Dark-Kitty: Gender bender, Gender bender. Just for some of the people who are to thick minded to realize it yet! Ta-ta!
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Truth of the Matter
Chapter 2:
Dream
By: darkkittyinbigtrouble
Owned by: Yukiru Sugisaki
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It's difficult to beat an enemy, who has outposts in one's mind.
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It was difficult to function, under the stress of the magic it took to tug that stubborn angel of hell out of the depths of his mind. Satoshi was currently in the position he new all to well, the white inner walls of his mind radiating to the extent of blinding. Lucky for him it was his mind.
But through the abyss of blankness, something caught his eye that wasn't supposed to be there. Something dark pooled infront of him, and with all of his strength he compelled himself not to let out a terrified shriek.
Thousands upon thousands of snowy white feathers littered the illusionary ground, dipping lightly into the mass of blood that surrounded him. Bits of flesh lay scattered in random spots among the magenta pool. Suddenly feeling very sick to his stomach Satoshi took a hesitant step backwards, but only, to his horror, managed to get a couple steps before his foot bumped into something. Slowly he turned around, praying that nothing worse was behind him. When his eyes fell upon it all composer that had been kept within him, keeping him standing at that very moment, collapsed.
Falling backwards Satoshi scrambled to get away from the bloody mass. His movement was etchy and his face was contorted into that of fear. For there lay before him was the body of the demon who plagued his body. The very man who taunted him relentlessly, who took over his mind and used it to his whim. There he lay, face down, his magnificent golden hair splaying around his form, the wings that tore through his body lay in a bloody mass on either side of him. And his back, a jagged cut that penetrated the skin lay open, as if something had burst from inside of him.
Satoshi was in somewhat of a panic now, fighting the bile rising in his throat as his terrified gasps echoed. With a trembling hand he leaned forward, his breathing coming back to him reluctantly. He had to make sure. If he were still alive at least he would show some kind of sign right?
With all gears in his mind screaming 'Just leave! Its not worth it!' Satoshi crawled forward, still trembling terribly. Once he managed to make his way to the body his fingers curled lightly around Krad's chin and turned it slightly to the side. His eyes widened at what he saw.
Krad's once majestic face was lined with thin slices, marking his delicate features. His icy blue eyes were open, yet there was nothing in them. A filmy tint had covered them, giving him the look to be blind. His mouth slightly agape with dried blood crusted on his lips and down his chin.
Something had come from the body he had known to be Krad. And Satoshi, the calm and ever observant genius commander, was very much afraid. It was all so horrifyingly real, that the only conclusion that came to his mind was...
I must be dreaming.
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Dark was utterly speechless for once in his life. What stood before him was not what he had expected, something that he would have never suspected infact. A full-grown woman stood in the place of the commander. A full-grown, naked woman. Blood was caked into her hair, dying it a horrifying magenta that gave it a deathly glow. White wings protruded from her shoulder blades, red streaked through them as well and dripping ever so slowly on the carpet.
Sharp golden eyes were wide and unseeing, as though the woman was off in her own little paradise. Well that's what it would have seemed like if the look of complete bone chilling horror weren't plastered over her features.
Small lines of the same blood that drenched her started streaking down her face, giving her the look of a tourchered soul that had come back from the fiery depths of hell. Her mouth opened ever so slightly drawing in a raged breath.
"Sa..." She whispered, her eyes finally coming into focus and swelling up with tears as the terror became more apparent .
But before she could finish what she had started saying her voice cracked and she in took a sharp breath. With a weak cough blood spurted from her mouth and down her chin and down her slick, unclothed body. And with a tragic grace, she fell to her knees clutching her head, hot tears pouring down her face and mixing with the blood.
"Satoshi…" She whimpered as her eyes drooped wearily and started to fall forward, but this time someone was there to catch her.
Emiko held fast to the unconscious girl in her arms, a determined look upon her face. "Dad, go upstairs and run a bath. We need to get this blood off of her." She said in a very demanding manor.
"Dark snap out of it and help me." She said lifting the surprisingly light woman into her arms.
Dark, immediately snapping to attention, was at Emiko's side in a heartbeat. "What do you need me to do?"
"Go up into my room and find some spare clothes that'll probably fit her." She said Dark quickly doing so ran upstairs. Emiko on the other hand was heading towards the bathroom were Daiki had prepared a bath.
After sending her father out she carefully lowered the female angel into the bathtub and quickly got to work. The dried blood flaked off immediately as hit the water, and her hair was changing from a sickly magenta to a magnificent gold that seemed unearthly. Her breathing was slow and even and her face was slack.
Breathing a sigh of relief Emiko found that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the woman's body, but internal damage was another story. It was plain that a few of her ribs were broken, and dark bruises covered her arms and legs, no doubt there was some internal bleeding as well.
Emiko jumped slightly when there was a knock on the door and Darks head peered in. "Got some clothes." He said opening the door fully and stepping in. His gaze falling on the person occupying the tub. "She looks just like Krad." He said, focusing on her face.
Emiko nodded, standing up and taking the clothes that Dark had retrieved. "Yes." She said looking back at her. "Now, would you be so kind as to help me dry her off." She said picking up a towel and grinning.
Dark blinked a few time, and returned the gesture. Emiko's enthusiasm never ceased to amaze him sometimes, even in the worst of situations.
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Dark-Kitty: Well then, it sure has been a while hasn't it! Heh, well I had major writers block on this until about 10 minutes ago when I was suddenly struck with a brilliant idea!…Okay so maybe it wasn't so brilliant, but hey it got the job done right? Right. So without further ado, R&R! And thank you to all those who watch and read this story, it really makes a difference! Oh and sorry about the length as well. -whimper- I'm just no good at this...