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Large, ominous and glowing gold deadeyes stared ahead. The Beur's brown-body hovering and swaying grotesquely, as the suctions beneath its large and long body sucked in magic along the canyons. The walls and depths of the canyon fell to the destruction of the Beur's large webbed body unscathed. The caterpillar-like Beur wormed its way with brute force through the cracks and crevices of the canyon, destroying the walls and sucking in the destruction. Its malice was blind and savage, shooting out needles from its segmented body and decimating the life around it as each needle penetrated where it landed.
However, with each deadly, corrupting large needles embedded; the Beur's suctioning mouths beneath its body roared a foul breath. The canyon was no longer safe to traverse or wonder about, as eerie spores sprouted off from the base of the needle ugly tendrils of sickening gold ooze. The ooze had disoriented glyphs of malice within its liquid form. That glyph spread the corruption, albeit slower and noticeable to the naked eye.
Alas, the Pretty Cures can survive the miasma of plague and decimating malice. Two pillars of prismatic light dissolved and out came the legendary warriors, Cure Black and Cure White.
Cure Black adorned a black and purple, slick and solid top with a crest embedded on the front. The purple crest encased a black orb at the centre, glowing with dark energy and seemingly vibrating the crest faintly. At the waist, a pink belt with magical runes around it and below it, shorts with pink bindings on both sides of the edges. Then, black fingerless-gloves and shoes, thrumming with energy from its zigzagged purple vines – accompanied with elbow-length arm warmers and knee-length legwarmers. The arm warmers had pink spiked trimming from the elbow.
Cure White wore a white and light blue, silky and slim dress with a crest embedded on the front, encased with a white orb at the centre, glowing with white energy and faintly vibrating the crest. At the waist, a light blue belt with magical runes and below it, a white skirt that smoothly flowed down just below the knees with light blue lining along the slits on either sides. Next, elbow-to-wrist gloves and shoes with spiral dark blue vines thrumming with energy. Lastly, a pair of knee-length legwarmers with winged trimmings from the knee – no arm warmers because of the gloves.
Cure Black stepped away from Cure White, her gloves emitting statics as it winds up a charge of black energy on both hands. Cure Black smirked and raised her fists to her hips, clenching them into fists with a foot stretched out, and the other behind her. Lowering the hips, Cure Black stretched her arms outward with the palms facing the Beur. Then, speckles of purple energy gathered onto Cure Black's palms, intertwining with the black energy. Pulling the hands back to the side of the hip, a ball of black and purple swirling vortex hovered in between Cure Black's palm.
With a calm inhale and exhale of a steady breath, Cure Black thrust her palms forward and launched the ball of vortex towards the Beur. The ball crackled with energy as it launched viciously, the air being pushed along the way. The Beur stopped in its track, raised its head high, and faced its suctioning mouth towards the ball of energy. Cure Black smirked and clenched her fists in a snap; the ball froze mid-air despite of the many mouths trying to suck the ball in.
Cure White appeared beside Cure Black with a small frown, "Don't aggravate them Cure Black." She chided lightly.
Cure Black shrugged her shoulders, "You're so kind, Honoka. But a glutton like that is way too greedy to be sucking in the whole canyon." She spread her hands away and flicked her fingers, dissolving the ball of vortex.
Cure White gave a small grin, "In any case, the Beur is an energy-absorber, which you have already known and clogged up its suctioning mouths with dimensional vortexes." She looked at Cure Black who was smirking.
"All that's left to do is beat 'em up to pieces." Cure Black cracked her knuckles and went ahead with a long leap towards the Beur.
"Honestly… so confident." Cure White endearingly murmured to herself and followed behind Cure Black.
The Beur was in a fit of rampage, sensing the blank suction of its mouths taking in nothing. The Beur stretched its segmented body, showing the fibres and flexes of its putrid flesh in-between the armoured, webbed body. Cure Black hammered her fist downward onto the Beur's forehead; it did not do much but sent it bellowing downward with its tail raised and stretched out further. Cure White went over Cure Black and the Beur's head with her leg crooked to deliver a sweeping, slicing kick across the stretched flesh. The flesh easily cut open with a swift kick, tearing two segments of its body apart on the end.
The Beur shrilled and rolled in a frenzy; Cure Black retreating just then to avoid the large and armoured body. Cure White was now at the rear end of the Beur and continued the attack, but she ceased as she watched the gaping end regenerate. Simultaneously, needles were shot everywhere, much more rapid than before and forcing the Pretty Cures to constantly evade the needles.
Cure Black gritted her teeth and tried to go forward at the Beur as she evaded the needles. The tough part about fighting a Beur was when they have taken injuries or damage, making them much more berserk and destructive. Cure White evaded and strung pale strings of light around the needles as it passed by her. The rear end was far too dangerous to attack now, so Cure White created a barrier of needles to defend for now.
However, while Cure White was busy on the other end, Cure Black had to stop her advance and grab a passing needle. The Beur's head turned and directed its glowing deadeyes at Cure Black, and just in time, laser-beams fired off in a single large wave towards her. Cure Black had just enough time to direct quick bursts of energy onto the needle and thrust it towards the oncoming beam, her feet stomping the ground at the same moment of the clash.
The beam collided against the tip of the powered-up needle, but it was pushing Cure Black back. The tears of energy waved pass and around Cure Black, singeing and grazing her flesh as her foot skidded backward across the ground. Thankfully, the beam did not last long and dissolved soon enough for Cure Black to catch a moment's breath. A few pale steam of smoke rose from the flesh that was struck by strays of energy. Cure Black snapped with a roar and revitalised herself instantly, the smoke vanishing as she taunted the Beur.
The Beur shrilled in amok, using its body and head to smash Cure Black. Cure Black stepped aside in long and swift lengths, sometimes hopping and jumping sideways or wall jumping. As Cure Black evaded, she grazed the Beur's hard shell with her fist, and each hit or graze extended the segmented body. Cure White had gathered and built a wall of needles in front of her, and as she heard the constant yells and smashes of Cure Black's fist. Cure White rounded up the needles in a circle in front of her with a quick gesture of her hands.
The Beur's back was exposed, but still regenerating and showing signs of the webbed shell. Cure White flicked her hand forward and stabbed numerous needles around the flesh. The Beur shrieked in pain and unleashed another rain of needles, but Cure Black stopped it. With the ooze around Cure Black's arm that came from the needle, she lunged straight at the Beur's turning head; amplified with great power.
"Don't turn your eyes away from me!" Cure Black roared and hit the side of the Beur's head hard.
The Beur shrilled as it was smashed to the side of the wall; and with the needles pinning at its exposed back, the segmented body stretched as its head collided the wall.
"Cure White!" Cure Black shouted.
"I'm on it!" Cure White raised the remaining needles high and quickly stabbed them in the exposed flesh.
The needles stabbed right through the flesh and deep into the ground or wall. The Beur was pinned down and rendered immobile, but not for long as its rage and malice boiled up. The colour of its golden deadeyes, shells, and flesh changed with glyphs – the same glyphs that were within the ooze. The Pretty Cures on either sides of the Beur quickly scattered around to grab and stick the ooze onto their arms.
Since Pretty Cures were immune to the glyphs, they could also use them to amplify or strengthen their attacks. However, fighting fire with fire would do nothing against the Beur. Therefore, after gathering enough glyphs, they converted it into a shimmering ball of light. The glyphs within the ooze have disappeared, as the purifying energy took over. The conversion would take a large toll of energy from the Pretty Cure, and repeating the process would lead to certain death. The magical runes around their belt helped indicate the life-force they have to risk a conversion.
Now, with the powerful ball of converted energy in both Pretty Cure's hands, they were prepared to finish off the Beur. The needles started to shake and come undone as the Beur wriggle its way out. The Pretty Cure remained collected and in unison, they unleashed the ball of energy towards the Beur.
Cure White stretched an arm out with the ball hovering on her upturned palm. With a grace of a tennis player and dancer, Cure White threw the ball into the air as she twirled and crooked a single leg up. Shimmers of white energy surged and radiated around Cure White while she twirled, twirling instantly fast like a tornado. Then, just as the ball came down to knee-level, Cure White did a back-kick at the ball, lunching it away in a speed of light.
Meanwhile, Cure Black raised an outstretched arm above her head and the other stretched below her waist. The ball was above Cure Black, hovering there as if she was grabbing it. Cure Black powered herself up and gathered black energy throughout her body, her lowered hand clenched in a fist as the energy surged across her body. In an instant, and the moment the ball dropped; Cure Black made a quick spin of her arms around and coiled them back to her waist, fists clenched tightly and radiating off a large black aura. Right as the ball fell at chest level; Cure Black thrust out her fist and hit the ball with both of her fists.
Simultaneously, two over-energised balls launched at light speed with a trail of black and white energy beams towards the Beur. Cure Black and Cure White had immediately flew and retreated far away into the sky. The balls of energy collided against the Beur right as it was free, and suddenly, the brightest flash of light started. In a moment of silent, the Beur was consumed by the powerful, explosive energy; and the slowly increasing roar of an explosion sounded across the canyon.
Cure Black and Cure White watched as their explosive power boomed and spread outwards. Like a big balloon of energy, expanding across the canyon and cleanse the remaining glyphs of malice. Colours swirled around the expanding balloon and barely a sound could be heard. Until, waves and whips of winds blew pass them, the sound coming after like a sound of a roaring explosion. They remained unmoved as the wind fluttered their clothes and hair, keeping an eye of the Beur.
Eventually, the colours dissipated and left the canyon intact, albeit that it was damaged by the Beur and Cure Black's tantrum. Regardless of that, all that remained and sensed by the duo was the Beur's missing presence. The Beur was annihilated, but the canyon needed to be quarantine for purification. While the Pretty Cure's converted energy balls did eradicate most of the glyphs of malice, possible remnants from the Beur and others related to it inhibited the area.
Cure Black sighed, "There goes anything that remains of the hut." She said and placed her hands on her hips.
Cure White grinned, "This might be a good time for a sleepover at my hut." She suggested with a warm smile.
"Ehhh?" Cure Black looked at Honoka with a bewildered expression.
Cure White huffed and crossed her arms as she turned to Cure Black, "Come now, this isn't the first time we had sleepovers. Moreover, you would be too tired to perform your duty should the urgency arise. And, you don't have any clothes or a tent." The finality and facts in her voice got a groan out of Cure Black.
Cure Black mumbled and shyly looked down, "Well… you are right. But, I don't think it's good idea now that you found out what I am, Honoka." She stated a little nervously.
"Oh Nagisa…" Honoka gently took Nagisa's hands, flinching upon her touch, but still allowing her to hold them.
"What you are is that you're my friend. And if I may confess, my feelings for you have grown beyond than friendship or battle-sister." Honoka openly and surely stated.
Nagisa snapped her head up and stared unbelievingly at Honoka, "W-wah-… but I-…" She gritted her teeth and sighed.
"I wanted to confess to you and tell you about my secret, before you." Nagisa said and resignedly looked at Honoka.
Honoka gave a small smile, "Well, you still can, because I only stated about me of you." She giggled as Nagisa gave a hopeful and happy look.
Nagisa furrowed her brows and tilted her head with a contemplative look. Then, Nagisa panicked as she bit her lips and hissed.
"What's wrong?" Honoka worriedly asked.
Nagisa swallowed hard and soundly, "I-… I-… I forgot my confession that I had planned for you… before you turned up."
Honoka grinned amusedly and shook her head, moving Nagisa's hands to her cheeks. Nagisa blushed a beet red all over her face as her fingers touched Honoka's soft cheeks. Honoka brightly smiled and leaned closer to Nagisa until their foreheads were touching.
"Now?" Honoka said, and Nagisa timidly nodded, which made both of their heads nod.
A light amused grin adorned Nagisa and Honoka's face. Nagisa's heart was racing, but she suddenly had an answer that sprung into her mind. Nagisa took a short but slow inhale and exhale of a breath, and found the words to say everything to Honoka.
"Well, I'm actually supposed to be and look like a guy, but offset chromosomes made me this way. Even then, I want – I am a woman. So, I like you a lot even if I'm a woman – or was a woman. You've been on my mind whenever we're apart, and then when you found me out; I was so scared to lose you." Nagisa's voice nearly cracked in the end, but she continued.
"But, I was willing to give it my all to you, including my feelings for you. So, if you're not grossed out with a girl like me, but don't love me as more than friends, that's okay." Nagisa could feel herself constricted by the weight of her words and took another long breath, while Honoka stayed silent in a struggle of wanting to comfort her.
"I love you, Honoka. A lot more that I wished I shouldn't be, or deserve to. But, I don't regret meeting you and becoming your friend. As time goes on, and us spending time together, I yearned to be a lot more closer to you, in heart and spirit." Nagisa turned her hands and intertwined their fingers.
Honoka eyes misted at the wonderful, heartfelt confession from the depths of Nagisa's heart. Honoka could feel the pulse through their connected palms, and a bubbling feeling inside of her as their eyes met.
"Honoka, I want to be your girlfriend. Will you be my girlfriend?" Nagisa could feel the cracks of her heart increasing, hanging upon the answer that would come from Honoka.
Honoka sheds a tear and found her voice frozen in her throat. So, Honoka released her hands from Nagisa and leaned back. Nagisa, for a moment, could hear the creaks of her heart breaking. Suddenly, Honoka wrapped her arms around Nagisa's waist and kissed the wavering lips. Nagisa startled for a moment, and upon looking Honoka's teary eyes, she shed her tears too.
Love, they could feel it from the touch of their lips, their hands placed on their backs, and their hearts soaring with renewed energy. Their own powers were reacting to the many feelings passing to each other. Black and white auras surged throughout their body, and it intensifies as their kisses became passionate and tender.
As if the cracks had never existed, Nagisa's closed her eyes and relished the sweetest, softest lips upon hers. Honoka was enjoying the blissful moment too, and while her voice was stuck, there would be a time when it was her turn to confess from her heart. For now, Honoka just wanted this moment between themselves before the others arrived to clean up the canyon.