestured for them to follow, and they did. Though the area lacked the dead bodies, shadows and silhouettes of bodies lay on the ground that the band walked on. Rouge led them through the waste and started to walk into a back area, but he stopped when he saw Naomi staring at a lit room.
"What's in there?" she asked quietly.
"Just a poem about goddesses," explained Rouge. Naomi walked in, and the others did not follow her. A small brown pedestal sat in the middle of a brick room, seemingly untouched. Naomi bent down to read the poem, and when she looked back up she saw that she was not alone. Three maidens with blue skin and white hair stood before the shocked human. They were nude, save their flowing tresses of locks, but all of the attributes necessary to be of the female race were not there, and even if they were, the radiance of their presence would outshine any modesty.
"Who are you?" asked Naomi, though in her heart, she already knew their answers.
"Magic." "Compassion." "Intelligence. What do you want with us, Seal Breaker?"
"To answer your question, I'm not sure myself," said Naomi as the goddesses looked her over.
"You want to go back to Hell," hissed Intelligence.
"Quiet, Intelligence, she can't help that she loves our Brother," sighed Compassion.
"I can't say that I. wait, your brother?"
"Hell's Lord," explained Compassion, "In response to the Rings creating Hell, the Magic Kingdom."
"What rings?!" Naomi cut off Compassion. Intelligence responded by saying, "The first being who gathered all of the evil Rings was a Mystic. A Mystic who, even though was great in power, feared death. So, he decided to wish for a Heaven, so that when he finally vanished, he could go to Heaven."
"But the rings were evil," shuddered Compassion, "So they created Hell instead, and a Lord for it. The Jigoku no Kimi."
"In retaliation, the people of the Magic Kingdom decided to create the three of us," said Intelligence, "So, Hell's Lord is technically our brother, for we were all born of the same dark seed."
"I don't love him!" snapped Naomi. Compassion smiled sympathetically at Naomi before whispering, "You don't remember, do you?"
"There is nothing for me to remember!" screamed Naomi, "I may have let him out, but there is no way I could love such a disgusting creature."
"Maybe you should go to Hell," muttered Intelligence, "So that you could stop trying to glorify your humiliating past."
"Maybe I should," said Naomi, "To prove the three of you wrong."
"Then our silent sister will aid thee," said Compassion, "Magic." The one called Magic held a small orb in her hands, the Gate magic.
"Use this to get inside Hell," said Intelligence, "But be warned, once inside the only way you could escape would be to either use Space Magic, or get someone to unseal Hell just long enough so that you could escape. Pray to us to hurry up the resealing process." Naomi nodded, and was gone.
"Hey, Naomi, where'd you run off to. what the?!" Fuse blinked as he walked into an empty room.
"She's gone," said Rouge as he walked in behind Fuse.
"WHERE?!" exclaimed Fuse in response.
"To Hell."