Sirith put his arms around Naomi again, smiling as he looked down at her. This is a dream, he told himself, But I'll take it.
Suddenly from downstairs he heard screams; Viola screaming in pain and then laughing maniacally, Giovanni and Hart calling her name and then calling for him and Naomi.
Sighing, he released Naomi reluctantly and said, "I think we're needed."
She nodded, smiling slightly at him. His stomach lurched and then he smiled back. Dazzled for a second, Sirith just stood there. Until he heard the screams again and raced down stairs.
"What's wrong?" Naomi asked.
"We have to go," Viola said simply, starting for the door. Sirith looked over at Giovanni and Hart, raising his eyebrows in a question. They shrugged and followed Viola.
Viola headed straight for the cars, "Grab one and head to Dean's house."
"Why?" Hart asked, looking confused.
"You'll see," Viola muttered darkly.
Naomi got into the driver's seat, Sirith following. Giovanni, Hart, and Viola took another car and they were off, following Viola blindly.
Viola pulled up in front of Dean's house, heart racing. Maybe if she got there in time, maybe. She sprinted into the house, using all those years of soccer conditioning. She found the room that he was in, not even caring if anyone else was following her. Aoi was standing there screaming and looking at her blood stained hands.
"What have you done?" Viola hissed in a low whisper, looking at Dean's body.
"I, Viola...I." Aoi turned to look at Viola, but Viola just shoved her out of the way and went to stand in front of Dean. She snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"Wake up." Nothing, she said it louder, "Wake up!" still nothing. She started slapping her hand on the wall next to his, "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up damn it!" She screamed. She felt someone pull her away from Dean, it was Naomi.
"Why isn't it working!" She screamed, "I'm the fucking goddess of emmotion why isn't it working!" She felt hot tears roll down her cheeks. Aoi was slowly climbing back to her feet, her hair turning red and her fingernails black.
"Oh Viola," She said throwing her an exasperated look, "He is just a boy, a boy you don't even love. Imagine how it must have felt when he told you he loved you and you just looked back blankly. And then you left his unconcious in his front yard while you went galavanting off with your new friends. It didn't even take you two hours to get over him. But your name was the last thing he said before he died." a smile played across her face.
"You bitch I'll kill you!" Viola screamed struggling to get out of Naomi's grasp.
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage, and I promise you something great will come of it.
**Thanks for clarifying that Maki....I think i understand now**
Naomi~
Naomi held onto Viola, easily overpowering her struggling. She had Hart take her place and stood in front of Viola. "Akane, leave Aoi's body before I kill you myself," she hissed quietly. Akane just smiled and stood up. The others look horribly confused. Naomi bit her lip and glared at Akane. "Now!" She screamed, lunging for Akane.
*cat4prowl, her name is Giovanna. It end with and a, not an i*
[Giovanna]
She ran out of the car and into the house. Viola was thrashing around, the only thing holding her back was Hart. Dean's bloody body lay on the ground. The apple Giovanna had earlier was threatening to come back up.
Sirith ran inside the house and saw Aoi- Akane and Naomi fighting. As if on cue, he jumped into the fight also.
Giovanna ran up to Hart, "What are we supposed to do with the body?" he just shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't touch him!" hissed Viola, trying to get out of Hart's grasp.
The smell in the room was horrible, Giovanna ran outside with her hand over her mouth. She breathed in the cool night's air and managed not to throw up. Two dark figures were running towards the house. After they got a little closer Giovanna noticed that it was Fly and Tex!
She waved her hands around in the air signaling for them to come over. "Fly! Over here!"
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
Sirith stood frozen in the doorway, frozen. Aoi was Akane? And Akane murdered Dean? How could they ever trust her again. Sirith's anger built as he watched Aoi's shoulders shake with her sobs. Funnily enough, he didn't have much sympathy for a murderer. Besides, tears are human.
The pathetic sight was making him angry, he turned to stare at the stabbed body. With revulsion, he realized he was almost admiring her handiwork. He shivered, God of Rage, not God of Hate.
"How can we trust her?" he spit, breaking into the sobs. Everyone looked up with shock, surprised at his lack of feelings. He saw the look on Naomi's face and caught himself, "She doesn't have control, I mean, Akane could take over at any second."
They must have realized he was right, because they looked thoughtful. His hands clenched, they didn't have time to think right now!
Sirith was right. She, Aoi was the new one. This wasn't her body. IT was Akane's. Aoi was created by Akane's will. She wasn't even really thier, just a different personallity.
AOi stood up, breaking Naomi's hug. She new the answer."Viola?" Aoi asked.
Everyone watched Aoi. Viola's eyes were filled with hate."WHat?" She answered.
AOi took a deep breath. She stopped crying." Viola, will you kill me?" Aoi finished.
*THe god of EMotions has the power to kill his/her followers- like Aoi. Is that ok?*
Everyone stared at Aoi in shock. Viola didn't seem to mind, she hated Aoi and Akane for killing Dean. The tension in the air was so thick could be cut with a knife. Even Fly probably couldn't lift their spirits.
"Aoi, you can't actually wa-"
"No," said Aoi, stepping infront of Viola. "Will you please kill me?"
A few tears ran down her face. Giovanna's fear, Sirith's rage, and Naomi's anger wasn't helping any of this. Hart was probably giving Aoi the bravery to help her do this. Would this really be the end of Aoi?
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
She didn't want to die, but she had to. For everyone- for her family and for Viola. The closest AOi ever came to making a human friend.
She tried to hold back the tears but slowly each clear drop dripped down her cheeks.
"Please Viola, before Akane can take control again." Aoi begged.
"No you don't have to worry! We can stopped Akane!" Fly pleaded.
Aoi shook her head." She is stronger. Remeber she is a GOd Of Emotions. Akane's power is too great, and I would rather die then kill any of you." Aoi exsplained.
Sirith looked away. Naomi clentched her fists. Fly began to cry. Giovanna held Fly's hand. Hart held the tears back as he wathced.
" what can you fix? Akane was here before me. I am the intruder- unessisary." Aoi responed.
' Unessisary' the words made everyone flintch." I always was jelous of humans. In fact I wish I was one. But now at least at the end I'll be happier." Aoi revealed.
"YOu were unhappy?" FLy asked.
It was a dumb question. EVeryone knew Aoi was missurable. But FLy just wanted to waste time and maybe make Aoi choose another way."
"I was, but not because of others But rather myself. I knew all along in my heart that AKane dwelled inside of me, and I new the moment I opened my eyes I was going to die."
"Viola I'm going to ask you again, will you kill me?" Aoi stared into Viola's eyes. She was pleading with her expression. Viola walked to Dean's body and held back the tears. Why couldn't she bring him back? She felt a hand on her shoulder which she shook off, "please Viola!' Aoi's voice came more pathetic than ever.
"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction." Viola said, seething with hate. Maybe she was more like Entry than most of them realised. Viola walked out of the house, leaving Aoi crying and pleading for death. She didn't expect Aoi to follow her, but she did.
"Viola, please!"
"Why should I do you the favor of death, I would rather you lived your life miserable. Kill everyone, I don't care anymore." She heard a crude voice echo in her head, it was her thoughts. She feared for the person she was becoming.
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage, and I promise you something great will come of it.
