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-Mimi, on the other hand, had managed to return to the site of battle, the transformation that took a year to accomplish evident now. Her eyes had lost the sparkle of unheard laughter, her face had been transformed into a mask of frigid marble. No expression shone on her face as she fought with the zombies, not even a hint of remorse or anger. It was as if she were a killing machine of sorts, meant to destroy and not question.

Her pale skin had now been covered in dewey soft white fur with black rosettes and it seemed like she had increased in size just a bit. The girl's face had too been morphed into a more felinesque quality, delicate fangs portruded from a mawl-like mouth (which remained hidden behind a piece of stretched fabric), the amethyst orbs now had the slitted pupils. That long tail of hers was perfectly elongated behind her for support and balance, something that made jumping and flipping through the air that much more easily.

With the glaive-like weapon she'd fashioned, Mimi was capable of beheading a zombie or stabbing them to lift them high over the air while Eliza, who stood close behind, could direct balls of flames with perfect precision.

In fact, she'd been in the middle of slicing up another foe and having it barbecued, when from the skies swooped down a black-winged angel spewing white flames.

For a moment Mimi paused, her eyes widening in shock and joy. For once in a whole year did happiness return to her eyes, relief to her voice.- Hakan! You're still alive!!

-If there was a weakness to the killing machine that Mimi had been turned into it was that boy. That demon boy with the sweet face, pouty lips, long black talons and ebon wings. Hakan Gorotsuki, the love of her life and constant hope in her eyes.

He's dead, Kyaroru, forget about him. He wasn't good enough for you. From the beginning he never was and his death is only the final exclamation of worthless trash. You would've been miserable together, Deisuke had muttered to her shortly after a month of her capture. It was the daily mantra she recieved as to make reconditioning easier. He may have been a demon but he was weak. I have to grant it to him, though, he actually bothered to look for you.

You lied... He lied.. He's still alive! Thought Mimi, dropping her weapon to run up to the boy and embrace him tightly. The long, miserable, lonely nights had been and were still pure torture; a costant reminder that she was alone in the world, torn a part from the one person who trully understood.

As she got closer, she paused, confussion shining in her eyes. The scent was still his, the smell of ashes, blood, loneliness and tragedy still present. Something, however, was inheritalely different. Almost as if he were somebody else. Perhaps it was the level of insanity and wicked joy this new person before her got out of killing. Perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't bothered to acknowledge her already... to say "Hey, Kyaroru-chan, I'll protect you!" like he always had.

He felt different. Distant.

Slowly he started to shrink back, panic taking over. What if Deisuke hadn't lied? What if she was finally gone crazy and was imagening things? That brother of hers, as cruel as he could be, had told her to move on. To kill that part of Hakan that still lingered in her heart because it was going to destroy her someday. How could he have possibly known?

Mimi gasped, the terror, combined with panic, making it nearly impossible to breathe. She could hear the words she'd feared since the night of her capture that fateful night "You said you'd never leave me, but you did. I hate you."

She had promised. She had meant it that night too. Had it been up to her, she would have never left him.... but now it was too late. Fear and remorse were eating Mimi alive from the inside out. In battle, she was now completely useless. -

((You missjudged how Guess does his spells *snicker*))

He tried looking back, back one year ago, when he met that demon. He remembered Mimi being with hakan, sensing both of them in the same room. This thought was accompanied by the question: Why did he not recognise her?. It was quickly disposed of, his third layer vision on, and peering through the new version of Mimi's love. he cuold now see that it was a more complicated situation than his first layer eyes saw. If Guess played his cards right, he could turn this into a giant soap opera, or a slaughter forged by insanity. The odds were looking good.

Aside from his deeper glance at the demon, Guess then watched as the zombies, who were ready to jump out, were also engulfed by the flames. Well, it seemed that the other presence just ruined the mysterious being's fun. he was hoping to see one of them get hurt, or even infected, oh how the emotions would flow around the hyde; he always did enjoy playing with puppets.

Once done glancing, and thinking, the blob of souls stoud upright. The battle was done with, exept for a few half dead zombies, crawling with half their limbs gone. "Well, that sure took care of them" he let out, stepping on a zombie's skull, feeling the green blood ooze form it as he applied more pressure onto it.

"So, demon, what can I call you?" He said coldly, not knowing exacly what Akatsuki would reply. With the same tone, he glanced at the lycanthrope. "Oh, and Mimi, it isn't Hakan, so you shouldn't get your hopes up like that". Guess was usually pretty cold after a battle, especially if someone killed the fun out of it. He was sort of childish that way.

"Those who run with me in hell call me Maikubi." The was an arrogant way of putting that. In short, he didn't hang out with them, they hung with him. As if he was the alpha male of a wolf pack. But more importantly, his words came up jumbled, confusing. Blood was still flowing, the battle was still on as far as Akatsuki was concerned.

As far as he knew, it was just a battle royal. The last person standing victorious, and thus his plan was set into motion, the first step, letting his opponet know of his attack. After all, just killingwasn't exciting.

It was pain twisting it's way onto their faces, as the sensation over took them, the look on their face distorted obscenly. It was the river of scarlet which poured out, or in the zombies case, green. It was.. Just so thrilling, exciting, like a drug. Unlike Mimi, he was honestly.. A killing machine with the Akatsuki-persona ruling. He wasn't forced to ki;ll, he wasn't even ordered or hired. He did it for the feeling. The feeling of his exsistance ruling over all else. The feeling that he was the proven strongest. The feeling that.. No one could touch him. There was also Akatsuki's common sadism. He got.. A 'rise' out of seeing blood spilled, and other such related things..

It was the common masochism which played dominantly in Akatsuki's mind as well. He loved the feeling fear brought him. He loved the feeling, whether it be a blade cutting him or a bullet piercing him. A sturdy sword penatrating his flesh, nothing was better. That was.. Akatsuki, Hakan's hate, anger, desire for being strongest, built into one being. What became of the other emotions?

Again the scythe found itself in his hand as he whirled around. His feet pressing firmly into Jekyll de Hyde's soil, drenched in green blood. The large bladed weapon swung outward, and was released through his hand. There were so many things that could happen from that point on, as far as Akatsuki knew, the bound together spirits would be too slow to dodge it, and there for either the blade would pierce through their chest, or back.

However.. There were other possibilities. Neit could jump over the blade, however.. He would be left at a disadvantage being caught in the air like that. Guess could also dodge to the sides, however.. Maikubi could also counter by rushing forward and easily countering Guess' attack.

Should Guess enter the ground, a not so popular tactic, he could compress the ground, increase the pressure, and crush Guess. However.. There was the factor that Guess was a body of spirits, there for such pathetic physical attacks would be ineffective. However.. His energy with both spiritual and physichal parts, could bring down spirit and living being alike. A demon posessing such tactics.. Was surprisingly possible, after all Demon or not, they still had a soul.

So many possibilities, and yet.. Kyaroru never entered Maikubi's thoughts. However.. As Hakan began to awaken from his slumber, stirring, groaning.. What was the first thought he had? Kyaroru-chan. Was she well? What became of her when he was again engulfed by the flames of Hell? ..What happened to her, during his horrid stay?

But.. What was this? As the blade left his hands, there was another person who claimed him to be this Hakan figure. Hakan reconized the voice, it started bringing him further out of his sleep, however.. What would happen next just might shock someone not used to such things.

"Go back to sleep, ********!" Akatsuki would growl at himself. Who was he talking to? "Demo~!" (But~!) a much more.. Hakan fitting voice would part the black lips again. The stereotypical scene of one insane person fighting amongst their other persona's. Akatsuki/Maikubi/Hakan's hands would rise up to his head as he tried to stagger one way tpwards his.. Friends?

It was then.. That it seemed to come together. It was something much more than your typical multi-personality case. Instead of creating another person to keep himself company, Hakan devided himself. In short, as far as we know.. This is what Hakan's personalities are.

Akatsuki A.K.A Maikubi - Hakan's darker side of himself. He was both a sadist, and masochist. He is also a very angry, and arrogant person. For now, this is the dominant personality, because instead of trying to get away from what happened in Hell, as Hakan did, he stuck around for what torture they had in store for him.

Hakan - By now, Hakan has been reduced to a much kinder person than what he once was. Anger, and other emotions are unknown to this young man. He represents Hakan's lighter nature. He put himself to sleep, to run away from his punishment. With these two, what became of Hakan's sadness?

"I want to say hi to everyone, Akatsuki!" 'Hakan' would whine again trying to step forward. Not only emotionally and mentally was 'he' torn apart, but physichally as well. His white eye, and that portion of his face represented Akatsuki, and the other side.. Hakan, obviously. He was.. Literally fighting with himself, control of the mind body and soul.

][Oops. xd I guess I didn't think about it enough.. I was in a bit of a hurry, after all.][

][ xd Joy.][

Well, at least it should have been impossible, ne? As if Hakan, of his body at least, were a chameleon, his white eye focused upon the oncoming scythe, while the ruby colored one looked on at Guess with confusion. Hakan could no longer remember this being, since.. Well, in all honesty, they had never met before, honestly. It was a possibility that they crossed paths, but Hakan didn't recall meeting this person.

Still, all the same, Hakan was left confused. His friends, attacking him? Or.. Was it he who attacked?! Hakan began to scold himself for bringing Akatsuki to life. However.. Hakan could no longer fight against Akatsuki. His mental nagging could only hope to piss Akatsuki off enough to where that personality would hide for a while.. It was not likely.

Due to the fact that the scythe was moving as such high speeds, one could not judge how to counter the scythe because of it's movements. However.. One could time a point in time where the scythe was no longer a threat, the blade a rather long way away.

In short, Akatsuki began to calculate a point in time when the blade was away, when he could grab the pole. The blade was moving much too quickly to see, however there was a wind given off by the whirling object. When the blade swung at him, the wind was stronger. When the pole was moving towards him, the wind was sharper.

There for, when the wind was sharpest, Akatsuki quickly reached out, and.. Quite amazingly, managed to grab the pole rather than getting his hand lopped off by the blade. Impossible? No. Unlikely? Yes.

Hakan made one last attempt to keep Akatsuki from attacking, the crying voice heard, whining, trying to get the coldest personality from attacking. "Please.. Stop, Akatsuki. We can go somewhere else!"

However, Akatsuki argued. "This person is stronger, more exciting that your normal person.. Don't ruin my fun!" Guess, unfortunetly, brought out both the masochstic side of Akatsuki, and the sadist. However, while the two more dominant personalities bickered, the physichal body was forced to use the scythe to hold them up, sticking the pole into the ground.

- The silence spoke more than words for it could be twisted with by one's inner demons into the face one feared the most and multiply it a thousand times. In her mind, it was Hakan's rejection of hatred, that silence. He didn't have to speak the words in order to crush her and his lack of acknowledgement was in fact, worse than one at all.

If Deisuke could look at her now, he surely would have laughed, perhaps even killed her, for having been so pathetic. One of the Pride's best reduced to a whimpering, snivelling creature frozen in her tracks as her mind closed in from all directions, driving her insane. No. No. The scent couldn't lie, he was in there. Inside that creature the one she loved most was in there.

Mimi recognized that, believed it, but couldn't do anything about it. Remorse, rejection, fear.. it all paralyzed her. Those orbs were open wide now, pupils practically non existence so only a speck of black cound be found amid the bright violet. Confusion. Terror. Mimi heard the voices but couldn't rationalize.

Oh, and Mimi, it isn't Hakan, so you shouldn't get your hopes up like that. That was all it took to send the girl over the edge. That fragile balance between hope and despair was shattered by such a statement, sparking into life the flames of rage.

Cherry's words Fight, fight only encouraged that hatred that ate away from the inside. With animalistic fury Mimi spoke, her words twisted into soul-piercing growl-like scream as life was sparked back into her.

It was only an echo of the time when Mimi died and became Kyaroru, the Pride's best warrior. That night she had almost killed her brother. The taunting. The teasing. The hoplessness of losing all she cared about, it sent her over the edge.- Lying a*****e!! Take that back!

-While Guess worried about Hakan's attack, or rather the empty shell of what once was, Mimi leapt from where she had remained frozen. It was unexpected for the girl to have responded in such a frenzy, but she had, and those claws found a pleasant little home inside Guess's cheek as the other hand sliced at his back. Fury. Insane fury. That's the only thing that could properly describe the turmoil that fed her strength-

Eliza, on the other hand, could only stare as the events unfolded before her, dumbfounded. In the end, she understood and those emeralds fell on Cherry's person. "We need to get Mimi out of here."

Why? Why, what had gone wrong? At the rate things were going, Mimi would end up killing herself in her insnity wether by attacking Guess and getting her a** kicked or simply getting in the way to make sure nothing happened to this 'Hakan'. Love worked in such a strange fashion...

And as far as she could tell, the boy Mimi and Guess referred to was still inside, perhaps lost and most likely dormant. For both their sakes, Mimi and Hakan's that is, the lycanthrope had to go. "Do something, Cherry.. I'll portal us out of here."

Dance my puppets, dance! For the fate of your flesh is tied to strings that make it move to my will.

-The Muffin King

It was a very good thing that Guess made the demon somewhat unfit to battle. Mimi's attack was expected, in fact, it was wanted. His mouth, how he loved it so, the words he spoke always made others do what he wanted them to. This, of course, was inheritted by one of the very strong souls inside him...

His grey spheres were half looking at Mimi as she attacked him. He knew right then that we was not able to dodge the attack in any way. The only advantage -in fact, it was a pretty big advantage- was the fact that the mysterious being had multiple forms he could switch too before death, and the lycanthrope did not.

At that moment, Guess used most of his inner power to summon up two spells around him. First, in less than a second, he absorbed the energy around him so quickly, mist would show as the surrounding air sliped into freezing temperature. As the fire spel from eralier, a ring of frigid magic shot out around him, in an attempt to freeze Mimi.

Second and last spell, wich would hopefully not be needed, if the first took effect, used half the energy absorbed around him by the first attack, and linked him further into the physical world. Now able to manipulate the very fabric of most molecules surrounding him, he made spikes sprout from his body, making sure the lycanthrope would probably shred her claws, right before further attacking him.

This was a sort of perfect combo, since he felt the simple minded raging fury she went into, though if she resisted the ice attack, and clawed at the right spot, Guess would be hit. Furthermore, since his skin isn't the hardest or most resistant of all, she would rip it away in one strike.

The chance of her being frozen, sinking her own claws into a bunch of others, or hitting me are all quite possible. Maybe the fallen demon might attract her attention. Counting on that thought is rather pointless though, felines usualy only look straight ahead once enraged. Slim possibility I shouldn't even look at... Mimi could somewhat surprise, but I am ready to leave another form anyway, hopefully Baza will entertain the hyde further, while I recover.

Having a good number of minds in one had a great advantage, wich was at the speed a person thought. That wich usually poped into Guess' mind was only one tenth of what the rest were thinking. It kind of weeded out those other thoughts that would interfere.

Light, with the intensity of more than one sun shone out of the gash made by Mimi. The light displayed a raw amount of energy within him. If Mimi had looked straight at the wound, she could be blind for a few minutes.

This phenomenon was a unique quality that Guess had. It kind of annoyed him that he couldn't have blood, so he could pass on as a normal being. The light was a sort of blessing, and almost contradicting. The man did wear all black clothing, not really what you would expect to have light come out of.

He crumbled to the ground, the gash being large, and twisting the fabric of reality as it stayed this way. "Oh well" He said, looking completely normal. It seemed that this being was impervious to pain. It did make sense though, there was no nerve endings implied into his structure.

He peered down at his hand wich was glowing, the white hair hiding some of his face, some of the light shifting around him: he was changing form. "Hmm...eenie meany miny mo..." Were his last words before his figure was engulfed in a strong light.

The transformation did not last very long. The light turned into a figure, wich soon sculpted itself into the frame of a man. Though Guess could have chosen a girl, he chose another masculine form to take his place. He knew any of the forms available to him right now were too weak to fight Mimi, so he chose a form that could amuse the hyde, and run away without getting a scratch.

The build of this new form was rather strange. His lower area was very devellopped, legs spreading out a little, and noticeable leg muscles, perfect for carrying heavy weight and going at high speeds. Too support that weight, he had a good set of shoulders, not as big as body builders, but enough to get some luggage form here to there. The limbs hanging from those shoulders were rather fine and delicate, his hands were those of a true artist.

As the shape grew clothes, it was apparant that he wore very loose and comfortable clothing. A large peice of mass on his back, about twice his size was there. It was most probably a backpack, but who ever heard of someone having that much stuff?

Soon colors appeared, and the new form was fully shown. Dark emerald eyes were present, accompanied with a slim cute nose and a mouth wich already had a smile of mischeif. Light red hair would go in all directions, with fox ears pointing out, of course, having the same color hair.

Indeed this was a fox being, since now we saw that the large hump behind him was a large backpack with a fox tail. This sack of things was almost exploding, a few shiny spoons and weapons popping out from the top. For a fox, he had a humungous tail, especially with lots of fur. It was strong enough to help the man support the weight of his luggage with no pressure, this was a being truly made for travelling.

Those clothes mentioned aerlier are more apparent now, the fact that they were red and made of silk was clear. A small jacket made of leather, cut to the shoulders and wide open with no zipper, rested upon that large oriental silk shirt. His pants came together as a puff of air at half way down his shin, same with the shirt and forearms. The rest of the four limbs were covered in shiny bracelets and charms.

Bare feet this man had, though the rest of his body evolved form all the moving, his feet remained, although used to travel alot, soft and pale. Finally a large racoon tail was set upon his left shoulder, completing his little set of clothing. Enter Bazah, the fox merchant.

As his little green eyes peered open, the only thing he saw was an angry female lycanthrope. "Hi there! Would you like to buy some tissues to get some of that blood off? ?" The happy merchant asked, with a friendly smile.

Though he seemed like an innocent little fox merchant, Bazah was the slickest in negotiating prices, and never wasted a time to offer a deal to anyone. Even if it is risky, his legs are always ready to make him go ten feet away in less than one second. Slippery little devil...
"Or maybe some nice soap, made especially for neko-jins. It was made out of leaves in an eastern temple by some monks who took care of some poor werewolf that happened to collapse there after being exhiled form his village" Did I mention he was a good liar too?

((If you want, I can add a profile for Baza >.<))

"Damnit." Muttered Eliza, crossing her arms before her face to save herself from the blinding light. Cherry seemed to have frozen herself wether out of fear or awe but the point was that it definately wasn't helping. There was the demon boy who once saved the day, passed out from mental exhertion, Cherry was not entirely there and Mimi was going batshit crazy on Guess. Something had to be done before they all killed each other and it seemed like everything fell on her.

It was a good thing then, that there had been a brief interlude in which Eliza had managed to regain strenght and prepare herself for the strain that was to come. After all, she'd never opened simultaneous portals before. If one big enough for her to use tired her out, imagine what three would do.

A witch's source of power was the universe and all living things. Channeling such things and managing to control them was a difficult thing, but one of the easiest ways to wield the magick was by her own life line. Her own blood.

Spells took time, especially for a novice like her, but Eliza wasn't stupid. Magick ran in her blood from generations, the only inheritence from her no-good father. Inside her grimmoire, she had found several spells of interest, some she had used for havock, some she never really understood but intuition told her she'd need.

When she had gone up to fetch supplies, she'd gone off to get something. A black handled athame whose blade had been blessed by several runes, a long with a small vial containing a thick crimson fluid. Without a word she stepped toward Cherry and knelt down, pouring out from her vial a few drops of the thick liquid. With the tip of the athame it seemed to glow. "With the crimson fluid that ebbs and flows, I give to thee, Mother, a part of me. Help us and take us home, to the place where evil and harm are none."

As she spoke, she moved the athame up as if slicing through the air, carrying with it the glowing energy. At the end of her chant, a rift in reality was caused as to show a black, velvety void complete with sparkling stars. Her time was now limited. Already she was beginning to feel the drain of having to carry another through the portal with her. Through the rift Eliza pushed the pink girl before stepping through it herself.

Instantly the rift closed, only to open once more, just before the unconcious Hakan. Eliza then stepped out of the portal, and repeated the procedure, this time without getting up but rather cutting the rift below herself and the boy.

The third and final time the portal was cut open was beneath Mimi's own feet, just as the other was about to launch herself against her newest foe. "Don't be stupid, Mimi, get a hold of yourself." Those were the last words echoed before the portal was shut.

(( You don't want Mimi invoking the wrath of Shiva. Its scary. -shiver-))