AN: my brain was annoying me saying i haven't finish this and could end it in like a chapter or two... i thinking that i could end it on this chapter i tried crafting it.

short story is i hated it, long story is i needed to stretch it to one more chapter... i think and then it could end.

does anyone have a name of a book that work in the psychology and examples of how it could happen (with list of examples) ways to cope or how that person deals with it and finally how to professionally deal with it, yknow help because i am severely weak on that aspect.

Chapter 6 - comfortable lie

-Beeping noise awoke her from her peaceful slumber, a flick of her psychic powers quickly still the annoyance, the dreams vague and quickly forgotten to reality. She shrugs and stretches happily yawning the kinks off her gears and a lose shake, one foot after the other she carries herself towards her bathroom to freshen up.

Dressed in her assistance clothing of blue and green suit with her white lab coat more prim and proper (she thanks the printing machines and designers), the sort of official look one would want to exude from the right hand to a legendary, a God of invention Riku.

Her lapse of memory was caused after she had made a bargain with the deity her life for something apparently quite silly because when questioned the young lord, gave a sad knowing smile... Since then it had been 5 happy years assisting the development of the people on this little island of ours. Her… species, her old tribe at very least, does not want to muddle too close to her for reason unknown to her

-*muffle crack*-

But there are other tribes all over, and we are in good relation apparently I visit few already in my younger days delivering item odds and ends but now? Under the deity sanctuary I learn (downloaded) everything under the sun from farming to building a space crafts, though my master forbade me to learn leisure craft such as the arts, cooking, music ect (unless the requirement is none negotiable). In that manner saying it would lose the magic of achievements plus it would stave off boredom… my deity can be dumb, even if I know the HOWs does not mean, i cannot make new piece of art, music or dish but I refrain myself.

-*smokey wisp*-

Knocking on the boy-her master bedroom knowing of his slight… oddity for unofficial long lapse of restoration when slept and bouts of unrestrained endurance and neglect of said rest most days of his weeks to months... It took a few years of her putting her foot down and nag her deity before he had it a habit of sleeping like a norm-SANE race. It messes how her schedule are so flip the table because Arceus forbid he blew his brain thinking about another "great idea!"then burn himself out. She walk right in without much waiting for confirmation. There are a many a ways to wake up the lord, but not many to escape his wrath, whoever attack this deity to wake him is stupidity reborn finest king and/or queen of the highest order that deserve neither one pity nor two compassion but third awarded for surviving their witless attempt rouse the sleeping dragon.

Skipping to, 'this is one of my most favourite part of the day', I poked, prodded and lightly pinch the soft unbelievably satisfying cheeks of the small powerful legendary before securing my bags of tricks and treats under my large inner coat pockets.

I brought out my treats, a salivating chocolate chip cookies, I waft the scent above his nose almost blowing it. I can see petite movements under his eye lids, a small twitch, a mouth watering smile egging him to open his jaw and wolf down the ethereal dessert, the mythical candy, the dreamy sweet dish.

His lips wet. I bound closer blowing the perfume of the delectable treat. His mouth pressing, gently wavers the light clenching and unclenching of mandible in a sort of chewing motion.

-*muffle wisp*-

Block still by his lips, as I floats and re-angle my tricks. A slice of a thick skin, dessert dry tasteless purple double cone berry to the edge of his breath readying to drop the hook, keeping her treat to herself. The trick is a common plant medicine to wake anyone up from their slumber but at the cost of awefully thirsty, the chesto berry.

"...come on…." she whine "…open up…"

Impatiently she crushes a few crumbs on her fingers and started to gently spread his lips, the sugary lumps already working to her advantage as his lips parted slightly letting his painfully slow tongue sleepily nibble the base of his lips until he started expanding wider and wider, finally wide enough that she can-

"ughh..!"

Implement her medicine.

With a smile a mile or two wide I greets my beloved Master.

"Good morning my lord"

His eyes narrows, face tight and very much sand for mouth reply back.

"... i swear your training me to hate cookies…"

"NONESENCE!" she yelled "But if you ever get such a horrendous condition my lord, it will be my honour as your servant to ea-appropriate your portion my lord!" she reason soundly.

"right right…" her lord chuckles dryly

His lethargic start was rocket out, almost as if something had clicked and he quickly freshen himself up while she sets up the table for light breakfast. A slice of bread, some fruits/veggies and small piece of AR (artificial) meat ready. But before she can take a bite-

*BANG*

His bedroom door was kicked down by one of the friendly psychic.

"Good morning little rock!" the long green hair wave and yell happily, "dung…" then nodded with a frown to her lord which he smile and lightly wave back to her.

"lets go exercise together!-not you shit fuck." she all but drag her out denying any comeback.

"W-Wait! Touch water!-RIKU DON'T EAT MY FFOOODDD!" she yelled back into the room.

-*smoke cover wisp*-

A tiring but refreshing quick exercise with some gossips and with the new girl that apparent knew her…

-*in the dark a figure picks up a stick*-

Her job had her stuck close to her lord most days, offering advice to the different tribes and events for the inhabitants of the island….

-*the figure pokes the flame, bored but seemingly content to stare at the fire in the middle of a dark forest*-

She spent sometime with the orphans or touch water when she is not too busy, her work felt meaningful, she feels happy to bring them smiles it was… peaceful… so…

-*a figure walks towards her fire, ignoring the figure to stroke the flames, feeding a few twig odds and ends. The light bouncing off the dark fog forms novel clouds of her copy.

"...I'm late" the boy stingily appointed.

She chooses to continue to ignore him, to spite her captor.

*swooh*

*SWoosh* *swiSH*

The tattooed boy duck, swinging his right but was redirected by the shard who retaliated with a kick but was block.

I see my opening.

Fist met flesh as the boy head scrapes dirt but was quickly recovered in a blink on an eye raining fist met fist in a sort of 3 way tug of war.

Right foot-block, right elbow-dodge, duck under shard blows as a distraction switch places.

'left leg sweep' shard rung in my head

'3, 2….' it timed

"NOW!"

A perfect disruption from over extending his tattooed fist which was latched and pulled by the shard who is more than happy to firmly commit planting both its feet to the to boy face. Couldn't let these spring chicken out him yet. Acts of fire rocket his right leg as he sweep the boy footing, his fire beyblade execute the brat foundation, my aged bone strain slightly, the shard and its true body airborne.

With manic GLEE the shard pushes with more brute strength in its deceptive small body tunnelling his true body into landscape with a single kick from both his feet.

We waited a few breath for the earth to stop shaking.

"HA!" the shard yell into the hole flexing both body and wit

"you ok in there, seems a little limp from being de-FEET-ed"

A groan escape the hole.

"don't worry you seem like a well GROuNDED individual you'll get right back up as long as you don't get TUNNEL vision"

A long suffering sigh escape as the boy climb out of his previous seeding dirt and dust cling to him as he glare lightly at his creation.

"your an ass" smile the boy as his restrictive tattoos recedes.

"ahh…" it nodded "the hermit has finally come out of his cave to experience the truest of life!" the shard wave his hand and the hole disappear along with all the damage done to the rocks, earth and greens.

"don't worry about your old cave we still have things your familiar with, like us kicking your ass!" the shard smile brightly.

I shook my head as they continue their banter, I check the sky trying to tell time naturally than that of machines… it felt MORE natural, at peace with my world than relying on such. Clapping my hands together signalling for a break of snacks and tea, our session ending and wanting more time to housekeep the ongoings with the island and the child legendary. The shard wave departing us for more challenging opponents yelling about believing itself to be number one most skill 11 year old of all time and for us to "believing it"… We old bones seems to forget that the young never quite run out of steam, and could only point direction from experience rather than overwatch them unless they want to run out of steam.

Grin my fire lick in amusement.

"tea?" my tail flick to and fro lightly

My question met a defeated sigh.

"please…"

….…

….….

….…..

"...some of the alakazam tribes are willing to join us on the moon if we can show that the sky leviathan God let us…" he flips a clipboard from his green hair fairy who left us to our devices his fingers tapping the table.

"The rhyperior/true rock tribes are happy traders, tho they are competing with golem/tecton guard tribe which means we can't quite invite them unless we have something they REALLY want…" he taps his chin but shook his head and continued , knee bouncing.

"and negotiation is going well with the steelixes trade of rare minerals for supply of consistent nutritious pellets, small but filling… although might have to watch out about earthquakes and caves in if their population gets too high… hmmm…" indecision he shook his head again as he ran his fingers against the wood.

*tap,taptap,tap…*

"I would love the ninetail mystic fox tribe on the island but they refused contact and infernape your group are isolationist unless to seek a worthy foe."

A pregnant pause he took a quick glance at the door.

"... …The metalgross/steel four tribe are our main allies as long as we give them access to machinery and information they are on board with our goals" the legendary kit sips

"and what is that?" I question

"the long term survival of intelligent life and the construction of a type one civilization." he chewed on a piece of red fruit.

I nodded "pretend I don't know what that is?" I nudge

"knowing how to use all available resources on the planet to provide itself sustainably… without fucking that up" he… froze for a moment.

I scratched my fire mane and taking a questioning look at him.

"...what?"

"that should be my question" tapping my fingers "we don't have any use for these machines because most would simply don't know how to build them and powering them would be as easy as making a deal with an electric tribal or the very least those who could energies them so I ask again…" I lean back, thinking about our prospective lords/gods/legendaries/divinity being aspect of our continue healthy survival that manage the lands and destroy those who seek to unbalance the world and healers of all sorts of legends.

The kit is new.

"what is it that you want?" I stare at the whispering schools of leaves and wind, today a lovely sunny day,the breeze just right, the clouds are parted and our fist strong.

"... colonized space?" he suggested

"you said that there are others like us in space, that might cause a war by simply springing out this world for a quick peek." I look at the kit.

"..." he sighs "it won't be like that… I think…I just, wanted the best possible way to make sure that if something happens… something… Apocalyptic then you have options… I have options…" he answered

I nodded continue to stare at the majesty of the island.

"i'm not saying the progress is bad, I'm worried your rushing things-centuries old bones and stone of what should and would… we have not even ignite the match what some of these wonders, your creations, will do to us… are you leaving sooner then?"

Silence.

"... One year, in one year my shards said I am "too stupid" and vote me out of my original plan…. what am I doing wrong?!" the kit rubs his forehead.

"rushing things?" I replied

"BUT THEY'RE ME! WHY ARE MOST OF THEM SO DIFFERENT?! they don't even file their memories anymore! they just put in facts like a dry text book! A TEXT BOOK!" he deflates.

I pat him on the shoulder.

"there there, no child is really ever their parent after all!" I smirk holding my laughter as his glare does nothing to help his predicament.

"fuck you old monkey"

"HUUHOOHUU-HAA HAAA!" my laughter kicking a storm. The kit just snorted and ignored the old flame.

After calming down we went back to consider the most urgent matter… leadership or what I like to call the kit love life.

I'll try not to smirk of a smile in any fashion.

"so… has the green hair accept you in her soul yet"

"i swear to god I will murder you with a banana!"

"A good death in battle is what all my tribe could ever ask for!" I shot back happily.

He grumbled something inaudible.

"for your information, no! I am not trying to "win her soul" for romanticism, I'm trying to let her have her body back so she doesn't hurt or kill either herself or the people around her associated to me." his nose flare

"oohhh you brutee! What did you do?!" I knew of the reply, it was better than I would've hope but in some ways worse due to the idea of his powers, a warrior death might have been better she is old enough after all.

"you know EXACTLY what I did, my powers gave me unlimited access to control someone mind as long as they are not stronger or equal to my level but not the soul. And I know this now, I rip and tear her mind again and again until I I got that answer, I just thank my good star that I kept copies of her original memories…" the shadow cast.

"i want her back and healthy… I could lie to her but not her soul… I… I've been trying to talk to her but she keeps ignoring me… it's like talking to a brick wall, a stubborn brick wall. honestly if it wasn't for the fact that I'm not sure whether or not the mind control will still have a long term effect if I'm on this world or not then I would've just mind control her to be the next best/healthy leader as I could think of!" the kit ranted.

I thought a moment, my flame flick side to side for a few

"... why must it be her?" pique

A quiet sigh escape the kit.

"her specie is know as a natural empathic, she already has a pretty good body to hold her powers it just needs a few tweaks, she has been with me the longest now working with the machinery and my ideals, not only that but she has been through a lot of already and will look into a more realist option… it… also personal" a snort escape me before I could stop it.

I wave for him to continue.

Hehe he's glaring, the love bird "… when I first visit this world, it has been a long time… sh..she came to ask to assist…"

I quieten.

"i fucked up. i overreacted, I am powerful, I have killed planets, destroyed Gods to gain as much power as I do now… I've reached the LIMIT of my growth and a stranger just put her foot down and demand someone who held power to protect, a guardian, parent… something-"

"so it was her, I heard rumours but… heh God of death is a kit after all!" I interrupted his tale, there was nothing productive to this climb after all.

"you bet your sweet fire elemental I am, how does it feel to know that you are going to face the most powerful being on the planet as your final opponent?" he smirk.

"last time I check I "de-FEET" you! Haha!"

He smile, slightly bitter but… now thats an idea.

I stand and stretch, patting him on the shoulder trying to remember the sentence one of his shards said often.

Pausing a moment I narrow the phrasing.

'what was it, what was it?… ah.'

"i gut'cha phem!"

I left the bewildered kit, the god of death, with a fond smile.

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'something is wrong'

In the heart of the eternally dark forest there sat a woman with pale skin, a grass green dress, hair and earthly brown eyes. This was like any other day, the cold rustling of wind, the thumping crackle like whipping of vines and… the ever presence… eyes… but his visit, more late than early, never missed… his visits-THIS visit… surprised her like icicles would do to climb and dig at her spine.

She heard two pairs of foot step, she hammers her emotions with what seemed eons of practice being held here.

The vibration of clench, crunches and crushed leaves and twigs seem closer and closer.

She keeps her gaze on the ground, steady, the very highest that she allows herself is to her fire, the only time she moves higher is when she truly feel the grim has well and truly left. Her fire secured. Then she brought herself the luxuries of chores or when the angry glares become too much, when truly exhausted that she would stare at the spectral clouds/smokes that hallucinate escapism…

'Her "new" life.' A few shaky pops and crackles from her camp fire as her iris remain on eden.

One of the sets took a breath in surprise, the other heavier one plant itself, stilled and solid… keeping my eyes low my focus firmly on my task, body automation as best I can, the last "fuck you" to my jailer.

"... Little rock…?"

I stilled the moment, then curse internally- how?

'he is a God, he can-the illusion will go away soon as long as you don't give anything to him' I reasoned. Then whirl the "Why?" it only took a few second for her to complete that inquiry.

'I am his play thing, my mind already been breached, changed and experimented to whatever point he see fit. The next logical step would be here… my soul…'

Anger flow inward not a spill in sight, demon bastard finally decide to end its game… to dupe, delude deceive her… his entertainment now firmly place on her soul, ignoring her mind as he finally conclude whatever he wanted to do, Abominable. The fire needles hot on her skin.

She bet he wanted to see how she would give in, to see what and how she would react to people, objects, elemental or any other corrupted demonic god does, her best friend her ONLY living friend is the first of many… her only escape is through death… her only escape from feeding his sadism.

HAteful fucker.

With deliberate effort she carried on her task, ignoring the bright rage and heat of the blaze, she picks twigs and other inane objects to feed her bonfire a poke here, listlessly staring there and very much tuning anything and everything out from the invaders or a equivalent herculean attempt at the task.

Her sweat is a lie.

one of the set of foot step came closer

"...little rock, its me touch water"

'No. No you are not.'enduring she swelter on drip and dropping seemingly closer to the fire, deadlock on the increasing crackle and wisp of her flames.

Eyes down, her locomotion was as lifeless as her fate

"... I heard everything from the shit" the imaginary frie-no the fake growl "and fire fist…" hot rage needed more fuel not enough noise.

'No you did not. You do not' she slowly move to grab accumulated twigs pile, ignoring the increasing heat careful to keep her phantom emotions from boiling over to her limbs. It would only give HIM the satisfaction, avoiding the vain lie as she could fiercely reject.

She continue on her story to which she chooses to focus her attention elsewhere, her fire.

The fire that kept her warm.

The fire that kept her safe.

The fire that kept her SEEN.

The fire keeps growing louder and louder masking the conversation with only a few snip bits of sentences lasting no more than a few words bleeding through. A haze, she felt floaty almost to the point that she could slip in and sleep but she held on. The strange semi-dream/nightmare from her campfire to the fake bedroom she would hallucinate from her time, distract her most assured fabricated childhood friend.

Her will, her fire, her flames crackle and break drowning out her sister voice.

She desperately wanted to, needed to, ignore them or make them leave or to act or cry or SOMETHING other than enduring this God aweful pain! So much so that it felt like her gut, heart and throat had been stab repeatedly and kept on twisting from holding, enduring, her hold slipping. Please PLEASE! Make these ill illusion end-to stop it please lord Arcues! This torture had gone enough. This is too cold and heartless even for him, to let my friend my sister see me like this, the zest pool of my own sins-my filth the vomit that I could not swallow and left covering myself, the night stand and my bed that I lay, the filth MY FILTH-

The soft warm arms wrapped around mine protectively, I was shaking, I can smell the slight stop glue thats been over powered by flowers… blue jade I think? Why was I shaking?

Her control collapse, broken the eons of years of isolation by a mere embrace her dignity shattered and laid bare in front of her best friend, her sister in arms.

Her fire erractic, the slow wail of utter defeat.

I balled my eyes out begging her to stop begging him to end her misery.

Saying she isn't real, none of it is and willing to comply as long as he stop the torture!

To end her why won't he end her! Only to be held tighter by her sister scowl defying him almost egging him to try.

Desperately wanting to push her away denying the sun warmth she had not felt in centuries but have no power to do so, her knees weak and arms longing nothing but the embrace of another.

This dam has a hole… and it was years coming…

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After she calmed down her eyes rub red raw and willing to listen with touch water arms held tightly and growling at me, the act made her look like a mother tiger defending her cub. By all the gods and holiest of hell you can growl and hit me as much as you want because you have made more progress than 5 fucking years worth of me dicking round in the hope that something will fix her!

I'm freaking baking them cookies, fuck I'm baking her a goddamn cake if she wants!

I just hope all the hypnotism and mind control doesn't have any side effects.

Eh, probably not…

.Shit.

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AN: see you in a month i guess if not then i'm dead from corona most likely or i've binge my ass off on some more fiction. i hate the idea of not having some form of ending and i already have 3 different ending for this one story so my brain pretty much nag me until i couldn't ignore it no longer.