Kamikaze Ch. 1

Kamikaze Ch. 1

"Well, it looks like I have to kill you now. What a shame. You were so much fun to play with, Koku. Not to mention, you were sorta cute." A cruel grin spread across the boy's face as a strange dark aura seemed to engulf his lean body. The nameless black mass made it's way toward her swiftly and sinisterly.

Oh, great. She didn't know what the heck to do. She was just a kid. Just a little girl. Only thirteen years old. She screamed and dropped to her knees, shielding her head and ignoring the stinging of her skin scraping against the hard floor of the old abandoned mansion. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she knew that whatever was coming, it wouldn't be pleasant. She braced myself, but nothing happened. After a few moments she opened her eyes, but they snapped back shut again. The wind was swirling around her violently in a sort of mini tornado, and whipping her long dirty blond hair violently about her. She opened my eyes again and peering through them was barely able to see the boy, Darc, wincing and fighting against the wind, and the tornado colliding with the black aura.

Then suddenly something happened. She wasn't sure what. Everything was dark and moving too fast. She heard a roar of loud noises and her own high pitched scream. The ground started shaking and seemed to drop out from under her. She felt herself plunge not so gracefully downward. As disoriented as she was during all the chaos, she didn't know how much time had passed, if any. She couldn't see or hear anything, or feel anything save for a numbing pain all over her body and a large amount of pressure pushing down on her.

Suddenly, she realized that she had been holding her breath. She gasped for air, but instead got a lungful of dust and coughed harshly. Once she had finally managed to breathe sufficiently, she tried to sit up, but something was pinning her down. With all of the energy she had left, she shoved a large rock off of herself. She slowly sat up and opened her eyes, scanning her surroundings. It took a moment for things to sink in. Her mind was a little slow at the moment, but she eventually realized that the floor had collapsed and they had fallen into the basement of the mansion. It was hard to see through the dust and dim lighting, but it looked like they were trapped. Wait a minute... they. "Darc!?" She cried and quickly stood up, or at least tried to. She only made it halfway up before a sharp pain shot up her leg and it gave out under her. She collapsed back onto the hard ground. Great. Just great.

She heard a scuffling noise and looked over to see Darc shove a large rock off of himself and shakily stand up. Though he didn't appear to be seriously wounded, he still looked like he was in worse shape than her. Still, he limped over to her as she gave him a blank stare. "Need some help?" he asked half-sarcastically. As he offered a hand to her, a small stream of blood trickled down his pale arm and dripped off of his finger.

She stared up at him stupidly. Finally, she realized he had asked her a question.
"I... I can't stand up," she stammered.
Darc sighed. "Then I guess I'll just have to make myself comfortable." And without any further ado, he sat down next to her and ran a hand through his shaggy jet black hair.
She stared at him quizzically.
"What?" He snapped.
"Nothing..." She muttered.

There was a long silence, save for the occasional pebble still tumbling to the ground.

"You're wondering why we're not fighting, right?" Darc asked after what could have been a few moments, or an eternity. She wasn't quite sure.
"We're not fighting because it's even more pointless than usual. We're both be trapped here for a while, so we might as well call a truce." She answered.
"Actually I was thinking something more along the lines of my entire body aches and I want to save what little energy I have left to just finish you off later... but that works."
She rolled her dark eyes. "Lovely sentiments."
"So that's why you're not fighting? I mean... I don't think that you're hurt badly enough that you couldn't put up at least a little bit of the fight."
"I don't wanna fight. I just don't want to die. So as long as you're not trying to kill me, I don't see the point," she murmured, averting her eyes. "Besides, I don't know how to fight, anyway." That little tornado she somehow made must have been a fluke.
"So... what's your real name, anyway?" He asked her, changing the subject.
"You've been after me for months now and you don't even know my name?" She rolled her eyes again.
"Yes, now just answer the freakin' question already!" He snapped impatiently.
"It's Destiny," she answered quietly.
"Ha, Destiny? What a weird name. But I guess that doesn't matter. So ironic, though." he mused.
"What do you mean?"

Darc turned his piercing red eyes toward her. "Because you have no destiny left. You will die here." He stated in a matter-of-fact tone that made her shudder.
"Yeah, well, we'll see about that..." She muttered.
"You know how this will end, Koku."
"Why do you still call me that? You know my name now."
"I don't care who you are. I only care about that demon inside of you. And about destroying it." He said in the same emotionless tone.
"Then why did you even bother asking my name?" She snapped in frustration, then spoke more softly. "Don't you know if you kill me, you'll only kill me? The demon will still be alive, it'll just move to a different body..." She grimaced as she muttered the words under her breath. Then someone else would be stuck with these freaky powers... and freaky stalkers. Darc either didn't hear what she had said, or rather just chose to ignore it.
There was a pause. "Do you think we'll ever get out of here?" she asked hesitantly.
"Well, since you don't know how to control that thing inside of you, I'll have to make an exit. I should be able to once I rest and get some energy back, but there's a good chance that everything could collapse on us... Either way, your time will be coming to an end soon."
She bit her lip and fell silent.

She didn't remember falling asleep, but a ray of light hitting her face awoke her. She squinted and shielded her eyes with her tan hand. She could just barely make out a figure even more blinding than the light itself-- a tall woman with long white hair, pale skin, and a flowing white dress.
"Faye!!" She cried out excitedly. She realized Darc must still be there and awake when she heard a low growling noise beside of her, but she ignored him. She leaped to her feet but her ankle gave out on me again. She groaned; her ankle was throbbing.

She glanced over at Darc. His lips were pressed together in a hard line and he was eying Faye none too happily. Faye's red eyes mirrored his.
"Well, this looks like my cue to go. Farewell." He said bitterly as he rose from the ground.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "And what happened to killing me?"
"It's lost it's flare. Besides, I'm outnumbered now," he paused as he turned away from her, "but I may change my mind. So watch your back."