#lashuvi

@lashuvi

The clouds began to shift, allowing for some light to break in. This light disturbed the pinkette's former dark and gloomy setting. She shifted irritably in her throne that she laid in. "Am I being summoned?" She hopped from her seat, floating all the way to the floor. She enjoyed her slumber, but she was more curious to who would dare awaken her.

She snapped and let her entire surrounding become a blank space. A blank space ready to form into whatever she wished to mold. Kruldoki wasn't sure what to expect. She awaited for the memories of her potential host/master to flow in. Will you die or will you be a my master? One that is worthy of serving. 

Her ultimate goal was to influence him or her to accomplish what she wasn't able to do. If it weren't for that accident, then she might've had a chance of winning the war. Too much time had passed, and she wasn't sure of the current state of Japan now. Will you wish to restore balance? Or will you desire to wreak havoic? She decided that either of those choices would do. Krul smirked wryly. Let the wonderful mind games begin.

“Y - Yuichiro?” 

Chihiro curses her voice for shaking, curses herself for even daring to think of her brother as a monster. Even though she is situated on the roof, away from the battle, she can see everything clearly through the scope of her rifle. Her stomach twists painfully, Yuichiro’s awful screams ringing through her head. 

Things are rapidly turning into a nightmare for Chihiro, and her hands and feet seem to have mutated into blocks of ice as she watches her brother stagger across the pavement, targeting his purple haired teammate, who appears to be paralyzed with fear.

“… Y——Yuu?”

It’s everything and nothing in a single second. Akane hesitates, steps faltering and hands trembling, brown eyes wide and horrified, but not for the sight, no, never for the sight, instead it’s for what has happened with Yuuichiro. Facades of detachment, indifference and ambiguous pity given to the humans are dropped; this is Yuu, her older brother. Yuu, the one always making tantrums and fighting with Mika, with his stubborn and fierce personality. Yuu, the one who has able to escape. Yuu’s… Yuu’s is her family.

Hands continue shaking, all falsified apathy vanished. She isn’t any more in control, it’s wild the shock and concern, swallow breaths taste like Ferid’s blood and she feels digested for having turned into such a filthy creature. She hadn’t wish to die, she had tried to cling to life more than she should have but the cost had been drinking of that vampire, drinking from the one who assassinated her younger siblings, who almost killed Mika. It’s disgusting, she’s disgusting.

It was odd, to see the person who was once Yuichiro now someone completely different. 

Most people would be proud that their charge had finally gotten over their obsession over people. But now it’s seemed to move on to sinners as a whole, but that includes virtually everyone. In reality if someone was free of any sort of sin, it would be creepy. But that was aside from the point. Leaning against the nearby wall he had been watching Yuu for a while now. 

He still hadn’t come down, and Guren couldn’t help but feel responsible.