Well, maybe you guys don't like my latter chapters as much as my earlier ones. I won't give up though; I'll keep writing these chapters hoping some one will enjoy 'em!!! I can at least promise to those of you who are reading my fic that It will be finished, no matter what!
Nami- (click) (click click) I already have gone through this once with you--DON'T TRY TO LIGHT MY HAIR ON FIRE!!!!!!
Kaida- heehee (hand slips) O.o AAAHHHHHHHH……what the crap!!!!!
Nami- what WHAT??? (hears sizzling at her ear) WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!!!!!????
Kaida- (frantically bats Nami's head)
Nami- you caught my hair on fire, didn't you?!
Kaida- ewww now you smell like burnt hair (sprays perfume on Nami's hair) Hope you don't mind having a shorter layer to your hair -.-; hehe
Nami- (faints)
Kaida- (falls over laughing hysterically)
-- based (and basically quoted) on actual events (unfortunately)--
Ok….before I write this next chapter (falls to the floor clutching her heart) SYCOGERL64 REVIEWED MY FIC!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I AM SUCH A FAN OF YOUR WORK (Kaida-kun shoots her with a tranquilizer)
Kaida- sorry she gets a little crazy but I LOVE YOUR WORK TOO!!!! So thankies very much, you encouraged little Nami to keep going
Nami- (struggles to her feet) (drools) So on to-ooo the----ne-ext chapter! (falls over asleep)
O ya this a Kiba/Cheza chapter again soooo back to the ship of Darcia
Warning: I want to just warn you one more time that I have seen the OVAs so I know some information that you guys may not---with saying that if you don't wanna be spoiled don't read this fic.
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Kiba's anxious heart pounded in his heavy chest as he made his way to the cell bearing the scent of his precious flower maiden's blood. His head raced with plans for their escape, however Darcia seemed scrupulous in the construction of his ship, as far as he could tell their were no means of escape along the callous metal walls. Despite this fact, his piercing blue eyes darted back and forth, taking in the tiniest detail of the bleak, bitter aircraft.
Darcia turned his gaze from the unending hall ahead, to the eyes of his searching prisoner. "Yours is a lost cause, boy. You'll never find a channel of escape in this place." He seethed through his clenched teeth. A hard sneer formed its way to the cold-hearted man's lips, presenting an outlook that contradicted the foreboding feelings rushing through his intricate mind. Despite his efforts he knew the zealous passion his young prisoner held was enough to defeat the most seemingly unbeatable adversary. An adversary that he, himself was posing as.
Darcia turned his glare from Kiba to the rusty metal wall above his head. Fantasizing of a time when this cold empty space was an unending field of flower and sun. In his heart he knew the beautiful quilt of flowers and warm golden sun were not what made it a paradise. "Harmona" he spoke accidentally, fervent mind adrift in dreams of his former lover's warm hand caressing his own.
Kiba's ears perked and he raised his pounding head from the indolent stare situated on his composed face. "Who is that?" The brown haired boy inquired, forgetting fleetingly of the situation pressing upon him. He waited expectantly as the desolate sound of echoing footsteps stroked his tired ears.
Darcia was rushed brusquely back to reality by the tranquil voice of his hostage. His rage overwhelmed self-pity as he ran his nails across the damp metal of the forlorn hallway. "What does it matter to you? You are mine now, life will become a living hell under my hand!!" The patched man roared, desperately proving his position was, at the very least, better than that of his captive. To prove his point the dark haired man swiftly tightened the cold, detaining chains wrapped brashly around their wearer's soft neck. "That will teach you to talk to one such as I in such a disgusting manner!" Seeing the heating anger in his young prisoners face a tight sneer once more warmed his frozen face.
Kiba ignored the raw chains cold the chains held as the added cold of the icy atmosphere froze the breath within the cavity of his chest. For the anger lodged restlessly within his hidden heart thawed the chill till it was not unlike the heat of the fiery sun. The scent of Cheza's spilled blood stroked his sensitive nose to the point of throbbing, rather than nuisance this was encouraging, for he knew the reunion of his flower maiden was little more than a foots reach away. In spite of his most valiant effort, a pressing desultory smile forced it's way to his quivering, cracked lips.
Darcia observed this smile and upon seeing it quickened his drifting pace. Under no circumstances would he allow his most prominent rival a chance of contentment in the disheartening atmosphere he had created. Given that the interior of his aircraft was made to mirror his heart, he would have no others find happiness with in it. "Smile while you still have the means," he threatened in a rasping, subdued voice. "The plans ahead of you will surely leave you stripped of all cheerful memories you hold dear."
The brown haired boy continued to look toward his feet, but his real sight was ahead of those searching footsteps, where he was certain the wounded Cheza lay, for in her arms no torture could ever dissipate his pleasure. The words of Darcia did little to scathe the surface of his concealed outlook. "You could never," Kiba spoke finally, filling the drumming silence. "You could never take away memories that don't exist to begin with. My memories are dark, as are yours, and every one's unfortunate to live in a time such as this."
"This is not the case!!" Darcia demanded, "I have seen the mocking faces of happy people."
"Where?" Kiba pushed, knowing with this question he would receive the answer he had awaited.
"I was one of them once, a happy person." He placed two long fingers softly against the scratchy, black cloth of his eye patch while an internal battle of showing his loss tussled against his bitter face.
"With her?" Kiba continued, "With Harmona?" He repeated the name his adversary had mentioned earlier, knowing it would generate desolation in the angry man's soul. The question remained unanswered as the hastening footsteps stopped in front of a glaring, blood-smeared door.
Kiba's heart throbbed against his heavy chest; the long awaited reunion of his flower maiden had finally arrived. He watched Darcia's actions intently as the tall, sinister man drew a single jagged key from his pocket. "You use keys in a place such as this?" Kiba questioned, finding his anticipation bursting through his voice.
Darcia continued to hold his heavy stare on the glistening key. "Every door in this air craft is opened by a key I hold in this very pocket." He stated quickly rubbing his wandering fingers against the lone pocket stitched to his long, dark robe.
"But why?" Kiba couldn't help but asking, enlightened by the thought of having found the weakness of his penitentiary.
Darcia seemed to ponder upon this question for a moment, why hold a weakness, the answer seemed obvious yet unable to express with mere words. "Keys," the black-haired man began, "when held in hand are useless without a door to put them in. However, when matched with the wrong door they are ineffective once more. Much like human beings. A human's life can be lonely and futile, but when matched with the one to spend this life with, it takes on new meaning. Together the two people can open doors that alone, they never knew they could." With this he held the key to a stray shaft of vacant light embracing the darkness of the desolate hall. In an equally swift movement he thrust the gleaming key to the restraining lock.
Kiba's lustrous, blue eyes rested fixatedly to the dim door, waiting for the darkness to be pierced by the luminous form of Cheza. A heartening clack penetrated the thick silence followed by a hollow squeal of the door being pushed slowly forward. Kiba stood numb from anticipation before feeling a heavy, muscular hand push him abruptly into the room. The blue-eyed boy had expected this, he anticipated Darcia finding it necessary to quickly lock him in the cell he would share with the flower maiden. However, his deep-rooted love had clouded his better judgment, for the room was not that of which his dear Cheza lay. Instead he saw himself faced with a room filled with glaring computers and test tubes surrounded by a mix of Darcia's many evil minions.
Horrified Kiba realized how he had missed the scent of the ominous setting befalling him. Kiba's dark gaze searched the room to find Cheza's dark green blood laying splattered over walls and barren floors, finally his gaze stopped at the grotesque object laying propped against an empty wall of the malevolent place. The object, a sliver of skin bearing a dark red map, was stretched over a dripping green canvas.
Kiba's racing heart felt close to bursting as the hair on his neck stood on ends. He snarled revealing the stained red fangs hidden behind his chapped lips. And burst through the barricade of underlings that had congregated in front of the map. Bodies slid across the metal floor as others crashed into the test tubes ad computers set against the cold walls. Glass sprayed through the air as stray sparks caught fire to ripping electrical wires.
Through the chaotic scene belying him Kiba's glaring eyes stayed focused to their objective. Throwing bodies forcefully into objects this way and that he finally stood panting in front of his dear maiden's pelt. The brown haired boy raised a trembling hand and stroked his fingers lightly against the silky, blood drenched skin before quickly pulling it back to wipe away a bead of sweat declining down his shining nose.
His mind raced with the thoughts of what he must do to repay this malicious deed. Sparkling blue eyes shot nervously across the room until he spotted an object lying forgotten in a black ominous cabinet. Once more the brown haired boy bore his piercing fangs and penetrated them into an arm reaching around his unguarded neck. In this manner he fought his way to the corner of the room and quickly curled his blood dripping hand around the object he had been coveting.
In one muscular leap he avoided the remaining conscious bodies and stood once more in front of the gruesome map. Without wasting a moment he held the object, a finger sized knife to his pallid arm. The knife reflected the blaring fire and luminous sparks penetrating the gloomy room, but the faces of the petrified subordinates would not reflect. Puzzled Kiba held the knife to his eyes. Reflecting in its thin metal face lay the glare but not the eye itself.
"So that is how you work." Kiba raspy voice rose above those of the panicking minions behind him. "You kept this map by reserving the very light surrounding it." With those words he swiftly ran the cold blade across the trembling palm of his hand. "The only way to get rid of the map is to destroy the light preserving it. The light of the red moon." Wincing he pressed his blood dripping hand to the map covering it with a thin red coating. Kiba held a pressing breath as he watched the embedded map slowly dissipate to nothing.
Before the blue-eyed boy could turn his head to face the chaos of the people around him he felt a hard, grasping hand crush into his shoulder. He gazed up to see the black glare of Darcia above him.
"What have you done?" Darcia growled revealing sharp teeth of his own. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!??" He howled ripping the young boy around by his shoulder.
Kiba's thin eyebrows lowered with anger but his quivering dry lips rose into a thin sneer. "Your map is gone," he taunted, anger rising. "And you can never get it back."
Despite the luminous glare cast by the crackling fire encasing the gloomy room the area seemed to darken, falling to the foreboding command of its master's heart. Darkness overshadowed Darcia's face and sped to the very bottom of his still feet. In this manner, Darcia's evil profile was turned from human to wolf.
Kiba quickly followed this action, turning to the white wolf he was most comfortable as. For a fleeting moment the two men glared at each other, compounding into one look all the anger they held toward one another, before catapulting through the air on their muscular legs.
Darcia ,being twice the size of Kiba, was unable to jump as high as his smaller opponent. This gave the white wolf an upper hand as he landed heavily atop his enemy's back. He dug his thirsty fangs into the black wolf's thick neck, only to be ripped across the room with a rapid, powerful jerk. He projected his jagged claws into the cold floor below, quickly ending his sliding with one brief screech. Before he was able to dart back a heavy pain coursed through his back.
Subordinates of Darcia screamed and ran desolately through the room, trying desperately to avoid the powerful jaws the large animals possessed. Kiba rolled over, forcing Darcia to release his hold on the white wolf's back. Once again a blur of black and white flew through the room aimed at one another. The striking colors of the two wolves contradicted like heaven and hell as they repeatedly reached for the others body.
As the battles raged a forgotten body stirred on the floor below. A body belonging to that of the flower maiden. Cheza raised her crudely wrapped back from the floor; she had been lying on top of the hatch through which she had been lowered. Thought to weak to get up, let alone cause trouble, she had been abandoned there left to her own wounds, and there she would have stayed if not for the pungent smell of wolf blood being carried through the damp air.
"K-Kiba." she whispered weakly, struggling to rise from the damp floor. After many futile tries she arose, placing her trembling feet below her bent over body she struggled her way down the bitter hallway. With each step fell an emerald drop of thick blood fell, until at long last she found the place that would haunt her memories forever.
The purple haired girl made her way to the metal door only to fall back as the beautiful wolf body of Kiba flew through the air, crashing into the heavy wall of the echoing hallway. Crimson blood soaked his once white fur as he rose his weary head to see Cheza mere inches from his nose.
"Cheza." He whispered dragging his body forward to her warm embrace. "Cheza I failed, I couldn't defeat him."
Pearly tears made their way down the young girls face as she caressed the silky fur of her friend. "This one does not care. This one is only glad to have you with her once more." The gloomy reunion was interrupted as the limping profile of Darcia stood before the two. Kicking Kiba's limp body aside he curled his fingers around Cheza's glossy hair. In this manner he held her, swaying through the air as a silent yet piercing scream flowed from the flower maiden's soft lips.
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Whew, these chapters really depress me. But without them this story wouldn't really be what it is---ya ya I know some of you are wishing it wasn't what it is. O ya and O.o sorry for the gore! I have no clue where all that stuff came from!!
Anyway, I need an opinion for the next chapter, if no one reviews I'll just decide myself but do you guys think the next chapter should be about Cheza/Kiba, Tsume, or Hige? I'm having trouble deciding at this point and could really use an opinion.
Well please R&R!! Just so everyone knows I am NOT like those ingrates who don't appreciate multiple person reviews, I don't care if the same person reviews every single chapter. If they take the time to write it, I take the time to read it and enjoy it. Flames are okay too as long as they are written in a helpful rather than hurtful manner. So thanks
Nami- (click) (click click) I already have gone through this once with you--DON'T TRY TO LIGHT MY HAIR ON FIRE!!!!!!
Kaida- heehee (hand slips) O.o AAAHHHHHHHH……what the crap!!!!!
Nami- what WHAT??? (hears sizzling at her ear) WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!!!!!????
Kaida- (frantically bats Nami's head)
Nami- you caught my hair on fire, didn't you?!
Kaida- ewww now you smell like burnt hair (sprays perfume on Nami's hair) Hope you don't mind having a shorter layer to your hair -.-; hehe
Nami- (faints)
Kaida- (falls over laughing hysterically)
-- based (and basically quoted) on actual events (unfortunately)--
Ok….before I write this next chapter (falls to the floor clutching her heart) SYCOGERL64 REVIEWED MY FIC!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I AM SUCH A FAN OF YOUR WORK (Kaida-kun shoots her with a tranquilizer)
Kaida- sorry she gets a little crazy but I LOVE YOUR WORK TOO!!!! So thankies very much, you encouraged little Nami to keep going
Nami- (struggles to her feet) (drools) So on to-ooo the----ne-ext chapter! (falls over asleep)
O ya this a Kiba/Cheza chapter again soooo back to the ship of Darcia
Warning: I want to just warn you one more time that I have seen the OVAs so I know some information that you guys may not---with saying that if you don't wanna be spoiled don't read this fic.
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Kiba's anxious heart pounded in his heavy chest as he made his way to the cell bearing the scent of his precious flower maiden's blood. His head raced with plans for their escape, however Darcia seemed scrupulous in the construction of his ship, as far as he could tell their were no means of escape along the callous metal walls. Despite this fact, his piercing blue eyes darted back and forth, taking in the tiniest detail of the bleak, bitter aircraft.
Darcia turned his gaze from the unending hall ahead, to the eyes of his searching prisoner. "Yours is a lost cause, boy. You'll never find a channel of escape in this place." He seethed through his clenched teeth. A hard sneer formed its way to the cold-hearted man's lips, presenting an outlook that contradicted the foreboding feelings rushing through his intricate mind. Despite his efforts he knew the zealous passion his young prisoner held was enough to defeat the most seemingly unbeatable adversary. An adversary that he, himself was posing as.
Darcia turned his glare from Kiba to the rusty metal wall above his head. Fantasizing of a time when this cold empty space was an unending field of flower and sun. In his heart he knew the beautiful quilt of flowers and warm golden sun were not what made it a paradise. "Harmona" he spoke accidentally, fervent mind adrift in dreams of his former lover's warm hand caressing his own.
Kiba's ears perked and he raised his pounding head from the indolent stare situated on his composed face. "Who is that?" The brown haired boy inquired, forgetting fleetingly of the situation pressing upon him. He waited expectantly as the desolate sound of echoing footsteps stroked his tired ears.
Darcia was rushed brusquely back to reality by the tranquil voice of his hostage. His rage overwhelmed self-pity as he ran his nails across the damp metal of the forlorn hallway. "What does it matter to you? You are mine now, life will become a living hell under my hand!!" The patched man roared, desperately proving his position was, at the very least, better than that of his captive. To prove his point the dark haired man swiftly tightened the cold, detaining chains wrapped brashly around their wearer's soft neck. "That will teach you to talk to one such as I in such a disgusting manner!" Seeing the heating anger in his young prisoners face a tight sneer once more warmed his frozen face.
Kiba ignored the raw chains cold the chains held as the added cold of the icy atmosphere froze the breath within the cavity of his chest. For the anger lodged restlessly within his hidden heart thawed the chill till it was not unlike the heat of the fiery sun. The scent of Cheza's spilled blood stroked his sensitive nose to the point of throbbing, rather than nuisance this was encouraging, for he knew the reunion of his flower maiden was little more than a foots reach away. In spite of his most valiant effort, a pressing desultory smile forced it's way to his quivering, cracked lips.
Darcia observed this smile and upon seeing it quickened his drifting pace. Under no circumstances would he allow his most prominent rival a chance of contentment in the disheartening atmosphere he had created. Given that the interior of his aircraft was made to mirror his heart, he would have no others find happiness with in it. "Smile while you still have the means," he threatened in a rasping, subdued voice. "The plans ahead of you will surely leave you stripped of all cheerful memories you hold dear."
The brown haired boy continued to look toward his feet, but his real sight was ahead of those searching footsteps, where he was certain the wounded Cheza lay, for in her arms no torture could ever dissipate his pleasure. The words of Darcia did little to scathe the surface of his concealed outlook. "You could never," Kiba spoke finally, filling the drumming silence. "You could never take away memories that don't exist to begin with. My memories are dark, as are yours, and every one's unfortunate to live in a time such as this."
"This is not the case!!" Darcia demanded, "I have seen the mocking faces of happy people."
"Where?" Kiba pushed, knowing with this question he would receive the answer he had awaited.
"I was one of them once, a happy person." He placed two long fingers softly against the scratchy, black cloth of his eye patch while an internal battle of showing his loss tussled against his bitter face.
"With her?" Kiba continued, "With Harmona?" He repeated the name his adversary had mentioned earlier, knowing it would generate desolation in the angry man's soul. The question remained unanswered as the hastening footsteps stopped in front of a glaring, blood-smeared door.
Kiba's heart throbbed against his heavy chest; the long awaited reunion of his flower maiden had finally arrived. He watched Darcia's actions intently as the tall, sinister man drew a single jagged key from his pocket. "You use keys in a place such as this?" Kiba questioned, finding his anticipation bursting through his voice.
Darcia continued to hold his heavy stare on the glistening key. "Every door in this air craft is opened by a key I hold in this very pocket." He stated quickly rubbing his wandering fingers against the lone pocket stitched to his long, dark robe.
"But why?" Kiba couldn't help but asking, enlightened by the thought of having found the weakness of his penitentiary.
Darcia seemed to ponder upon this question for a moment, why hold a weakness, the answer seemed obvious yet unable to express with mere words. "Keys," the black-haired man began, "when held in hand are useless without a door to put them in. However, when matched with the wrong door they are ineffective once more. Much like human beings. A human's life can be lonely and futile, but when matched with the one to spend this life with, it takes on new meaning. Together the two people can open doors that alone, they never knew they could." With this he held the key to a stray shaft of vacant light embracing the darkness of the desolate hall. In an equally swift movement he thrust the gleaming key to the restraining lock.
Kiba's lustrous, blue eyes rested fixatedly to the dim door, waiting for the darkness to be pierced by the luminous form of Cheza. A heartening clack penetrated the thick silence followed by a hollow squeal of the door being pushed slowly forward. Kiba stood numb from anticipation before feeling a heavy, muscular hand push him abruptly into the room. The blue-eyed boy had expected this, he anticipated Darcia finding it necessary to quickly lock him in the cell he would share with the flower maiden. However, his deep-rooted love had clouded his better judgment, for the room was not that of which his dear Cheza lay. Instead he saw himself faced with a room filled with glaring computers and test tubes surrounded by a mix of Darcia's many evil minions.
Horrified Kiba realized how he had missed the scent of the ominous setting befalling him. Kiba's dark gaze searched the room to find Cheza's dark green blood laying splattered over walls and barren floors, finally his gaze stopped at the grotesque object laying propped against an empty wall of the malevolent place. The object, a sliver of skin bearing a dark red map, was stretched over a dripping green canvas.
Kiba's racing heart felt close to bursting as the hair on his neck stood on ends. He snarled revealing the stained red fangs hidden behind his chapped lips. And burst through the barricade of underlings that had congregated in front of the map. Bodies slid across the metal floor as others crashed into the test tubes ad computers set against the cold walls. Glass sprayed through the air as stray sparks caught fire to ripping electrical wires.
Through the chaotic scene belying him Kiba's glaring eyes stayed focused to their objective. Throwing bodies forcefully into objects this way and that he finally stood panting in front of his dear maiden's pelt. The brown haired boy raised a trembling hand and stroked his fingers lightly against the silky, blood drenched skin before quickly pulling it back to wipe away a bead of sweat declining down his shining nose.
His mind raced with the thoughts of what he must do to repay this malicious deed. Sparkling blue eyes shot nervously across the room until he spotted an object lying forgotten in a black ominous cabinet. Once more the brown haired boy bore his piercing fangs and penetrated them into an arm reaching around his unguarded neck. In this manner he fought his way to the corner of the room and quickly curled his blood dripping hand around the object he had been coveting.
In one muscular leap he avoided the remaining conscious bodies and stood once more in front of the gruesome map. Without wasting a moment he held the object, a finger sized knife to his pallid arm. The knife reflected the blaring fire and luminous sparks penetrating the gloomy room, but the faces of the petrified subordinates would not reflect. Puzzled Kiba held the knife to his eyes. Reflecting in its thin metal face lay the glare but not the eye itself.
"So that is how you work." Kiba raspy voice rose above those of the panicking minions behind him. "You kept this map by reserving the very light surrounding it." With those words he swiftly ran the cold blade across the trembling palm of his hand. "The only way to get rid of the map is to destroy the light preserving it. The light of the red moon." Wincing he pressed his blood dripping hand to the map covering it with a thin red coating. Kiba held a pressing breath as he watched the embedded map slowly dissipate to nothing.
Before the blue-eyed boy could turn his head to face the chaos of the people around him he felt a hard, grasping hand crush into his shoulder. He gazed up to see the black glare of Darcia above him.
"What have you done?" Darcia growled revealing sharp teeth of his own. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!??" He howled ripping the young boy around by his shoulder.
Kiba's thin eyebrows lowered with anger but his quivering dry lips rose into a thin sneer. "Your map is gone," he taunted, anger rising. "And you can never get it back."
Despite the luminous glare cast by the crackling fire encasing the gloomy room the area seemed to darken, falling to the foreboding command of its master's heart. Darkness overshadowed Darcia's face and sped to the very bottom of his still feet. In this manner, Darcia's evil profile was turned from human to wolf.
Kiba quickly followed this action, turning to the white wolf he was most comfortable as. For a fleeting moment the two men glared at each other, compounding into one look all the anger they held toward one another, before catapulting through the air on their muscular legs.
Darcia ,being twice the size of Kiba, was unable to jump as high as his smaller opponent. This gave the white wolf an upper hand as he landed heavily atop his enemy's back. He dug his thirsty fangs into the black wolf's thick neck, only to be ripped across the room with a rapid, powerful jerk. He projected his jagged claws into the cold floor below, quickly ending his sliding with one brief screech. Before he was able to dart back a heavy pain coursed through his back.
Subordinates of Darcia screamed and ran desolately through the room, trying desperately to avoid the powerful jaws the large animals possessed. Kiba rolled over, forcing Darcia to release his hold on the white wolf's back. Once again a blur of black and white flew through the room aimed at one another. The striking colors of the two wolves contradicted like heaven and hell as they repeatedly reached for the others body.
As the battles raged a forgotten body stirred on the floor below. A body belonging to that of the flower maiden. Cheza raised her crudely wrapped back from the floor; she had been lying on top of the hatch through which she had been lowered. Thought to weak to get up, let alone cause trouble, she had been abandoned there left to her own wounds, and there she would have stayed if not for the pungent smell of wolf blood being carried through the damp air.
"K-Kiba." she whispered weakly, struggling to rise from the damp floor. After many futile tries she arose, placing her trembling feet below her bent over body she struggled her way down the bitter hallway. With each step fell an emerald drop of thick blood fell, until at long last she found the place that would haunt her memories forever.
The purple haired girl made her way to the metal door only to fall back as the beautiful wolf body of Kiba flew through the air, crashing into the heavy wall of the echoing hallway. Crimson blood soaked his once white fur as he rose his weary head to see Cheza mere inches from his nose.
"Cheza." He whispered dragging his body forward to her warm embrace. "Cheza I failed, I couldn't defeat him."
Pearly tears made their way down the young girls face as she caressed the silky fur of her friend. "This one does not care. This one is only glad to have you with her once more." The gloomy reunion was interrupted as the limping profile of Darcia stood before the two. Kicking Kiba's limp body aside he curled his fingers around Cheza's glossy hair. In this manner he held her, swaying through the air as a silent yet piercing scream flowed from the flower maiden's soft lips.
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Whew, these chapters really depress me. But without them this story wouldn't really be what it is---ya ya I know some of you are wishing it wasn't what it is. O ya and O.o sorry for the gore! I have no clue where all that stuff came from!!
Anyway, I need an opinion for the next chapter, if no one reviews I'll just decide myself but do you guys think the next chapter should be about Cheza/Kiba, Tsume, or Hige? I'm having trouble deciding at this point and could really use an opinion.
Well please R&R!! Just so everyone knows I am NOT like those ingrates who don't appreciate multiple person reviews, I don't care if the same person reviews every single chapter. If they take the time to write it, I take the time to read it and enjoy it. Flames are okay too as long as they are written in a helpful rather than hurtful manner. So thanks