I know, I made kai a little bit more *evil* but this is an A/U fic so I'm
changing the personality a bit to match the setting. Ex: This is a much
crueler and harsher world so therefor a crueler and harsher Kai. The
setting is modern but overrun with bad stuff; Kinda like a modern medieval
land. Don't worry, I plan to make him a little bit lighter from now on.
Not too light because it'll be to cheesy. I plan on making a dark fic all
the way. There's just a lack of it now-a-days.]
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"You shouldn't have done that," I said dangerously, approaching her.
I wrapped my hand around the handle of the blade and watched her eyes squint until they were nothing but slits.
"I don't give a damn if you have that knife or not. I don't give a shit if I died either but I'm going to die fighting bastards like you!" she whispered, poison dripping from every syllable.
Those words were unexpected. I've never heard such hatred before. Thoughtfully, I lowered the blade. "Why do you even bother? If you don't even stand a chance?"
"So? Like I said; I don't give a fuck."
A shroud of silence covered the entire room. "Why do you even care?" she finally asked.
I didn't have an answer to her question. Why did I care? When did I suddenly care for my victims? What is so different about her? Her face features softened when I looked back at her. It was obvious that she had never heard anyone ask her those question before.
Before I even opened my mouth, the room shook violently. Pieces of the roof began to fall and a thick cloud of ashes quickly filled the room. "What the fuck!" I screamed. I heard a scream in surprised but nothing else came from the girl's voice.
More screams were heard throughout the building as I realized something was attacking the town. Looking through a newly made hole, I saw a small group of hooded figures on one of the rooftops laughing their heads off. In front of them were three bit beasts crushing buildings and killing people mercilessly. Drops of blood and ear shattering screams filled the air. Looks like some Dark Mares got bored.
I grumbled and quickly assembled my possessions. Those three losers would pay dearly for interrupting my fun. I have more then enough power to defeat them easily. Moving through the thick fog, I accidentally bumped into the girl. She was coughing violently and I noticed her eyes trying to look for any means of escape through the soot.
No way in hell am I going to let her go. I couldn't just leave without getting any satisfaction and since this place isn't exactly a comfortable place to do it in, I'll just find another. I took out the pouch with all of my bit beasts and picked out my most loyal: Dranzer, the mighty phoenix.
"Dranzer, come out and spread your wings." I murmured to the stone. It glowed red and orange as the image of the fire bird appeared before me. Stuffing the empty stone back into the pouch, I climbed on Dranzer's back and directed him to go towards the center of havoc. As we brushed by the frantic people, I roughly scooped up the girl in one arm and planted her behind me.
"If you don't want to die, hold on." I stated as Dranzer. The monsters outside didn't notice us as first. Who could blame them? They were enjoying themselves to the fullest. But their masters didn't ignore us. One of them pointed in our direction and their demeanor quickly changed. Each one of them barked orders to their creatures. Almost in a panic-like state. It surprised me that the DarkMares would suddenly pick me out. Must want to rob me of my bit beasts.
But how did they know I'll be here?
I didn't have a chance to pause at the question because the air was quickly being penetrated by large doses of blasts and whirlwinds. With my help, Dranzer dodged the attacks, though there were so pretty close calls. The adrenaline was amazing. Me and my faithful bird flew through the air, cutting through darkened clouds and daring to reach for the sun. But, as we took a sudden jerk to avoid a blast by mere inches, two hands grasp my waist. I had totally forgotten about the girl!
I took a backwards glance at her. Her eyes were closed tight while strands of her dark hair whipped her face. Her legs were practically dangling off of Dranzer. I guessed she never rode a giant bird before.
"Let go of me," I stated in a harsh tone. I didn't really mean it but I like my personal space. Even if she did have a chance of falling to her death, it was my territory.
She opened up her eyes but all I saw was the smallest indication of her eyes. But, instead of loosening her grip, she held on even tighter, nails digging into my skin. "First you tell me to hold on then you tell me to let go! Make up your mind!" she replied in a shaky sarcastic tone.
Unbelievable. Even from five hundred feet off the ground, she still defies me. I was on the borderline of forcing her off, sending her to a horrible death, when a quick flash blinded my eyesight. The girl's scream and Dranzer's screech confused me for a while. Then, as the blast subsided, I felt a deep stinge of pain on the left side of my body. I looked and moaned at the raw, smoking flesh on parts of my leg and most of my arm. Blood seeped through the thinly blackened tissue and the pink flesh underneath.
Dranzer immediately noted my pain and shot through the sky, taking me quickly away from the massacre. The girl finally loosened her grip and gasped at my injuries. She murmured something of worry but I was to busy forcing the pain out of my mind to listen.
We landed on the side of a nearby mountain with a canopy of tall trees to hide us. Dranzer gently laid me down and watched me attentively as I leaned upon an old birch tree. The girl stood silently from afar, watching me examining my wounds and flinching at the sore.
I leaned down and tore pieces of my own clothing to stop the bleeding but it quickly drowned in the flowing blood. I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the girl still standing there. Hello? Perfect time to escape?
"Well? Are you going to run or not? Or do you know how to run?" I snapped at her. She snapped out of her trance. I could still see Dranzer, with an expression of utmost concern. Taking the proper stone out with the workings of one arm, I quickly called him back.
The Phoenix did so rather out of obedience then longing. As I turned back to the spot where the girl was, there was no one to be found. Guess she followed my advice, I thought. For some unknown reason, I suddenly felt a distant stab of pain in my chest by this. I easily shook it off, though.
I tried to stop from bleeding and started to peel off the dead skin but sharp stabs of pain coursed through my body and I was unable to continue for long. Partly because I was fading into darkness. As time crept by, I felt my strength weakening, blood still spilling out of the wounds. I sagged below the tree and rested on the unharmed side of my body, eyesight diminishing. I finally gave in to my wounds and accepted the oncoming darkness.
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I awoke to the cold night winds blowing gently across my cheek. I couldn't feel anything except aches covering my entire body. I forced my eyes opened and looked over at my wounds. Miraculously, they were expertly covered in white bandages. I quickly sat up in alarm and looked at my surroundings. I was spread across a bed of pine needles and old leaves covered with a thin piece of a dirty cotton blanket. About five feet away from me was a small fire, with gentle puffs of smoke hovering above the flames. I practically screamed when I saw who was crossed from me.
"You!" I sputtered in disbelief.
The person I pointed to grinned slyly, eyes rolled up to the stars. Her black hair made her skin look paler then usual. The only bright thing about her was her eyes and the teeth that shone through her lips. I stared at her. There was something about her that didn't seem right. Then it hit me like a sack of rocks.
"Where did you get new clothes?" I demanded. She still grinned. Before, she wore only a plain loose white robe. Now, she wore a long dark skirt and a light shade of green on her blouse. Not only that, I noticed a velvet cloak that laid on a log beside her.
"Well, I didn't want to wear that stupid white robe so I went to the nearest town and bought this."
"Where did you get the money?!?" She remained silent. I remembered my money pouch and feverishly patted myself for it but found it missing. "You little thief! You stole my money!"
She looked defensive. "I didn't *steal* your money. I left for a little while but I didn't feel right leaving you alone so I came back and saw you dying on the floor near the tree. I didn't have any supplies to fix you up with so I took some of the coins and bought some things with."
"It shouldn't take my whole money pouch for a few grimy pieces of cloth."
"No." With a quick flick of her wrist, my familiar leather pouch landed on my injured leg. I winced and hoped that she didn't see me. Weighing it with my good hand, I found it about the same amount of coins.
I looked at her curiously. "Why did you come back? You could've escape and have gotten all of my money."
She shrugged. "Don't start feeling special. Even after what happened back at the tavern, you didn't have to take me with you. You could've left me to die instead with the rest of them. So, because that injury was partly my fault, I feel in debt with you so I have to stay and care for you."
"I don't need your help," I said coldly.
"Don't think I enjoy this either. You're a bastard but a bastard that saved me. As soon as you get better, I'm leaving and that's it. We're even and I'll never have to see your face ever again."
"What happens if I try to attack or kill you while you're sleeping?"
She laughed and pointed at the wounds. "You won't walk until at least a week and with those injuries, I'll hear your every movement. I'm a very light sleeper." She paused and suddenly looked threatening," But if you ever come close to me, I swear I'll hit you with this." She took out a large wooden stick. "I owe you my life, not any favors."
I chuckled. "Like that'll ever stop me-"
WHACK!
The force of the blow from the wood knocked me back on my back. Pain soared over my body as I tried not to show signs of weakness. "You bitch!" I hissed.
Still holding the weapon, she calmly walked back to her spot and sat down, staring amusingly at me. My need to jump up and kill that girl was beyond reasoning.
"That was just a warning shot," she answered almost gleefully.
"Bitch," I repeated under my breath.
"I'll appreciate it if you'll call me by my name," she replied nonchalantly.
"I don't even know it you idiot!"
"Its Celeste," she muttered and yawned. Brushing off some leaves, she laid down on a rock to her side. "What's yours?"
"None of your business."
Celeste shrugged. "Fine. I'll just call you bastard or jerk from now on." This time, her yawn was bigger and she laid down, nestling her head between her arms. I watched her, daring her to sleep in my presence. She probably expected me too because my gaze was returned by one of equal determination.
I finally laid down on my side, still staring at her. Seeing her eyelid drooping, I tried to move closer so I can concentrate on how badly I'll torture her when I reach a stick or something. Closing my eyes for a better imagery, I could feel my exhaustion creeping up on me. . .
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[Read and Review! You already did the Reading part so why not go all the way and finish what you started. =D. Sorry I haven't been updating that much but I had a lot of things in my mind. (EXAMS!) Plus the fact I'm so incredibly lazy.
Saying of the chapter: Man who stands on toilet, is high on pot. ( my friend told me this and I thought it was so hilarious I just had to type it down.)
To add flame, press purple button.]
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"You shouldn't have done that," I said dangerously, approaching her.
I wrapped my hand around the handle of the blade and watched her eyes squint until they were nothing but slits.
"I don't give a damn if you have that knife or not. I don't give a shit if I died either but I'm going to die fighting bastards like you!" she whispered, poison dripping from every syllable.
Those words were unexpected. I've never heard such hatred before. Thoughtfully, I lowered the blade. "Why do you even bother? If you don't even stand a chance?"
"So? Like I said; I don't give a fuck."
A shroud of silence covered the entire room. "Why do you even care?" she finally asked.
I didn't have an answer to her question. Why did I care? When did I suddenly care for my victims? What is so different about her? Her face features softened when I looked back at her. It was obvious that she had never heard anyone ask her those question before.
Before I even opened my mouth, the room shook violently. Pieces of the roof began to fall and a thick cloud of ashes quickly filled the room. "What the fuck!" I screamed. I heard a scream in surprised but nothing else came from the girl's voice.
More screams were heard throughout the building as I realized something was attacking the town. Looking through a newly made hole, I saw a small group of hooded figures on one of the rooftops laughing their heads off. In front of them were three bit beasts crushing buildings and killing people mercilessly. Drops of blood and ear shattering screams filled the air. Looks like some Dark Mares got bored.
I grumbled and quickly assembled my possessions. Those three losers would pay dearly for interrupting my fun. I have more then enough power to defeat them easily. Moving through the thick fog, I accidentally bumped into the girl. She was coughing violently and I noticed her eyes trying to look for any means of escape through the soot.
No way in hell am I going to let her go. I couldn't just leave without getting any satisfaction and since this place isn't exactly a comfortable place to do it in, I'll just find another. I took out the pouch with all of my bit beasts and picked out my most loyal: Dranzer, the mighty phoenix.
"Dranzer, come out and spread your wings." I murmured to the stone. It glowed red and orange as the image of the fire bird appeared before me. Stuffing the empty stone back into the pouch, I climbed on Dranzer's back and directed him to go towards the center of havoc. As we brushed by the frantic people, I roughly scooped up the girl in one arm and planted her behind me.
"If you don't want to die, hold on." I stated as Dranzer. The monsters outside didn't notice us as first. Who could blame them? They were enjoying themselves to the fullest. But their masters didn't ignore us. One of them pointed in our direction and their demeanor quickly changed. Each one of them barked orders to their creatures. Almost in a panic-like state. It surprised me that the DarkMares would suddenly pick me out. Must want to rob me of my bit beasts.
But how did they know I'll be here?
I didn't have a chance to pause at the question because the air was quickly being penetrated by large doses of blasts and whirlwinds. With my help, Dranzer dodged the attacks, though there were so pretty close calls. The adrenaline was amazing. Me and my faithful bird flew through the air, cutting through darkened clouds and daring to reach for the sun. But, as we took a sudden jerk to avoid a blast by mere inches, two hands grasp my waist. I had totally forgotten about the girl!
I took a backwards glance at her. Her eyes were closed tight while strands of her dark hair whipped her face. Her legs were practically dangling off of Dranzer. I guessed she never rode a giant bird before.
"Let go of me," I stated in a harsh tone. I didn't really mean it but I like my personal space. Even if she did have a chance of falling to her death, it was my territory.
She opened up her eyes but all I saw was the smallest indication of her eyes. But, instead of loosening her grip, she held on even tighter, nails digging into my skin. "First you tell me to hold on then you tell me to let go! Make up your mind!" she replied in a shaky sarcastic tone.
Unbelievable. Even from five hundred feet off the ground, she still defies me. I was on the borderline of forcing her off, sending her to a horrible death, when a quick flash blinded my eyesight. The girl's scream and Dranzer's screech confused me for a while. Then, as the blast subsided, I felt a deep stinge of pain on the left side of my body. I looked and moaned at the raw, smoking flesh on parts of my leg and most of my arm. Blood seeped through the thinly blackened tissue and the pink flesh underneath.
Dranzer immediately noted my pain and shot through the sky, taking me quickly away from the massacre. The girl finally loosened her grip and gasped at my injuries. She murmured something of worry but I was to busy forcing the pain out of my mind to listen.
We landed on the side of a nearby mountain with a canopy of tall trees to hide us. Dranzer gently laid me down and watched me attentively as I leaned upon an old birch tree. The girl stood silently from afar, watching me examining my wounds and flinching at the sore.
I leaned down and tore pieces of my own clothing to stop the bleeding but it quickly drowned in the flowing blood. I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the girl still standing there. Hello? Perfect time to escape?
"Well? Are you going to run or not? Or do you know how to run?" I snapped at her. She snapped out of her trance. I could still see Dranzer, with an expression of utmost concern. Taking the proper stone out with the workings of one arm, I quickly called him back.
The Phoenix did so rather out of obedience then longing. As I turned back to the spot where the girl was, there was no one to be found. Guess she followed my advice, I thought. For some unknown reason, I suddenly felt a distant stab of pain in my chest by this. I easily shook it off, though.
I tried to stop from bleeding and started to peel off the dead skin but sharp stabs of pain coursed through my body and I was unable to continue for long. Partly because I was fading into darkness. As time crept by, I felt my strength weakening, blood still spilling out of the wounds. I sagged below the tree and rested on the unharmed side of my body, eyesight diminishing. I finally gave in to my wounds and accepted the oncoming darkness.
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I awoke to the cold night winds blowing gently across my cheek. I couldn't feel anything except aches covering my entire body. I forced my eyes opened and looked over at my wounds. Miraculously, they were expertly covered in white bandages. I quickly sat up in alarm and looked at my surroundings. I was spread across a bed of pine needles and old leaves covered with a thin piece of a dirty cotton blanket. About five feet away from me was a small fire, with gentle puffs of smoke hovering above the flames. I practically screamed when I saw who was crossed from me.
"You!" I sputtered in disbelief.
The person I pointed to grinned slyly, eyes rolled up to the stars. Her black hair made her skin look paler then usual. The only bright thing about her was her eyes and the teeth that shone through her lips. I stared at her. There was something about her that didn't seem right. Then it hit me like a sack of rocks.
"Where did you get new clothes?" I demanded. She still grinned. Before, she wore only a plain loose white robe. Now, she wore a long dark skirt and a light shade of green on her blouse. Not only that, I noticed a velvet cloak that laid on a log beside her.
"Well, I didn't want to wear that stupid white robe so I went to the nearest town and bought this."
"Where did you get the money?!?" She remained silent. I remembered my money pouch and feverishly patted myself for it but found it missing. "You little thief! You stole my money!"
She looked defensive. "I didn't *steal* your money. I left for a little while but I didn't feel right leaving you alone so I came back and saw you dying on the floor near the tree. I didn't have any supplies to fix you up with so I took some of the coins and bought some things with."
"It shouldn't take my whole money pouch for a few grimy pieces of cloth."
"No." With a quick flick of her wrist, my familiar leather pouch landed on my injured leg. I winced and hoped that she didn't see me. Weighing it with my good hand, I found it about the same amount of coins.
I looked at her curiously. "Why did you come back? You could've escape and have gotten all of my money."
She shrugged. "Don't start feeling special. Even after what happened back at the tavern, you didn't have to take me with you. You could've left me to die instead with the rest of them. So, because that injury was partly my fault, I feel in debt with you so I have to stay and care for you."
"I don't need your help," I said coldly.
"Don't think I enjoy this either. You're a bastard but a bastard that saved me. As soon as you get better, I'm leaving and that's it. We're even and I'll never have to see your face ever again."
"What happens if I try to attack or kill you while you're sleeping?"
She laughed and pointed at the wounds. "You won't walk until at least a week and with those injuries, I'll hear your every movement. I'm a very light sleeper." She paused and suddenly looked threatening," But if you ever come close to me, I swear I'll hit you with this." She took out a large wooden stick. "I owe you my life, not any favors."
I chuckled. "Like that'll ever stop me-"
WHACK!
The force of the blow from the wood knocked me back on my back. Pain soared over my body as I tried not to show signs of weakness. "You bitch!" I hissed.
Still holding the weapon, she calmly walked back to her spot and sat down, staring amusingly at me. My need to jump up and kill that girl was beyond reasoning.
"That was just a warning shot," she answered almost gleefully.
"Bitch," I repeated under my breath.
"I'll appreciate it if you'll call me by my name," she replied nonchalantly.
"I don't even know it you idiot!"
"Its Celeste," she muttered and yawned. Brushing off some leaves, she laid down on a rock to her side. "What's yours?"
"None of your business."
Celeste shrugged. "Fine. I'll just call you bastard or jerk from now on." This time, her yawn was bigger and she laid down, nestling her head between her arms. I watched her, daring her to sleep in my presence. She probably expected me too because my gaze was returned by one of equal determination.
I finally laid down on my side, still staring at her. Seeing her eyelid drooping, I tried to move closer so I can concentrate on how badly I'll torture her when I reach a stick or something. Closing my eyes for a better imagery, I could feel my exhaustion creeping up on me. . .
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[Read and Review! You already did the Reading part so why not go all the way and finish what you started. =D. Sorry I haven't been updating that much but I had a lot of things in my mind. (EXAMS!) Plus the fact I'm so incredibly lazy.
Saying of the chapter: Man who stands on toilet, is high on pot. ( my friend told me this and I thought it was so hilarious I just had to type it down.)
To add flame, press purple button.]