W H I S P E R S O F E V I L…
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R- rated for graphic content. Adult Inclinations. X-rated romance to points.
Syn: They say evil takes all forms, from animals, to even—humans and babies for that matter. When Kaoru discovers an abandoned baby, she doesn't realize she takes in an evil far more horrible than ever expected…
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- Chapter 2—Lost but found baby…
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It cries
Again and again these cries enter her mind. Again and again she hears this call. A call for protection and unity.
On a small futon of an innocent virgin, sleeps a blue eye mistress whose kind face was known by all. Including the newest edition to darkness. Roaming over the air, this power poignant call screamed and broke the mental shackle of sleep the young woman was in.
Shooting up in a quick jerk she pulled herself from sleep to reality. Holding her thumping head, she swallowed the little saliva in her dry throat. What a horrible dream… first a woman running through the forest and then dying to protect her baby…man, I'm definitely becoming paranoid, its either that or I had way too much of Megumi-san's desert. Speaking of desert, I think there were leftovers.
Kaoru pushed the sheet off in a quick fluent movement, only to notice her entire futon in blood. Kaoru fluttered her eyes in shock, kami…?
Rubbing her eyes for reassurance, she saw that her futon was normal. No blood.
How odd it is to imagine this. Why is my mind playing tricks on me. How weird…so very weird…
Kaoru sat there a bit concerned about her little hallucinations. In fact, she was a bit concerned about everything that's been happening to her that night. First, she started to have cramps when she entered her bathroom, and constantly she was having the urge to lash out at someone. She shrugged it off, residing at the fact it may be her little 'pms.' But she already had her reds so how could she have it again, unless she had some irregularity with her hormones. Even if, it didn't add up to what happened next. Everything changed that night, from being the happy woman she was, she turned out to be a very good character of coldness and sudden verbal assault. What piped her down was Megumi's desert. Strange but somehow when she tasted the desert she just simply let her whimsical side out and it basically reigned over her dark side.
Kaoru shook her head. I am definitely starting to sound paranoid…get a grip little tanuki…
Kaoru got up, her whole body suddenly not light, but weighed.
Wehhh-wehhh
Again she hears this—cry. A cry she doesn't know whom it belongs to, but that its connecting to her somehow. From soft calls to harsh cries, the cry became fiercer with each attempt Kaoru took to shake it off. Already spiraling in her stomach's deepest bellows, the cry remains, calling, pulling, biting, sipping and consuming the sweet-gentle innocent from her bounds.
Kaoru tried her best to be calm. I mean, people hear things at night…don't they?
Well of course they do…that's what you call paranoid and seriously needing help…
But no matter what Kaoru tried to convince herself, her heart sang different truths to her surfacing lies. With each step this innocent took, the world shook, vibrating a tune of guilt and breaking. Such feelings are owned by nothing more than soft shadows that lie on walls and by darkness itself, that claims some small a part us, yet it does live. For strange reasons, Kaoru felt drunk…like she could hear no more. That she was basically becoming numb to her surrounding. Practically falling, into an abyss she knew she wanted to be a part of. One that she'd fall so hard into, she'd smell all the roses and feel all the glory of just being happy, with all this-this blood and darkness and adorning lies as that as lilies around her, beautifying her empowering form, envying her most insatiable velvet sapphire eyes…
"Get a hold of yourself" she burst out the trance, not quite sure where all of this sudden black lust in darkness came from. For sure Kaoru knew she was suffering from a problem, a problem that already began to grow internally at her. Somehow she knew that to undo such a thing, was asking a question of how?
True, how could she undo such a problem? Yet with the more she realized that she wasn't her oldself, the more she became drowned to a world of giggling darkness that welcomed her, on her own timing.
No…what's happening to me? She looked at her hands, the look of them smooth without any flaw until something appeared in her hand. A single drop of blood suddenly fell into her hand, then before her blinking eyes it was gone. Kaoru screwed her eyes tightly, trying to make sense of reality and nightmare.
This is a dream. Yeah, has to be. Now all I have to do is wake up…how?
Wehhh-wehhh-wehhh!
No matter what corner of peace Kaoru turned, she'd find none with this call just continuously hailing out at her. It was like a mantra constantly being chanted with all the positivity that she would go to it. Devotedly.
What's happening to me? Why won't this voice…this call, whatever it is, just stop? Stop calling me…stop it! I said stop it…
Wehhhhh
Stop it -darn it!
Wehhh—wehh
Shut the hell up, just leave me alone.
Kaoru drops on her knees trying to cover her ears from the call
Yet even whilst she shut her ears, the cry was already chained to her brain and the call became heavier and harder.
Innocent of innocents…
Come to me…
It whispers me, like it knows me…
Hhahah…but I do you know…
And you. You know me…
What do you want of me?
Nothing, yet everything from you.
Give me your attention, give me your life…give me, you
What crazy game is this that you own and I am left to be your little kitten?
Not my kitten, just what you were meant to be.
Everything that you dream you would one day become, and I assure you
Weather by your will, or not, you will come…
Breaking, tired, destroyed, but yet collapsed with me…
And once and for all, the shackles of light shall break with the welcome of the embodying darkness…
Why me? Why me you sick filth? I am not something you could just have, and further more use to your own liking and sick games. I am not your toy … I am not yours…
The darkness does not care. We never have. But we learn to steal. And we learn to cheat lines and rules, and its all good. You are not possessed my dear, and you are not in a sick game which you have presumed…you are in a world where nothing can hurt you. Where everyone loves you, where you are the centerpiece in every candle, and the sun in each country, the dawning in a new day, and my breath of life, to last.
If you think bribery of your words could succumb me to your filth, then get real. This isn't some cheap girlie you're messing with. I'm all about self-control, and no matter what you try, you'd fail. Go ahead, just try and take what isn't yours. You'd realize that taking the heart of an innocent is more than just a simply breaking…
I do not wish to make you a whore or a harlot on my lap. I prefer to have you love me, as I've come to—love her…
Taken from me, like the darkness to light, I find myself with no truths and all I find is my death whispering at me again and again.
All I ask virgin, is for you to supplant your love in me, give me what I know can make both light and darkness weave with—with hope?
Help me…even the darkness has tears…even I, cry…
FLASHBACK: (She runs through a forest, her baby in her hands, the world ripping out at her. Strange beings follow her as she holds her baby the one thing she knew she couldn't keep. And by the breaking of her blood, she falls down, a blade in her heart, her baby's tears killing her and everything she's worked for has collapsed into the dying of a whisper. With nothing but one baby left…who is to care for such a child? Who?)
Kaoru understood. She understood that this voice in her head, was not really a voice. It was a cry. A child's cry. A baby's cry, for his mother. And this voice she's talking to…is the baby?
Come for me…
Come for your baby…
Sapphire eyes shot open and immediately she began exiting the Kamiya compound. Yahiko was already in cloud nine, so nothing could wake him.
I am coming…my son.
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"Where is she?" he shouted vehemently, "Where is my son?" shouted a brusque voice as two young demons kneeled before their dark lord. A young dark lord weighed in films of sin and hate. Power and corruption.
Before him were two of the young demons who were caught by his guards. It's so said they were involved in his wife's mysterious disappearance. The two young demons said nothing. They kept muted just looking at the floor in an impassive manner.
"Answer me" he shouted as specks of saliva flew from his mouth. Clenching his fists in tight balls. His aura becoming alarmingly high and sinfully dark.
One of the boys swallowed, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"You will answer when you asked a question from your Lord—answer" the guard at the side slammed the back of his spear on the backs of the two demons. They all hissed at the excruciating pain.
"I order you to speak" the guard shouted again slamming the hard mahogany on their backs.
One of them fell to the floor squirming at the pain, "will you answer or must I use ominous methods?" the guard hissed pulling the hair of one of the demons.
Yet with all the fighting, beating and gushing of ill speech these three spoke nothing but cries.
"I swear by the breathe I have if you do not tell me where my wife has gone and my son further more, you shall face a darkness that has never plagued the walls of hell. And by and by you shall swallow my wrath willingly or unwillingly. Now my fellow demons, answer me or pay a dear price costing you your very existence" the young lord bended his words from jagged metal to smooth silver. With his face exuding a fear that became more apparent which each second, the young lord by name, Battousai, tried to remain strong, rising from suspicions that grew around him.
When he thought of it, he didn't think his family were alive, yet for this strange and apparent reason he has fate somehow they 'perhaps' are alive. If so…he wanted them back, his son in his crib sleeping quietly and his wife, in his arms, where she belonged. Yet as placid and revert as thoughts became he justified life was not something plain and simple, it was more advanced than that.
With each breathe he took he breathed in a sin that his love was-dead?
Clenching his eyes at the bear fact that he loved her and they had their little devil of their own, he faced an invincible hate which had no face by spun like a maelstrom deep in him wrecking all his senses, making him weak.
"Tell me…" he growled lowly, a hate present in his voice…
"Mi–l-ord" spoke one of the half-destroyed bodies on the floor. His body was beaten and welted in the bruises and lacerations, "what you ask" he took a deep gasp of air as the pain in his leg throbbed wildly, "is but gone. Your wife milord-ahhaahah-she is…" he faced a throbbing fire in his leg.
Battousai's body was in a rage, his soul in a fit.
"She is? She is what?" he shouted pulling at the stubborn demon's collar hoisting him at least two inches from the floor, "answer me you pathetic idiot, answer me" he shook him sturdily…
It only made the young demon wince in pain, yet with pain as excruciating as this there was nothing left to offer again, "she is-she is dead" the demon's eyes went white as he fell into the darkness.
Battousai's eyes were opened in shock and disbelief, letting the demon slip from his fingers, Battousai stumbled back, "n-no…not—h-her" Battousai could not believe his love was—dead. Just as he thought, alas it came to pass. Closing his eyes he felt the weight of his lashes on his lids. They were weighed with an invisible grief and burden that caressed him.
My love…why…why have they taken you from me? Why have they taken your life-why?
Beaten by her sweet memories, beaten by the words of the decease demon, Battousai found no corner or heart to cry into. He could only stifle what he felt as it all became distinctively clear this was to make him hurt. But hurt so incredulously that he'd never begin to describe the turmoil of gushing feelings he felt for his gone beauty. Gritting his teeth in anger and sadness, he picked up a sword pointing it at the head of the next demon, "my sonn, where is he?" the sword became dangerously close to the demon's throat…
The demon swallowed… "dead"
Battousai growled, his entire body shook with an irritated anger which breached from beneath his skin to his entire body and aura. Disoriented and broken from all this bad news, he clenched the blade harder trying to exude his frustration by deep breaths. But with each breathe he inhaled, he took in realty, he took in the fact that those he loved, were dead…
Trembling with an unwavering hate, he sent the blade across the demon's neck in a resounding quick strike. Flinging the blade and screaming at the demon in front of him his soul became fired up like a phoenix. Burnt from all that hurt him, Battousai's eyes became a devious shade of electrifying amber rippled with a ring of red, self containing his amber jewels.
"Find out who did this and bring them to me. ALIVEEE! You have your orders, NOW GO!" Battousai was damned for all the worst, his reasons of power were nothing and now he wanted only to taste the death of the one who killed his beloveds.
Smirking sardonically, he rendered it that death would come their hollow way and alas the flight of Lord Battousai would derange them… all in the name of morbidity and revenge.
Sweet Revenge.
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A young woman with distinctive blue eyes as that as the cerulean sky does not falter her steps as she walks into the blackest part of Tokyo. Eyes as that of a snake, follows her, watching her innocent form past them. From sinned women at the side of the road, to men who prefer to stay in shadows, they all watch as one brave girl walk into their territory, bravely in her steps and her head high with a solemn cockiness…
The world is not present as she just walks forward being called by a black liquid mantra, as lacy as a seduction mewl. Again and again it calls at her beating at her bellows, pulling at the strings of her heart, laughing out that she's weak and wants to come.
Evil is strong…
Especially around innocence.
Kaoru walked closer and closer to what seem to be a cry. Blinking back she stopped. 'What am I doing here?' she looked around. It was early morning and she couldn't make out much except wherever she was she came here unconsciously.
'Where am I?' Kaoru asked herself again, trying to make sense of how she could have gotten here. It didn't make sense.
-Wehhhh-Wehhhh-
What sounded as a crying baby, made her arched peculiar brows. Near the forest she walked until she came to trail of-dust…?
'Dust?' hmm—shaking it off her shoulder, she pushed the bushes apart, she saw something kicking and squirming under a black cloak. Kaoru was taken back. Feeling a fear for what lay beneath, the coming of innocence and the crying darkness drew closer.
One innocent let out a hand shakily to see what lay so distress on the floors.
Kaoru gasped.
"A baby?" she blinked back at the now silent baby. His eyes were closed and his little face silent. Kaoru grew worried when she saw a huge symbol, more preferably of tribal design across the child's body. His hair was red like liquid blood. His sweet face was placid and not disturbed.
"H-hello" Kaoru went forward, ready to hold the child.
Immediately the child's undisturbed eyes, awoke to amber eyes that burned with every hint of desire, lust, pain and all the primal negativities that befell man. Kaoru was totally shocked. Somehow she heard the voice again around the child. To her amusement, she went forward holding the child.
"Hello…little kiddie" the child equally amused at the woman that held him, watched her. Yawning tiredly, his little form became slowly limp until he nestled his head against her bosom and fell asleep. Kaoru swallowed, 'how could someone throw their baby away? A sweet baby such as this.' For some reason Kaoru's dream of the running woman with the baby could never be remembered again.
The baby slept soundly. His mission was completed. He had gotten his new enriched innocent mother. Protected by his darkness, Kamiya Kaoru now became the protector of darkness. Who carried darkness without any questions.
Soon it was a matter of time before she became his full mother.
For now he'd have to wait…wait until the moment was right to have the perfect innocent, claimed by the perfect darkness, his father…
Lord Battousai…
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An: Another chapter up and running. To those of you who want an update to my next stories, I'll try and get them updated and online, but its hard coz I have my finals and I can't afford to be online. I get to come online only when I have like-computer class in school…
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