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Sukkubus

PostPosted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 10:54 pm


It hurts just to breathe...
It was one of those overcast days - muggy and humid, grey and still. A day that one would usually glance at wearily, sigh, and hope for a better, clearer one for the next. People usually slept in on these days or meandered about inside with little to do; the ugly, lazy days. No one liked them, nor had reason to really. Who would like a cloudy, sunless sky?

Only one of few. Only one like Sukkubus.

Her feet pounded the ground, her body doubled over as she ran determinedly towards a crumbling wall in the distance. Her muscles burned like mad from sprinting all out, and there was a painful stitch etching across her side, but she didn't dare relent. Not when there were several pursuers running just as spiritedly behind her. Her head shot up with a gasp, ears flattening as she watched the long since fallen architecture loom ever nearer. If she made it through the delapidated doorway, she would be safe. If she made it they couldn't get her.

With a loud cry, the she-devil thrust all her energy into one last step and lunged through the weather worn door, shoulder slamming into the dirt as she crashed to the ground. But her adrenaline was still coursing through her veins like molten steel, hot and slick. She leapt to her feet and threw what she was holding so tightly in her arms to the ground; it bounced once, twice, before rolling through the doorway.

And then she thrust her arms into the air and danced before her bewildered chasers.

"Tooouchdown! What now?!" She gave her most vulpine grin before waltzing from the wreckage like a delighted drunkard, kicking the fallen football as she went. There was stretch of tired silence as both small teams attempted to recapture their breath, having spent it all on either chasing the she-devil or blocking the others from getting to her. A squeal pierced the air, which shattered the complacent silence and marked the end of the ragged panting.

"'Ey, Nat! We won! Nyaa!" a blonde child gushed delightedly, chubby arms wrapping around the salmon-haired boy's neck as he more or less threw himself upon him. Nathaniel, on the other hand, tried in vain to push Ruka away; after several fruitless attempts he stopped, sighing and patting the little boy awkwardly on the back.

"Only for this round, Ruka. Uh, part. Half...quarter," Nathaniel tried to explain, though failing miserably. Ask him about magic spells, potions, summonings and he could answer you like it was all he was a computer programmed to do it. But sports...ha. Right.

"Told ya...even with two kids on my team I'd still kick your asses!" Sukkubus was still grinning, even if her hair was wind swept and her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She bent over and rested her hands upon her knees, a look of tired delight etched across her features.

"You got, lucky. That's all," came the flat, thoroughly disappointed voice of Diego. Looking towards the dark skinned dog-boy, Sukku brought a finger to her bottom most eyelid, pulled it down, and blew a raspberry his way. His upper lip curled back in a silent snarl, and were he not in the presence of his baby sister, he would've gone up and socked her in the gut. Just because she had their adoption papers didn't mean he wanted to be with living under the same roof as the she-devil.

"Mm, I don't know about that. Sukkubus has always been quite good at football; soccer, too." Diego's eyes shot towards a young priest clad not in heavy robes, but a standard, collared, black suit.

His so called 'mother' had decided to drag what children were in the house outside for an untimely outing. Momo hadn't been home for some time now, Tomoyo was busy with Damien (and perhaps Adghal), Emma was either holding fort or at the park with Prem, and Ritsu, although not a child, had wanted to sleep in that day; but everyone knew he just wanted a day of freedom from Sukkubus. So being one of the few awake, Diego had been hauled out of the house all but kicking and screaming, and out into the boonies. To meet a priest. What relation a holy man had to a devil, he didn't know; Father Elliot James must have been some sort of saint to be able to sit well with Sukkubus. And Sukkubus...he looked over at her and caught her beaming delightedly at the priest.

There was something he was missing; most definately.

"Butch."

"b*****d."

"b***h."

"Yes, well, now that you two have demonstrated what words fall under the letter B...shall we continue?" Out of the lot, Father James looked the least affected by the running - whilst everyone seemed to have lost five pounds worth of sweat, he had barely begun to break into one. The muggy weather was bearing down hard on their game, so many of them ended up much more tired than they should have been. Surprisingly enough, Dante seemed the most upbeat next to the priest, hair pulled tightly away from her face, her lips curled into a gentle smile.

And so, silenced by Elliot and with no further delays, the six players lined up once more for another game.

A roll of thunder managed to drown out the play's call, so if someone was watching, it seemed absolutely spontaneous when the group of six ran at one another, partaking in a modern day jousting match. Sukku, who had started out with the ball, had thrown it to Ruka, who was hovering a hair's breath over the earth. Good call, he was a spazz on the field. With a loud giggle, the boy zipped between Father James's ankles like an overgrown dragonfly. Cruising upside down and tilting his head up, he waved rather mockingly at Diego, who was chasing after him like hell was on his heels.

There was a rule about flying, though. Take pilots for instance. When flying an airplane it is mandatory to keep your eyes on the sky. One false move could spell a disaster for the passengers, right? Same goes for a helicopter. Eyes before you, hands on the stick. Be it a machine you're piloting or your own body, one must always keep their eyes ahead of them.

Ruka was only five-years-old when he got into his first accident.

Big mess. Just as the cherub had lifted his head to once more set his eyes upon the goal, he had crashed head first into Dante's ankles, flipping her with a scream. Diego, who had been gaining on them, tripped over his sister's prone form, staggered, and caught himself to stare wide-eyed at the situation. Everyone skidded to a halt, Nathaniel crashing into the Father's legs, and Sukkubus - who had been farther up ahead - standing there aghast. It was clear she hadn't been the only one to hear a crack.

"What the <********> did you do to her?!" Diego cried, whipping around to snatch the little boy out of the air; he shook him violently, sapphire eyes blazing with rage. Sukkubus snapped from her reverie and rushed forward, yanking a sobbing and terrified Ruka from the dogboy's grasp.

"Are you alright?"

"My...my ankle. I think it's broken," Dante gasped, pulling herself into a sitting position as she hovered over her leg.

Reaching forward, Father James touched the girl's swelling ankle gingerly, right before sweeping her up and turning to the quarreling pair.

"Stop scaring him!"

"Someone's gotta scare SOMETHING into that dumbass head of his!"

"Please...you two. Mother, Diego..." Nathaniel clapped his hands over his pointed ears and whimpered piteously. He loved Sukkubus and held Diego in high regards. Why did they have to fight? They hadn't fought so furiously in a long time...it was breaking his heart.

"Look, both of you! The faster we get her inside, the faster we can get her healed. Your fighting isn't going to bandage her up," Elliot cut in firmly, holding the pallid doggirl against him. Without their consent, he turned and began sprinting across the flat towards the church. After a tense moment, heated glares sparking, Sukkubus shifted the sobbing Ruka and grabbed Nathaniel's hand.

"Don't you ever pull that stunt again." The she-devil spoke in dangerously low tones, voice nearing a feral snarl as she turned away from Diego. He grunted carelessly and began running towards the church, Sukkubus on his heels.

Father James had already placed Dante on a pew and had a first kit aid open by the time a furious Diego, quiet Nathaniel, and snivvling Ruka filed in; they began to hover worriedly around her, eyes wide.

"Dante...Danny," her brother uttered, kneeling next to her and pushing her hair from her face. Being uncharacteristically tender, he leaned forward and pressed his nose against the line of her bangs, eyes shutting. A curse left his scowling lips. The elven child was busy trying to comfort his younger brother, who was sobbing out apologies and shaking. And through all of this, Sukku was nowhere to be found. Where was she in her children's time of need? Father James seemed to have forgotten she was a devil.

And devils can't enter holy sanctuaries.

She never said anything from where she stood, tipping precariously against the doorway. How could he forget? The barest touches of dejection licked her insides, pulling her brows down over her baleful eyes. This was no time to feel sorry for herself, but it was also no time to allow Lucifel to invade her thoughts; he was there. He need not speak for her to know.

Hurts, doesn't it?

One hand lifted to her head, teeth grinding.

To be left alone. Forgotten.

A chuckle from her own lips, belonging to a being on a completely different plain.

Oh my, would you look at that, dear? Oh, won't you? Fine, I'll show you.

Her neck craned upwards painfully, eyes peeling open to spot the sight before her. Delicate fingers were carefully handling her adopted daughter's ankle, smoothing a roll of gauze over her leg. Precise, gentle. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled at the scene of Father James smiling at Dante, and in return Dante laughed, the pain easing from her face. Something disgusting burst through a dam in Sukkubus's heart, something furious, something dark. Her breath came in sharp rasps and unbeknowest to her, her eyes flared to life with jealous anger.

Jealousy, so pure and retched and dispicable.

So beautiful...

Tearing away from the door, the she-devil stumbled along the side of the church, trying to gather her wits through her white-hot rage. She managed to make it to the far side of the building before collapsing into a pitiful heap, arms lacing around her abdomen as though in pain. She retched. Again and again. How dirty jealousy made her feel! How unworthy of this earth, of the luck she had garnered. Selfish, beastial jealousy!

Look at yourself, my sweet.

Her head turned to stare blind eyed at the stained glass window before her.

You look lovely. Her reflection, broken by the myriad of colors and distorted glass pieces spoke to her, wicked smile upon her borrowed lips. You really should come back to me...you're a hazard to yourself. You can never live with real people. Too dangerous. Didn't I warn you? You'll never fit in --

With a sound between a snarl and a sob, Sukkubus raised her fist and smashed the glass, taking pleasure how it tore through her skin. Blood. Red blood. Warm blood. She grabbed the wire holding the bottom of the mosaic up, twisting it with an animal's strength and yanking it visciously from the moulding. Rain began to patter against the rooftop, sprinkling over her fetal positioned form that lie panting on the ground. Wounded, inside and out. She dropped the metal that had begun to melt within her clenched palm and slammed her fists against the ground, a roll of thunder covering her meek cry of pain. She hated herself. She hated herself! How could she be so selfish?

She pressed her head against the moist earth, allowing the rainfall to cool her heated body. Her fingers reached forward and clenched the fallen pieces of glass, allowing them to bite into the skin. The delicious pain told her she was alive. Alive. She shouldn't be! Not here...a moan. Lifting her head, Sukkubus gazed angrily at the scattered glass before her. And amongst them one did lie - though never had it been part of the saintly mosaic - so very innocently, reflecting the dying light in her eyes.

Ugly eyes. Envious eyes.

She touched the glass and curled her bleeding fist around it, dragging it beneath her body. It was a testament to what she had done, what she had felt. It alone saw the black, cancerous bitterness within her heart. That acrid miasma that seeped through her veins. What a vile being...envious being.

Anger tightened her chest. Drawing herself upwards and tilting her head back to the blackened skies, she sobbed. For now she would let the heavens cry for her pitiful self, for she could not.

But tonight she would cry. And so be it if she had to tear herself open to do so.
PostPosted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 5:28 am


The taste of blood and tears...
They had gotten home in brooding silence, filing into the large house with barely a sound save for the kicking off of shoes. Everyone had much on their minds, be it spent anger, dwindling pain, or tiring sorrow. Their thoughts were too sluggish, tongues too thick, hearts too heavy. Any wrongly spoken word could and would set any one of them off, no doubt. And so they had said nothing. Not a word of anger, not an apology. Nothing.

Once inside, Nathaniel lead Ruka by the hand up to their room, Emma darting after them, curious as to what had happened. Diego had diligently carried his sister the entire way, and did so now towards the living room. Trailing behind them all came a dead-eyed Sukkubus, blonde hair plastered to her cheeks. She took to the stairs slowly, dragging her feet all the way up to the second floor, where she all but bumped into a startled Ristu.

"G-gomen nasai, Sukkubus-san!" he cried, taking several steps back. He half expected her to swat at him irritatedly, or smile wickedly and proceed to happily 'poke fun' - as she called it - at him. But she did nothing, and as much as it gave him relief, it wrought worry from him as well. Something about the lack of pride in her stance, the light dead from her eyes - he knew something was the matter the instant she passed him, though he made no move to go after her. He simply watched her go, worry within his deep caramel eyes, straight into her room. He shivered and shook himself from his reverie, proceeding down the steps with troubled thoughts.

"The rain has stopped. Let's go."

"But Dante's hurting, we have to wait some more!"

She shot the black skinned youth a dead-panned stare. The look sent a wary shiver down his spine, and for once Diego decided to not question the woman's motives.

Turning on her heel, she waited for them to exit the building. Diego was first, Dante piggy-back. Then Nathaniel, followed closely by Ruka. She immediately followed after them, her steps precise. Home.

"Wait!"

Sukkubus halted and motioned for her procession of children to go on without her. Night was falling quickly; the rain has washed the lands clean and cooled the earth. It was supposed to have been a nice night. It was supposed to have been a nice day.

"You daughter is fine for the most part...it wasn't broken, just a fracture. You should take her to a proper doctor though." A sheepish laugh. "Since I'm just a priest."

She nodded swiftly, "Alright." Again she turned, but was once more halted by a hand on her arm. She didn't dare look over her shoulder but chose to just stand there, staring ahead of her and into the oncoming gloom.

"Sukkubus...are you alright?" Guiding her with his hand, he turned her around and tilted her chin upwards, noting the lack-luster orbs that stared back up at him.

"I'm...fine," she answered dully, trying not to lose herself within the little touches he offered; her gaze dropped. Dirty.

"You are not. And don't look at me like that. You're easy to read, Sukkubus. And that flat tone...for one so emotional all the time, you are acting strange." His hand dropped away from her chin, fingers curling to suppress their ache.

"Don't worry about me, Elliot." She feigned a smile. "I'm doing wonderfully. I'm just...tired. Sorry about the incident...but thanks." Corrupted. She turned. And was stopped yet again. Through her waning emotions, exasperation found a place and buried a seed. It was growing fast.

"Sukkubus..." Turning, she looked up at Father James, though not directly into his eyes; she was tainted. She couldn't. Noticing this, he sighed resignedly and placed a hand atop her head. "Just...take care of yourself." Smiling sadly, he allowed himself to indulge in her presence, pulling her forward into an embrace. Would He consider it a sin? Knowing that the priest had done it to put the devil at ease? Or was it really because the simple act of touching her was too unbearble in that moment? Whatever the cause, he wrapped his arms around her stiff body and rested his chin upon her head, eyes falling shut.

Sukkubus felt her breath hitch, chest aching from the simple gesture. She had sinned so much in her life, being one of Satan's spawns. She had lusted after others, become a glutton of their wanton love. She had indulged herself so many times in her life, but this...this made her feel like she never had before. A simple hug made her pale face flush a terrible red, her heart slam against her ribs like a bird seeking escape. Maybe she was sick.

But she knew she wasn't. Love. This was love. And the feeling made her want to cry all the more.

Too soon did he pull away, too quickly did he pass his hand over her head as he usually did. His fingers took an unusual detour, trailing tenatively through the wiry strands of her golden hair before drawing back. For the first time after the ordeal she looked at him, to which he took her position and chose to look away. Even in the dark she could see the way hs face colored eversoslightly. Shyly. Like a boy. Instead of feeling that soft touch of endearment, she felt a wave of guilt. She was making him sin by her mere presence..and he was probably feeling guilt now, not embarrassment. Something cold fluttered in the pit of her stomach; she stepped back.

"G-Goodbye, Elliot." She turned and raced down the hill, never once pausing to garner his response.

I'm so sorry I've made you sin...


Sukkubus smiled wanly into the mirror before her, having entered the bathroom within her room. In an almost ritualistic manner did she wash her hands, fingers passing over her mud and blood stained arms, massaging the dry substances away. With a detatched, but fascinated gaze, she watched the dirt and blood mingle and swirl down the drain. Leaning over the sink and cupping her hands beneath the running water, the devil splashed her face and rested her elbows against the counter, staring across and into the mirror at herself.

"Monster."

Wounds reopened as she slammed her hands against the marble, smearing blood against the black and gray as she lifted herself to sit upon the counter. She drew her knees up and leaned against the mirror, staring at herself with sickened amusement.

"Envious witch."

A finger lifted to trace a bloody circle on the otherwise spotless surface of the glass mirror. "You're an ugly, sinful little b***h, aren't you? Not only do you sin yourself, but you make everyone around you sin. All your children will go to hell if you don't leave them. But the priest will be the first to go..don't you think?"

She pressed her hand firmly against the cool glass, voice soft. Entirely her own, no help from Lucifel this time to point out what an abomination she was. She smiled thinly, feeling a wave of emotion well up within her. She didn't fight it.

"Disgusting. You shouldn't even be sobbing. You shouldn't let yourself cry. Have you no shame?" She reached into her pocket and withdrew the shard, holding it up to the light. Looking away, she pressed her forehead to the glass. The need to shed tears was unbelievable. Shying from the mirror just a bit, the she-devil drew up her arm and pulled down both her eyelids. I could cry once, she mused. You can't stop me from crying again.

"Such pretty tears," cooed the gentle voice of Hell's own lord. "And lovely eyes."

Sukkubus stared up at him transfixed, terrified. Salty drops passed over her face silently. She had never been so scared before, not ever in her time in Gehenna.

"Such treachery, though," Lucifel gasped mildly, mockingly. "To steal away into my libraries! I really should punish you for that, hm? Take your eyes..."

The she-devil rasped a protest, but the King only tightened his grip on her chin, pulling her closer. "But they show such pride for our race! Those orange eyes are terribly beautiful; it'd be such a shame. Hm...ah! Those tears of yours..I can take them."

She stopped struggling and simply stared, wondering if he were madder than he already was. How could he possibly take her tears? He smiled knowingly and leaned forward, lips brushing enticingly over her tear stained cheeks; she inhaled sharply and held her tongue. What was he planning? Tapered fingers eased off of her chin, slender hands holding her face towards his. His flaxen hair brushed over her skin, pooled over her bare shoulders; she felt his slender tail coil around the base of hers, causing her to stiffen.

In that moment of surprise had he dipped down and stolen her lips. She yelped, tasting the salt of her tears on his lips, in his mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock, the perfect target. Lucifel's thumbs chose then to tear into her delicate lower lids, burning them shut as they passed in a lover's caress over the length of her eyes. She screamed into his mouth and tried to push away, only to be held in his vice-like grip. He owned her. He could do whatever he pleased with her.

And enticed from her pain, blood, and cries that night, he had.


A terrible smile. Pain would be the only price to pay for her tears. With the shard in one hand, Sukkubus slashed open the areas where she assumed her tear ducts to lay: she had been precise in her blindness. With an animalistic hiss she threw the shattered piece of glass or whatever the hell it was across the counter, where it skid and haulted only when presented with the wall. She doubled over and clawed at her eyes, shoulders shaking - what in blue blazes had she done? Had she lost her damn mind!? A sob tore through her entire system, followed closely by a hysterical laugh.

Her head snapped upwards to watch with sick satisfaction as red pooled in her eyes, beading slowly before becoming too heavy and rolling in droplets down her white skin. Salt. The blood mingled with water, thinned, and smeared.

Blood and tears.

And as much as she laughed, she cried, dipping her head down and clutching at her hair wildly. "How fitting, how perfect. The first thing I cry in such a long time...is my own blood!"

She really was...shameless.

Sukkubus


The Shattered
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PostPosted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 6:52 pm


Hours later, after Sukku had bandaged herself and left the bathroom, the faintly glowing shard was left behind in her wake. It sat dejectedly at the bottom of the sink, letting the blood and tears drip off of it's smooth surface and drain down to the pipes below.

Once more the shard felt pristine and clean, and shuddered as if to make sure of it. The shuddering refused to stop however, and the shard shook, vibrating ferociously until it was nothing but a blur.

Seconds later, the blur was gone.

In it's place was no child, as one might have expected. No toddler, not even a more mature being took the shard's place.

All that remained in the bathroom was the sound of blood dripping down the drain.

If anyone in the house could hear the front door, they would hear it slowly creak open, only to shut a moment later.
PostPosted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 7:30 pm


"Don't worry so much about it, Ritchan," Sukku sighed, passing her fingers over the bandage looped around her eyes. She knew her home's layout like nothing else, and relied on her sense of smell and sharp hearing more than her eyesight; she needed no help. Whilst eyes can trick you, her scent and hearing were as a**l as a dog's. She had, and always would, take care of herself.

"Demo..."

"Just, please, Ritchan." Her equally wrapped hands passed over her cheeks, the rough texture of the bandages welcome against her itching skin.

She had allowed her tears and blood to fall for an hour or so until Ritsu had come up to check on her; he had some sort of instinct, that boy did. Before he even reached the bedroom he knew she had done something to herself, but the extent of it - he never knew it would be so severe. She could picture his worried face in her mind's eye, his gentle lips tugged into a soft frown, delicate brow dipping. Picturesque in his lilac kimono - the vision of lovely worry.

She laughed quietly at the thought, leaning heavily against the coffee table and resting her forehead against her palm. She heard the Sohma shift indecisively before standing and moving to kneel at her side. He was usually so flighty, avoiding her like the plague...but he felt she needed someone right now.

After all, she had taken him in after finding out what he was.

"A-ano, Sukkubus-san...why did you--"

Clack.

Both heads shot up and turned, though one couldn't see; call it a habit. Ritsu inhaled sharply and from the sound of shifting silk, Sukku knew he had gotten up.

"Ritchan...what the hell was that?"

"I saw...hair. What -- mm, hold a moment." His departing footsteps told her of his movement, but the she-devil couldn't sit still. She climbed to her feet and ambled towards the door, where Ritsu had slipped out momentarily, and came just as he was closing the door again; she bumped into him.

After the smoke cleared, she was consulting a rather embarrassed monkey.

"Did...you see it?"

Sukkubus


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PostPosted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 7:35 pm


But Ritsu wouldn't have been able to stop the blonde headed girl that had left her new house without so much as a word, even if he had managed to see her. The girl was already headed off onto her own path, one that even she did not know.

When, or if, she would ever be back, was anyone's guess.

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No one, that is.. except for the one who followed her every move.
PostPosted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 8:52 pm


The night was dark, moon and stars hidden behind a throw of grey clouds. Nothing lit her way as she stumbled blindly into the gloom, dry grass crunching beneath her feet as she skirted around the house; her hands were leading her for the most part, touching the panels lined against the home she had been born in.

Born. Was that what that was called? Green eyes narrowed against the heavy black.

As the child ran, she felt a stitch lace up her side, and she halted for a moment to bend over, fingers probing her ribs. It hurt so much! She wasn't used to this! Heaving a dry sob, the girl started running again, heading straight into the woods that lined the back of Sukkubus's home.

Only when she had disappeared into the brush, nearing the second crawl of trees that stood like sentinals over the home, did she collapse, knees giving out beneath her. She crashed, hands meeting the ground, sheet of blonde hair gathering over one shoulder.

It was too overwhelming; she knew not whether to feel elated or angry, such was her confusion. Plunking down on her rear end, the child placed her hands upon her bent knees and panted, head bowed.

Where was she? And why?

Sukkubus


The Shattered
Captain

PostPosted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 9:11 pm


"Two valid questions, in my humble opinion." A quiet voice said from behind her, despite the fact that she hadn't said a word, nor even whispered her questions aloud.

The silver haired harbinger stood, still as a statue, behind her. The woods were perfect cover, and he was glad that she had chosen this as her resting place for the moment, as he was in no mood to show himself to mortals.

But for her and Lillian, of course, he would make exceptions.

He made no move to comfort her, though his soft gaze held no dangerous emotion within them either. Calm and steady, he gave no hint as to what he thought. He simply stood there, as still and sturdy as the tall sentinels of the forest.

"Unfortunately, it seems answers do not come to those who run away and hide."
PostPosted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 9:53 pm


Jocelyn's head snapped upwards and swiveled at the sound of another's voice, surprise flashing across her round features before she steeled her eyes and glared. For what purpose she did this, she didn't know. Call it instinct, self-defense, or what have you. But whatever it was, she knew in her gut that it wouldn't intimidate the being standing behind her.

Flipping around, the girl crab crawled backwards until her back ground against the bark of a nearby tree. She climbed to her feet unsteadily, hands gripping the trunk that pressed against her back.

"What do you want?" she cried, voice surprisingly husky for a child of about eleven. Clenching her teeth, she shook her head, curtain of blonde hair following her every move.

"And I'm not hiding! Who are you to justify my actions!" she snapped, bending down to grab a handful of dry pine needles before throwing them spitefully at the etheral being. The sight of him sent her skin crawling, but not unpleasantly. Her stomach writhed, a melting pot of awe, fear, and familiarity.

And she hated the feeling.

Sukkubus


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PostPosted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 10:02 pm


Though Halexei was somewhat amused by her reaction, she would never be able to tell. His expression remained unchanged.

"Who am I, indeed." He mused quietly, his head turning toward the path back towards Sukkubus' house. The pine needles fluttered into his hair, leaving tiny green specks to embed within the pristine silver locks. He didn't seem to care too much about them.

"I want to take you home," came his soft voiced answer. He turned to look at her once more, though his eyes barely touched her. "Please, follow me, my child."

He didn't wait for a reply. The prospect of home, her home, would be enough of a reason to follow him, he was sure.

After all, what better answer to the eternal question 'Where do I belong' was there, than 'Home'?
PostPosted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 12:14 am


Her small nose scrunched, her look of flighty anger being replaced by wry amusement. What was he getting at? He was weird. As if she would follow a complete stranger - feelings be damned! Her wiry arms folded, feet planting into the earth as she jutted her lower lip out in mild defience. She was a stubborn one, that much was apparent.

As fascinating as he was, he was still a stranger. And children were told never to follow strangers.

That was exactly why she did so; no one had ever told her. After all, she'd been alive for about fifteen minutes tops. And plus, the night was dark and muggy and though she may deny all accounts if asked, the darkness and gloom were scary. So as she padded after the nameless being, she found herself herded close to his side for fear of something grabbing at her from the shadows.

Something cracked off to her right, and the little blonde leapt, fingers stretching out to grab onto the man's robes. Thinking better of it, her hand retracted and fell to her side once more.

For the sake of keeping herself company (since the man didn't seem to speak unless it was something logical), Jocelyn began to chatter quietly, green eyes darting about curiously.

"I dunno why you suppose I'll stay here," she mumbled, looking up through her lashes at the flaxen haired being. "I can just...run away if I wanted, you know. I don't need a home; I'm perfectly fine by myself. But I suppose if I have to..."

She wrapped her arms around her stomach and leapt nimbly up the porch's steps, hair bobbing behind her like a golden flag. Giving the other a last glance over her shoulder, she reached up and pressed the doorbell, listening for the sound as it rebounded within the large home.

Sukkubus


The Shattered
Captain

PostPosted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 8:11 am


The child was stubborn, and it surprised him. If she had been so stubborn before the fall of their world, perhaps she would have had more of a chance..

Thoughts such as these were useless now, however. He watched her hop up the steps knowingly, and took a step back, away from the house. His eyes caught hers when she flickered them back toward him, but he had completed what he set out to do. He would trust in his choice, just as he had trusted in every guardian he himself chosen for the children, though each may have considered their finding an accident.

Halexei would much rather they continued to believe that theory. Bearing that in mind, he had no intention of coming in for a visit, and when the door opened for her, he would already be gone.
PostPosted: Fri Aug 05, 2005 9:59 am


"A little girl?"

"Well...they certainly appeared little."

"Huh, I don't have any blonde kids save for Ruka. And he wouldn't...could you check if he's asleep in his room?"

Ritsu stared at the blinded she-devil, who stood before him, nibbling unconsciously on her fingernail. From where he sat, rearranging his fallen kimono, it was obvious she cared deeply for each and every one of her children; she may have been teasing and crude, but she was kind.

"Hai," he agreed with a smile, climbing to his feet and moving towards the stairs. Before his foot hit the bottom most step, however, the tinny sound of the doorbell filled the house, startling both devil and monkey witless.

Sukkubus' head turned in the direction she assumed Ritsu to stand, lips becoming a jagged line across her face. Lifting a hand, she beckoned the young man back to her side and resumed her stance before the door with the flick of her tail. Who in hell would come knocking at this time of night? It had to be nearly one A.M.! Pressing the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb, she groped for the lock, switched it, and swung the door open.

Through the screen the outside smelt of warmth, mugginess, rain and pine. It was a comforting scent, or would have been if the smell of flesh hadn't mingled with it. Her delicate nose twitched: drying sweat. The smell of a child barely toeing the beginning stage of adolescence - just like a babe had a distinct scent, so did children of all ages. And the devil had been around children long enough to know the scent of age.

She vaguely heard the rustle of silk as the Sohma moved behind her, his own tail flicking nervously.

"It's her..." he breathed. Sukku grunted, tilting her head back; had she her sight, she would have been staring down her nose at whatever stood before her.

"What?"

--

Jocelyn cursed at herself mentally for flinching when the door was flung open; green eyes shot upwards from examining her shoes to stare in wonderment at the woman who was silhouetted against the light beaming down from what she assumed to be the foyer. The same light reflected over bronze horns, causing the girl to double check the person. Her eyes were oddly shadowed...but on further inspection, she realized her eyes were actually covered.

By a cloth. How strange.

Her attention dwindled before snapping into place once more as another woman came into her sight, much prettier and more delicate in appearance than the other. [Yee, she doesn't know Ritsu's really a man...] Her pale gold brows shot upwards; she did nothing but stare dumbly at them before the more intimdating one of the two spoke.

"What?

Her nose curled in indignance, refraining a scoff from the demanding manner in which Blondie spoke.

"Hey...that's not very nice," she chided, mouth twisting to one side. "You should ask nicer. I'm only a kid, ya know."

She watched with barely suppressed satisfaction as the horned woman blanched slightly, lips pressing together. That's right, Blondie. The other folded her hands, brows dipping in an apologetic manner.

"But...that guy behind me told me this was my home. So here I am. Uh, mom. Moms. Er...mom one and two? Aren't I supposed to have a dad?" She was a cheeky little monster, wasn't she? "Though I have heard of having two moms. But, still. You're both strange enough as it is -- hey, can I come inside now?"

Sukkubus groaned and knuckled her forehead, throwing the screen door open with a bang to allow the girl inside, hoping to shut her up in the process. Ritsu shuffled behind her, murmuring apologies as his face became pink. The blonde girl stepped over the threshold with a flounce - as though she owned the place - and turned around to wave off the being who had found and lead her there.

Only to stare into the still night.

What...?

Green eyes flicking back to her two new, um, mothers, the girl cocked her head to the side, studying them in the light of the foyer. Blondie, as she so called her within her mind, had a tail as well! And poking from the sides of her head were two fuzzy ears, akin to that of a dog's. What WAS she?

Call her naive because the spaded tail should have told her everything.

The other had a long, slender tail as well, though this one seemed both longer and daintier. Wings protruded from the back of 'her' lilac robes and 'her' long, golden brown hair was pulled back by a violet bow; giving 'her' a once over, Jocelyn realized then and there that this woman was becoming increasingly flighty.

Blondie rested against the now closed door, one hand passing uncomfortably over her eyes. She was lacking in good humor today, body exhausted from physical activity as well as emotional. She had run, played, screamed, fought, and sliced her eyelids open for good measure. No one in their right mind could do all that and not feel the after effects. No doubt she would be out and about come morning, but now...

She just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep.

"First of all, kid, Ritchan -- er, Ritsu here" - she jabbed her thumb behind her - "is a guy, not a girl. Yes, I know. You think long hair, kimono, feminine face equals girl. But no. He's a man and I'm sure he could prove it but would be too embarrassed to do so in front of anyone. I suggest you catch him off guard while he's in the shower."

Ritsu almost caterwauled, paling before his face flushed an instant afterwards.

Sukku began to tick down on her fingers. "Second, there was no guy behind you earlier, so maybe you're just a wee bit on the crazy side. Third of all, no one...and I mean no one pulls my home outta their a** and decides 'Well, gee! Let's let the girl live here!'. Got it? Got it. Good."

The blonde visibly paled, apparently disliking the fact that she may be sleeping outside in the sticky weather. Unprotected. Alone. "B-but he said that I was suppo --"

"Uh huh. Okay. Look, my head hurts, my eyes burn, and my body is screaming at me. If I don't go to bed now, my body'll kill itself." For the first time after her little episode in the bathroom, a smile crossed her lips - tired, yes, but a gentle smile nonetheless.

It took Jocelyn by surprise.

Sukku turned to the fidgeting young man, "Ritchan, you can go ahead and go to bed, 'kay? I'll be up soon."

With a sigh of relief, the Sohma raced up the steps nimbly, heading straight towards the master bedroom without so much a word save for "gomen nasai". She shook her head and sighed for the millionth time that hour.

"Where...where'm I gonna sleep?" Jocelyn asked, an impish smile curling her rounded features as if that alone would save her from being booted from the home.

The devil could have taken the child by the hand and shown her the door, but that was against everything she had grown to become. She may have been testy that day, but that wasn't enough to turn her back on a child in need. She damned the orphanage for making her soft. She damned the church. [Going straight back to hell for that one...] And last but not least, she damned Father God damned Elliot James.

Turning and expecting fully for the child to follow her, she began walking up the steps.

"You can stay in one of the spares...I'll grab some of my old pyjama's for you, because I doubt it'd be comfy sleeping in a skirt."

Jocelyn was rooted to the spot, thoroughly surprised by the turn of events. Here she thought the woman a mean, condescending old hag, but she wasn't. Not really, anyway. She watched as she stopped at the top of the staircase, turning her blind eyes toward the little girl who drifted at the bottom.

"We'll talk about it the morning," she reassured, smile quirking her lips once more. "You coming or not?"

Before Jocelyn could answer, she turned off the large home's lights, leaving the girl in the dark in more ways than one.

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 9:33 pm


Hours later, after the quiet of the house had settled down once more, and it's occupants had all fallen asleep, the only sound heard was the faint chirp of crickets beckoning from outside. The peace and harmony of the quiet would have been a welcome scene, for some. For others, it was simply begging to be broken.

The latter was, of course, all too true for Adghal. He had woken up with the chaos that had occurred hours beforehand, but was lulled back to sleep by the soft sound of his wife breathing beside him. Nevertheless, something tugged on him from that point onward, and now, nearing three AM, it finally lifted the veil of sleep from him completely and tugged him toward consciousness.

That retched curse that tore at the very fabric of his soul until he accepted it's bidding, was a munchie craving.

He trudged sleepily out of bed in nothing but his Joe Boxers, the white ones with little chibi devils dancing all over their surface, holding up tiny pitchforks pointed in odd locations and grinning wildly. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes with a single hand, and grumbled softly to himself, though he kept his voice hushed so as not to disturb the angel in the bed behind him. Stalking out of the room, he opened the door just enough to slide out through the crack, and clunked with as much grace as a baby elephant down the steps, and toward the kitchen. It was time to begin the greatest search of his life.

The 'Where the hell did that damn devil woman hide the Oreos' search.
PostPosted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 10:46 pm


Strange new home, full of strange new smells, and strange new noises.

It wasn't a surprise that Jocelyn couldn't sleep.

Before the she-devil had put her to bed, she had asked her about any qualms she had with the dark. Being the pround girl she was, she had told her that only children were afraid of the dark. Sukkubus had given a genial laugh and proceeded to flick the lights, leaving the room with the click of the door as it shut.

She was such an outrageous liar. Jocelyn was, after all, a child. Therefore qualified for fearing the dark...which she did. She had tossed and turned, twisted and rolled, but could not find comfort within the bed so long at the gloom of night fell heavy in her room. Though her eyes adjusted, her heart could not.

It was just too scary!

Huffing loudly, the little blonde yanked the sheets up to her chin and dove into the bed, curling into a tight ball in attempts to ward away the lack of light. It would be okay, she told herself. It would be oka --

Thumpthumpthump.

She sat up straight, kicking the covers from her slender frame; the movement caused her to topple sideways off of the large bed, hitting the ground with a solid 'thunk'. Jocelyn swallowed and climbed to her feet, giving herself a mental slap.

Thumpthumpthump.

She jumped slightly, hysteria moulding with her curiosity as she crept towards the door and cracked it open, peering out into the dark hallway. Someone was awake - or so she hoped, what if it was a break-in? Should she wake Sukku up? Thinking better of it, Joce decided to handle it herself. In the morning she would no doubt be deemed a hero and allowed to live in the house for as long as she pleased! With this comforting thought in mind, she searched for a solid object in which to hit the intruder with.

All she found was a Bible.

"Good enough," she mumbled, slipping outside with the heavy volume tucked under her arm. Shuffling towards the stairs, she nimbly bounced down them two-by-two, sliding around the banister as she followed the noise...

...that was headed into the kitchen.

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 11:46 pm


The demon staggered almost drunkenly into the kitchen, and began noisily opening cabinets. Sleep had not yet completely left him, and his dark eyes were half lidded as he stared up into the contents of the cabinets in vain, searching for the Oreos, or any chocolate cookie substance. Tomoyo had gotten him so utterly hooked on chocolate..

But Oreos were by far the best of the lot.

He mumbled something incoherently to himself as he closed one cabinet door and opened another, running a single hand through his mussy, shoulder length locks. They were particularly fluffy tonight, if only because he had been sleeping on them and was thusly suffering from a rather sexy case of bed hair. The groggy look on his face killed it, however, and he stared open mouthed up into the cabinet, breathing out a curse under his breath.

She hid them. The b***h hid them, he was certain. But where..

He had just as keen a sense of smell as she did, and she knew it. It would have to be somewhere that would mask the glorious smell of Oreos from him..

He looked around the kitchen for any such place, but found it gave him no such answer. Perhaps it wasn't in the kitchen then. He turned and gave a glance toward the living room, scanning it briefly - when he noticed a shadow coming down the stairs and headed for him. A shadow holding..

...a book?

He hissed loudly, his eyes turning red to warn the intruder that he wasn't to be trifled with. Bible or not, no one got between Adghal and his Oreos.
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