Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen Angel ❯ "Past Battles Won and Lost, and Legends of Old" -- Part 2 ( Chapter 20 )

Yo! ^^ Oh, and about his "demon blood [resurfacing], and how [they] would handle it" - they, uh, haven't exactly handled it yet, now have they? And who is this mysterious "they" group that everyone keeps talking about? I hear about "them" everywhere I go! … Anyways, I can't believe it! I'm so terrible! I actually wore a strapless dress to a party! And I had kitty-ears and a mask! And all of it was black! And I wore thick heels that made me taller than all the other girls! And people said I actually looked pretty and stuff! OMFG!!! Just ask Kumori-Akki or Ayumu! They'll tell you! They saw the pictures!

Anyways, I'll just write the chapter… Heh heh…

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Amy sat in a dark cave somewhere near the back of Mitsukai's mind, waiting silently in the dark with Feather as the other Mitsukai personalities went to battle the evil in his mind. Feather stayed quiet, sitting beside her and holding onto her arm for comfort.

They waited on baited breath for someone, anyone, to come tell them that everything would be okay, that the demon blood was once again suppressed, that she could leave without being killed, anything. But no such message came to them.

A dim light grew in the back of the cave, glimmering slightly to catch Amy's attention. She turned toward it, finding the entire back wall of the cave to be illuminated by the odd light.

"Stay here," she told Feather, climbing to her feet and slowly ambling towards the illumination.

Feather watched her for a moment, nodding, before turning back to the entrance of the cave to look for the others.

Amy walked slowly into the bright, white light, shielding her eyes as she walked further on. {A/N: No! Walk away from the light! Ha!} When the light died down, she looked back up only to find a large open field. She turned back to tell Feather to follow her, but the cave was gone. Endless fields surrounded her on every side; the clouds overhead hung lazily in the sky, rolling slowly above; the wind moved through the meadow, blowing the waist-high grass all around her. She sighed in momentary contentment, but was soon panicking when a giant sword whizzed past, just inches from taking off her nose.

Snapping her gaze in the direction the sword came from, Amy saw a giant dark blur fall from the vast open sky to the ground, stirring up a huge cloud of dirt and dried grass. She slowly inched forward, listening to the sounds of a struggle, the thud of a sword hitting earth and the loud grunts of someone wrestling. The dust soon cleared and somebody went flying past her to land near the sword from earlier. She looked up at the person still standing in the area of the crash landing, finding a lean, well-built man standing straight and glaring at whoever flew past her.

Behind her, climbing to his feet, was a slightly younger-looking Mitsukai. His hair reached mid-back and was pulled into a horse's tail between his shoulder blades, several silver, bloodied locks of hair falling in front of his eyes, shading them from view. Both men wore their own traditional, black kimono, mussed with dirt and grass and the outer layer barely clinging to their shoulders for all the sword wounds. Blood flowed freely from unseen wounds under their clothes and beneath their thick, matted hair.

Mitsukai now stood tall, glaring down the other man. The man was at least two heads taller than Mitsukai and wore the triangular symbol on his forehead that Mitsukai now did not.

They each reached for the sword next to their feet and lunged at one another. Amy let out a short shriek of terror and jumped out of the way, ducking behind the tall grass as she watched the two dodge, parry, thrust, feign and strike in an intricate form of swordplay.

A sword soon landed not two feet from her. Her head snapped back to the fight. She suddenly gasped in horror, leaping to her feet, but too stunned to move farther. She beheld the gruesome sight before her in awed shock.

Mitsukai, body broken and bleeding, was skewered through the chest. His limp body hung grotesquely from the other man's sword; his lungs made several last attempts at breathing, but to no avail.

The victor soon placed his foot squarely in the center of Mitsukai's stomach and slowly, painfully slid him from the blade. He cleaned the sword free of blood as Mitsukai fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap - all movement ceased.

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Ha! I've officially killed Mitsukai!!! I rule! Okay, anyways, I'm sorry this was short, but I'm a little busy lately. Ja ne, Minna-san!

Happy Haunting,

Chisai Oni