Surprise, Surprise.
"There! Just around that bend! It went that way!"
"C'mon, Tom. We've been hunting it for hours! Surely it's vanished by now. You said it could do anything it wished to do, right? Maybe it sprouted wings and flew away! Right back into the clouds of your imagination!"
"Shut up!" The first voice snarled defensively, a bit sharper than necessary for silencing one who was obviously teasing. Upon hearing the awkward, brash croak of the two-legged male's voice again, it immediately froze, breath coming out from between clenched incisors in sharp, ragged gasps. It lowered its eyes, calmly, at first it seemed, and it took relief in the obvious fact that it wasn't so trapped and panicked that it could still control a most basic and thoughtless action such as eye movement. But then, after attempting to focus its gaze upon the shady ground, the dull, emerald green faded momentarily, and, as it seemed to zoom in and then back out so rapidly that it was like riding one sick, perverse Carousel controlled by Satan himself, it winced, its breath coming out sharper now, irregularly in restrained pants now, the steam erupting its parted mouth in short little bursts. The creature, though it yearned for fresh gulps of the chilly, refreshing element the two and four-leggeds below alike tagged 'air', it didn't take siphon more than a few sips every breath, for fear that the two-legged hunters would hear, and give it even less time to sprint away.
It wasn't usually like this, and it confused itself as to why it was suddenly experiencing such, earthen needs and handicaps. It hadn't started this bad, that's for damned sure. It had begun on a peaceful day, though for the ancient being, time wasn't of the essence, in fact, it was friends with time itself, but down on the planet it had constructed with all the care, and tenderness that had plagued it to make something creative, and productive, and not only these two elements, but beautiful as well. But, nevertheless, the earthen day had been beautiful, a soft, lazy Summer's day, the rare kind of day neither too blistering or frigid, but balancing, on the tip of a knife it seemed, in the very middle. It had been the kind of day where Human trainers, babies compared to the endless being watching lovingly from up above, couldn't help but smile and be at one with each other and nature, magnetized like Combees to honey to the outdoors, no matter what indoorsy tasks demanded to be complete. The kind of day where wind laced not only through the uncombed manes of little children able to run about and play barefoot on the lawn, but trickled through the tallest, oldest Trees that soared sky-high, trees unseen or untouched by the two-legged kind, and that the earthly Pokemon below knew were as old and sacred as time itself.
And so, the day had come where it had decided to descend, and pay tribute to lovely days as these, for it didn't control them. It left this tasks to the elements, and knew that somewhere, the one possessing the Light element must be in a harmonious mood. It had come down, quietly, carefully, without any announcement, prefering to be left on its own as it surveyed its work up close. But gone unnoticed, a sinister force had been watching, an Ariados crouching in shadow to spring on the Beautifly at opportune moment. And now..
It glanced down shortly, tongue lolling from its mouth as it released its clamped incisors briefly, as the tongue snaked limply toward the ground, a sudden rustling in the brush surrounding it causing it to alert suddenly, drooping eyes struggling to remain alert as it re-set its jaw, clamping painfully down upon its pale, slender tongue, hardly noticing as the flesh split there, and a sudden eruption of hot, tangy crimson fluid bubbled fiercely down the progressing path, soon running out of room and freefalling in midair, a red rapids of sorts, and splattered into the emerald grass where it was soon absorbed back into the ground. For the time being, its mind was absorbed, honed in on one, single noise, the tell-tale hissing of the bushes, signaling someone or something's approach. As it had nothing but the two-leggeds to fear, it hoped that something would emerge, rather than someone.
"Get your hindend in gear, James! And stop stopping to snack! You'll have plenty of time for that when we get back to the lair. Just try to picture for a moment all the rows upon rows of tables piled high with food.."
"Mmhm.." The second man finally agreed, and just by the sound of his voice, it noticed that he was salivating all over itself, and though its powers had dwindled, almost down to zero due to the obvious amount of energy it was taking to sustain itself through its energies, its acute mind could still pick up on the hint of a trace of a thought. The two-legged's thoughts were consumed with swirling images of meats and cheeses, Grumpig hinds, Tauros steak, the fresh, roasted meat of their fresh slain calves, and, this one made it cringe and shudder most horribly of all as it struggled to keep every muscle still, relaxed. The only noise now was the erratic throbbing of its heartbeat as it struggled not to bolt again. Maybe, if it remained completely and perfectly still the would soon..
"Thick and rare meats, Tom!" The man James whispered excitedly, the river of drool progressing down his chin growing longer, and longer, until his companion was reeling away from him in disgust. The man posessed a dangerously excited gleam in his eyes ringed with fat from consupmtion of such meats. It froze, hardly daring to lift its cloven hoof, as it caught wind of the two-legged sidekick Jame's saliva. He reeked of blood, and the scent nearly ruptured it's stomach. Cooked blood, boiled blood, blood fried up in a pan, baked blood.. But blood nevertheless. Very slowly, it lifted a hind hoof, attempting to very quietly and carefully take a step back. It was faintly aware of the hot blood trickling down its back, matting and staining its snowy coat, soft as silk red, just beginning to cake and harden around the edges as it still flowed effortlessly in the middle. Wrong move.
SNAP! The very edge of its hoof, a point so thin and delicate that it could be the point of a knife, snapped a dried twig in half, causing both men to swivel around toward the clearing. A final penetration, and the men had both infiltrated the spot where it stood. Cornered, its back pressed to an old, hollowed-out dead tree, it slumped its shoulders in defeat, knowing it had been bested. The hunt was over. There he was, the lean, hard cold-blooded killing machine, tall, with a hunter's glittering eyes, and his sidekick, his henchman, the chubby pot-bellied Grumpig of a man who examined it like it was meat on a spit, rather than a living, breathing entity standing just in reach of his fingertips.
"You.." He gasped, the formation of those two little words proving such a task, that it hacked up a mouthful of blood on the process, spitting it in the path of the two men. The duo paused, but only very briefly.
"I've watched you from above.." It tried again, this time with more sucess.
"You hunt with no intentions of consuming, you don't want to turn into the fat gluttonous hog your companion's become. But even he is more honest than a snake like you! You lure defenseless creatures I put on this earth for you in, and you end them, like they never had a life before the moment a twist of cruel fate landed them in your hands! You silence them, and take what you greedy two-leggeds deem as valuable. You steal, eggs, horns, anything you think can reap you a little money, and a little honor.."
"And now i've cornered the most alluring prize of all, the grand daddy of all creatures of insolence, of mindless beasts, their king. Their maker.."
"I'm your maker as well." The creature stated, still fiercely proud. Its knees shook, bones trembled as it longed to lay and rest. But pride kept it from caving, for bowing before this despicable two-legged.
"And it's time you've met me, your maker, and had a little dose of your own medicine! For every lifeform you squashed like an insect beneath your Shoe, for every 'hunt' you thought brought you one step closer to me.. You thought wrong!"
"Can it!" The man snarled, lip curling upward above a set of perfectly straight Pearly whites, and even through his fixated mask of anger, it softened at his hardened expression. But this moment of weakness, this split second of love and tenderness for all things stirred to life, kneaded and molded beneath caring paws proved to be the great god's pitfall. As the glint sparkled once, and then faded, the two men were left facing a desolate, broken-down looking creature. no longer a beautiful ivory God so illusive and awe-inspiring, it seemed almost untouchable, unbreakable, an impossible beast to target, but appeared more suspectible now. So painstakingly real, and Human, as it cowered weakly at their mercy, the blood the duo weren't sure had even existed draining its organic figure fast, dripping down its side and splattering onto the shadowy grass, the blades stretching, curling upward to receive their god's rain, the crimson droplets splicing on the very point of the blade, resembling the tip of a sharpened knife. The blood neither went one way, or the other. It simply just found a balance, split down the middle.
"It.. was.. all my fault.. My child.. You can't really be.. expected to take the blame.. for my.. selfishness. I wanted.. companions... companions.. with a mind of.. their own, that I could.. guard and protect.. for all eternity.. Forever and--" The creature's chest spasmed once then, a bloodcurdling moan erupted its quivering lips as yet more blood erupted from the orifice that served as the creature's mouth, bubbling over and then cascading down, creating not a light sprinkle, but a heavy downpour unleashed upon the knife-like blades.
For a brief moment, the expression on the man's face softened upon sight of the obvious distress he and his partner were causing the God Pokemon.
"I never thought of it that way," He whispered, scratching at the crown of his head, the man at his side's face contorting into a muddled one of confusion as he contemplated his companion's sudden change of heart. In a second, the man's narrow face had whipped back up, cruel, pale eyes igniting, seemingly in flame, a freezing, cold type of fire, as his thin lips twisted upward into a tight-lipped, Devilish grin. His face, lit at a slant by the clear, beaming full moon to match a perfect day had bathed his face in scattered shadow.
"But now that I have, I only wished I would've hunted your rare, beautiful hide sooner! It'll make a nice rug on my hardwood floor. Or maybe, instead i'll toss it to the Ratattas and just fry your flesh up into a stew that will make me as infinitely powerful and 'all-knowing' as you.. Heh. What a joke. All-knowing my arse. If you were as wise as the prophecies all claimed, you would've seen us coming. And now, my dear Arceus, it's time for me to make history, and you to meet YOUR maker!" With a final, erratic smirk, the man lifted a burly arm, a roughly cut, jagged sword dangling just from his fingertips. Arceus winced, once, bracing himself as he squinched his sorrowful eyes closed, ears overflowing within them and drizzling down his soft, furry cheeks, absorbing into his silken fur, staining them rather than dropping off his chin. The creature shivered once, pondering his fate once the blade had cut his organic form down. Where would his spirit float? Freely, throughout the universe until it found some other galaxy to grip firmly onto? Were there other Gods, minding his universe as he had minded this one so well, for dynasty upon dynasty.. Would he be reincarnated into another, lower form?
The moment of truth..
"Have mercy on me..." He whispered, a rift of that same, lazy wind blowing blowing through to dry the tears away that had fallen on his fur, eyes casting up to take in the stars, the infininite, millions of stars he had created at a stronger time, one by one, each as lovingly as he had created this planet.
"Oh no you don't, big guy!"
"You're not giving up on us yet!"
The creature turned, astounded, to look behind him. And once he took in the sight of the five ladies behind him, he let loose a wide grin.
"Girls..You made it!"
"Don't I feel strangely like a Powerpuff girl..." The child of the Light, the one with the pale face, and dark hair, yet eyes like the Sun on its strongest day smoke, and she exchanged a dismayed glance with the one standing directly at her right, another pale child with furry, Buneary-like ears sprouting from the top of her skull. They both shrugged, seemingly amused by the random predicament they had both so suddenly wound up in, and the first child, the Light elemental tugged at the heroine outfit she was wearing, coincidentally the outfit that perfectly matched each of the other five girls', save for color. A Sailor-like blouse trimmed in yellow, and a mini skirt much too mini for her own good.
Eyaaaah! Where's the rest of it?! Arceus could hear this child's flabbergasted thought humming across his mind, a pleasant, melodic tune, unlike the harsh, screeching chord the man pursuing him had presented earlier. He let loose a quiet chuckle, that, on any other given day, at full strength, would've rumbled the earth and swayed all the seas. Normally, the girl wouldn't be so self-conscious, her element required her to dress scantily, for, this girl, along with the Earthen element, was very much organic and required light, as a Plant might, to thrive.
"Take that back, this is a Sailor Moon-induced nightmare! We're the eyecandy for a fat, imaginative pervert who likes a little too much leg for his own good!" At the notion of this, the Light Child and Ice Child shrieked, much to the bemusement of the four other children.
"Don't forget, we're here for a reason.." A soft voice sternly reminded the bewildered duo, who soon both grimaced simultaneously and smiled.
"Ah.." The Ice child muttered.
"Okay girls, let's do it!" The Light Child called out.
"Sailor... Light!" She giggled, thrusting forth an elagonated staff that seemed to have sprung from virtually nowhere, and was now outstretched in the delicate hand that grasped onto it. The light she cast forth was like a beam, a soft, soothing ray of healing, and glanced upon the great god's wound, embracing it gently within a warm, quivery embrace, and after several slow seconds, dissipated in miniscule sparkles, as the shield burst, sending out tiny sparkle of light forth into the sky, all over the night.
"Sailor... Ice!" The Ice Child cried out, and from the palm of her hand erupted an icey glare, freezing the porker in his place just as he had been about to take a step toward the God Pokemon, who had just been renewed through healing. The man froze, quite literally, and fell over, toppling over onto the ground, where he remained, still and hard as stone.
"Sailor.."
"Fire..." A girl mumbled, a girl who just so happened to be on her way to a very prestigious School, and who also happened to be the girl out of whose imagination the midsummer night's dream had leapt. With a start, the young female had awoken, her skin tingling in the slightest from the sudden stirring of her stilled form, the curlicued ribbons rustling against her bare knees as cautiously, she extended her bony arms out in a much-needed stretch. She glanced around her, and as a soft sigh of relieft blew gently from the back of her throat out between parted lips, and her translucent eyes brightened as she let her head fall against the chilled glass of the Helicopter window, the rare iciness of the late Summer night serving as a compress to her head, which throbbed wildly in anticipation, the intensity of the dream it had just spun out still racing around uncontrollably inside her brain.
"What would've come next?" She wondered simply, raising a slender hand to the back of her cranium, rubbing vigorously there in order to alleviate the unease that had settled inside her, upon recollection of the hairy, gorey details of her slumber. The question reflected so many more that bounced around, sky-rocketing off the walls of her mind, colliding into one another only to jet off into a different direction, each so rapid in passing, and such a blur, that she coul never quite finish the first in order to begin the next. Of one thing, one aspect of her runaway imagination she was sure was absolutely and positively certain: She was a Sailor Scout.
"I knew it!" She cheered silently, kicking her feet back up against the seat, set lips breaking out into an enormous grin as she shoved off against the back of the empty seat in front of her, for she seemed to be the only passenger traveling this late-night flight.
"All these years, they tried to tell me I wasn't special. Tried to tell me that I was just lucky to be in favor of Arceus, but I knew that couldn't be it! I mean, who would Arceus favor? And why would it be me? Of all the millions of beautiful and talened trainers, gym leaders, and Contest Coordinators in the world, why would he choose me to shower his gifts upon? He wouldn't. And so, the truth of the matter must be this: I must be some sort of extraordinary being.. And in the dream, I said I was a Powerpuff girl, but we were all Sailor Scouts.."
"Ciel?" The girl called out inquisitively, eyes scouring the plane for any sight of her four-legged, bushy little companion. When sh had dozed off, soon after strapping in for the flight to the small Island the Cineris Titan Academy inhabited, knowing full well that it was a full day's flight from where she stood, on homebase, the ground she had grew up in. Well, sort of. Not to mention the fact that in technical terms, Midian was but a four year-old, in terms of how much of the past she remembered. She had come with all the basics, language, reading and writing, and toilet skills, as well as how to feed herself, and operate most basic technology, she had remembered basically everything, save for her memories. Her parents had never taken her to see a Psychiatrist, convinced that their precious little angel was fine, had, in some self-defense mechanism against trauma, locked away all the memories she had ever held dear to her inside a well of pain, and that when she was able to come to own terms with her past experiences, the barricade blocking her memories would shatter.
But deep down, Midian knew this wasn't to be. She didn't feel like she thought a repressed person should feel, she had had no unusual bouts of anger, or pent-in sadness trying to be released bottled up, and, truth be told, most of the time, felt like an average, normal kid. She knew the memories would never come flowing, because somewhere, at the very pit of her stomach, buried away in the deep recesses of her labryinth mind, a notion was tucked firmly away that made her aware that before the awakening in the Forest, she had had no other memories.
Normal.. Midian laughed nervously, somewhat under her breath. This word always struck an ache with her, the word itself a concept she had struggled with basically since she had been found, as a pre-adolescent, in the middle of her ascent from childhood to womanhood, it seems.
I never had a Childhood.. Midian let these words spill out over the canvas of her lips for what must have been the thousandth time.
And maybe, maybe that was the vital key to cracking this case open.. This mysterious, curious case of normalcy. How do you define 'norm- A sudden tremor jolted Midian from her rambling thoughts, and as the Helicopter staggered, unevenly in mid-air for a brief moment or two, Midian became aware of a loud thudding behind her. The noise wasn't really a thudding sound, but Midian could think of no other way to describe it. It was sort of like the bouncing of a massive rubber ball on tile. Cautiously, with one thin arm safeguarding the side of her face, Midian peeped over her shoulder, only to let out a surprised little laugh. Speaking of cases, the case of the vanishing Eevee had just been solved. Ciel, who had obviously made himself a comfy little nook in the overheard luggage rack was whizzing full-force across the short space from the back of the Helicopter, to the front, where the Pilot manuvered carefully. Just before the little Eevee could become nothing more than splatter on the dashboard, an agile hand shot out to cuff the little Evolution Pokemon around the cuff of his furry little neck, permanently halting the Normal-type never meant to fly in what would've been a definite crash and burn.
"How did you sleep?!" She inquired pleasantly, biting the inside of her lip to keep from interrupting the little Fox-like Pokemon in her own excitement, pale cheeks instantaneously flushing pink, as if forced to bear a secret dying to be told.
"Hopefully your dream wasn't as whacked out as mine! This Academy is a battle Academy, after all, first and foremost, so we may just have to show them our stuff tomorrow! Er.. Today!" Midian grimaced, after checking her watch once, realizing that it was just past 5:30 am.
"I can't afford to have you taking a little snooze in the middle of battle, anyways.." The enthusiastic trainer groaned, and though she had intended on giving her pet a chance to speak, though his mouth was wide open in preparation, her mind couldn't cease in filling with statements to interrupt.
"Ciel, have you ever stopped to consider the fact that we've never ever battled once before in our entire lives?!"
"Vee!" The little Eevee cried out in exasperation, reminding his trainer that she had been the one who had ordained the "No battle unless absolutely necessary" policy. Ciel really hadn't minded the possibility of coming face to face in combat with a fellow member of his Pokemon species, but at each of his insistences, Midian had just as obstinately shot all notions down. She didn't believe in unnecessary battle, the product of a defense-inspired healing element rather than a harsh, blazing offensive element, such as fire or ice. Still, the little Eevee, more or less a very ordinary Pokemon, youthful and playful as he was, still had strains of fighting tendencies coursing through his veins. The little pup posessed the blood of a champion, and he, surprisingly ambitious for a Pokemon, though completely oblivious to his past, planned to live up to that.
"Attention, all passengers.." The Pilot started on a miniature microphone clipped to the collar of his Tee shirt started, in an attempt to be humorous, since, as a private charter, his only passenger for the time being was Midian and her little Eevee. The two halted in their playful banter to just stare bleakly at the madly grinning Pilot. Immediately, he straightened up and cleared his throat, perhaps in an attempt to sound more professional.
"Below us, as you see, is the glamorous Cineris Academy- Don't get the opportunity to see it this high up very often" He added, grinning good-naturedly as he paused for a moment in order to let Midian and Ciel get a good look at it before descent. He needn't have worried, though, for the teenage girl who occupied the Cab had bigger things to take into account than the vastness, or the beauty of the Cineris Titan Academy in person, though just days before, she had been absolutely thrilled to finally be on her way to seeing it in person. Now, she worried. Worried about a room mate, about whether the room mate would be a blushing social butterfly, with all the refined grace and charm Midian felt she would never ever be able to posess, and whether or not she would look like a tongue-tied freak visiting from Planet Socially Awkward.
"I hope my social retardation won't be an issue. But it shouldn't be, should it?" Midian muttered down to Ciel, who, sensing his trainer's sudden anxiety, and the unusually quiet voice that hinted at fear, remained quiet as well for once, staring up at her with confused chocolate eyes. His trainer had never spoken of such things before. Actually, truth be told, before today, around him at least, she had never really used formal words with him. The two had spent every waking moment together, and so, by now, simple mouthwords didn't have to be spoken for him to sense how she was feeling. And at the moment, she seemed to be feeling pretty stressed. Of all the nooks and crannies of five guest bedrooms she had been abl to fill back home with the belongings her desperate parents showered over her, Midian had only brought one suitcase and a Duffel bag. And mostly everything she had brought along were close, and personal toilettries. They had spared the excess trinkets, opting for a new more practical outlook.
"Alright Ciel. Let's go." For the girl, as well as the miniature Pokemon at her side, the hike from the Helicopter landing pad seemed long, and arduous, though it couldn't have been more than two hundred feet to the front door. For approximately 5:15 in the morning, there sure was alot of traffic, studentwise, not automobile. Midian had yet to see one single road on this whole island. Strangely enough, none of the students seemed in any particular hurry to get anywhere. Midian was confused. From Teenie Bopper Soap Operas to Animated series on the Disney channel, School inevitably a;ways contained sutdents scurrying to class- rushing as if in some desperate life or death conquest to reach the classroom door. Of course, in the funny ones at least, the epic quest was always a fail. But these students were gathered in a large mob, completely ignoring the arrival of the newcomer, much to Midian's relief. Her arms nearly rolled right off her shoulder blades, she was so relieved not to be the immediate center of attention, as she thought she would be. She was starting to like this School.. Alot. And then, just as she had begun to settle into a mezzo-comfortable state of mind, she caught a snippet of coversation.
"A couple of them.. Yeah, that weirdie with bunny ears.... Stabbed, nearly to death.. Kitchen knife.. A teacher on heroin... Addiction becoming.. too much..snapped... took him down with her."
What? Midian thought, doing a doubletake as she considered inquiring more about the conversation. After debating for a moment, she decided against it.
"The last thing I want is for them to think I was eavesdropping.." Midian sighed out the side of her mouth, casting a wary glance down at Ciel, who in turn stared back up at her uncertainly.
"Do you think they were just talking about a movie or something? I mean, what are the chances.. It's only the second day. Do youthink they're doing some kind of murder mystery or something?!" Midian whispered excitedly, eyes growing large and dreamy as she clasped her hands together.
"And we're missing it! C'mon, Ciel! Let's go see where to sign up! Pffft. Sailor Moon. I'll be the next Sherlock Holmes." She grinned playfully down at the little Evolution Pokemon, who seemed to have caught wind of something strange.. of something.. Midian sniffed once, and then she smelled it too. A rusty, salty kind of scent that blew around like, like some kind of indoor fragrance, only this one made Midian absolutely queasy. Suddenly, Ciel growled, taking a defensive stance before his owner as his thin lips curled back over a pair of tiny, but sharp incisors, the Pokemon baring them warningly to the world. His chocolate eyes had locked on something, but as Midian tried to follow his gaze, he suddenly turned and took flight, tail tucked inbetween his legs. Midian sighed, preparing to give chase after the little Eevee, but before she could even get started, he had stopped just as suddenly, having hopped only a few mere feet to the other side of her. Like a little hunting hound, he pointed, with a front paw in the direction of a building. On closer observation, Midian noticed that this building was significantly lower than surrounding building, and had more windows. Three short steps led to the entrance, which was propped open, as if to allow the light Summer's breeze to drift in. Midian saw nothing particularly special about the building, it resembled the others in every other aspect, design, quality.. But then, from the very corner of her eye, so tiny and so brief, that she might have been imagining it, Midian saw a flash.
A tiny, smidgeon of yellow light, flashing momentarily at the very bottom righthand corner of her eye. Had it been any other person standing in this exact spot, and had this flash reached them in the exact same way, they might not've noticed it, but instead, rubbed at their eyes, blamed it on the obvious lack of sleep, and walked away. But as this little flash tried its best to elude the girl, Midian's eyes just as quickly drew the light in, and as it paused before her iris, Midian noticed an explosion of yellow, covering her whole eye, flaring up in her face before drawing back in the building.
Is this it? Have I finally lost my marbles? Midian thought warily, peering into the dark building in an attempt to follow the strange light. For three whole minutes, she sootd, craning her neck, and on any other occaision, if the hubbub of students meandering around hadn't been so centered on a single spot some distance away from her, she most definitely would've been lumped in as another freak and not given a second glance. And finally, just as Midian was about to give it up, call it a day and lug her luggage into the front office, which conveniently placed little arrows pointed out so obvious, a blind man could've spotted them ten miles away, a faint little light was emitted, from just inside the window closed to the entrance, across a little hallway into a larger room of sorts, it seemed, that opened up into an area the size of a small Gymnasium.
I think it.. wants me to follow it. Midian concluded, ridiculous as that notion sounded even to her own ears. That light.. It's not foreign. It's familiar. It's the sunlight that plays on my face when i'min an irresistable mood, the light that rises out of my hand when i'm injured, the beautiful dancing rays that create facets on the Ocean's surface, and it needs me.. for something..
This time, it was Midian's turn to take off running, toward the beautiful yet somehow haunting array of yellow color, that never seemed to be quite in the same place whenever Midian looked up, yet for some reason remained in general vicinity. As it kept pulsating, and drawing Midian's strange eyes nearer, and nearer, until she could hardly resist to pull her pupils away from the magnificent display, and didn't, but faithfully kept her sights locked on it, trailed closely by Ciel, who, instead of protesting her actions, seemed to be magnetized to the light as well.
The room Midian had been led to turned out to be a medical wing of sorts, a School infirmiry. Like a Nurse's Office, only magnified by 10,000. Bathed in the greying light that always signialed the approach of dawn, Midian could see almost perfectly in the wing, and it came to her attention that nearly all of the bed lining the pale yellow walls of the expansive room were bare. She exhaled in relief, relaxing, but remaining still on her guard, expecting at any moment a member of the undead to come limping out like Igor at her. After several long seconds of absolutely nothing happening, Midian relaxed completely, and decided to investaigate more thoroughly. She wasn't looking for a person, persay, but rather the guiding yellow light that had beckoned her here in the first place. Though she saw no more of the yellow light, Midian soon realized she wasn't completely alone in this room. Well, she knew she wasn't alone obviously. Ciel was right at her heels, but almost immediately, she became vaguely aware of another person's, or rather people's presence inside the room. It was no surprise to her when she turned to find two Hospital bed, placed together side by side, seperated by mere inches, in the corner of the room farthest from her. Midian didn't have to think twice before rushing over to the pair.
The first bed contained a young female, projecting from her presence a sensation of youthful bliss, and happiness. The expression on her pretty, young face was so full of naivety, and a puzzled innocence, that Midian could hardly look away. She was hooked to a heart monitor, and from the way her brow was hardened, and her lips were set up into a determined little pout, a born fighter was the impression Midian got, as, even in unconsciousness, the girl appeared to be refusing to call it quits. Even now, as Midian watched over the girl, she seemed to be fighting an intense internal battle, a battle that looked as if she were outnumbered, and losing rapidly, though by another quick glance at the heart monitor, it still proclaimed her barely prominent.
"Yuki.." Midian whispered the name on her lips, astounded as to where the name had come from. The girl twitched in response, her pretty face marring in recognition, though Midian was sure she had never laid sights on this girl before. Hesitantly, she sat down on the soft, sterile sheets of the bed, taking the girl's hand within her own as she looked around, wide-eyed, unsure of what to say and to do now that she was finally here. But then, it was as if the words came and flowed of their own accord.
"We are one, sisters, proclaimed by fate if you must. You are a part of me just as I am of you, and once you die, we all die. We need you, Yuki, without you, it.. It is unwhole. It is broken, and once it is unwhole and broken, it is powerless to chaos.." These ancient words flew from Midian's life before she even realized what she was saying, and as she spoke directly to the girl, the girl's heartbeat seemed to become more erratic, and escalated, and her breathing more rapid. But something urged Midian not to stop, to continue.. But with what? Suddenly, Midian knew.
"Here" she smiled, taking the girl's pale hand again. Silently, she observed the wounds peppering her body, and was at once reminded of her earlie recollection, of him, the Great God, trembling with weakness, as the blood rained from his wound, down onto the earth below. Midian could think of nothing else as somberly, she kept staring down at the dried patches of blood staining the girl, Yuki's, Midian presumed, polka-dotted Hospital gown. She couldn't understand why the blood, and the remembered similar wounds filled her with so much sadness, and remorse.. and.. regret, but all she knew was that before she knew it, hot tears were streaming down her cheeks and spattering onto Yuki's Hospital gown, falling atop the old blood stains, and temporarily staining the red a darker crimson color.
"My dream was about you, Yuki. You were injured, we all were injured, because our lord was injured. And now that you are now, he must be up there somewhere, looking down on you, and crying.." As if on cue, a faint tapping was heard against the windowpane, and Midian threw a glance toward the window to see that it was raining, seemingly out of nowhere, and not lightly. The downpour was obviously heavy, which Midian found strange, because the weather had been fairly dry when she had arrived here less than twenty minutes ago.
"I think he must have known that you needed a little help, so he led me here. I followed the light, and it centered around you! So here," Midian sighed, pressing the palm of her hand flat against the girl's forehead, and watched, in half-awe, half-expectation, as the same kight that had guided her way outlined the very edge of her fingers and palms, circling in tinier and tiner curls of radiating golden light, quivering, and bouncing about uncontrollably, as they seemed to be drawn into from Midian into the girl lying weak and frail on the Hospital bed.
"A little of my fighting spirit.Maybe this will help ease your pain.." Midian smiled, stroking the girl's arm gently as she watched the girl's expression shift from a troubled, struggling one of hand on hand combat with some internal dark demon to a more peaceful expression. As Midian's soft words crooned to her, shoe could've swore she noticed a tiny smile gracing the girl's pale face as well. Next, she turned to the next Hospital bed, on which lie a large boy. Not large as in fat, but large as in if he had been standing at her side right now, it would've been a rough comparison between Frankenstine and Mickey Mouse. The little flowered Hospital gown he wore made him no less intimidating to Midian. With him, she felt no natural instinct, connection of being at one with him, at least not in the sense she had with Yuki. With Yuki, she had felt.. almost as if blood bound them together. With this guy, this guy who, even in sleep, looked like he was on his best guard, complete with hands clenched tightly into balled up fists, she only felt a sort of warm affection, a stirring inside her, as, she found that no divine intervention beckoned her to heal this one, she wanted to of her own accord anyways.
"Wait.." Something hissed, causing Midian to pause, and glance curiously around, wide-eyed for the moment, until the someone or something who had just spoken showed itself. It never did, though, so determined this time to complete her task, she moved her hand again closer to the boy's body.
"Wait!" The voice hissed more sharply, and after Midian had jumped in surprise this time, she was clearly agitated.
"What?!" She snapped, throwing her hands across her chest.
"Save it..This one is not meant for you to touch. He is a guard, a guard to protect your kind, our kind, to protect me, to protect Yuki.. If he dies fighting for her, protecting her as he is meant to, and saving her, he will have done well in this life. Leave him be. His life, hangs on the balance now. It isn't your place.. to interfere with him.."
And for a brief moment, Midian's mind was clouded with the chilling image of the very top of the blade of a knife spinning, swiveling around, wobbling dangerously, until finally, it toppled over. Over into a hand comrprised completely of bone, a Skeleton's in a robe. Midian's eyes immediately widened.
"Then who will do his job for him if he is to die?" She whispered harshly, refusing to believe the sick vision twisting around in her head.
"I don't care what his lot of destiny is! I'm a part of the Great God too, and I say it's not yet his time either." Seizing the palm of the boy's gruff hand before any further argument could be presented about her interference or lack of it thereof with him, the lines were appearing again, only this time, instead of a gilded golden color, a soft, soothing mint greenish hue. Dropping his hand, she carefully slid the glowing hand down his gown, to just beneath his ribcage, where a nasty slash had been cut across his chest, but soon, after several long moments of Midian pressing her appendage to it, felt it beginning to tighten, and pinch the skin up into pink scar tissue as slowly, and steadily the wound closed, healing itself with the light Midian had provided. As she worked, the girl hummed, strangely at peace with herself and the situation, watching the boy's face anxiously for any sign of pain.
"It looks like the fates have been cruel to you, pal", She smiled down at him kindly. And finally, as the last opening closed itself, and the former gaping wound was little more than a jagged scar beneath his ribcage, Midian yawned, eyes feeling leaden as she struggled to keep them open, but finally, as they shut down against her for good, gave up and just allowed herself to slump down to the floor.
"But this should even things up a bit.." She murmured, half-awake, and half already drowned in sleep, and another rich slumber. The last thing she remembered was Ciel curling up next to her, and shutting his little eyes against the breaking dawn penetrating the room as well.
