Saturday, November 5, 2005

Fake Wings Chapter 11!!
Here's Chapter 11, hot off the press! Another sort of filler chapter. It'll get better, I promise!

Chapter 11

Tenji sat in the rafters, looking down at the tube filled room which she’d learned to call home. It was depressing, seeing dead bodies all around her. For the most part, she was too depressed thinking about her “deceased” friend Izayoi, and sulking. Otomaru took any opportunity he got to taunt her. Of course, she didn’t react at all, which took the fun out of bothering her. Tenji’s sole amount of contact was with Otomaru, when he came in to bring her food and to train her.

If there was anything worse than death, it was coming back to life in a world that was alien to you. Everything you loved… gone in an instant. Tenji sighed and unfurled her wings; she’d grown accustomed to the size changing bat wings she’d acquired. Of course, she could have flown without them anyway. The familiar rapping noise came, and Tenji flew down to meet Otomaru.

“Here, I brought you some food.” Otomaru muttered, handing the tray to the fox furry, “eat it quick; I’ll be back to train you soon.” He turned, his pink hair flopping around his head as he turned to leave. Tenji sighed and scarfed down the food, smoothing out her black clothing. She called them her coffin clothes, as they were what she wore in death. In truth, this room had become her living coffin, and she awaited eagerly her chance to return to the silent solace that only her death would provide.

“Izayoi… I’m sorry I abandoned you… I’ll be with you again as soon as possible…” Tenji muttered as the doors closed. She finished her food and dropped the tray to the ground with a clatter. When it did not break, she used her mental powers to shatter it into several chunks. ‘Izayoi… I’ll see you again in death… once it re-embraces me…’ She thought, the faintest of smiles reaching her face again.

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“Someone dug up Tenji’s grave…” Izayoi muttered to Krad, who sat quietly next to her, “and it looks like it was done a while ago. What kind of monster disturbs someone’s final resting place?” She had been griping about this insult for a few hours now at least. Krad, however, just sat patiently, listening. He knew she was upset; Tenji used to be the only friend she had.

“Don’t worry,” Krad said, putting his hand on Izayoi’s shoulder, “I’m sure you’ll find out who did it eventually.” He smiled at Izayoi, who couldn’t help but smile back. Krad had this way of speaking… it made you feel absolutely positive that anything could happen. Sighing, she looked back off into the desert, a sandstorm blowing amid the dunes. She felt sorry for anyone trapped there; mainly for the triads and raiders who hid in the desert and attacked travelers.

“Do you think that any of the alters from the capital city survived?” Izayoi asked, the pupil in her white eye seeming to narrow, “I mean, we weren’t able to locate all of them… they have a wide range of powers.” Izayoi’s eye fell on Krad; she thought it might have scared hi, as he stiffened up and looked a bit cold.

“It’s possible… I heard there’s an alter boy who can heal wounds.” Krad said, thinking slightly, “whether they’ll survive if they are alive, is very uncertain. If I remember correctly, your troop destroyed everything they could.” Izayoi nodded, her white eye leaving Krad’s form. Instantly, he relaxed, which assured Izayoi that it was her eye that frightened him.

“I sure wouldn’t want to be an alter.” Izayoi muttered, “Tenji said everyone has a special power, and that it eventually awakens in you… if that’s true, any one of us could be persecuted and killed by Hadden at any time.” This comment also made Krad freeze, but Izayoi assumed it was only her eye landing upon him again. He looked and nodded at her, thinking that he’d blown his cover.

‘I can’t believe I got stuck with this stupid job’ Krad thought, ‘going undercover here was the worst idea ever. What if my power awakens and I get killed? Ooh, if any alters were still alive from the capital, I’d give them a piece of my mind.’ He sighed and looked at Izayoi. The sadness that was displayed clearly in her blank, white eye looked even worse than the sadness in her blue one.

“Cheer up.” Krad grinned, “You’ll see Tenji again someday.” He smiled at her, and she nodded. ‘We will meet again… in death.’ Izayoi thought, unknowingly sharing a thought with her once deceased best friend.

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