Potato cream cheese.
Chocolate covered ants.
Monster-covered pizza.
Lead-filled pie.
...All of that crap sounds like it would taste real bad...
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ONWARDS!
Zig jumped on the man, cursing as she lashed out
Hank was on the ground, dying, and no one was around to help.
Hank, the boy that was always smiling.
The one to make everyone happy.
Stupid loveable Hank.
…Dying.
…Because of something she did.
The man smirked, "So, it would finally seem as if you're ready to be serious, hmm?" He murmured, pulling out his gun to fire, aiming for her arm, as she advanced, "Don't worry, you can die, just like your friend! Slowly and painfully…Knowing that no one will ever have time…No, the care…To help you."
That only made Zig angrier, as she dashed forward, swiping at his skin. She felt pride, watching the man bleed, but it all burned away when he laughed.
"That's the spirit! Hit me with all you have…従姉妹."
That word threw her off. She backed up, eyes narrowed. Now that she wasn't in total blind rage...This man…He…But it couldn't be…He was dead...
The man smirked, "Does little Konomiya remember?"
Just like that, it all came to slap her in the face. A bench of wood, painted gold and shaped to perfection. A Sakura tree hanging over it. A boy, about five years older, smiling down at her, holding out a flower…
…But he was dead…Or so she thought…?
"…Uragi?"
The man laughed, "About time! I haven't heard that name in years…I prefer Itward now."
"…Why?" Zig asked, voice breaking, "Why did you leave? You promised me that you wouldn't, that you'd stay by my side!...You're the reason I don't trust others anymore…"
The man, Itward, whistled, "You always were very fragile, Zizi."
"Don't call me that." Zig growled, her grip on the katana tightening, "You left me…You're dead to me!"
"Funny, I'm your only remaining family member."
Zig's expression fell, eyes watering slightly, "…You told me many lies, Uragi Rimono…You told me many tall tales…Why?"
Itward's smile grinned a dark component, "Why, to get you to do the dirty work, of course!"
Just like that, Zig's world fell apart, crumbling grain by grain. It felt terrible, to feel like something in your life, someone important, died…Only to see them come back.
With the intent to hurt you again.
She growled, forcing herself to get back up. She wouldn't allow herself to fall apart, not like this, "I'll most likely never trust anyone fully again…But, at least…I can make sure to save others…From your lies."
Itward laughed, "Me? How will you do that, little child? In Japan, I was a foolish little boy with the dream of traveling the world. And even then, I used you, Zig; if that's what you call yourself now."
He spread his arms, as if the scene of blood and decay was his artwork, "And look at where I am! I'm at the top, nothing like how it was in Japan. Here, I'm in charge! I'm free! No more 'Lord Rimono', nothing to stop me from being all powerful! I have an army to control, riches to use, and everything at the reach of my fingers."
"So this is all of it to you!?" Zig shouted, eyes narrowed. This wasn't her loving cousin. This wasn't the boy that promised her freedom, the naïve child that had a dream.
This was the corrupt form.
THIS…THIS is what was left.
Itward laughed, "All and more, child. When will you children learn to open your eyes? Stop dreaming; wake up to reality! The real world is nothing like you imagination, it's cruel. It's harsh. Unless you can be more so. Once you've learned the rules of life, you find the loopholes."
Zig growled, before going in for a flurry of attacks, all of them on their mark, only to have the man still standing, his gleaming, "…I've seen this in you, ever since we were kids. You've allowed your naïve greed to consume you, Uragi."
Itward scowled, "Do NOT call me that. I am no longer Uragi, the tiny scrawny child of the great lord Rimono. Now, I am Itward, the strong and mighty!"
Zig gnashed her teeth, rolling to the side to avoid a volley of bullets, "Uragi wasn't weak! He was kind, gentle, loving…All of which you're not!"
"Bah, Uragi could only do so much; he was a child! I am a man! Besides, hypocrite, you're no different." Itward said, a smile on his face, while watching Zig's face fall, "Oh? Don't act like I don't know of what you've done, Kono. We've got a spy in your system, updating us on anything and everything. He's told me of the fear you inflict for power, how you make your way to the top, and made sure that no one would follow you by inflicting fear on others. It amazes me that Erin has yet to see…We're exactly the same."
Zig shook her head, going in for a cut to the neck, only to have him grab the blade again, "We can keep this up forever, Zig. I can't feel pain thanks to some American drugs, and if you do try to kill me, I can stop it with ease."
He smirked, pushing her back, his hands covered in blood from the single large gaps in each hand. Zig was breathing hard by now, trying not to collapse from the simplest exhaustion.
Itward gave her a look, "…Just give up already, Zig. You can't win. You can try, but you'll never win. You're not Erin. You can try all you want, nothing can help you. You'll slowly be eaten away by your envy. And nothing, no one, can save you."
Zig let out a roar, making a swipe for Itward, only to have him move, smirking, "I think that my fun has lasted, don't you? You're friend will be dead in a matter of moment, and you'll be joining him."
She wanted to yell back, to scream at him, to tell him wrong; and, for once, she had no real problem rethinking her words and saying them, as Hank was pulled away, "…He's going to be fine; just like me…I can't say the same for you."
Itward's eyes widened as he looked about for the body, only to find a boy running off, Hank's limp body thrown over his shoulder, before the two disappeared behind the wall, into the base's security. She'd have to remember to thank Kian, but that would have to come later on, she leveled her katana with new vigor, new hope.
A new thirst of vengeance.
"I will be fine. My friends…My brothers, I will make sure to save and help those who I can." She said, a new type of courage in her tone, "I'll make sure that you won't breathe any longer."
Itward laughed, but there was something different. Fear laced his eyes, "Come on then, little girl! Show me your moves!"
Sebastian had yet to move.
He was still in his shock, while looking down at the body.
Erin's body.
Even in the final moments, she was smiling. That troublemaking smile that once promised mischief, fun, jokes…
…Now, it was only a memory of what she did before dying.
He couldn't scrub her last words, which only made him feel worse. She'd confessed, right before dying, right there in his embrace.
For once in a very long time, he felt something, something that pulled at his black heart.
Regret.
He was so…lost. This girl, this CHILD, died for his sake. But why?
From what he knew, this bright little girl had a lot going for her, she was happy where she was, and adding on to the fact that Sebastian wouldn't die; rather, he'd be stuck in hell for a few thousand years.
…But…It still baffled him…That she'd brought herself…To LOVE him…
He shook his head. It must have been simple scared rambling. Many other people did that, saying what they didn't mean right before death.
…And yet…Even more admitted everything before dying…
He shook his head, giving Erin a look, "…You're such a kid."
Silence.
It was only now that it had began to settle in, the mere thought, now a reality.
Erin was dead.
He shook Erin's shoulders lightly, a small and pained smile, "Come on now, wake up. Come on, Erin; don't leave."
Silence.
He began to panic. He didn't want to believe it, the only one who saw him as an equal, the only one who could bring herself to laugh at him, laugh with him, "This isn't funny, Erin. Wake up."
Silence.
This was too much of a roller coaster for him. At first, he tried to hold on for her sake, only to feel little to nothing besides confusion after her passing. And now...Now he'd give anything to bring her back, "Don't joke around now, darling! This isn't the time for that. It's not the time to be making some sort of dark joke!"
Silence.
"Do you find this funny? Do you want me to laugh?" Sebastian forced a laugh to come out of his throat, "Happy now? Come on, please, wake up! I'm not joking, Erin! Don't leave me alone!"
When all else failed, he simply sat there, face dropping. Nothing else could be done…
…Or could it?
He looked her over again, her body still much to warm for a normal human. There was a chance, a very small chance to bring her back…
He would have to try.
With a shaky gasp, he placed his lips over Erin's, slowly sucking the soul out. It was an interesting flavor, the sweet of her kindness, the bitter and sour from her sorrow, the spicy from her anger, with a hint of…Mint?
He shook his head, forcing the soul down, before closing his eyes. In himself, he split his own black heart, before forcing it back into Erin's body.
He kept his lips there even when the deed was done, hoping that he'd never have to part, when it hit him.
He, the soulless demon, the one who never had a problem with death, the one who wouldn't even flinch if he were to eat Ciel's soul…
…He loved her.
He threw the thought out of his mind, scowling. He'd care about that later, he thought, as he continued to look Erin over.
If anything, her body was getting colder faster now, her skin turning to the lightest shade of blue. His eyes widened, if anything, now she was dying faster!
He cursed himself, before simply cradling her close, the emotion to much to take.
The one time that she needed him most, he'd failed her.
And he'd never forgive himself.
Suddenly, her skin blasted with warmth, a temperature so hot, her skin was steaming lightly, even then, he didn't let her go. Quickly, he placed his head on her chest, only to find silence, "Come on, Erin...Come back to me..."
He heard a low sign, before a beat. Followed by another. Sebastian smiled, nothing could stop it, as he heard her heartbeat going.
She was alive!
He heard her let out a strangled gasp, and leaned back, as she opened her eyes. That was the new thing. Her once periwinkle eyes, that innocent color, was now a blood red, with cat-like pupils.
She blinked, the color leaving with it, as she finally came through, "…Am I in hell?"
Sebastian laughed, a low and rich tone, "No, my dear. You're back in the world of the living."
Erin nodded, before her eyes went wide for a few moments, "…Oh…Umm, could you…let me go?"
It was only now that he noticed the vice-like grip he kept on her, as if she'd slip back into an endless sleep. He nodded, smiling, "Yes…Yes, of course…" He murmured, letting her go, before standing up.
He looked around, only now noticing it, "…Claude has escaped."
Erin looked around, her knees a little wobbly, as she went to pick up her cane and gun, "Yeah, yeah he did."
He regarded her for a few moments, how she wouldn't look at him, "…Erin? Is something wrong?"
She shook her head, before giving him an ...emotionless look, "No…I'm fine…But I…I feel different…What happened?"
Sebastian rubbed his hands together, "…I brought you back, as simple as that."
Erin gave him a look, eyes flashing that demonic color, "…You can't simply reanimate someone, Sebastian. You DID something, and I want to know what."
Sebastian sighed, "…I gave you part of my black heart."
Erin's eyes widened, looking at her hands as if she'd grown three extra fingers, "…Does that mean…?"
"Yes. Erin. You're part demon now."
Erin's eyes changed, going from red to that light blue, her expression shocked and…scared?
"Erin? What's wrong?"
"…What…Am I?"
Sebastian tilted his head to the side, reaching out to touch her shoulder, "Erin-."
Sebastian didn't have the time to register it, but before he could touch her shoulder, she grabbed his hand, eyes burning with a sudden rage.
A demonic rage.
Erin shook her head, quickly letting go of his wrists, "…I'm fine…" She murmured, before her eyes widened, "Of God, I need to get back at the base! They need me!" She groaned.
Sebastian nodded, before watching Erin look around, "Is something wrong?"
Erin shrugged, trying to play off the panic in her eyes, "Everything just feels…different." She murmured, before waving it off, "But that doesn't matter. We need to get back Fang!"
This time, it took only nine seconds for the tiger to come bounding in, back arched and growling. Erin wanted to smile, but for some reason, she couldn't, "Come on, boy. We need to get back."
Fang stalked over, rubbing his head on her hand, before jumping back, giving her a look, growling lightly. Erin sighed, "You too? Fang, I'm fine, but right now, I don't matter."
He sniffed her hand, only to growl, gnashing his teeth at Sebastian, putting himself between the two. Erin sighed, "Fang, I'm fine. But the base won't be if you can't get me to London quickly."
Fang growled for a few more moments, before arching his back, allowing Erin to get on. Erin nodded to Sebastian, "I'll see you later…I guess."
"I'll help you gang." Sebastian said, leaving little room for argument.
"No." She said just as defiant as Sebastian, "You should be at Ciel's side, not mine."
"That's not the point." Sebastian murmured, giving her a look.
Erin sighed, holding her face, "Look, thank you for...Whatever you did, but right now, I need to go. Following me won't gain you anything."
"…Is that so?" Sebastian growled lightly, growling ever so slightly angry, "I'm going to help you."
Erin sighed, giving him a look, before saying something surprising, "…I don't want you to get hurt because of me…Just go."
"I won't leave you again."
Erin felt something pull on her heartstrings, before shaking her head. He was a heartless demon with something to gain. She was now a part of him, meaning that she was no different.
She sighed, before backing away, urging Fang to walk to the door, "…I won't stop you…" She murmured, before Fang dashed off. Erin held on tightly to his fur, keeping her head low, while Fang made the run for the both of them.
She forced herself to remain calm, ignoring the turmoil of emotions in her head, "He doesn't care…He's just doing this to toy with me…"
She pressed her eyes shut, "He doesn't care for me...The way that I care for him…"
She sighed, letting it all go, before allowing a smile to cross her face. An emotionless expression with mere dull eyes, which quickly flashed a dark red.
"…I can love him as much as I want…In the end, all I am...Is his play thing."
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Amy: I had a hell of a lot of rviews; people love me.
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