Chapter 6
The inspiration squirrel helped me, compliments to Mirai. ^_^
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING.
The Dragon Chapter 6: Aah, the things you learn from Gypsy Women ~*~*~*~*~*~*
(Flashback)
About 2 years ago, when BD/Amori were still one. . .
"You'll never catch me!" she shrieked, racing through Makai at top speed. Her pursuer was a strong demon, A-class at least, and he was gaining on her.
She leapt over a bush, losing her balance on the slippery forest floor. He caught up with her. "Now I got you," he taunted, using his spirit energy as a bind to hold her paralyzed in place.
"You won't get me!" she squirmed defiantly in his grip, but it was useless.
He took her to an abandoned building and laid her on a cold stone table, strapping her down with chains. "Don't move, now. Let's see, what organs should we take first, hmm?" he smiled evilly at her.
A look of fear clouded her eyes and he laughed at her. "Don't be afraid. It only hurts for the first hour or so."
She shivered in fear and a few tears streaked her face. "I hate you," she mouthed, unable to speak.
He leaned over her with a rusty old knife. "I think the brain will have to go first," he said. He used the tip of the knife to gouge a hole in her forehead. It was a small, almond-shaped cut. She writhed in pain, tugging helplessly against her restraints.
Suddenly, without warning, a vast amount of spirit energy emerged from the small hole in her forehead, flooding the room with an eerie blue glow. The demon leapt backwards, half in surprise, and half in fear. The blue light erupted into a huge explosion, causing the entire building to go up in flames. The demon perished in the smoke and ash, but the bluish light shielded her from the blow.
Sliding down from the table and dripping blood, she ran for an exit, guided by her own spirit energy. It seemed to have taken on a form of it's own.
After she had escaped, she ran. She ran as far and as fast as she could. Eventually, a combination of fatigue and fear caused her to stop and rest. Shortly after a bluish aura surrounded her body from seemingly nowhere.
"What is this. . .?!" she jumped up from her spot on the ground, swinging her arms at the blue haze. It didn't go away. Instead, it seemed to close in on her, and then she could feel it, slowly sucking into the hole in her forehead. She stood still for this, her eyes wide.
"What do you want from me. . .?" she asked, not expecting it to answer. To her surprise, she heard a voice inside her head say, I am the embodiment of your spirit energy. I do not have a body, so I shall reside in your mind.
She stood there a minute, shocked, until it spoke again. Hello? Are you listening to me, dimwit?!
"Uh, yea, but. . . this is a little far-fetched, don't you think? Look at me! I'm talking to myself!" Amori cried, throwing her arms up in disbelief.
Get over it. You're talking to your spirit energy. If I weren't so body- less I'd kick your ass. It said angrily.
"What?!?" she stepped back, startled. "Me? What for?! You're MY spirit energy, remember?!"
I'd kick your ass for being such a weakling. That guy was only A-class, dummy. Why didn't you set him on fire? It seemed angry with her for not trying to save her own sorry skin.
"I . . . I don't know," she answered herself.
First thing's first, you're going to learn some cool techniques, the voice told her.
"Like what?!" she demanded.
Like the Discipline Fist, or the Dragon of the Darkness Flame, or-
"Now wait just a minute! I don't have any reason to go killing people!" she crossed her arms defiantly. "I won't do it."
Then just what do you plan to do with your life?! The voice demanded.
"I'm going to be a thief!" she said proudly.
Fine then. You prove to ME that you can make it as a thief, and I won't make you, her own energy lied to her.
"All right, I can," she boasted.
After a few weeks of break-ins, failures, captures, and a very angry voice in her head, Amori had managed to steal one thing. It was a small golden ball on a chain.
You're pathetic, the voice scolded without warning.
"I got this, didn't I?!" she demanded.
Go learn some techniques. You're no good as a thief, it demanded of her.
"No! I don't want to hurt people! I just wanted to be a thief, that's all," she protested.
The voice scoffed at her, you sound like a kitsune. Must I remind you that YOU'RE NOT ONE?!
"Oh, shut up. You're just the voice in my head! What do you know?" Amori asked.
More than you, it retorted.
"Well I'm not learning it!" she said.
Yes you are! The voice commanded her.
Only three short weeks after that, she had perfected the Discipline Fist. And over the next year and a half, the Dragon of the Darkness Flame was her constant goal. The voice in her head was pleased.
You can call me BD. I like this Black Dragon Wave, it commented one day, as she was practicing.
"I hate you," Amori said. She said that a lot nowadays, and always to the voice in her head. Several times she'd been stopped by various demons that would always want to know why she talked to herself.
One day, the voice (now known as BD, as requested) had gotten her a little more pissed than usual. She decided to find out if there was any way to shut BD up for good. Looking into a mirror at her forehead, she mused, "If you went IN that way . . . can you go out?"
NO! Don't you even think about messing with that, Amori! BD threatened.
Amori paid little attention to her counterpart, and looked closely into the mirror. "I wonder . . ." she said, reaching up to run a hand across her scar. With a sudden flash, the scar was now glowing.
Hey?! How the hell did I get in here?! Amori's voice rang out in BD's head now.
"I . . . have control of the body? Sweet!" BD took the next few moments to do a victory dance, not really caring about how much Amori was swearing at her.
After a few hours of allowing BD to practice with the Black Dragon Wave, showing much more skill than Amori had done, she was persuaded to let Amori have the body again.
"Ha! You'll be sorry you did that," Amori informed her. "I'm shutting you up for good, now."
Aww, hell. I hate you. BD said.
"And watch your tongue! I don't like swearing!" Amori snapped. She searched through Makai for a number of weeks, trying to find some help in silencing her other half.
What she found was that most people thought she was insane. Until she decided to let one see just what she was talking about. She walked up to the strange looking old woman. "Hello? Can you help me?" she asked.
"Yes, little girl, of course," the old lady said in a scratchy voice.
The woman was clad in dark purple and blue, with a light yellow veil across her face. Only her eyes were showing. They glowed an eerie silver.
That yellow thing screws up her whole outfit, BD commented rudely.
"Shut up!" Amori snapped.
"Excuse me?!" the woman was baffled.
Amori sweat dropped, "Uh, sorry about that. That's what I meant to ask you. You run a sort of psychiatrist clinic, right?"
"I guess you could say that," she said.
So, she's like a gypsy? BD wanted to know.
"Quiet!! So, you're like a gypsy?" Amori asked. BD snickered inside her head.
The lady sighed, "Yes, like a gypsy. What can I do for you? A tarot reading?" she asked, seemingly bored.
"No, I have a . . . problem."
"I'll say, you talk to yourself!" the gypsy blurted.
"Do you want my money or not!?" Amori screeched.
The woman paid attention then, "All right, what is it?"
"A long time ago, almost two years, I had a little. . . accident. There was this hole cut in my forehead, see?" she pointed to her scar, without touching it.
The gypsy looked amused. "Yes, I see. Go on."
"My spirit energy came out of that cut and protected me, and then re- entered the same spot afterwards," she explained.
"Yes, so you're saved. What's the problem?" the lady asked.
Amori sighed, "You see, now the spirit energy thingy can talk to me inside my head. And if I tough the scar, she can take control of my body while I have to sit back and comment from my own head."
Our body, BD corrected.
"I see . . . I think . . . so you're asking me to do what?"
"Shut her up!" Amori begged.
"I'm not exactly sure if I can help . . ."
"Please!" Amori looked at her with pleading eyes, "Please, just shut her up!"
Feh, BD commented.
"What seems to be the matter with letting her talk?" the gypsy asked.
"She hates everything. And she wants me to start killing people! She's all. . . mean!" tears formed in Amori's eyes. "Please, help me."
"I understand!" the lady exclaimed, throwing one arm up in the air dramatically.
"You do!?" Amori smiled happily. "So does that mean you can help?"
"Not necessarily," the woman said. "But I do understand what's going on. Your spirit energy took an embodied form to protect you. However, the embodiment is not only your spirit energy, but also all the evil in your body."
"All the evil?" Amori asked, looking innocent.
Damn right! BD was amused.
"Yes, all the evil. If you were to get rid of the 'voice,' then you would be pure. Which would make me rich!! Alas, you cannot do that, because she is also your spirit energy. You would die," the lady sounded disappointed.
"Yes, we want to avoid that," she sweat dropped. "So can we just silence her?"
"We can try!" the lady sounded enthused.
"How?" Amori wanted to know.
I'd like to see her try, BD laughed.
"Shut up!!!" Amori yelled. The gypsy woman looked confused. "Oh, not you," Amori said, "BD was being a commentary again." She explained herself, as she had countless times.
"I see . . . BD?" she asked.
Amori sighed again, "That's what the voice wants to be called."
"I UNDERSTAND!" the old woman struck a battle pose again, causing both Amori and BD to startle.
"Understand what?" Amori asked.
"You must not call yourselves by two names. It only separates you further," she said. "You have to become one again!"
"How?" Amori said flatly. She'd become quite skeptical at this point.
"It will take a lot of will power, care to try?" the lady asked.
"Sure- oh, wait. . . how much?" Amori asked.
The lady paused before saying, "Fifty dollars?"
"Deal," Amori shook the old woman's hand.
I'm only worth $50? I thought I was worth more than that!! BD shouted.
"Choose a name you would like to go by, now. Your spirit energy's embodiment must not have a name," the gypsy instructed her.
"All right," she said, thinking hard.
What's all the deciding? Your name's Amori, stupid. Hurry up. BD was angry again.
"I'll be called BD," she decided.
WHAT?! BD was outraged.
"All right, then you must no longer call your 'voice' by anything." The gypsy smiled.
"What do I call her?" Amori asked.
"Do not address her," the gypsy told her.
"Fair enough," Amori smiled. She could get used to this.
BD screamed and shouted and cursed, but Amori ignored her. And had a good time doing so. The gypsy busied herself by thinking of ways to join the two.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing . . .?" Amori asked tentatively.
The woman smiled at her. Having her yellow veil removed had helped her appearance, but her face was covered in wrinkles. It gave her a somewhat frightening appearance when she smiled. "Of course," she said, a reassuring tone in her voice.
A few hours passed, as Amori amused herself listening to the "voice" curse at her and demand her attention.
"Aha!!" the gypsy seemed to be onto something.
"What?" Both BD and Amori said at the same time.
"We have to get her out of that scar, now!" the gypsy pointed at Amori's forehead.
"My scar?" Amori pointed at it.
The gypsy waved her arms impatiently, "Well? Get her out!"
"How?" Amori asked.
The woman was angry, "Can't you control your own spirit energy? Focus!!"
Amori concentrated and struggled to control her energy. Eventually the blue haze of energy slowly seeped from her forehead and was pushed out into the open.
"Now, quickly, cover your scar so that she cannot enter that way!" the gypsy hopped up and down, excited.
Amori held her hand over the scar, and the energy ran into it, and flew around in panicked circles. It slowed down and seeped into her body, without the use of her scar.
"What was the point of that?" Amori asked.
The gypsy was overwhelmingly pleased with herself. "You won't hear her anymore. Your spirit energy is back in your BODY, where it belongs. And the evil is back in your heart, so you are no longer pure."
"Really? Great!" she exclaimed. "So now I have to be known as . . . BD?"
"That's what you chose, right. If you start to bring up past memories of the other name, it will arouse your energy. It will remember the time that you were separated, and it will come back," she warned.
Amori, now known only as BD, paid the gypsy 50 dollars and was on her way.
That's about the time she'd decided to break into Reikai. . .
~*~*~*~*~* End Flashback ~*~*~*~*~* End Chapter, for that matter ~*~*~*~*~*
Clear some things up? Good! Don't worry, more of the other characters in the next chapter, I swear. Back to the present!!
Review, onegai!
Flames and Torches ~Black Dragon~
The inspiration squirrel helped me, compliments to Mirai. ^_^
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING.
The Dragon Chapter 6: Aah, the things you learn from Gypsy Women ~*~*~*~*~*~*
(Flashback)
About 2 years ago, when BD/Amori were still one. . .
"You'll never catch me!" she shrieked, racing through Makai at top speed. Her pursuer was a strong demon, A-class at least, and he was gaining on her.
She leapt over a bush, losing her balance on the slippery forest floor. He caught up with her. "Now I got you," he taunted, using his spirit energy as a bind to hold her paralyzed in place.
"You won't get me!" she squirmed defiantly in his grip, but it was useless.
He took her to an abandoned building and laid her on a cold stone table, strapping her down with chains. "Don't move, now. Let's see, what organs should we take first, hmm?" he smiled evilly at her.
A look of fear clouded her eyes and he laughed at her. "Don't be afraid. It only hurts for the first hour or so."
She shivered in fear and a few tears streaked her face. "I hate you," she mouthed, unable to speak.
He leaned over her with a rusty old knife. "I think the brain will have to go first," he said. He used the tip of the knife to gouge a hole in her forehead. It was a small, almond-shaped cut. She writhed in pain, tugging helplessly against her restraints.
Suddenly, without warning, a vast amount of spirit energy emerged from the small hole in her forehead, flooding the room with an eerie blue glow. The demon leapt backwards, half in surprise, and half in fear. The blue light erupted into a huge explosion, causing the entire building to go up in flames. The demon perished in the smoke and ash, but the bluish light shielded her from the blow.
Sliding down from the table and dripping blood, she ran for an exit, guided by her own spirit energy. It seemed to have taken on a form of it's own.
After she had escaped, she ran. She ran as far and as fast as she could. Eventually, a combination of fatigue and fear caused her to stop and rest. Shortly after a bluish aura surrounded her body from seemingly nowhere.
"What is this. . .?!" she jumped up from her spot on the ground, swinging her arms at the blue haze. It didn't go away. Instead, it seemed to close in on her, and then she could feel it, slowly sucking into the hole in her forehead. She stood still for this, her eyes wide.
"What do you want from me. . .?" she asked, not expecting it to answer. To her surprise, she heard a voice inside her head say, I am the embodiment of your spirit energy. I do not have a body, so I shall reside in your mind.
She stood there a minute, shocked, until it spoke again. Hello? Are you listening to me, dimwit?!
"Uh, yea, but. . . this is a little far-fetched, don't you think? Look at me! I'm talking to myself!" Amori cried, throwing her arms up in disbelief.
Get over it. You're talking to your spirit energy. If I weren't so body- less I'd kick your ass. It said angrily.
"What?!?" she stepped back, startled. "Me? What for?! You're MY spirit energy, remember?!"
I'd kick your ass for being such a weakling. That guy was only A-class, dummy. Why didn't you set him on fire? It seemed angry with her for not trying to save her own sorry skin.
"I . . . I don't know," she answered herself.
First thing's first, you're going to learn some cool techniques, the voice told her.
"Like what?!" she demanded.
Like the Discipline Fist, or the Dragon of the Darkness Flame, or-
"Now wait just a minute! I don't have any reason to go killing people!" she crossed her arms defiantly. "I won't do it."
Then just what do you plan to do with your life?! The voice demanded.
"I'm going to be a thief!" she said proudly.
Fine then. You prove to ME that you can make it as a thief, and I won't make you, her own energy lied to her.
"All right, I can," she boasted.
After a few weeks of break-ins, failures, captures, and a very angry voice in her head, Amori had managed to steal one thing. It was a small golden ball on a chain.
You're pathetic, the voice scolded without warning.
"I got this, didn't I?!" she demanded.
Go learn some techniques. You're no good as a thief, it demanded of her.
"No! I don't want to hurt people! I just wanted to be a thief, that's all," she protested.
The voice scoffed at her, you sound like a kitsune. Must I remind you that YOU'RE NOT ONE?!
"Oh, shut up. You're just the voice in my head! What do you know?" Amori asked.
More than you, it retorted.
"Well I'm not learning it!" she said.
Yes you are! The voice commanded her.
Only three short weeks after that, she had perfected the Discipline Fist. And over the next year and a half, the Dragon of the Darkness Flame was her constant goal. The voice in her head was pleased.
You can call me BD. I like this Black Dragon Wave, it commented one day, as she was practicing.
"I hate you," Amori said. She said that a lot nowadays, and always to the voice in her head. Several times she'd been stopped by various demons that would always want to know why she talked to herself.
One day, the voice (now known as BD, as requested) had gotten her a little more pissed than usual. She decided to find out if there was any way to shut BD up for good. Looking into a mirror at her forehead, she mused, "If you went IN that way . . . can you go out?"
NO! Don't you even think about messing with that, Amori! BD threatened.
Amori paid little attention to her counterpart, and looked closely into the mirror. "I wonder . . ." she said, reaching up to run a hand across her scar. With a sudden flash, the scar was now glowing.
Hey?! How the hell did I get in here?! Amori's voice rang out in BD's head now.
"I . . . have control of the body? Sweet!" BD took the next few moments to do a victory dance, not really caring about how much Amori was swearing at her.
After a few hours of allowing BD to practice with the Black Dragon Wave, showing much more skill than Amori had done, she was persuaded to let Amori have the body again.
"Ha! You'll be sorry you did that," Amori informed her. "I'm shutting you up for good, now."
Aww, hell. I hate you. BD said.
"And watch your tongue! I don't like swearing!" Amori snapped. She searched through Makai for a number of weeks, trying to find some help in silencing her other half.
What she found was that most people thought she was insane. Until she decided to let one see just what she was talking about. She walked up to the strange looking old woman. "Hello? Can you help me?" she asked.
"Yes, little girl, of course," the old lady said in a scratchy voice.
The woman was clad in dark purple and blue, with a light yellow veil across her face. Only her eyes were showing. They glowed an eerie silver.
That yellow thing screws up her whole outfit, BD commented rudely.
"Shut up!" Amori snapped.
"Excuse me?!" the woman was baffled.
Amori sweat dropped, "Uh, sorry about that. That's what I meant to ask you. You run a sort of psychiatrist clinic, right?"
"I guess you could say that," she said.
So, she's like a gypsy? BD wanted to know.
"Quiet!! So, you're like a gypsy?" Amori asked. BD snickered inside her head.
The lady sighed, "Yes, like a gypsy. What can I do for you? A tarot reading?" she asked, seemingly bored.
"No, I have a . . . problem."
"I'll say, you talk to yourself!" the gypsy blurted.
"Do you want my money or not!?" Amori screeched.
The woman paid attention then, "All right, what is it?"
"A long time ago, almost two years, I had a little. . . accident. There was this hole cut in my forehead, see?" she pointed to her scar, without touching it.
The gypsy looked amused. "Yes, I see. Go on."
"My spirit energy came out of that cut and protected me, and then re- entered the same spot afterwards," she explained.
"Yes, so you're saved. What's the problem?" the lady asked.
Amori sighed, "You see, now the spirit energy thingy can talk to me inside my head. And if I tough the scar, she can take control of my body while I have to sit back and comment from my own head."
Our body, BD corrected.
"I see . . . I think . . . so you're asking me to do what?"
"Shut her up!" Amori begged.
"I'm not exactly sure if I can help . . ."
"Please!" Amori looked at her with pleading eyes, "Please, just shut her up!"
Feh, BD commented.
"What seems to be the matter with letting her talk?" the gypsy asked.
"She hates everything. And she wants me to start killing people! She's all. . . mean!" tears formed in Amori's eyes. "Please, help me."
"I understand!" the lady exclaimed, throwing one arm up in the air dramatically.
"You do!?" Amori smiled happily. "So does that mean you can help?"
"Not necessarily," the woman said. "But I do understand what's going on. Your spirit energy took an embodied form to protect you. However, the embodiment is not only your spirit energy, but also all the evil in your body."
"All the evil?" Amori asked, looking innocent.
Damn right! BD was amused.
"Yes, all the evil. If you were to get rid of the 'voice,' then you would be pure. Which would make me rich!! Alas, you cannot do that, because she is also your spirit energy. You would die," the lady sounded disappointed.
"Yes, we want to avoid that," she sweat dropped. "So can we just silence her?"
"We can try!" the lady sounded enthused.
"How?" Amori wanted to know.
I'd like to see her try, BD laughed.
"Shut up!!!" Amori yelled. The gypsy woman looked confused. "Oh, not you," Amori said, "BD was being a commentary again." She explained herself, as she had countless times.
"I see . . . BD?" she asked.
Amori sighed again, "That's what the voice wants to be called."
"I UNDERSTAND!" the old woman struck a battle pose again, causing both Amori and BD to startle.
"Understand what?" Amori asked.
"You must not call yourselves by two names. It only separates you further," she said. "You have to become one again!"
"How?" Amori said flatly. She'd become quite skeptical at this point.
"It will take a lot of will power, care to try?" the lady asked.
"Sure- oh, wait. . . how much?" Amori asked.
The lady paused before saying, "Fifty dollars?"
"Deal," Amori shook the old woman's hand.
I'm only worth $50? I thought I was worth more than that!! BD shouted.
"Choose a name you would like to go by, now. Your spirit energy's embodiment must not have a name," the gypsy instructed her.
"All right," she said, thinking hard.
What's all the deciding? Your name's Amori, stupid. Hurry up. BD was angry again.
"I'll be called BD," she decided.
WHAT?! BD was outraged.
"All right, then you must no longer call your 'voice' by anything." The gypsy smiled.
"What do I call her?" Amori asked.
"Do not address her," the gypsy told her.
"Fair enough," Amori smiled. She could get used to this.
BD screamed and shouted and cursed, but Amori ignored her. And had a good time doing so. The gypsy busied herself by thinking of ways to join the two.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing . . .?" Amori asked tentatively.
The woman smiled at her. Having her yellow veil removed had helped her appearance, but her face was covered in wrinkles. It gave her a somewhat frightening appearance when she smiled. "Of course," she said, a reassuring tone in her voice.
A few hours passed, as Amori amused herself listening to the "voice" curse at her and demand her attention.
"Aha!!" the gypsy seemed to be onto something.
"What?" Both BD and Amori said at the same time.
"We have to get her out of that scar, now!" the gypsy pointed at Amori's forehead.
"My scar?" Amori pointed at it.
The gypsy waved her arms impatiently, "Well? Get her out!"
"How?" Amori asked.
The woman was angry, "Can't you control your own spirit energy? Focus!!"
Amori concentrated and struggled to control her energy. Eventually the blue haze of energy slowly seeped from her forehead and was pushed out into the open.
"Now, quickly, cover your scar so that she cannot enter that way!" the gypsy hopped up and down, excited.
Amori held her hand over the scar, and the energy ran into it, and flew around in panicked circles. It slowed down and seeped into her body, without the use of her scar.
"What was the point of that?" Amori asked.
The gypsy was overwhelmingly pleased with herself. "You won't hear her anymore. Your spirit energy is back in your BODY, where it belongs. And the evil is back in your heart, so you are no longer pure."
"Really? Great!" she exclaimed. "So now I have to be known as . . . BD?"
"That's what you chose, right. If you start to bring up past memories of the other name, it will arouse your energy. It will remember the time that you were separated, and it will come back," she warned.
Amori, now known only as BD, paid the gypsy 50 dollars and was on her way.
That's about the time she'd decided to break into Reikai. . .
~*~*~*~*~* End Flashback ~*~*~*~*~* End Chapter, for that matter ~*~*~*~*~*
Clear some things up? Good! Don't worry, more of the other characters in the next chapter, I swear. Back to the present!!
Review, onegai!
Flames and Torches ~Black Dragon~