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 Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 1:37 pm
xxxxxSomehow, seeing the man so disgusted by her pain and blood felt wrong. Embarrassing. No worse than embarrassing. Dishonoring. He was laughing at her through his disgust. At least, that's what the youma thought.
xxxxxThe relief that shone on Tony's face was more than enough to push her over the edge. As she scratched his forehead, she let out a cry of accomplishment. Now he was the one suffering. The one bleeding. The one in pain.
xxxxxBut not the one who was going to die.
xxxxxBright light splintered her head as she was hit across the face with the garbage can. She back away, holding her toothed head, trying to keep it all together but it was too late. She stuck out a hand, reaching for Tony, as if to apologetically say, "help me, please," but it was no use. She was gone. More than gone, she was disappearing.
xxxxxThe youma's crumpled floor lay on the floor there for a moment, before disappearing in a flurry of sakura petals. They floated up, towards the alley exit, before disintegrating into dust. She was nothing, back to how she began. A voice on the wind, and then nothing.
xxxxxNothing, that is, except for the light sent of cherry blossoms and lost love in the air.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:31 pm
Tony was left wondering what had happened. That had been one of the strangest, not to mention terrifying, youma he had ever encountered. He dropped the trashcan lid, bent and marred as it was, and fell to his knees.
It took a few deep breaths to stave off the urge to throw up.
Blood dripped from his head, but the wound wasn't bad. He would go home and clean it up. And make himself a very stiff drink. Once he stopped shaking, he got to his feet, wobbling as he went. The youma was dead and gone, but it was going to stick with him for some time yet.
If he managed to fall to sleep at all, he was going to be having a lot of nightmares.
Eventually he managed to get himself home, locking himself in his room so Nate didn't hassle him. Not that the boy would. He was either not home or already locked in his own room. Either way, Tony just wanted to be left alone.
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