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I suddenly felt both of my guardians' hands go limp and looking up I saw that my mom's eyes were fixated on the vortex, out of which two people were striding out of leisurely. Slowly, I forced myself to look closer.
The first thing that I found my self looking at was... a pair of eyes, the right a bright gold. The other a light gray... the same color as my own eyes.
Only one word escaped my mother, Lenalee Lee's, lips.
"Allen."
I found myself looking at this stern eyes man, and felt a strange sense of fear. Though I guess that I wasn't the only, seeing as the entire room had silenced. Mr. Kanda and Alma gazed at the spot where Chéri had fallen not a moment ago from our sight.
"It's seems that hey are too stunned to speak lad." Another man strode out of the portal, his long dark hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, his gold eyes glinting with a sort of malice that you would find in a murderer.
"Aw, by quiet Tyki, you ruined the moment!" the girl behind their leader chided, her black hair was childishly cut and glinted an almost blue in the light. What moment? There was no goddamning moment anywhere, there was just silence. Alma was the first one out of the trance, and he went at them screaming. Never before had I seen someone normally so happy, so angered. Then again I had never seen a battle in war.
He raced at the leader, though the girl stepped out with ease and pointed to him, and there was a moment of quiet before he utterly crumpled to the ground.
"Sleep tight for a while." She said with a wink though there was a sinister gleam in her eyes as the other tan skinned subordinate looked at the youth on the ground and muttered lightly, "Tease," A glowing purple swarm for what looked to be butterflies appeared from his hand, as he flicked his wrist, "Eat him."
This was pissing me off. Then again I always go pissed off when I didn't understand what was going on. I suddenly felt a strange power begin to awaken inside my veins: Innocence.
Innovate.
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"Sword of Exoticism!"
Chéri's dulled ears, barely manage to capture the voice in her mind though it seemed to fade and morph so that the voice was unrecognisable. A man and woman, it seemed to fit into both categories.
Blearily, blue eyes formed slits and the world forced its way back into her mind. Shakily she looked down and noted the pool of her own scarlet live line pooling beneath her and her sences sharped, and strength seemed to return for a moment. She just needed to give them the upper hand, then she could sleep. Just... a... little... while... longer.
"FLEUR DE MORTE!"
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Kanda had often watched silently as Cheri and Alma race forward on to the battleground and watched them both fall. It happened so may times before that he was quite used to it. Besides, teens had unnatraully thick skulls, to prevent anymore damage to be placed on them than absolutely necessary. That was the only logical explanation on why they were also so stubborn and never learned no matter how many times they fought.
He watched as the Moyashi's brat rushed forward to fight the man in the front. Teenagers. In a flash he had unsheathed Mugan and sent a swarm of Hell Insects at the Noahs, hopefully creating enough distraction to allow the girl to get in a good hot or two and give him enough time to get his idiot of an adopted son off his lazy ass and up and fighting again.
Rushing forward, he was blocked by a swarm of Tease as the separated him and the limp form of the soon-to-be-eighteen year old with their fluttering wings of purple and black. He could feel their small mouths take out chunks of his flesh when Lena's scream ripped through the air. Kuso.
"Nigentou:HAKKA TOUROU!"
"Tarjetas Santas: Rubor Real!"
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Innocence glowed around me in defense as I launched myself at the man again though once again he simply blocked and threw me away as though I was a pesky bug. His eyes were not on me, oh no, he seemed to not even to give a freakin' damn. Though every time that I attacked he became edgy, as if he was slightly worried that I had no idea what I was doing (Which I didn't.) and was going to somehow harm myself. (Which I probably was.)
Light blinded my eyes as to blurs raced past me, not aiming for the man that I was fighting, but his two colleges. A shrowd of black hair and glimmer of steel colored eyes reminded me that this was probably not my battle. I heard Mom take off in to the air behind me somewhere, and Uncle Link's switch blades clink.
I noted that Alma was once again up and settling himself in the hordes of Akuma his cards creating a sort of barrier between us and the bullets of the demons. He was out for blood, that much was obvious the way that he slashed at the swarms without one target and the way that though the dark liquid of the creatures splattered against his black clothing he didn't seem to notice. There was a grace of fury in his movements that I would never match, no matter how hard I could try. Revenge was a powerful reason for anger, and with that anger death seemed to stalk silently.
I caught a movement out of the corner of my eyesight and readied myself to block the oncoming attack. Though I could not seem to move, it seemed at though I was nothing more than a statue waiting for some little boy to break me... and that one of the tan men was flying at me. My legs stayed rooted to the ground as I braced my body for a full head on blow.
Though it never came.
"Innocence Activate: Heaven's Tune!" a young male voice called as a rush of wind raced past my ear.
"Time Record: TIME OUT!"
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Tiki Mikk watched sulkily as the brown haired woman raced forward the emblem on her wrist gleaming to make a barrier between him and the girl and one of her little spawn, raced forward with an angered fire burning in his eyes. Brilliant, just bloody brilliant: more of the annoyances that he was now forced to deal with. When the hell was Sheryl coming? That bloody idiot was always late.
The Lad had something in his hands, a violin? It was a deep hue of maple, it's ebony finger and end pieces gleamed with the soft shine of age. Though silver outlined the edges, and as the boy began to play Tiki felt his bonds on the girl in front of him snap as it cut by a sharp sword. The music seemed to almost drowned out all of his thoughts and slightly sickened him. The Akuma which had been around him were fleeing and in a mass panic to escape and those who didn't, exploded.
Anger built within him as he rushed toward them, making sure to block out the music from his thoughts, only to be stopped by the far more powerful barrier of the woman. This was getting annoying. Fast.
He broke through the barricade, hearing Mrs. Brownie cry out in shock and pain and her husband call out to her in shock. He was ready to attack at the boy relentlessly: though denfensive Innocence could not stop even the first level one Akuma, an Innocence that was both defencive and offensive should be taken out of the battle immediately seeing as they would only cause trouble. Though right when he reached the black haired kid, something flashed out of the corner of his eye: a broadsword that he knew and feared all too well, seeing as he had already felt its wrath once.
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I raced at him with the only thought in my mind being, 'Kick the crap out of this bastard.'
No one and I mean no one was allowed to even touch my friends in a harmful way... and this guy had crossed that line a long time ago. He spun around, blocking my attack with the purple shield-like plate of his little insects, his golden irises burning like pools of melted bronze as a wide smile crossed his features.
"Look here little girl. We don't really care about you at this point so if you could, STAY OUT OF THE WAY!" he threw me against one of the parlor walls, causing my head to reel backwards and making my eyes sees stars.
I shakily took a moment's time to glace around as Uncle Marie and Auntie Kanda continued fighting against these generals of the Devil with all their might, Alma was blocking attacks on the house, Uncle Link was placing up shield cards against the walls to make a safe place, Minnie was out of my eyesight, probably trying to help her mother, who was on the side lines healing the wounds of the fighters. My mom... Momma... she lashed out against the Leading Man with a betrayed fury, her kicks and attacks creating flashes of blinding light with ever strike she attempted to land. Her face was dirty and there were noticeable tear-tracks running down her cheekbones, though she fought as though her life depended on it. Which I was sure it did.
Though we were losing: we were all beat up and tired and the others seemed to just be playing with us as if we were dolls. They were not injured in the least, and their eyes still sparkled with energy. Chéri was already down, how many more before... before we all were gone?
There was a ringing sound vibrating in my ears, starting out softly, then growing progressively louder as I looked down and saw blood trailing down the cracks in the crevices of the wooden floor boards. Though I knew that it was not mine: it had a new found energy that I knew that wasn't mine. It trailed down the cracks, heading toward the fight.
Though as I blearily watched it I noted that it began making turns in the wood, surrounding the defenders of our home. Then suddenly the house began to shake and a burgundy light erupted from the floor. There was a untied cry of surprise and pain as the gleam of the intrusion blinded both friend and foe a like.
After a while I squinted my eyes, in the vain hope that the light had died down and I would be able to see what was going on again. What my eyes found was the opposite of what I was expecting to find. The glimmer of what illuminating glow that there was, was dim and slightly red tinted. It was as if we were in a large darkroom. All was quiet, the sounds of fighting had been extinguished.
Finally, I heard a soft voice, and found Minnie swimming in and out of my vision, suddenly the voice got louder, and I shot up, looking around. What I saw suprised me.
We were all there, well all of us that were standing that was. Then out of the blue a strained voice caught my attention, "Merde." I knew that French accent.
"Chéri!" I called, and saw her kneeling form being surrounded by Mr. Kanda and Alma, both of which had minor injuries though were no worse for the wear. If only I could saw that about the only girl in their company. She was resting against ground, panting, blood trialling down her cheekbones, and dripping on to the ground her arms were cut and gushing blood, She was grimacing in pain and shaking in exhaustion.
Auntie Miranda rushed over, concern written all over her pale face as she reached out to the girl, and suddenly the wounds that were there not a moment ago were gone. Though it did not stay that way, for a moment later, new wounds began to appear.
"Don't waste your energy." Auntie Kanda said harshly, and Alma began to explain, "Right now we're in Fleur de Morte, it's Chéri's only defense, and while it is quite affective to us bestanders, every attack that someone places on the outside surrounding us, is shown on it's wielder here." He motioned toward the girl, who was breathing heavily, though she let out a barking laugh.
"They aren't happy that I took you away," she mumbled, "Please heal yourselves quickly so that I can stop." my wonderful Auntie nodded and began to hurriedly rush around fixing up wounds of the others.
My mom walked over and looked at me with relieved, then she was squeezing the air out of me, "Elena, I am so sorry to drag~" I cut her off with a shake of my head, "No, Mom listen: all this was bound to happen some time, and I'm sorta glad that it is now." I smiled, though that just seemed to make it worse, and she hugged me tighter.
"I want for you to get away while you still can." She muttered, and Uncle Link nodded, as well as all the adults, much to us "Kids'" anger.
"Hell no! I can fight!" I said angrily, and Alma backed me up with protest though we were both quickly silenced, "Neither of you have ever fought these people, you don't know their strength. You've seen what happened to Chéri. You will die." Uncle Marie said simply, causing both Minnie and Al to start objecting, though he continued without even listening to their racket, "We will create a distraction, and you will escape. We will follow afterward."
There was something in the adults' eyes that made my mind click together, "It's that guy outside isn't it? The leader." It wasn't a question, though Mr. Kanda simply grunted, "It doesn't matter. You," He pointed to Alma, "Will take her, " he pointed to Chéri, "And get the hell out of here, guard the brat and her friends so that they don't die." I was already to mad to get anymore agitated.
"I can fight!" I yelled difiantly, though Uncle Link simply shook his head emotionlessly, and something popped out of his jacket pocket... something shiny.
"TIM!" I cried out, surprised as he circled around me, then settled down in my hair, as Uncle Link continued, "If we, by chance, do not managed to escape and follow after you, you will have to continue the search for the others. You will go on to find the others that survived, their names are Lavi Bookman, Timothy Hearst, Johnny Gill, Bak Chan, Lou Fa... there may be more, but those are the few that I have managed to find and locate. Their locations are now embedded into Timcampy's memory, he will be able to help you find them." He smiled, which one of the few times he ever did.
Chéri, who was now leaning against Alma, walked over sluggishly to our little huddle, and my mom nodded, and leaned down to kiss my forehead. Then she nodded to Chéri, who closed her eyes and breathed a heavy sigh.
"Alright, GO!" The walls around us melted into dark liquid, and there was a rush of power, as we raced out, and into the cloudy raining day. I barely noted the tears that were running down my face until they were mixed with rain drops.
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Character Charts:
Name:Chéri Harvet
Birthday: May 12
Age: 17
Place of Birth: France
Description: A young girl who has been fighting along with the few that still believe in attempting to ward off the demons that were, and are, being created in this world. Alone, with only her so-called General and his adopted son she has learned to fight for what she thinks is right and will not easily change the opinions that she has placed in her mind. Though she is stubborn that does not mean that she is uncaring. She will protect her allies with all that she contains, and if often the most alert person besides Kanda, this leads her to become slightly paranoid at times and forces her to despise Alma, Kanda's adopted son, for his care-free attitude. While that may be, it is known that he is the one person that can calm her in desperate situations.
Likes: Sleeping, eating, Kanda Yuu, French, drawing, and swimming.
Dislikes: Kanda Alma, singing, English, Spanish, ice skating, and thunderstorms.
Translations:
Fleur de Morte-'Bloom of Death; French
Tarjetas Santas: Rubor Real-'Holy Cards: Royal Flush.'; Spanish
Nigentou:Hakka Tourou!-'Double Illusion Blades:Eight Flowers Praying Mantis'; Japanese
Kuso-'Shit'; Japanese
Merde- 'Shit'; French
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