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the heart beated in his hand. turning down a few corridors he walks into a room that was dimley lit. in the center was an elegently carved box. walking over to it he kneels down and opeans it. looking inside he places the heart inside it. shutting the box he picks it up and turns to cyrea. "This box contains what liveing remains of our father. i want you to hide it cyrea to where no immortal nor mortal being can find it." setting the box down in front of her he takes his son off her back and handles him gingerly.

Cyrea picked up the box as Kyfen was lifted off her back and nodded to him. "Alright. Can do." She walked off in the direction of her special area-the springs of nightmares.

There, she stood in front of an open coffin with the box in her hands like an offering. Inside the box was a man, a bloody cut slicing his body in half. His face was calm, beautiful, but empty. His dark eyes open to envision the stars above him that would never be. His hair hidden under a crown, deep black where you could see it, just like Cyrea's. He was clothed in a darkness priest's robe, split in two at his waist.

Cyrea handed the box to him, set it in his waiting hands. "Never let it go..." She whispered as tears rolled across her face. "Never let it go, Zagato." Then she closed the crystaline lid, locked it, and turned away.

She didn't want to look at the empty face of her teacher anymore.

Her tears evaporated as she passed the heat right in front of the door, and when she returned, no sign that water had ever been on her face existed. "OK then. Back to Earth."

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Kyfen opened his eyes, wearily.
Where?
He frowned. It was difficult to think; like thick sludge in his head. Sure, hefelt better than he had aminute ago- fractured conciousness repaired, to a degree. He wasn't quite sure who he was, or who was holding onto him at this precise point in time. In fact, he wasn't sure of verymuch at all.
Kyfen. Is my name Kyfen?
Images kept flashing past his mind, images too gruesome, too horrible to be real. But they were. Kyfen screamed, as if the torture continued still.
Pleasedon'thurtmeIdidn'tdoanythingjustletmedieplease
Unable to paused for breath, Kyfen settled into hysterical laughter, eyes bulging slightly.
Kill me!
Kill me!
Kill me!
Just kill me!
Unable to laugh anymore without choking up his lungs, Kyfen finished, slmping forward, face twisted into a look of horror that gradually faded into something slightly more sane.
Kyfen. Yes, that's me. Kyfen. That's my name.

Kyfen looked at the man bending over him. Memories of his face screamed behind a wall in his head, desperate to be heard. Kyfen wished he could hear them, but he couldn't. It hurt- and he was tired of hurt.
Son? Is he my... Dad?
Flashed of before tried to surface in his mind, but his strengthening mentality pushed it back down. A shudder ran up the boys spine, causing him to shiver with cold. But still one sentence ran up through his spine,
Is he going to..?
Panic rose in his heart. Scrambling backwards, he looked at Yata with wide-eyes, wanting to trust him but unable to.
When will this be over? He found himself thinking When will it all. Just. Stop!
He looked around frantically. He wasn't going to go through that again. He didn't know where he was, or what he was doing. All he wanted to do was get out. And there was an easy option to that.
Nothing. Not on the beside table, on the floor, not even on his 'father' himself. Kyfen looked at the man. He didn't look like a bad person. But... the glow emanating from him wasn't normal. Something was wrong with this person. He wasn't normal, couldn't be trusted, no matter what his gut instinct told him.
Still watching the man, Kyfen raised his hands to his throat.
This is the only way. He can't hurt me if I die.
Doubts crept up, pushed back down by illogical denial. If dying was that simple, then why didn't he die back then?
Do it. Quick, before he stops you. It'll happen anyway.
There was no way he could take the man down by himself. At least he wouldn't have to hurt anymore.
Pressing his nails against the skin on his throat, Kyfen began to gouge, with great fervour. At first, the skin merely turned red under Kyfen's fingers, but he soon struck blood, tearing off chunks of skin and throwing them onto the duvet sheet beneath him. ((I'll leave off for now, but I could go on. I've been watching too much higurashi.)) He continued, until his fingers pierced his windpipe, unable to dig any further, life blood pouring out onto the bedsheets. Kyfen watched, gurgling in horror, as he failed to loose conciousness.
Why aren't I dead? I should... I should... I want to...
He wailed, tears running down his cheeks, for quite a long time. As he did so, the wounds on his neck closed quickly, blood quickly replacing the losses sustained. If it hadn't been for the blood everywhere, it might well never have happened. When he finished, he looked back at his 'Dad'.
"Why can't I die? It's not fair!"
He buried his small, child face in his hands.
"Hurt me then. Maybe you stand a better chance of killing me than I do."

((Uh hu, wll I'm not actully goign to be on tomorrow either...So if someoen could pelase fill me in it'd be much loved...Since I don't have much tiem to read what has happend either..))

((Great...and Kyfen Killing yourself is my job! Only uhm...I kill myself..I think you get what i mean better then I do...))

Matthew sighed and slid down a near by wall. "Death just ******** take me..I have no reason to live...And no one oviously cares if they all left me here...Although Kyfen's more important and so is stoping that guy...Wow, I'm not important at all, it's true I'm really not...." Matthew shook his head..

((Oh i have an idea! The father guy posses Matthew and he joins the darkside...))

"Um...Kyfen. Kid. Calm down. Unless I want you to die-and I don't-you aren't going to die. Neither is he, or anyone else. Oh, right, no memories. Um...I'm Cyrea. Like...the Grim Reaper. Remember me? Probably not. Gaia? The garden of Eden? Any of it? Oh, s**t...." Cyrea slapped her forehead, then turned to the wall and started bashing her face against it.

Hard.

Why had she denied killing, removing her father from the world for ages? It was because the candle had shown a promising start, a large candle. And Zagato had taken the correct snuffer to remove other immortals with him to the crypt. She couldn't take anything from Zagato that he had taken with him because it was 'too dangerous'.

Cyrea could feel the ooze of blood on her forehead trickling down her face. She hit slightly lighter, but it hurt now. "s**t...." She mumbled. Then she turned around to face Kyfen, wiping away the blood as the wound emitted steam and folded into her perfect, unwarped skin. She approached him, hands already glowing with the healing power. "OK, Kyfen? I'm just gonna fix your neck...I don't want to hurt you..." The white orb of healing reached toward his open throat, intent on closing it and preventing breathing damage.