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 Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 8:31 pm
Wow, that...was a crushing blow, Rynl thought. To be told that by one of his idols, it hurt, he neared the pain though, smiling down at Len. "I may not be able to provide real comfort, but at least i'm not a cruel child, treating those who try to help rudely." He stood up, running out to find Lavi and Allen.
He wanted to, he really wanted to, but he couldn't control his actions. It was the oddest thing, he hadn't felt 'Junior' for so long, maybe it was Allen who brought it out? He heard himself talking, and tried to control his mouth, but he couldn't yet again. "Do you know what I am, Allen Walker? We've met before. Oh, but I bet don't." He kicked at Allen, glaring.
Kaito frowned, drying his tears. "Otouto-kun, h-he was trying to help." What was wrong with Len? It was like he was trying to cover something.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 4:08 am
Len bit his lower lip and would have shouted something mean in Rynl's direction if Kaito hadn't spoken. Curling his arms around Kaito's neck again he leaned closer. "I don't want onii-chan to be hurt again." he simply said and tried to smile, falling sort on that try. Even so he didn't move at all, just stayed there. He didn't want Kaito to suffer.... he didn't...
Allen bit his lower lip, quickly withdrawing to avoid being hit, thus releasing the other. Narrowing his eyes he heaved a sigh. "You're human. And... and we've talked about this before, didn't we...?" 'Or did we...?' Allen shivered, he was considering that one possibility of a second soul encased in the same body but that was almost impossible. Damnit... if only he knew one tenth of the things Lavi did about spirits things would be easier. What was this? What was he supposed to do...?
He felt his body go numb all of a sudden and he wondered if Lavi had actually hit him that hard that it could make him feel like this. He was feeling awful -he didn't know one could feel like that after death-, his head hurt as if something was trying to push its way through his skull, the scar at the side of his face hurting even more, burning. What was happening? moving one hand up quickly to touch at side of his face he noticed one strange thing, the fingers that touched the mark of the curse became coated with a strange liquid substance that had a pure silver color. Silver... blood? Panic striking him, he simply stared at his right hand were the blood was smeared all over. What the hell was hapenning? And what was this sudden feeling of... power?
His body pushed forward on its own as if controlled by an unseen force, his innocence activating on its own, yet feeling lifeless more than any other time, attacking Lavi... He didn't want that. He had to stop. No... no... he had to. HAD to. He didn't want to hurt Lavi.
"Point Zero" he heard himself saying, but it wasn't him, and in a moment all went suddenly white, as if everything faded away and he returned to the hazy world again. This time there was only light, a blank point in time. A point zero but... what did this all mean?
The sky went dark, clouds coming to answer the call of the storm. Against the dark sky the pale figure seemed even more ominous. The demon wrapped its arms around its form and stared in the distance with its blood-red eyes. "I found you." it smirked as it jumped from building to building, following on the trail of a young blonde that ran in distress towards the deeper part of the city in the direction that bright light spread before the clouds started gathering forming a vortex around it.
When Allen came to he couldn't feel any pain. He was in the middle of a sphere of light that seemed to rotate and spin in great speed in a clockwise motion, he tried to recall what caused all of this but the last thing he could remember was fighting with Lavi and being in the same position he and the red-head were now, him holding either of Lavi's hands with his own, thus immobilizing both of them. However, his own left hand felt dead, as if it had no life in it. As if the crown clown had fallen in a deep slumber. Also, lavi didn't seem to notice that both of them were inside a vortex, and he was beginning to doubt his sanity.
"Do you know what I am, Allen Walker? We've met before..." the other said.
And there was only one question Allen could really make.
"What... are you?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 10:20 am
What was this feeling? This chaotic, strong emotion? 'Here...in this direction...this feeling is everywhere. What is it?' Rynl wondered to himself, following the direction the feelings were strongest, hoping he made it in time. What he wasn't aware of was the creature, or creatures that had followed him.
His tuna was pretty good, but the weird feeling he had ruined it's appeal. "I wanted to know what it was, I just had to follow the feeling." he grumbled, nestled in the hood of Rynl's jacket. When Rynl took a sharp turn, Casey saw something...odd. A figure on the rooftops, one who looked evil, there was no other word for it. Well, Rynl was fine taking care of the...other whatever it was, so Casey decided he'd see about the other one. He hopped out of Rynl's coat, flying up to the other.
"I'm 'Junior'. Maybe you I shouldn't have told you though, your not worthy of knowing, really." As he talked, he noticed the light surrounding them. "What is this? Trying to protect yourself? Well it's not going to work." He launched a stream of fire at the other. He had the feeling his time was running out, and he wanted to make it last.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 10:49 am
The demon jumped in the other bakeneko's direction. You could tell there was some kinship but there wasn't really. Making a perfect spin in midair, it grabbed the other from the collar of his shirt and brought him close, almost too close, but a breath away. "Hello Heart of Casey." it smiled. "I'm sorry but I have no time to play around with the likes of you." and as if it was normal it just flung Casey upwards and away. Picking up speed as it landed on a balkony, it kept running ahead until it cam to a small dead end. Jumping from the balkony, then tapping it's feet between the buildings' walls it climbed down to the ground and jumped out of the dead-end, in the street right in front of Casey, no, Rynl. It wondered how the other would react, after all it had already concidered Rynl to be unworthy.
Allen flinched and tried to withdraw, but his body wouldn't obey, as in a repetitive moment in time, it felt like deja vu, even though it wasn't really. Allen knew it wasn't. He feared he would burn alive, no. He wouldn't. Lavi wouldn't do that. 'But Junior would'. He had yet to draw the line between the two. But whatever 'Junior' was, Allen had to fight. But how was he to fight without hurting Lavi too? He watched in disbelief as he could do nothing to avoid the fire but his disbelief became doubled at seeing the shot fired transform into prismatic crystals on the spot. Was this the effect of the 'field' they were in? As if suddently released from binds Allen pulled away and then ran close again, delivering a half-hearted, indirect blow to Lavi's stomach. He had to stop this without using lethal means. He doubted if that was really possible though.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 11:10 am
Rynl stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of the figure in front of him. What, more specifically who was it? "W-who are you?" He called out in a shaky voice? So many emotions used that night, so many he couldn't control.
Casey growled when he got back up, glaring at the figure who had went right to Rynl. He had to act, and fast. He leapt at the figure, his features becoming more primal, demonic. "Freak! Didn't anyone ever tell you there's power in a name!' He bit down, sinking his claws into the mysterious person.
This pose, felt familiar, one Lavi knew all to well. 'Even...even now....' He felt juniors hold finally weaken, and he felt himself wrap his arms around Allen.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 12:24 pm
"Have you not learned better than to fight your superiors...?" it asked turning backwards at the creature's bite as if it didn't bother it at all, as if it didn't feel it. "One." it simply stated, jumping up drawing a line in the air as it moved, using its tails. On the next moment it sent Casey flying back from where he came and smirked.
"I've been known by many names Rynl." it spoke. "To you, I'll be known as Bookman"... it sighed, smirking still. "You're one unworthy of your title, keeping your heart so close to you when you should have resented it, and discarded it." it said. "Even so, I shall deal with you later, you're not the real reason I'm here."it flicked a strand of ebony black hair from its androgynous face and sighed again.
"You've been living with the one known as Lavi. I'm here to kill him." it plainly stated, combing its finger through its hair.
Allen sighed softly at the feeling of arms wrapping around him. Wasn't this the other way round? White wings stretched to either side, to form a cocoon around both himself and Lavi. "Lavi..."he mumbled. "Lavi, wake up. Please. he begged, leaning against the other, his own arms tightenning their hold on the other as well. "Please..." it was a weak statement to make but he didn't know what else to do. In this position it would be easy for 'Junior' to kill him -again,if that was possible- but he needed to free Lavi. He didn't know why he had to save him no matter what. He just felt that he had to. And this was the only way he knew. It had worked in the past. How about this time? And if it worked... what did that mean, for him?
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 1:13 pm
For a second time since he had been dead, Lavi felt it happen again. His limbs turned from oddly shaped arms into human ones once more, and his legs grew longer. When the transformation was over Lavi looked as he had when he died, except he was crying. "Allen....Allen....god i'm so sorry. I let...let him take over again."
"M-my heart? But I did, I've detached myself fully from it." Or had he? Why were these 'emotions' showing themselves now, when he should no longer have a 'heart'?
It was a strange sensation, taking on another form, but Casey felt it, instead of having small wild features he now looked completley rogue, and taller, and if it weren't for the fur, he had a pretty good idea of who he'd look like. "Shut up, say no more, Bookman or not, i'll kill you, just like I did the first time this happened.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 2:26 pm
"I don't need to deal with weaklings like the two of you." it spoke, jumping ahead and away. "I only need to kill Him." it ran from balcony to balcony and up and further away from the two but then, just as it was about to enter the strange vortex when it collapsed. Getting up again it only had one thought in mind, kill Casey. Not Casey, just his heart. The heart needed to be gone, needed to be lost. It didn't belong with a Bookman. Rushing back were it came from, it went straight for an attack, forming the sign for two using its tails it used moved into head-on colliding with the blonde. It had to kill him, Lavi could wait. For the pride of the Bookman Clan, he had to first save the living heir, then deal with those dead.
"It's okay." tears glimmered at the edges of his eyelashes but Allen wouldn't let them fall. "It's okay, Lavi, Lavi..." he held onto him as if afraid he was going to dissapear. He was feeling oddly sad, relieved. He knew he had done the right thing, yet he felt restless. The embrace he was held into, one part of him wanted to jerk away in terror, some internal part though longed for it. Could he long for it, though? For what bits and pieces he could recall... Lavi was Bookman, to-be at least... A Bookman couldn't have feelings, so who was he to cause Lavi to cry? But... that was Lavi... if he didn't have feelings, it wouldn't be him. Maybe that was what 'Junior' was. Maybe it was that part of Lavi, that dark part of him, the discarded identities, and the looming shadow of the Bookman name... He didn't, he didn't want to lose Lavi to it. Not again. Not again. He bit his lower lip not to cry and hid his face.
"Just don't die... don't die again..." and Allen didn't mean physically, of course. He meant his heart. He didn't want Lavi to die, he just didn't. Why was he feeling like this though? It made his heart hurt.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:06 pm
"I won't Allen...don't worry." He felt himself transform back, a pity he could never hold the transformation for long.He transformed back into his usual form, still holding on to Allen. He hated emotions...so much.
Casey chased after the 'Bookman', , surprised when it suddenly came back for him. "____'s connection! I forgotten my own name!?" He screamed aloud, attacking the bookman again in frustration, he noticed something though, how 'he' seemed so oddly shaped, almost liek... "Hey, I don't fight with girls, sorry." He conceded, withdrawing his claws and stepping back.
It was him, and yet it wasn't him...what was going on!? "W-way too many shocks today." He mumbled, standing up on shaky feet. He needed to leave, and fast. The weird feeling Lavi had gone psycho wasn't there anymore but the impending death of himself was.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 10:37 pm
Bookman smirked, a girl...? It had been a while ever since it had last been a girl. Right now it wasn't a girl, no, no matter how effeminate it was. "I'm nor female nor male, though it's too bad you didn't know beforehands and that you won't fight... Rest in peace, Heart of Casey... Know you've caused a Bookman great grief by existing in this world." springing on the air, to form the number for seven, it flew head-on to the other bakeneko, drawing precise lines with the ink-like substance dripping from either of its tails. This technique was known as 'Seven', or 'evening star'. It was a technique very close to ten, seeing how the ten forms of the special fighting style it controlled, scaled in strength from one to ten, with one being the weakest.
The evening star was a technique based on the strange ability to make things draw with the demon-ink real. The 'evening star' though was also known as 'death star' due to its ability to cause slash wounds to its victim that most always killed on the spot, it was an ability that could easily fail due to the target moving, but with Casey it was sure it wouldn't fail, it had checked the other's speed when he ran after it. This would be a piece of cake. "You have seven seconds to make a deathwish, heart of Casey..." it said and smirked.
Allen held onto Lavi as if his life dependent on it, still as if he was afraid, still afraid. His memory was still as hazy as always, but. "I know why I was given those wings, Lavi..." he suddently spoke, lifting his head to look up at the other. "I am no angel, I'm an abomination who doesn't deserve the ability to fly like the birds do... but there is still a reason I was granted with them." he paused to swallow and sighed. "They're here so this time... 'this time' I......" his wings appeared to be growing in size now, glowing a soft silver glow. They had become at least three times their original size (which was already large enough) when they stopped. Allen felt numb again all of a sudden and the next thing he knew was that he was enveloped in a white light.
Allen's hands gently dropped from the embrace they were holding the other ghost in and his body levitated backwards and up to the center of the vortex, away from Lavi, without the use of his wings. The temperature dropped suddently and the ring of light that separated the eye of the storm from the rest of it faded as a layer of ice formed around it, encasing the two in a sphere. The storm outside raged as the wind picked up and thunder struck the world bellow.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 8:29 pm
It...this was it? The end? Casey cried, only slightly. he regreted every awful thing he had done, had regretted lying to Rynl, it was in this regret he thought of his final wish. "I...have a wish......I wish a part of me was still bound to Rynl, so a part of his heart wouldn't die!" He didn't expect the wish to be granted, believing wishes were just a silly thing, but...he felt a part of himself detach, saw it go into Rynl. He cried silently as the blond fell to the ground. "Bye, stupid me."
What was going on? Why did Casey look just like him!? Who was tis androgynous being!? And what Casey mean during his wish!? He didn't have much time to think, as he was suddenly struck by a powerful force, draining him of his energy, the last thing he saw was Casey cry.
"Allen." Lavi whispered, watching the ball of light and the storm. He hoped, prayed the white haired boy would come out okay.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 1:10 am
The warm early afternoon sun poured inside the room painting it a vivid orange hue. The wooden flooring made small sounds as if alive when stepped on. The fire in the fireplace burned brightly making small crackling sounds, gifting its warmth to the room's interior. Part of the floor was covered by a beautiful, embellished in design carpet and on it was a small square table. On the table a single cup of tea was placed, steam could still be seen rising from it indicating it was fresh and warm. Around the table were two couches and a single armchair, a book titled 'diary' laying in one of the couches and a sheet of music on the armchair. In the other side of the room, the first thing visible when you would come through the single door made out of oak-wood that adorned the eastern wall of the room, would be a great glass case covering the wall from floor to ceilling, full of crystal glasses of all sorts and other things that were made out of crystal too, nontheless, the ornate shapes capturing the light that slipped through the window in a million ways, bending, reflecting, diffusing, a absorbing, creating a symphony of light for one's eyes. In front of the case was laid a single grand piano, its lucid black back illuminated by the light, and its ivory keys blindingly bright. It almost looked like a cat, a huge bizzare, surrealistic cat, luxuriously laid on the floor, sleeping under the warm rays of the sun.
The door openned with a small sound and footsteps were heard on the wooden flooring. Soft black shoes stopped infront of the piano as the person to whom they belonged looked at it, wanting to sit down on the pianist's seat and play. Never thinking of it twice, he sat down, his body standing straight, as if he was trainned as a musician. Ten pale fingers struck the keys emitting a perfect hue of music, creating images in one's mind, images that painted the room in its true colors, that would imprint the room in one's memory, music, like a painting for one's ears...
He sat on the couch, quiet, drinking the warm tea slowly, savouring the slight bitterness of the drink. He was listenning to the music, ecstatic. It was beautiful. He didn't doubt once that this wasn't the place where he should be. It seemed ideal, to stay, to rest, to feel like... home...
The music came to a halt a while later. The person playing the piano turned and looked at him. He smiled kindly. He had kind features and was dressed formally, all in black. His eyes where blue, with a slight silver tinge and his rich brown hair fell down, framing his face beautifully. He had to be around his age, he guessed, placing his cup back down on the table, careful so he wouldn't make a sound to disturb the silence of the room. The pianist smiled, still.
"It is good to see you're doing fine, but what exactly are you doing here, Allen Walker?" he asked.
Allen flinched. How did the pianist know his name?
"I see..." the pianist trivially said. "I'm sorry, but I must ask of you to leave." he spoke, making a small bow of the head in Allen's direction. He was courteous and kind, just like a british gentleman should be.
"I... who are you?" Allen asked, confused by the pianist's words.
"Now, now, Allen... it's not my place to reveal that." the pianist giggled as if something funny was said, bringing one hand over his mouth. "It's not the time to ask questions... It's not the right time to come here..." he went on. "You should be on your way."
"Wait!" Allen begged. "Who are you?"
"Wake up Allen!" the pianist yelled, taking a step towards him.
The sky outside of the room darkenned, clouds comming together to form the eye of the storm, the hurricane raged on tearing the little place appart, dropping the glass case to the floor, thousands of crystal objects shattering to billions of crystal shards.
"ALLEN!" the pianist yelled. "Leave while there is still time!!" the furniture all began to move towards the western wall, ripped open by the raging wind. "You will return when it is time for you to! Now go!" he picked something up from the floor then threw it at Allen. The silver headed boy caught it in midair.
"What is this?" Allen asked.
"THERE'S NO TIME FOR QUESTIONS!" the pianist yelled. "WAKE UP ALLEN, WAKE UP NOW!"
A blinding flash of light coated Allen's vision and he was shot back. He watched as the room dissapeared into nothingness...
He openned his eyes and winced as a sting of pain shot through his body, his wings losing their extra volume as that hapenned. The sphere of ice keeping the field in place cracked open and the light encassed inside poured out aplenty, making it seem like a huge shooting star. With nothing to hold him in the air any longer he found himself falling. He was still not used to having wings so he didn't even think of flying to save himself. He wondered what happenned to Lavi, where was he? While falling, it was strange, but his only thought was of him, not of his own safety.
Finally coming at the realizstion that he had wings he stopped his fall, the storm was still raging, though rain didn't seem like wanting to fall. "Lavi!" he called out. His voice slightly shaking. "Lavi where are you?" he was worried, only so worried. He didn't know why, but he was. The only thing that was sure was that this wasn't your ordinary storm, it gave Allen an ominous feeling, as well as the oddest sensation that he had seen something simillar before... but where...?
The bookman knew better than to stay in that place for longer. Oddly agile, he left Rynl on his own and ran away. It wouldn't be remembered when Rynl would wake up, or maybe it would but like a dream not reality, and Casey's death would be a mystery... until next time. Because it would be back. It was the Bookman after all, an amagalmatation of all the Bookmen, past and present and future. In a sense it was like 'the spirit' of the Bookman clan, that was it, right now, and whatever happened, whatever the cost, it would clear the name Lavi had soiled, even if it meant that it would have to purify it in blood. Crimson eyes scanned ahead as it entered the shadows at the side of the road and dissapeared. Those eyes had once looked upon this world lovingly, caringly... Now they held no such emotion. The Bookman had no emotion. It had no feelings to care.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 1:56 pm
Lavi had been watching, waiting for Allen patiently, when he felt a strong presence headed towards he and Allen, wanting ot protect allen, Lavi carelessly went straight towards it, un able to shake off the feeling it felt familiar. When he finally reached the source, he held back a small gasp. 'I....i thought i sent you off."
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 9:36 pm
"Thinking is a bad thing to do, Lavi." the Bookman said. It had not intended to fight Lavi right then and there, certaintly not with the storm raging on, however, he was standing in its path, blabbering nonsense about sending it off -after all it had been a hundred years, who cares about what happenned a hundred years ago?- "Thinking, and questioning are not a Bookman's job. The Bookman observes. He records what he sees not what he thinks he sees or what could have been. It's not a Bookman's place to judge." it went in a fighting possition, crimson eyes, set on the other. It would attempt to drive him down with Nine, if nothing else that wouldn't fail. It couldn't fail.
"It's been a hundred years and you still soil the Bookman name Lavi, I'm here to kill your heart. Once 'Lavi' will cease to exist... then you shall be perfect." it paused wearing a devilish smirk. "Perfect like Rynl is." it hissed assaulting on the spot, jumping to form Nine in the air.
Nine was called Moon or 'Mimicry Death'. It was an illusory ability to use each person's power against them. And in Lavi's case Moon would mimic his fire abilities sending streaming fire in his direction.
Allen had what could be called a premonition. He 'felt' there was something wrong but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly. He was flying around in a panic to find Lavi but when he spotted him, the red-head was already with another. A person that appeared to be a girl at first glance. A person that had somehting familliar. "Lavi!" he called out, suddently knowing what would happen, seeing the creature launch its attack. If only he was faster... he could go between the two, he could stop the creature from attacking. If only his wings were stronger, larger... he pushed forward with all his might, white wings spread at either side as he attempted to reach on time. Even so...
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 9:41 pm
The mention of Rynl had Lavi in panic, what had this thing done to his student!? Perfect it said.... "...Why? That was my job you b*****d!" He cried, dodging the attack just in time. it was his job to make sure the Bookman remained detached from their hearts, noone elses, not even this....this thing claiming to be one had the right. 'But neither does a bookman who didn't even live long enough to earn the title.'
Back where the current bookman lay, a mysterious figure came, the darkness of his skin his prominent feature. "So the brat was right." It muttered, picking the blond up, starting back towards the direction it came from. "I hope it turns out all right...for all of you." As it walked down the street, one could see a red furred tail.
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