Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Sacrifice ❯ Yin-Yang ( Chapter 83 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: MellyN

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Sacrifice

Chapter 83: Yin-Yang

By: Melissa Norvell

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Hiroshima lay in bed, his bandages had been changed and now he found himself resting a little easier then he was before. The gentle pattering of the rain provided his battered body with some comfort.

"There, now you should be able to rest easier," Keiji sat at his bed side.

He heard a few footsteps as Iva walked into the room with a few sets of clothes and a cane. "Since I'm a fashion designer, I have some clothes that you all can wear. I specialize in punk, steam punk and gothic lolita fashions. I have a few that I think should fit you all. If they don't then come by and I'll either find something or tailor them for you."

"That's very sweet of you, Iva. Thank you," Fife smiled at the gothic pub owner as he took a few garments from her. She then walked over to the bed-ridden angel and handed him the cane.

"I noticed that you had trouble walking. You can use this instead of having someone help you out all of the time," she offered. "I'm sure that you'd like feeling more independent."

"Independent is his thing," Chichiri smiled playfully.

"Boy isn't that the truth?" Keiji agreed.

"Oh, shut up," the spiky-haired angel took the cane and his change of clothes from her.

"Let's all get some sleep," Fife suggested. "We can change tomorrow."

"There's a shower down the hall to the right," Iva instructed them to a place where they could wash if they had to. "It's small and reserved for bands but you have free access since you're my guests."

"Bands?" The blonde questioned.

"Sometimes they want to get a quick wash before they hit the road," the black-haired woman glanced over to Tsurugi, who was fast asleep on the floor.

Hiroshima said his good night as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Keiji then bid everyone good night as Iva told them that she would see them in the morning. Ko nodded as the she turned off the lights and told them good night.

While everyone slept, a thick, black fog began to flow into the room, originating from Hiroshima's chest. He clenched the covers as a pained look crossed his face.

Suddenly, his body shot up and he hunched over in pain as wings of a pitch black color shot from his back as he heard a familiar voice shoot through his senses.

'Do you honestly think that you can defeat me or even think of ridding yourself of me? The ultimate punishment for betraying me is death! You think dying in a year is bad, you just put yourself in the front of the express line!' The voice was irrational and livid in tone as the angel's eyes shot open and he clenched his chest.

"Damn it…I knew this would happen. I never…should have told those kids…about my problems…" He strained as massive pains shot through his body.

'Now, the fun shall begin.' The spirit told him as it sucked itself into the angel's chest. Keiji shot up out of bed as he heard the angel's pained yell.

His green sights shot straight to the angel as shock overcame him. "Huh? Hiroshima!" He saw nothing but black fog. The boy sensed that there was something wrong, so he quickly arose and dashed over to check on the others, who still seemed to be asleep.

Keiji ran over to Ko and called her name but she seemed unresponsive. "Hey, Ko!" He shook her lightly. "Ko!" He tried to call out her name a third time but he got no response and when she was rolled over, he found that she was dead. Quickly releasing her as he stumbled backwards in horror he could hardly believe that she had died. "What's going on? She's dead."

"Foolish boy, you cannot even think to get your precious friends back now," he heard a voice call out to him. It seemed familiar and he could have sworn that he had heard it somewhere before.

Quickly, he turned around to see two Hiroshima standing before him. One of the two had wings of pitch black and was dressed in a black, long-sleeved shirt that more resembled a coat with several blue belt-like clasps with matching pants and shoes and a blue head band that tied in the back. The other, however, seemed polar opposite and possessed wings of pristine white, dressed in an identical outfit- except in white and blue.

"What the hell?" He saw both of them talking in perfect unison.

"What's wrong, boy? Can you not tell us apart?" Both of the angel's asked.

"What's going on? What have you done with my friends? Who the hell are you?" Keiji demanded.

"Your friends are dead, absorbed by my powers. I was going to absorb you as well but you woke up. Your response saved your life," both of the angels noted.

"Ko…" Keiji's expression saddened as he looked at each of his friends. "King Fife…Chichiri…Zangetsu…Tsurugi…" He then glanced down as he clenched his fist and his bangs shaded his eyes. "How do I undo this?"

"Well, since they were just absorbed, it takes a while to break them down completely. You can get them back but time is of the essence. Even now, their precious memories are being deleted. You have to go through me," they responded to his question.

"What?" At this moment in time, it was crucial that he make a decision. If their spirits were slowly being erased, then it was imperative that Keiji do something and fast.

"One of us is the real Hiroshima, and one of us is the spirit who inhabits his body. You will fight us both to the death. We are Yin and Yang, two sides of a whole. If you kill one of us, then you'll get your friend's souls back but if you kill the wrong one, then you kill Hiroshima. The choice is yours on what you want to risk. Don't bother trying to tell us apart. Hiroshima is possessed, so his eyes look exactly like mine. We are exact in every way," the angels informed him of their conditions.

The boy glanced back and forth between the two as he tried to spot any little imperfection between the two, but he found nothing. It was as they had said- nothing was different about the two. They were truly identical in every way. 'This is impossible. Their auras and everything are exactly the same. I don't see any differences at all. So which one of you is the real Hiroshima?

If I kill the real Hiroshima, I'll be the one to have killed everyone with a stupid decision. I've got to find something that sets the light and dark Hiroshimas apart. I mean, either one of them could be the real Hiroshima.' He continued to glance from one to the other.

"Damn it."

"I don't have all day for you think," the light Hiroshima replied.

"The more you wait, the more your friend's souls degenerate," the dark one informed him of his dire situation.

"If you don't choose, we'll both attack you," both angels spoke in unison, forcing him to make a decision.

"I'd rather fight both of you then risk making a mistake," Keiji wasn't sure enough to fight them individually and he would have liked to compare them to each other.

"You couldn't possibly defeat both of us. Hiroshima is the strongest member on your team-" The light one spoke before he was cut off by one little fact.

"Yeah but by separating, you've reduced his original power," Keiji noted. 'And I'll have to hope that it's enough to possibly defeat him.'

"Your defeat is still evident," the dark one smirked. "Pick your weapon, boy. You won't be able to defeat me with your usual hand-to-hand combat."

"I'm aware of that," the boy thought to himself on what weapon he'd choose. 'The only weapon that I know how to use is the Demon Sword. I'll just have to wing it and hope that Fife wasn't cheating me and doing the attacks for me.'

He walked over to the vampire king, who lay dead on the floor before him. Green eyes looked down on him with a frown. "You know, you're a liar and I should hate you…but somehow, I can't find myself doing so,” Keiji then picked up the Demon Sword and closed his eyes. "I'll use it wisely." The boy then looked at the other members of his team. "I'm sorry, everyone. I should have protected you all."

'Now, I will save you.' Keiji thought to himself as he got into a battle position, ready to attack at any moment.

"Let's get this farce over with!" The light one told him as he drew his weapon, either an exact copy or the original Crimson Blade. Just then, the dark angel shot past him and circled around the boy with his sword drawn.

"I'll kill you right now! Demon Wind Blades!" The black-winged angel called out.

"Demon Sword, Hear my call!" Keiji quickly jumped into action as red beams shot from the blade and successfully hit the angel, which caused him to let out a yelp of pain. The boy quickly created a barrier with his blade as the attack bounced off.

"Spiral Winds!" However, the second angel was on him in a matter of seconds. He would not let Keiji even attempt to stop for a second and ponder whether he was the real of false Hiroshima.

"Ah!" The boy shouted as he was thrown back by the by the winds as he closed his eyes to keep any debris from disabling his vision as the harsh winds cut his clothing and skin, causing a sting that shot through his body like an electric current.

Keiji's eyes popped open as he quickly turned to see that the light angel was coming down on him with his blade pointed straight for his heart. He quickly moved as the blade dug into the ground and the sadistic angel smirked and uttered the word 'fissure'.

"What!?!" Keiji exclaimed as the ground shook violently and a large crack split it far too quickly for him to evade such a thing. The boy plummeted into the darkness of the large crack. Down he fell with little time to think. As he felt the weightless feeling of his body gliding downward, he noticed that his the wall of the split was close to him, close enough so save him from utter destruction.

Thinking quickly, he stabbed the Demon Sword's blade into it and managed to hang on, saving himself from plummeting further. He gazed down into the sea of endless black, thankful that he had not fallen any further into the unknown. Then he glanced up and wondered how he would get himself out of his current situation.

Then, he found himself staring at the dark angel, who released his Quill Feather attack upon him. Keiji pulled himself as close together as he possibly could as the feathers went sailing past him like knives. A few of them pierced his skin causing him to wince and close one eye.

A trickle of red blood ran down his arm and he could feel it seep through the back of his shirt but there was no way in hell that he was letting go of that sword.

The light angel dove towards him as he quickly assessed the situation at hand. 'There's my chance.' He thought as he pulled his sword out of the wall and jumped onto the light angel's back as he flew out of the crevice.

"Stupid boy!" The angel turned around and grabbed the boy from behind, diving down towards the ground in an attempt to pile drive him into the ground.

'Shit!' Keiji thought to himself in a panic. 'What now? Think Keiji, think!' The boy's thoughts scrambled for an answer before he became one with the ground below, then his sights were directed to the angel's smirking face.

"I'm going to send you straight to hell! Express lane!" The angel promised as Keiji glanced to the side and examined the base of the angel's white wings, then a thought came to his head.

'I know!' Keiji grabbed the base of the angel's wings and slanted them to where the wind flow would redirect and cause the light Hiroshima's body to pull up from his fatal dive and flip the angel on his back as he jumped away, letting the winged creature hit the ground harshly on his back.

"Crimson Slash!" He heard the familiar voice of Hiroshima as the dark angel was soon on top of him with his signature attack.

The light angel teleported before he was hit and Keiji managed to roll out of the way as the light angel appeared on the other side of him and delivered a harsh kick into his side that sent him rolling through the air as he landed hard on the ground below.

His landing nearly beat the breath out of him but he had little time to catch it up as the light angel was on top of him again. He must have teleported but Keiji wasn't too sure with the inhuman abilities that Hiroshima had often presented. Angels defied all human laws of physics and were creatures of mystery.

He rolled to the side and stuck his leg out, as if to kick him and landed his heel into the ground but the angel was too quick and evaded the hit.

"That was pretty inventive of you, kid," the light Hiroshima complimented him. "Turning my wings to redirect the air currents, causing me to be flipped beneath you was genius but it won't get you far."

"Prepare to taste my blade. Crimson Slash!" The dark angel tried to attack him with Hiroshima's signature move once again but Keiji managed to dodge it.

"Crimson Slash!" The white angel then mimicked the dark one's attack, trying to make sure that he got Keiji if the other failed, but the boy dodged again. Then both of them got into a similar pose and moved in perfect synchronization as they called out the name 'Dance of Blades' as they moved both of their blades quickly and the familiar crescent winds came barreling at him.

"Demon Sword, hear my call!" Keiji brought his blade in front of him to create a shield as he concentrated on both angels. 'Damn it! I can't tell them apart. No matter what I do. Is there a possibility that they are both Hiroshima? No…one's the spirit, but which one?'

Just then, a flashback hit him of something that Hiroshima had said in the past.

'If I had to choose, then I would ultimately choose to be dark.'

It was a small flaw in the spirit's plan. There was no doubt that the real Hiroshima had to be the dark winged angel. If Hiroshima were to choose then there was no doubt that he'd obviously be the dark winged angel. Then that meant that the light winged one was a fake.

'That's it! He would never be light, so this light Hiroshima has to be the spirit.' He then closed his eyes as he tried to vanquish any uncertain thoughts that came to mind and attempted to counteract his theory. 'I hope this is the right choice.'

"Have you made your choice?" The dark stood on a nearby cliff and stared down at him with those same hollow blue eyes and that same smirk as he rested a hand on his hip.

"Whichever one of you is the spirit is the real coward for this," Keiji spoke up, not really looking at either angel as he did. "How dare you hide behind your host," he then drew the Demon Blade and looked to the dark winged angel with a small, sympathetic smile. "I think I've figured out who the real Hiroshima is. Don't worry, things will be over soon," his expression then hardened as he stared down the white-winged imposter. "I'm going to save my friends and you."

The green-haired youth then charged with all of his might towards the imposter angel, as their blades clashed over and over as the two engaged in a heated sword fight. "I've got you, bastard."

"You think you have it figured out? How?" The light Hiroshima questioned.

"Because Hiroshima said that he'd ultimately choose to be dark," his was confident with his answer.

"Did he?" The angel questioned.

"Yeah, he did," Keiji glared.

"You're a fool for believing such things," the angel waved his blade across his view and sent out a blast that knocked the boy back quite a way.

'I wished I could do more than just call on the Demon Sword's power.' Keiji thought to himself as he caught himself by digging his feet into the ground. He then thrust the bastard sword forward and yelled, "Demon Sword!! Hear My Call!!"

A red dome of magic encased him and quickly grew as it sent the white-winged angel flying back as he yelled in pain from the contact of the magical barrier. The angel flew into a wall and bounced off of it, only to land against it with his arms out as he panted heavily.

"Give it up. I know you're the imposter!" The triumphant boy walked over and pointed his blade at the weary angel.

"You're making a mistake…I'm the real thing," the white-winged angel stared him straight in the eyes but Keiji would have none of it. The imposter was simply trying to sway him into killing the original Hiroshima.

"Liar. Don't try your mind tricks with me," Keiji replied firmly.

"Don't let him trick you. You're doing the right thing. Remember, the lives of your team mates are at risk. The more time that flies by, the less they'll remember, so if you want to save everyone, kill him now!" The dark one instructed, reminding him of the importance of his goal.

"If you kill me, you'll be making a huge mistake. Think it through. If I'm confused then there is a possibility that I could be dark in the end but I could very well turn out to be light as well. The future has yet to be determined," the light-winged one reminded him of an important fact that was also very true and both conflicting sides tugged at his brain like two dogs on a chew toy.

Something would have to break soon.

"Once my decision is made, I refuse to change it," the dark one tried to remind Keiji that Hiroshima was not that optimistic. "You should know how stubborn I am. Trust your instincts. You know that I'd never be light. The heart doesn't forget the guilt and pain. I wouldn't be able to deal with that guilt."

"You bastard!" The light one cursed as he looked up at his dark counterpart.

"Die!" Keiji, in a split second, decided to go with his instincts as he rammed the sword through the light angel's chest in a fatal blow.

"K…K…Kei…ji…" The light angel didn't look surprised, for he had predicted this long before it had happened. He felt the blood surge up from this throat as it ran down the corner of his mouth. The boy refused to look at him. He turned his head away from the man who looked so similar to his guardian angel. Keiji didn't want to watch someone who held the features of his friend die. His green bangs shaded his eyes as he frowned.

His wrist was then lightly grabbed by the angel. "What in the-"

"Please…Please tell me that you're the spirit and not the real one. Please tell me that I didn't just kill the real Hiroshima," his voice was low and nearly pleading the white-winged angel to tell him that he was, in fact the spirit and not the real angel.

"I'd be lying to you if I said that," the angel then revealed his true identity as Hiroshima as he smiled an ironic smile.

Keiji's gaze then shot straight up to Hiroshima as his eyes grew wide with shock and a sense of horror that made his stomach churn with dread. "What?" The boy's hand shook with terror as his voice trembled. "No…no…You're…You're the real…"

"It's fine…I knew I was going to die eventually," the smile still stuck to his guardian's face as he looked upon him with understanding.

"See what your poor judgment has gotten you? I am the true evil of this situation. Humans are so easily fooled," the dark angel smirked in satisfaction, revealing himself to the boy and his dying guardian angel. Now he would have their souls as well.

"It isn't fine…You're dying…" Tears began to flow down the boy's face as he wept. He looked scared shitless and wrecked with sorrow. He had just killed his guardian angel. "Oh God…Oh God…I just killed everyone on my team…Hiroshima…I am so sorry…"

Just then, Hiroshima hugged his lightly. "Kid, it's not anything you could have-" He began but was cut off.

Keiji hugged him tightly and sobbed. "Hiroshima! I…I'm a failure…I should have never wanted to help you so much. You're right; I should have minded my own business. I murdered you…and I called you a fake."

"It's only a physical body…I'll be reincarnated but I will have no memories of you all. Sorry I caused you so much trouble," Hiroshima softly tried to chide him but he knew that words would do him no good.

"Can't I help you in any way?" Surely there was something! Couldn't he make a proper sacrifice that would bring the angel back? There was never a time where Keiji felt more useless then what he did now. Hiroshima was slipping away and he was absolutely powerless to help him.

"It's a direct blow to a vital part of my body. I'll be…" The angel was unable to finish his sentence before his body gave out and he died in the boy's arms.

"Hiroshima? Hiroshima!" Keiji shot up in bed and called out the angel's name again as his glance quickly shot across the room to see that he was asleep. He continued to glance around at the others to see that they were asleep as well.

The boy sighed in relief as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Thank God…Thank God it was just a dream." He then walked over to Hiroshima and sat down, with his arms around his knees and watched him sleep. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought I really killed you." He then brought a hand up to his face to feel that his cheeks were wet. "I even cried out here. The last thing I want to do…is accidentally kill any of you."

He laid down and placed his hand on the angel's wrist as he drifted off to sleep. "I'm going to sleep here, in case that was some kind of bad omen," Keiji mumbled. 'I just don't know what to do…Somehow, I'm having seconds thoughts about helping you get rid of that spirit.'

…To Be Continued…