Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Stars of Fate ❯ Chapter Thirty Six ( Chapter 36 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.27.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 165 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.27.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 165 | Status: Completed
Yawning she got on the bed and stretched out. "You are so dramatic!" she yelled to him as he sat in the other room. She pulled the covers over herself.
"Am not!" He purred angrily as he watched some cartoon on the screen. He'd wait for her to go to bed before he went in there.
"There you go whining again! You are just like a hormonal girl!" she laughed.
He growled. "How is defending myself whining? More importantly, my hormones are already out of whack thanks to having to kill my kid not once but twice!"
She grew quiet. Did he have to bring that up? Did he like having her feel so uncomfortable and guilty? Hadn't they been through enough today without him reminding her that she helped murder their child?
He sank into the couch as he downed the rest of the milk. Why had he said that? Was winning a stupid argument really so important that he would say something like that? He was a jerk. Yes, but that was simply who he was. No use apologizing for what they already knew. Tossing the empty can in the disposal he began to raid the fridge as if nothing happened. No use dwelling upon it.
She cuddled with herself in the empty bed while thinking of what was said. Blue Yori would have never brought it up...he would have also been in there with her holding her. She was missing him but she couldn't blame him for not wanting to come out. Out of everything that was happening, she knew he wouldn't be able to take it.
Yori began to cook something just to give himself something to do. He felt like fighting for some reason. He felt like just letting his frustration out. If he put that toward sex he was likely to kill Alana by breaking her in half. Tossing what he'd cooked into the cooler he poked his head into the room as he grabbed his pants. "I'm going out," he stated bluntly.
"Fine," she said not bothering to look at him.
"I would tell you not to wait up, but somehow I doubt that will be a problem." Grabbing his jacket, he threw it on as he slammed the door behind him.
She threw a pillow at the bedroom door. She hated him so much right now! Steaming, she got out of bed and got dressed. If he was going out, then so was she. Putting her coat on, she left the house. No, she had no idea where she was going, but she wasn't going to sit at home all alone.
Yori knew right where he was going. The only place that made sense to him right now. First he would go to the arena, then he would hit an Eldarian bar. He didn't know why he was in such a bad mood or why he was suddenly moody. He just needed to work out some frustration by beating someone to a bloody pulp.
Alana walked through the snow to her aunt’s house. She looked at it and of course, the lights were out. She wasn't home, she was never home. She didn't even know why she was there. Grabbing some snow, she made a ball then threw it at the house. She did it over and over and over until she was crying and screaming at the house for some unknown reason.
Yori didn't bother coming up with some fake name. He went in as Yori, and he broke someone's neck as Yori. A part of him felt a slight amount of pity for the Eldarian he'd fought. It was just a kid, but the kid wouldn't give up. It kept coming at him, and eventually he didn't have a choice. Wiping the blood from his face he took his prize money and left. Might as well drown his sorrows is some alcoholic milk now.
Alana's hands hurt and she fell to her knees in the snow. She shook with anger. It was just fair! Everything was just so unfair! She didn't consider herself a bad person. Yes, she skipped school...and yes she hadn't been to school in nearly two months, but these days, school didn't really matter. Everything could be taught to you by a computer. And since she considered herself a good person, why was everything hard for her? She had no family, no real home, and the world practically hated her. Right now...she hated herself too.
As Yori walked through the snow to the bar, he felt the pain in his head return. A feral growl escaped his throat as he clawed into the side of a building to steady himself. "Fuck you fish boy! I did what I had to!" Another growl and this time he fell to his knees. "That kid wouldn't have had a place in this world. You have to grow up!"
Finally, after a long cry and the numbness in her fingers, Alana stood. Her throat hurt from the cold and screaming. Again, she didn't know where she was going, but she was going to get there.
Yori's claws actually broke the flesh on his forehead as he held his head.His growling was bringing people out to stare. "What the fuck are you looking at?" It was hard to think. Every part of him hurt. He could hear fish boy yelling at him. Then he felt himself yelling at himself. Fish boy...him, it was getting hard to distinguish his thoughts.
Alana looked over at a crowd that was gathering. She couldn't see what all the fuss was about, but if it was some poor Eldarian, she couldn't just stand by and do nothing. She pushed pass people as they whispered. Looking over she saw Yori. "Crap..." She turned back to the crowd. "Get a life people! There is nothing to see!" she screamed. Walking over to Yori, she cradled him into her chest. "Yori, I'm going to get you home, ok?" she whispered to him as she hailed a cab.
Yori growled as she cradled him. His eyes seemed almost feral as if he didn't recognize her. His once solid golden eyes were slowly swimming with blue, his claws thrashed out at his head as he let out another feral growl and fell back to his knees. "Make it stop!"
Alana pulled back from him. Getting out her video phone she called his father. "Something's very wrong!" she told him. "We're at the cross mark at 4th and 8th. Please hurry..."
Yori continued to thrash about on the ground, his claws slicing through the snow, metal, and brick. Whatever his claws landed on seemed to disintegrate. His fangs and claws seemed to be longer, his voice was nothing but a feral growl as he proceeded to claw at his own body. His father arrived in fifteen minutes, by that point his son was barely recognizable. He wasted no time, pointing a gun at his son and firing the sedative into his chest.
Alana screamed. "What did you do!" she yelled. She got to her knees and looked Yori over while moving her hands to his chest to check for a wound.
"I put a tranquilizer in him," he stated. He loaded another one into the gun and shot Yori in the leg. Once he was certain that his son was unconscious he put the gun away and moved beside him. "This isn't good. Come, we'll take him back to my place."
Alana watched as Yori was lifted up by his father and they got into his car. She watched Yori closely as his father drove them to his house. It was late at night and she knew the little girls would be asleep and she was sure Midori was probably waiting up for them.
Midori stood at the door and ushered them inside. "What happened? It looks like he went feral...but I thought he had it under control?"
"I don't know," his father sighed. "Alana, did you see what happened?"
Alana shook her head. Was this because of their fight? Did she make him that mad? "We...got into a fight..." she whispered.
His father frowned. They moved Yori to one of the medical tables and scanned him. "He looks like hell," he said bluntly. "Midori, put some salve on him and give him a shot to boost his healing factor." He examined Yori's wounds and looked at Alana. "All of these looked self inflicted.... What were you two fighting about exactly?"
Alana wanted to help, but the way Midori looked at her kept her from doing anything. She was probably still pissed at her. She didn't hold it against her. "Us...and the...the...." she looked away, "you know."
"The baby," Midori said bluntly, casting a glance at Alana as she pushed the needle into Yori. "I haven't seen him this badly messed up since that time when he was little."
Raize nodded. "I'm not entirely certain that this is because of your fight," he told her. "His neural patterns are all over the board. It's like something is shock his system from the inside out. My guess is whatever those nanites were made for, they're finally taking effect."
Alana sat down. After everything they have been through, him getting shot twice, Golden Yori leaving, her giving him half her organs, and an unplanned pregnancy...she thought they could survive anything, but now...looking at him on the table, helpless and nearly in shreds she was beginning to doubt everything. This could kill him. She could lose him.
"Is there...anything I can do?"
"I think you've done enough," Midori spat.
"Midori!" Raize glared at his daughter who backed away. He pushed another needle into Yori and rubbed the spot clean. "There's not much any of us can do besides wait to see what the morning brings."
Alana nodded. She stood. It was obvious that Midori didn't want her here and she could understand that. "Thank you..." She didn't know what else to say. Leaving them, she walked outside and took a cab back to the apartment. As soon as she got there, she fell to the ground and curled up into a ball while she cried. She had been right. Nothing was fair. Nothing was ever easy, but this was just too much. She just couldn't stand it.
A few minutes later there was a knock at her door. Midori pushed the unlocked door open as she ventured into their house only to find Alana curled up in a ball crying. "My father sent me," she told her, trying to keep her voice indifferent. "You left before he could offer you a place to stay. He said that your place is by Yori's side."
Alana felt stupid laying on the floor before her. Standing she turned her back to Midori as she wiped her eyes. Fixing herself, she took a deep breath and turned to her. "Tell your father I'm very grateful, but no thank you. I'll wait here." She walked to the door and opened it for her. "Do you have money for a cab?"
"I took his car," she told her. "You look like hell. When Yori wakes he's going to want to see you."
Her eyes narrowed. "Thanks for the compliment. Just...if it's not too much trouble, let me know when he wakes," she said and gestured to the door.
Midori looked at the door and then at Alana. "Before I leave, I want to know something. Why did you want to get rid of the child? Tell me that, and I'll leave."
Alana looked away. "I'm tired. Yori's hurts. It's been a long day...no it's been a long month. I don't have the energy to explain it to you when you won't understand anyways."
"Try me," Midori said. "I want to know, because the brother I know, the brother I raised...he couldn't sit there and talk so calmly about killing his own child. Please, I need to understand."
"The brother you know didn't sit quietly and do it. He pitched a fit and before that, he practically begged me to agree to keep it. But there is a lot you don't know about your brother. There are two people in his head and both people got a say in it. The ten year old wanted to keep it, the eighteen year old wasn't ready to be a father. I'm sixteen, Midori!" she explained. She was trying hard not to be angry, but it was hard. "I don't have a family, I got kicked out of my house. The only money I have is the money I stole to keep Yori and I safe. I don't know the first thing about being a mother and I don't honestly think I could raise it while taking care of Yori because everybody knows that when the ten year old Yori is out, he has to be explained everything to understand. I already am doing all I can to be sweet and calm while taking care of him, but I cannot take care of him and a child. I'm flattered that you wanted to help, but this wasn't your decision. It was mine and Yori's. I didn't plan to do anything until I spoke with both of them and talked it over. It was Yori who killed it, at least we thought it was dead." She took a deep breath. "I'm not ready for a child and as much as one of the Yori's wanted it, we both know he doesn't have the mind set to raise one. I had to think rationally. I had to think about how it would affect us down the road. I'm sorry I didn't put your feelings or your family’s feelings into consideration, but like I said, it was mine and Yori's decision."
Midori took a deep breath. Her face was set hard, but it was hard to tell what was going on in her head. "I see," she said softly. She was quiet for a few moments before she finally seemed to relax. "It was your decision to make. While I do not agree with it, I will not hold it against you, either. I can't blame my brother for his decision, so it is not fair that I should blame you."
She tried to smile, but it was hard. "Are you certain that you do not wish to spend the night? I'm certain that you'd find our place more hospitable than the floor."
That was a low blow. The floor thing was just a comfort tool. A stupid one, but a comfort tool none the less. "No. I'll stay here," she said.
Midori nodded slowly. "If that's what you want. We'll call you just as soon as there's some sign of improvement." Nodding, she turned and disappeared out into the snow.
Alana shut the door and this time she locked it. She wanted to be with Yori, she really did. More than anything, but she couldn't be in that house. Not when there was so much tension in it. Midori might have given her some form of an apology, but it was obvious to Alana that no one in that house agreed with hers and Golden Yori's decision to not keep the child. She walked to the couch and laid down. It was going to be a very long night.
The next morning Raize was up early reading over the reports on the nanites in their system. The reports weren't good, not at all. Picking up the phone he dialed Alana. "Yes, no there's been no change to Yori, he's still asleep, but I need you to come in now."
Alana hadn't slept. She sat on the couch all night and waited for the call. When she finally got it she rushed out. She hadn't even taken her coat off from the night before. Getting in a cab, she paid he extra just to speed. After getting there, she rushed to the door and knocked, hoping she wasn't waking anyone.
Raize ushered her back to his lab where Yori still laid. His wounds were healing, but much slower than they normally would. "Would you like something to drink? Maybe some milk perhaps?"
Alana shook her head. "Please...don't beat around the bush. What's wrong with him?" she asked.
"The nanites in his system are a degenerative virus. The good part is that it only targets human DNA, which means that it won't kill him. Actually, the only part of him that even possesses human DNA was where...well, where your child was. I believe that was the reason why your child didn't...perish so quickly." He was trying to choose his words very carefully. "The nanites attacked the human part of the child's DNA, and from there mutated to start attacking his DNA. I've already administered another set of nanites to combat this, but there's no telling what happened with all the gene splicing going on in his body."
"Am not!" He purred angrily as he watched some cartoon on the screen. He'd wait for her to go to bed before he went in there.
"There you go whining again! You are just like a hormonal girl!" she laughed.
He growled. "How is defending myself whining? More importantly, my hormones are already out of whack thanks to having to kill my kid not once but twice!"
She grew quiet. Did he have to bring that up? Did he like having her feel so uncomfortable and guilty? Hadn't they been through enough today without him reminding her that she helped murder their child?
He sank into the couch as he downed the rest of the milk. Why had he said that? Was winning a stupid argument really so important that he would say something like that? He was a jerk. Yes, but that was simply who he was. No use apologizing for what they already knew. Tossing the empty can in the disposal he began to raid the fridge as if nothing happened. No use dwelling upon it.
She cuddled with herself in the empty bed while thinking of what was said. Blue Yori would have never brought it up...he would have also been in there with her holding her. She was missing him but she couldn't blame him for not wanting to come out. Out of everything that was happening, she knew he wouldn't be able to take it.
Yori began to cook something just to give himself something to do. He felt like fighting for some reason. He felt like just letting his frustration out. If he put that toward sex he was likely to kill Alana by breaking her in half. Tossing what he'd cooked into the cooler he poked his head into the room as he grabbed his pants. "I'm going out," he stated bluntly.
"Fine," she said not bothering to look at him.
"I would tell you not to wait up, but somehow I doubt that will be a problem." Grabbing his jacket, he threw it on as he slammed the door behind him.
She threw a pillow at the bedroom door. She hated him so much right now! Steaming, she got out of bed and got dressed. If he was going out, then so was she. Putting her coat on, she left the house. No, she had no idea where she was going, but she wasn't going to sit at home all alone.
Yori knew right where he was going. The only place that made sense to him right now. First he would go to the arena, then he would hit an Eldarian bar. He didn't know why he was in such a bad mood or why he was suddenly moody. He just needed to work out some frustration by beating someone to a bloody pulp.
Alana walked through the snow to her aunt’s house. She looked at it and of course, the lights were out. She wasn't home, she was never home. She didn't even know why she was there. Grabbing some snow, she made a ball then threw it at the house. She did it over and over and over until she was crying and screaming at the house for some unknown reason.
Yori didn't bother coming up with some fake name. He went in as Yori, and he broke someone's neck as Yori. A part of him felt a slight amount of pity for the Eldarian he'd fought. It was just a kid, but the kid wouldn't give up. It kept coming at him, and eventually he didn't have a choice. Wiping the blood from his face he took his prize money and left. Might as well drown his sorrows is some alcoholic milk now.
Alana's hands hurt and she fell to her knees in the snow. She shook with anger. It was just fair! Everything was just so unfair! She didn't consider herself a bad person. Yes, she skipped school...and yes she hadn't been to school in nearly two months, but these days, school didn't really matter. Everything could be taught to you by a computer. And since she considered herself a good person, why was everything hard for her? She had no family, no real home, and the world practically hated her. Right now...she hated herself too.
As Yori walked through the snow to the bar, he felt the pain in his head return. A feral growl escaped his throat as he clawed into the side of a building to steady himself. "Fuck you fish boy! I did what I had to!" Another growl and this time he fell to his knees. "That kid wouldn't have had a place in this world. You have to grow up!"
Finally, after a long cry and the numbness in her fingers, Alana stood. Her throat hurt from the cold and screaming. Again, she didn't know where she was going, but she was going to get there.
Yori's claws actually broke the flesh on his forehead as he held his head.His growling was bringing people out to stare. "What the fuck are you looking at?" It was hard to think. Every part of him hurt. He could hear fish boy yelling at him. Then he felt himself yelling at himself. Fish boy...him, it was getting hard to distinguish his thoughts.
Alana looked over at a crowd that was gathering. She couldn't see what all the fuss was about, but if it was some poor Eldarian, she couldn't just stand by and do nothing. She pushed pass people as they whispered. Looking over she saw Yori. "Crap..." She turned back to the crowd. "Get a life people! There is nothing to see!" she screamed. Walking over to Yori, she cradled him into her chest. "Yori, I'm going to get you home, ok?" she whispered to him as she hailed a cab.
Yori growled as she cradled him. His eyes seemed almost feral as if he didn't recognize her. His once solid golden eyes were slowly swimming with blue, his claws thrashed out at his head as he let out another feral growl and fell back to his knees. "Make it stop!"
Alana pulled back from him. Getting out her video phone she called his father. "Something's very wrong!" she told him. "We're at the cross mark at 4th and 8th. Please hurry..."
Yori continued to thrash about on the ground, his claws slicing through the snow, metal, and brick. Whatever his claws landed on seemed to disintegrate. His fangs and claws seemed to be longer, his voice was nothing but a feral growl as he proceeded to claw at his own body. His father arrived in fifteen minutes, by that point his son was barely recognizable. He wasted no time, pointing a gun at his son and firing the sedative into his chest.
Alana screamed. "What did you do!" she yelled. She got to her knees and looked Yori over while moving her hands to his chest to check for a wound.
"I put a tranquilizer in him," he stated. He loaded another one into the gun and shot Yori in the leg. Once he was certain that his son was unconscious he put the gun away and moved beside him. "This isn't good. Come, we'll take him back to my place."
Alana watched as Yori was lifted up by his father and they got into his car. She watched Yori closely as his father drove them to his house. It was late at night and she knew the little girls would be asleep and she was sure Midori was probably waiting up for them.
Midori stood at the door and ushered them inside. "What happened? It looks like he went feral...but I thought he had it under control?"
"I don't know," his father sighed. "Alana, did you see what happened?"
Alana shook her head. Was this because of their fight? Did she make him that mad? "We...got into a fight..." she whispered.
His father frowned. They moved Yori to one of the medical tables and scanned him. "He looks like hell," he said bluntly. "Midori, put some salve on him and give him a shot to boost his healing factor." He examined Yori's wounds and looked at Alana. "All of these looked self inflicted.... What were you two fighting about exactly?"
Alana wanted to help, but the way Midori looked at her kept her from doing anything. She was probably still pissed at her. She didn't hold it against her. "Us...and the...the...." she looked away, "you know."
"The baby," Midori said bluntly, casting a glance at Alana as she pushed the needle into Yori. "I haven't seen him this badly messed up since that time when he was little."
Raize nodded. "I'm not entirely certain that this is because of your fight," he told her. "His neural patterns are all over the board. It's like something is shock his system from the inside out. My guess is whatever those nanites were made for, they're finally taking effect."
Alana sat down. After everything they have been through, him getting shot twice, Golden Yori leaving, her giving him half her organs, and an unplanned pregnancy...she thought they could survive anything, but now...looking at him on the table, helpless and nearly in shreds she was beginning to doubt everything. This could kill him. She could lose him.
"Is there...anything I can do?"
"I think you've done enough," Midori spat.
"Midori!" Raize glared at his daughter who backed away. He pushed another needle into Yori and rubbed the spot clean. "There's not much any of us can do besides wait to see what the morning brings."
Alana nodded. She stood. It was obvious that Midori didn't want her here and she could understand that. "Thank you..." She didn't know what else to say. Leaving them, she walked outside and took a cab back to the apartment. As soon as she got there, she fell to the ground and curled up into a ball while she cried. She had been right. Nothing was fair. Nothing was ever easy, but this was just too much. She just couldn't stand it.
A few minutes later there was a knock at her door. Midori pushed the unlocked door open as she ventured into their house only to find Alana curled up in a ball crying. "My father sent me," she told her, trying to keep her voice indifferent. "You left before he could offer you a place to stay. He said that your place is by Yori's side."
Alana felt stupid laying on the floor before her. Standing she turned her back to Midori as she wiped her eyes. Fixing herself, she took a deep breath and turned to her. "Tell your father I'm very grateful, but no thank you. I'll wait here." She walked to the door and opened it for her. "Do you have money for a cab?"
"I took his car," she told her. "You look like hell. When Yori wakes he's going to want to see you."
Her eyes narrowed. "Thanks for the compliment. Just...if it's not too much trouble, let me know when he wakes," she said and gestured to the door.
Midori looked at the door and then at Alana. "Before I leave, I want to know something. Why did you want to get rid of the child? Tell me that, and I'll leave."
Alana looked away. "I'm tired. Yori's hurts. It's been a long day...no it's been a long month. I don't have the energy to explain it to you when you won't understand anyways."
"Try me," Midori said. "I want to know, because the brother I know, the brother I raised...he couldn't sit there and talk so calmly about killing his own child. Please, I need to understand."
"The brother you know didn't sit quietly and do it. He pitched a fit and before that, he practically begged me to agree to keep it. But there is a lot you don't know about your brother. There are two people in his head and both people got a say in it. The ten year old wanted to keep it, the eighteen year old wasn't ready to be a father. I'm sixteen, Midori!" she explained. She was trying hard not to be angry, but it was hard. "I don't have a family, I got kicked out of my house. The only money I have is the money I stole to keep Yori and I safe. I don't know the first thing about being a mother and I don't honestly think I could raise it while taking care of Yori because everybody knows that when the ten year old Yori is out, he has to be explained everything to understand. I already am doing all I can to be sweet and calm while taking care of him, but I cannot take care of him and a child. I'm flattered that you wanted to help, but this wasn't your decision. It was mine and Yori's. I didn't plan to do anything until I spoke with both of them and talked it over. It was Yori who killed it, at least we thought it was dead." She took a deep breath. "I'm not ready for a child and as much as one of the Yori's wanted it, we both know he doesn't have the mind set to raise one. I had to think rationally. I had to think about how it would affect us down the road. I'm sorry I didn't put your feelings or your family’s feelings into consideration, but like I said, it was mine and Yori's decision."
Midori took a deep breath. Her face was set hard, but it was hard to tell what was going on in her head. "I see," she said softly. She was quiet for a few moments before she finally seemed to relax. "It was your decision to make. While I do not agree with it, I will not hold it against you, either. I can't blame my brother for his decision, so it is not fair that I should blame you."
She tried to smile, but it was hard. "Are you certain that you do not wish to spend the night? I'm certain that you'd find our place more hospitable than the floor."
That was a low blow. The floor thing was just a comfort tool. A stupid one, but a comfort tool none the less. "No. I'll stay here," she said.
Midori nodded slowly. "If that's what you want. We'll call you just as soon as there's some sign of improvement." Nodding, she turned and disappeared out into the snow.
Alana shut the door and this time she locked it. She wanted to be with Yori, she really did. More than anything, but she couldn't be in that house. Not when there was so much tension in it. Midori might have given her some form of an apology, but it was obvious to Alana that no one in that house agreed with hers and Golden Yori's decision to not keep the child. She walked to the couch and laid down. It was going to be a very long night.
The next morning Raize was up early reading over the reports on the nanites in their system. The reports weren't good, not at all. Picking up the phone he dialed Alana. "Yes, no there's been no change to Yori, he's still asleep, but I need you to come in now."
Alana hadn't slept. She sat on the couch all night and waited for the call. When she finally got it she rushed out. She hadn't even taken her coat off from the night before. Getting in a cab, she paid he extra just to speed. After getting there, she rushed to the door and knocked, hoping she wasn't waking anyone.
Raize ushered her back to his lab where Yori still laid. His wounds were healing, but much slower than they normally would. "Would you like something to drink? Maybe some milk perhaps?"
Alana shook her head. "Please...don't beat around the bush. What's wrong with him?" she asked.
"The nanites in his system are a degenerative virus. The good part is that it only targets human DNA, which means that it won't kill him. Actually, the only part of him that even possesses human DNA was where...well, where your child was. I believe that was the reason why your child didn't...perish so quickly." He was trying to choose his words very carefully. "The nanites attacked the human part of the child's DNA, and from there mutated to start attacking his DNA. I've already administered another set of nanites to combat this, but there's no telling what happened with all the gene splicing going on in his body."