Why Miyu should never write when in a bad mood

[miyu]

WARNING! Some may find this disturbing.

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With a sigh, Miyuki glared at the pitch black ceiling above her. What was the point to everything? Why did she even bother… nothing was worth it. Everything about her life sucked. Everything and everyone she had ever cared about was gone. She herself had slaughtered the very people that mattered the most in the world to her. She hadn’t meant to of course. It ate her alive every day. It was all her fault…

The faint sounds of footsteps walking down a distant hallway stiffened her. Miyuki closed her eyes tightly and clenched her fists, telling herself, reminding herself that they were gone for the night. That she was completely alone for the night… with the exception of a few of the other girls around. And Morgana.

Morgana. That name forced a low hiss through Miyuki’s clenched teeth. The stupid traitor. Miyuki absent-mindedly rubbed her bare, heavily bruised shoulder. Damn… she was a wreck right now. Miyuki turned her attention to the wall mirror, examining her reflection. There was a long slash running down the side of her face bad enough that it sliced through the muscles and revealed some of the bone on her face. The other side of her face had a nightmarish looking bruise which was so bad it was slightly bloody. There was a heavy amount of blood running down the side of her face. She pulled her hair back revealing the wound bleeding: her ear was chopped off. She glanced at the floor at her feet and there it was. Miyuki sighed and considered picking up her ear, but decided against it. Why bother after all? What was the point? Miyuki honestly wanted to die, but death would never come for her. She tried to move her legs, but found she couldn’t. Oh… that’s right. She forgot. The lower half of her spine had been snapped yesterday. Miyuki thought things over and couldn’t think of why they had bothered dumping her back in “her room” since they were probably going to drag her back there when they got back.

A small knock at the door shook Miyuki out of her thoughts “Miyuki? Are you there?” a soft and very familiar female voice called. Miyuki turned her head slightly to look at the door before answering the girl in a harsh whisper. “Here Syrie.” Miyuki could hardly speak. All the screaming she had done for the past few weeks had torn up the inside of her throat. The door quickly but quietly opened and shut while a blur of lavender rushed at Miyuki, clinging to her and sobbing. Miyuki moved her arm to wrap it around the taller but younger girl’s waist, tensing and wincing in pain as pressure was put on her already aching body. ”it’s alright Sy, cry it out.” Miyuki reassured in her harsh voice. Scyrinnia, also known as Syrie and Sy, was one of the newer ones stuck in this hell. From the amount of the blood on the girl’s hair, skin and clothes, those things had just made her kill everyone she had ever cared for and destroyed everything else. Miyuki herself had been stuck in this hell for a long time. Emotions didn’t rage through her as they once used to. Some people, people like Eve, they got past this crying stage quickly, but people like Mel, and it haunted them for the rest of their eternal lives. It seemed, from the way that Syrie was reacting to things, that she was one of the people it would haunt all their lives. It would ultimately destroy her and twist her into one of them. They hadn’t broken Miyuki in that way, not yet. Miyuki had always been an emotionally strong person, not to mention rebellious. She wouldn’t let them break her like that, if she did, they would win. Miyuki wouldn’t give them that satisfaction, even if it meant she wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. Miyuki knew what they did to her, to everyone, she wouldn’t be like that. Not if it was the last thing she did.

The door opened yet again and Miyuki glared at the newest person to enter the room. ”Morgana.” Miyuki hissed out. Scyrinnia shrieked in fear and dashed to the closet, shutting the door behind her. Morgana laughed at both girls antics, but paid no attention to Scyrinnia. She grinned at Miyuki, revealing her fangs, and laughed. ”Now, now Miyuki. Is that any way to talk to your mother?”

Miyuki hissed again, louder this time. ”You’re not my mother!” she cried out. Miyuki would have made a move to attack, but her body was much too broken at the moment for anything like that. Morgana laughed again. ”Now, now Sweetheart. I know you’re mad at Mommy for what she made you do to all your little friends and that little boy-toy of yours, but we couldn’t have them looking for you when we whisked you away. And being what we are, of course we had to take them out in the way that would have their souls wandering forever. “ Morgana laughed, walking over to Miyuki and sitting beside her on the black bed. She bent down to pick up Miyuki’s ear off the ground and placed it as it should be on her face. When Morgana removed her hand, Miyuki’s ear was back in place and properly connected. Aside from all the blood on the side of her face there was no sign that the ear had been hacked off.

Miyuki stayed glaring at Morgana the whole time. Morgana laughed yet again, moving Miyuki’s knee length black hair back into place. ”You know Baby, if you would just stop fighting us and give in, you wouldn’t have to be broken so badly. You are as am I Sweetie, just let it take over and things will be a bit better.” Miyuki moved her head to look directly at Morgana, glaring as much as she could through all that pain. ”Never.” Miyuki said in a flat tone. Morgana sighed and got up. A frown on her face. She walked toward the door, placing her hand on the doorknob. ”You know,” she started, turning to look at Miyuki before she finished speaking. ”I didn’t want to have to do this.” Morgana sighed.

”Do what?” Miyuki asked. The deadness had never left her scratchy voice, nor her flat glare.

”You only have yourself to blame.” Morgana tisked in a motherly way before opening the door. Before Miyuki could voice her retort to Morgana’s words, someone walked through the door and Miyuki’s heart could have stopped.

It was her dead sister.

Who she killed.

And worst yet, she was one of them.

Miyuki shook her head rapidly, forgetting her pain. No! It couldn’t be! Not her sweet angelic sister! It was impossible! Miyuki couldn’t believe her eyes. But all Miyuki’s movement was stilled as she heard her sister’s laugh, but at the same time, it wasn’t her sister’s laugh. There was an off note to it. It was twisted, mocking, cruel. None qualities her sister’s laugh had ever possessed. ”Hi Nee-chan. I missed you.” greeted the thing. Miyuki refused to acknowledge it as the girl she had held so closely to her heart. The thing quickly walked over to where Miyuki sat, her walk as fluttery as her sister’s had been. It hugged Miyuki as her sister would have done, and for that second, Miyuki almost believed it was her. That is, until she felt the knife stabbed into the side of her head. Miyuki screamed out in agony as the thing laughed joyously, pulling the knife out and licking the blood off it.

”Lets play.”

[rei]

Okay, so turns out that first post up there *points to the post above* is the prologue for this... It doesn't have a title just yet, I'm sick and my brain is NOT cooperating with me to figure it out just yet. (Neeeeever mind, I figured it out ^-^) Anyway, hope this isn't too bad. I didn't think it was bad, but I'm sick so my judgment is not to be trusted!

Deep, dark blue eyes slowly opened to watch the sun slowly rise through the window she sat in front of. A serious, if not somewhat detached look pulled itself over her face and stayed there. Watching the sun rise with such a cold, uncaring indifference one would suspect something was wrong. And something was, but it was most definitely not something that could be dealt with at the moment, so the girl sitting atop the window seat by the simply beautiful window as the warm rays of sunlight danced into the room, illuminating the comfortable and quaint white objects that would make up a typical middle-class bedroom had nothing she could do about it.

Well, nothing she could do about it yet, that is.

With a sigh, the girl ran her pale hands through her honey blonde hair and momentarily reflected on what she had just done. In the form of a dream, she warned the next victim of this horrible game the demons played and the angels were forced to play along with. The girl sitting there was special after all. Different. One of a kind.

Well, maybe not one of a kind.

But what she was, was a very rare thing. More rare than what the girl was whom she had just sent that warning dream to, more rare than the japanese girl in the warning.

More rare than what her only friend had been.

A knock came from her front door. “Ash? Hey Aislinn! Open up! It’s us!” The shout of a voice that had become rather familiar after the many times the man came by with his partner when they had found her and found out what she was, what she could do. She hadn’t believed them when they told her what was going on, what would happen. She had decided they were crazy and slammed the door in their faces.

After those bastard things took over her friend and caused her to do, what they had done by controlling her, forcing her to watch as they killed those she held dear with her own body, telling her she was doing it all of her own free will the whole time. After that, Ash regretted never listening to the pair. Maybe if she had, those things would have never have gotten hold of her happy blue-haired friend.

She could still remember the hurting and panicked look in the older girl’s eyes when those things made her try to kill Ash herself too. The older girl had been mentally home the whole time. Ash could tell by the look in her eyes when they were controlling her. The tears running down her cheeks as those things forced the girl to kill both her younger siblings and the boy she liked before sending them after Ash herself.

They probably would have succeeded in causing Ash’s death.

That is, if they had realized Ash wasn’t entirely human.

She paused in her venture towards the door, frozen in her silent rage. She would get them for what they had done to her friend. She knew her friend hadn’t been changed by them, into one of them. She had been keeping tabs on those things after all. She watched what they did to her blue-haired friend. Of course, she had realized that if she helped the winged ones to the full extent, fully cooperating with them, they would have succeeded in their mission and possibly have beaten the things at this game by now.

But then again, if she had done that, she would never have her revenge.

Another knock. She could see the top of the male’s head through the bit of glass on the top of the door. “Ash! I know your in there! Open up!” He called again. The sound of his partner smacking his arm brought a small smile to the young blonde’s face. “Colby! Be nice. Please? If not for me, than for Ki.” Ash could practically see the mournful look that pulled over the male’s face. Of course, she hadn’t decided to show the newest target just any event that had happened to any past targets. Ash had a plan. She had to show the newest target one of the past targets that was still fighting against the things despite all odds. There were so few of them it made Ash’s choices very limited. In the end, she had narrowed it down between the asian girl and her blue-haired friend. Because she knew that showing the new target what was going on, it would mean Ash would have to see it too, Ash had come to the conclusion to use the asian girl. Because Ash did not want others to see her friend suffering and she knew that she would cry out and her indifferent composure would be wrecked in front of the new target.

And then of course, there was the fact that the asian girl being so tightly wound into this plan would mean that the two outside her door would see her often enough. Ash smirked to herself. She had planned this out ever so carefully it felt like she was actually in control of things. That was a nice thought, that things would go as she wanted if everything went as planned out. As she neared the door, she knew there was very little chance of this. Nothing ever went exactly according to plan. That was a fact of life. The thought made her frown as her hand rested on the door handle, about to turn it. That frown helped and reminded her of the calm, indifferent composure she always fought so hard to keep hold of. Some days, Ash didn’t even know why she bothered with this detached facade.

A twist of the doorknob and she pulled open the door to reveal the two standing in front of it, patiently (or, at least, the girl was being patient) waiting for Ash to finally get to the door and pull it open. “Sorry, I was busy.” She half-heatedly apologized with the slightest smirk, amused. With a gruff grunt the blond man outside the door rolled his olive green eyes and glared his annoyance at the blue eyed girl in front of him. For the most brief of seconds, Ash wondered if his eyes had always been that shade of green or if it was a change that came with his new-found rage that caused the thinnest veins of red or the depression and self-loathing that came with the dulled grey tint in those green eyes. “You gonna let us in or what?” The edge to his voice promised violence, but Ash wasn’t threatened. He knew better than to lash out at her.

“Colby!” The blond man’s small little partner smacked his arm yet again, glaring a warning at him through her blue eyes the colour of a cloudless spring sky. Well, no. The eyes weren’t exactly that colour, they had the faintest grey tint to them, a lifelessness to them. For all the time Ash had known these two, they had always looked as they did now, and yet, it was fairly easy to see this was not the norm for them, their emotions was effecting them. “It’s fine, Astraea.” Ash reassured the blue-eyed brunette before leading the two to her living room where two wolves were curled up on one of the couches. One of them, the older, black wolf, that was her Finvarra, Fin. The other, the arctic wolf pup, that was Skull.

Skull belonged to her friend.

Ash shook off the memory on the verge of surfacing and sat herself down on one of the armchairs, watching as the two she had invited into her home sat themselves a good distance from each other on the loveseat. Before Ash had the chance to start speaking, the blond man, Colby, spoke up. “You better be damn right about the demons hitting this no-name town next.” He grunted, earning himself a glare from his partner, Astraea, before the brunette started to speak, thoroughly ignoring her partner’s rude comment. “Everyone is slowly gathering to the school, we made sure of it. The reincarnated selves of people killed in games past, other angels, as long as that fog of demons show, everyone will be in this same town at once.” She clarified. Astraea was nervous about all this to be perfectly honest. She hadn’t immersed herself within a human school in so long. Last time had been... had been... she let out a sigh.

Since they took Ki.

'I can do this. I can handle this.' Astraea reminded herself, repeating her mantra mentally. She needed to be strong. She had to be strong. Not for herself, but for those they had lost.

For those they would get back.

“That’s good. Guess all there is to do now is wait then.” Ash nodded, pleased with what they told her. Colby nodded stiffly as Astraea added on to what Ash had just said.

“Well, for now at least.”

[Miyuki Tsubasa]

Ocean water blue eyes the colour of the Mediterranean sea shot open. Panic filled, alarmed, alert. Shooting up-right, the girl hurriedly looked about her, taking in the fact that what she had witnessed was just a dream, that the voice that was telling her things as she heard and watched the scene unfold was all just a dream. After all, she was in her room, where she was safe.

Safe.

'Hah!' she mentally scoffed at the ridiculous thought. Safe. As if. There was absolutely nothing safe about the life she lived and the “home” she lived in.

Well, not by her definition of the word at least.

Calming her accelerated breath, the girl frustratedly yanked her heavy comforter this way and that, attempting to untangle herself from the quilted death-trap. However, her attempts were to no avail as she soon tumbled off her bed with a dreaded shriek, her head colliding with her carpeted floor while her legs were still up on her bed, ensnared in the warm blanket she had much appreciated as she had fallen asleep that night.

With an exasperated groan, the girl lifted her head up from the mass of deep brown strands that was her hair to glare at her still tangled legs and the blanket confining them.

Just one of those days.

Frustration imminent in her grunts, the girl finally managed to kick off her blanket. “HAH! Freedom!” She mentally laughed, grinning widely, proud of her victory. Swinging her legs off the bed, the girl quickly stood up and looked about her messy room, eyes settling on her clock, causing her eyes to widen and jaw to drop as she took in the time.

She was going to be late for school.

“SHIT!” The girl screamed before rushing about her room, stumbling and tripping over her mess, mentally cursing the fact that she had no other choice but to keep her room in such a state. The things she didn't want or care about were in their proper places, and the important things, like wallet and cellphone, and the things she actually liked, like her makeup, were all hidden from sight, buried among her scattered mess. Of course, her stack of school books and notebooks and binders were still wide out in the open with her phone bill resting atop it, but they were school stuff and a bill. Who would want that?

Digging through her heaps and piles, she found everything she needed for school and her clothing for the day. Yeah, it really sucked that she had to mentally keep track of which piles of clothes were dirty and which were clean, but it was important she kept piles of both in her room, to make sure those rats and pigs her mother always brought home could never tell which was which.

Checking the time again as she pulled her brush through her tangled locks, the girl grinned. She might just make it on time after all. After quickly gathering her belongings, she dashed out of her room and fled down the flight of stairs, stumbling as she entered the kitchen and barely catching a glimpse of her brother standing there watching her as she dropped her bag onto one of the stools before hurrying off to the washroom with a quick “Hi Cloud!” Her brother, Cloud, chuckled. The slightest smirk tugging on the edge of his mouth as he finished what he had been doing; closing up a paper bag before he set the bag on the counter near where his sister tossed down her bag before picking up an identical bag of his own and scooping up his own school bag, deciding to wait for his twin by the door. Mornings like this could fool a person, make them think everything was okay, that everything was normal.

As if the twins had been raised by two loving parents.

As if the twins weren’t constantly teased at school for their mother's state of being, their lack of a father, and the fact that their pastor of a grandfather believed the twins to be the children of a demon.

Yeah, such a wonderful grandfather.

Cloud scoffed and rolled his eyes in disgust. Stupid old man too wound up in his own false preachings to acknowledge the actual truth and reality of things...

The thudding sound of his sister's hurried footfalls were only muted by the socks encasing her feet in warmth and protection from the cold tile floor. Her amused giggles following her down the hall as she attempted to skid to a stop, only to fail and end up colliding with the wall in front of her, right where her brother could see. “You plan on making us both late today, Lightning?” Cloud asked his twin, readjusting his bag on his back while watching his sister through the corner of his eye. His sister, Lightning, laughed at her brother's comment before retorting. “Nice try, Cloud. But we're actually...” she pulled out her cellphone from her pocket to check the time on it before putting it away once more. “7 minutes earlier than usual.” Lightning informed with a grin on her face, glad to prove her point as she hurried over to her bag; snatching it up and grabbing hold of the brown paper bag by it before making her way over to her brother to quickly put on her shoes. Cloud rolled his eyes at his sister's answer, not all that surprised she didn't realize something. “And you know that when we usually get to school, it's about 10 minutes after the bell's gone off?” Cloud asked her, snatching her attention and widening her eyes bigger than Cloud had ever seen them go before and her mouth to hang open with a silent pop at that realization.

For a good solid moment, Lightning just stared up at Cloud in the midst of putting on her shoes, still taking in what he had said. When her mind finally registered it, there was only one word to be said.

“Crap!”

If Lightning had been moving at full speed a few minutes ago, then now she was moving twice as fast as the adrenaline pumped through her system faster and faster, giving her the push she needed to hurriedly hop around, in her attempts to put on her shoes and zip up her sweater all at the same time with the brown bag Cloud had prepared for her clutched between her teeth. Mumbled profanities inaudible, stifled out by the bag clutched between her teeth.

The scene before him brought another slight chuckle through Cloud's throat, unable to be anything but amused by his sister's actions. However, that chuckle earned him a suspicious glare from Lightning. Mentally, she bet her brother had planned this all out, just to get a good laugh before the real hell started. Too amused to prove his innocence in this crime, Cloud held his hands up in a show of innocence, his brown bag identical to the one clutched between Lightning's teeth in his right hand. “Come on, Light. We're gonna be late 'cause of you.” Cloud said with a slight smile, moving to open the door for his sister.

“It's not my fault that you didn't wake me up when you realized my alarm didn't go off!” Lightning retorted as she stepped outside the house, determined to prove it wasn't her fault. The few steps at the front of their house flew by under Lightning's feet and the paper bag held within her grasp crinkled quietly as she swung it about with her every step, the sounds muted by the heavier thuds of her converses as she made her way across the dying grass of the front lawn and onto the sidewalk. Cloud shook his head, a smirk on his face as the autumn breeze tossed about his medium length black hair, revealing his eyes, mirrors of his sister's own. "And it's not my job to make sure you get up for school on time." Cloud reminded.

Grinning at each other, Cloud quickened his pace to catch up to his twin. Together, the pale twin outcasts made their way down the street under the fall of the flame coloured leaves.

"Wait!"

Cloud turned to look at his twin as Lightning started to dig through the bag he had given her, fishing out an apple and grinning up at her brother. "Five today? Really?" Lightning couldn't keep the grin off her face. She wanted to hug her brother. Cloud had never understood his twin's apple obsession, but he acknowledged it none the less. Cloud shrugged in response to what his sister said. Neither of them had anyone to rely on but each other. He was the older brother after all, she was his responsibility, whether she thought her self old enough to handle herself or not. "Come on, we'll be late." Cloud reminded, pushing his sister ahead of him as he continued his way down the street, encouraging his sister's pace to quicken. Joined in harmony, their laughter followed them down the street, livening up the beautiful autumn day.

With the two together, side by side and seemingly happy, one wouldn't have guessed just how horrible was the life they lived. Or even how much worse it was about to become.

After all, all beauty fades with time.

Note to Belle, I am SO sorry if Cloud is OOC, I didn't know what shade of blue his eyes were, and this is my first time ever writing something involving Cloud, and you wern't around for me to ask questions, and I wasn't sure how the twins were around each other when all they had was each other and.... @.@ I'm just really sorry.... FORGIVE MEEEEEE!!!!!! Dx *dies*