Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Dec 1, 2011 6:54:09 GMT -5
The mirror shows my reflection.
I hate it.
I hate what I've become... For her.
Never once before had I not listened to a direct order like that, but...
They sent her in without properly training those with her!
She's not that strong...
One day she'll die by their hands...
And no matter the mercy they show me...
I'll kill them for it...
- - -
“Angel?” Words soft and shimmering, the way a true angel would speak. “Thank you... You saved us today.” Small hands grip the side of my shirt when I do not respond. I can see those deep, endless pool beginning to brim over, filled with tears. I can hear the quivering coming off of her body -it sickens me how weak this infection has made her- and a soft cough leaves her lips.
“Don't thank me,” I say roughly as I pick her up and spin us a little, anything to get that rare smile from this child. Anything to see her happy. Anything to be the one that makes her happy. “Just doing my job~.”
She does giggle.
Even if it doesn't reach her eyes.
Doesn't reach her heart...
“Angel...? You're my best friend,” Her arms coming around me- so glad I've already cleaned up, yuck, imagine if I got blood all over her!- and her head rests on my shoulder. Blond, no, solid sunlight strands fall a little off to the side. I can smile.
“Oh yeah?” I chuckle as I rock back and forth, lulling her into a sleep I know she can find with a little help. “You're my Little Miss.” Though I know better than to get attached like this, I can't help it. With her I feel whole once more.
Walking out of my room I carry her down the hall, up three flights of stairs, and down another hall to her chambers. And then I lay her gently down in her plush bed, “Sleep well, my little Namine. Dream sweet dreams and forget the blood I've spilled... Even if it was all for you.”
- - -
Dark, ocean stealing eyes burn with a fiery rage, blond hair thrown back in a braid. Small, but strong arms crossed over a small child's chest and a thin lipped expression to match the glare I'm receiving. Now that... That's Darla, child wonder of the LeBeau family. Born from the first heir, first daughter and no assistance to her mother's crave for power.
They say you get what god gives you.
If that's true then god has a cruel sense of humor.
These poor girls.
“Angel! Focus!!” A shout is heard as a sword comes swiping at me, but their too slow. A simple one-two and now their disarmed. Three! Their ass hits the ground. Four! My blade is at their throat.
“You have two choices... Give in now or beg for mercy later, Otherborn,” That's right, they had me playing the part of the demon today. Not that it bothered me. Actually, I'm getting an almost sick joy from it. “Chose or I chose for you!” My blade raises and the child cower. I can feel my more demonic heritage begging me to continue, its loves blood... Namine does not.
All the kid could do is cower and I sigh. Lifting my blade up as if I were to attack, their was a couple sounds of protest as I bring my blade down. It embeds next to the kids head, “Lesson one... Real demons aren't as forgiving as I... But if you do not leave my site I shall rethink my decision!”
That was the fastest I've ever seen that kid move. Well, maybe I just put the world in focus for him. I look up to the rest of the training party, “You can NOT lose in a real fight! Not only to keep your own skin safe, but other's as well... I would strive to becomes my strongest and then some If I were you!” Silently I add, Thankfully I am not.
Ocean colored orbs meet my happily muddy brown ones. I raise a brow at her glare. She hates me, but that's okay... I hate her too, the brat...
- - -
My eyes open and I can smell... Well things I wish I hadn't done. I can hear Namine sobbing in the next room over... I did that. I caused that. I've hurt her again...
I can't keep living like this.
What changed me?
Was it her?
Was it my... need for her?
Or was it something inhuman?
No.
It was all me.
All my fault.
That I... That I...
“My dear Little Miss... I'm so sorry.”
And I can feel myself crying with her.
“I have to get out so she can be safe... I love her, I do, I love her more than... I need her...”
I know what I have to do...
I have to find Neku.
And make sure he still wants her.
I can't leave her with no one after all.
So...
I need to talk with him then?
“I'm doing this because I love her.”
***
Alright then... Wow... It was a little too easy to write in Ang's POV... I wonder why.
Angel: *sighs*
Yeah... I'm nothing like that... well... I guess I am... I do run things in circles in my head until I make a decision... Hmm... See! I just did that ^^'
Anywhom...
Nami: Wait... You're gonna go talk with Neku now?
Angel: *looks to her and nods*
Darla: I take it back... All the shit I've ever said before isn't true... He's not crazy! He's insane!
^^' Anyways, hope you enjoyed... *looks to time* Shizzzzzzz bye-bye!
I hate it.
I hate what I've become... For her.
Never once before had I not listened to a direct order like that, but...
They sent her in without properly training those with her!
She's not that strong...
One day she'll die by their hands...
And no matter the mercy they show me...
I'll kill them for it...
- - -
“Angel?” Words soft and shimmering, the way a true angel would speak. “Thank you... You saved us today.” Small hands grip the side of my shirt when I do not respond. I can see those deep, endless pool beginning to brim over, filled with tears. I can hear the quivering coming off of her body -it sickens me how weak this infection has made her- and a soft cough leaves her lips.
“Don't thank me,” I say roughly as I pick her up and spin us a little, anything to get that rare smile from this child. Anything to see her happy. Anything to be the one that makes her happy. “Just doing my job~.”
She does giggle.
Even if it doesn't reach her eyes.
Doesn't reach her heart...
“Angel...? You're my best friend,” Her arms coming around me- so glad I've already cleaned up, yuck, imagine if I got blood all over her!- and her head rests on my shoulder. Blond, no, solid sunlight strands fall a little off to the side. I can smile.
“Oh yeah?” I chuckle as I rock back and forth, lulling her into a sleep I know she can find with a little help. “You're my Little Miss.” Though I know better than to get attached like this, I can't help it. With her I feel whole once more.
Walking out of my room I carry her down the hall, up three flights of stairs, and down another hall to her chambers. And then I lay her gently down in her plush bed, “Sleep well, my little Namine. Dream sweet dreams and forget the blood I've spilled... Even if it was all for you.”
- - -
Dark, ocean stealing eyes burn with a fiery rage, blond hair thrown back in a braid. Small, but strong arms crossed over a small child's chest and a thin lipped expression to match the glare I'm receiving. Now that... That's Darla, child wonder of the LeBeau family. Born from the first heir, first daughter and no assistance to her mother's crave for power.
They say you get what god gives you.
If that's true then god has a cruel sense of humor.
These poor girls.
“Angel! Focus!!” A shout is heard as a sword comes swiping at me, but their too slow. A simple one-two and now their disarmed. Three! Their ass hits the ground. Four! My blade is at their throat.
“You have two choices... Give in now or beg for mercy later, Otherborn,” That's right, they had me playing the part of the demon today. Not that it bothered me. Actually, I'm getting an almost sick joy from it. “Chose or I chose for you!” My blade raises and the child cower. I can feel my more demonic heritage begging me to continue, its loves blood... Namine does not.
All the kid could do is cower and I sigh. Lifting my blade up as if I were to attack, their was a couple sounds of protest as I bring my blade down. It embeds next to the kids head, “Lesson one... Real demons aren't as forgiving as I... But if you do not leave my site I shall rethink my decision!”
That was the fastest I've ever seen that kid move. Well, maybe I just put the world in focus for him. I look up to the rest of the training party, “You can NOT lose in a real fight! Not only to keep your own skin safe, but other's as well... I would strive to becomes my strongest and then some If I were you!” Silently I add, Thankfully I am not.
Ocean colored orbs meet my happily muddy brown ones. I raise a brow at her glare. She hates me, but that's okay... I hate her too, the brat...
- - -
My eyes open and I can smell... Well things I wish I hadn't done. I can hear Namine sobbing in the next room over... I did that. I caused that. I've hurt her again...
I can't keep living like this.
What changed me?
Was it her?
Was it my... need for her?
Or was it something inhuman?
No.
It was all me.
All my fault.
That I... That I...
“My dear Little Miss... I'm so sorry.”
And I can feel myself crying with her.
“I have to get out so she can be safe... I love her, I do, I love her more than... I need her...”
I know what I have to do...
I have to find Neku.
And make sure he still wants her.
I can't leave her with no one after all.
So...
I need to talk with him then?
“I'm doing this because I love her.”
***
Alright then... Wow... It was a little too easy to write in Ang's POV... I wonder why.
Angel: *sighs*
Yeah... I'm nothing like that... well... I guess I am... I do run things in circles in my head until I make a decision... Hmm... See! I just did that ^^'
Anywhom...
Nami: Wait... You're gonna go talk with Neku now?
Angel: *looks to her and nods*
Darla: I take it back... All the shit I've ever said before isn't true... He's not crazy! He's insane!
^^' Anyways, hope you enjoyed... *looks to time* Shizzzzzzz bye-bye!