Ashes! Ashes! We All Fall Down! [Emro]

[Haruka Yasu]

Plum woolen socks climbed up her legs to her thigh, her soft pale skin beginning where it ended. Her small skirt swished around her as she walked quickly down the corridor, her shoulders hunched and narrow, one arm gripping the other almost as if she were wounded. Her pupil-less lilac eyes flashed left and right beneath her warm gray bangs, her petal pink lips as expressionless as ever. She looked like she had something to hide, which wasn't entirely nonsense. It wasn't like she intended on hiding it, though; if someone were to ask that she had a knife, she would promptly state 'yes' and ask if they wished to see it in action.

She was wet, she was cold, and she was cranky---there was no other way of classifying it. She had gotten a little carried away in the rain, just standing there and gazing up into the clouds. It was the insanity that ran in her blood, she told herself, that made her do it. To become crazily obsessed with something, someone, was merely in her nature. She could always blame it on her father---anyway, he had always blamed it on her; wouldn't it only be fair---balanced---to blame it right back on him?

The rain water dripped down her gray hair and onto the dark navy blue baggy shirt that she wore, which was clinging like a baby monkey to her sides and bosom. What with her dead look and humble, but elegant, walk and stance, one might assume that she was nothing but a slave---but this was untrue. She had once been somewhat like a slave to someone, once, but right now this was her revenge. Her knife seemed to whisper to her, promising relief from this grief, regret and burning that was eating her from the inside. Torture: that was the right word. She was being tortured---she wanted to let it free on the sole persons that made it so: males.

They were her fear, her disgust, her anger; she would not stop until she was satisfied. Although her eyes stayed just as dead and stagnant as always, her inners began to boil with the longing for one of them feeling the pain that she now felt. Why must this world be so uneven? she would often think to herself. No one ever did anything bad on purpose, they were always with good intentions. Hers were good intentions for humanity; she saw males as nothing but a treacherous plague---one which she must wipe clean with the gleaming malodorous silver knife.

She did not plan things, she never had. Everything was impulsive to Haruka; whatever was done today would certainly not be repeated tomorrow, and whatever she did in these times were never held in accounted for towards the future. Future, this thing that everyone in this mansion had such an endless abyss of, was nothing, here, as well. Dreams of petty little childish ideas, like traveling and making discoveries, were demolished as quickly and easily as a child bringing an end with a finger to a bug's life.

Today, she decided as she swiped a lighter that was so serendipitous enough to be there on the counter for her, she felt like burning something. Into the library she went, grabbing books at an alarming rate into her arms and then fleeing to a corner in the huge library that was there. All around her: books. All around her: lives. How she wished that they were ashes. How she wished that they were dust. No one can live without sin, what was the point of continuing then? In her story book castle around her, she flicked open the lighter, making the softest of noises, and let the end of a page to one of the random containments of knowledge she knew not of begin to burn.

She was nearly shivering from the cold wetness, and the part that was still human in her began to grow eager from the fire that was surely coming; the crackling, warm embers waiting for her to sit by them and watch them dance like trapped spirits, happy where they are but always trying to get free, to grow and expand; to consume, to kill...

Haruka understood the fire.

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro had just finished watching one of his monster movies that he had stashed away in his large duffle bag. Luckly, when he escaped from his small town, he had brought along his collection of monster movies. Monster movies were so much fun to watch on a rainy day, and he had a large collection that would last him a while.

Emro and Elspeth were having a marathon of movies in his room, and Emro had snuck out of the room while Elspeth was watching one of the movies about a killer mosquito man, titled "Mansquito." Seeing a bunch of cops and swat people being slaughtered by a bulletproof mansquito brought chuckles to Emro, and wondered what would happen if he projected that creature into reality. How unstopable would it be?

As Emro was trying to find some alone time with himself, he wondered if it was a good idea to let a girl like Elspeth be watching those movies. She loved to use her fear ability and would not hesitate to bring alive one of those slasher killers or movie monsters. Would she bring Mansquito to life? Or what about Chupacabra? Both of those movie monsters were bulletproof and he would have to convince Elspeth to dispell them. He sighed.

A smell of smoke pushed through his nostrils and thoughts poured into his mind. They were not his own, but of a girl. A girl who wanted to burn things. Burning...books...burning information..precious knowledge being burnt away. How disgusting.

Emro walked into the library and calmly made his way towards the girl burning a page of a book. He knew nothing about the girl and dared not to begin probing her mind. So, he acted like he was looking through a book and turned his head to speak to her. "Oh, hello there. You uh...don't like books?"

It took him a while to notice that she was soaked from the rain. Did she not own a rain coat or something? Then he saw she didn't have any shoes. Did she not have shoes either?

Emro placed the dusty book back with the others and watched the burning flames dancing on the page. Another thought crept into his mind. This one was a little angry. Angry with him. Uh oh. It was Elspeth. He felt her tackle him from behind and clung to him like a sloth on a tree. The young girl bit his ear and chewed on it.

" How dare you leave me in there all alone. I should've brought a monster to come get you." Elspeth pouted releasing his ear.

Emro laughed softly and put his hand over her mouth, not wanting to disturb the peace that the girl with the fire wished to have. Or, he thought so. Since the library was empty.

[Haruka Yasu]

Haruka gave a nasty hiss through her front teeth, her perfect petal lips pulled back in an angry sneer. There was a male, with red and black hair, and disgusting multicolored eyes with most horrid pale creeping skin that made her want to just get out her knife and start hacking. How she did despise men! Their very existence made her want to kill, to scream, to tear out her hair and vomit across the beautifully taken care of carpet. If he got close she would cut off his hand; she would cut off his hand and cook it up and feed it to a pack of starving dogs so that they could fight over it and rip it to pieces! He would cease to exist as nothing more dog shit---just as he was doing now! Men were such vile, self centered creatures with no use except to have a fifty percent chance of creating more females. How disgusting that they could help such a beautiful angel come into life! With a mansion curse like this, where they could live forever, Haruka figured that there was no longer any use at all for them---they should just be done away with like the filthy trash that they were!

She shrunk deeper into her corner and her head dipped, playing shadows across her face from her gray bangs and the flickering fire light. How dare he speak to her! His very voice made her want to skin herself. She didn't even reply, she just sat there and glared at him, her stagnant violet eyes as hollow as ever; the look screaming more and more towards him: FUCK OFF! Haruka hated that her wet clothes seemed to make her look helpless, that his freakish look was filled with pity; the fire licked around her, the warmth caressing her socks and burning little holes through them like hungry fiery moths.

Her eyes nearly dropped out of their sockets when she saw the other one cling to him. Poor dear was obviously under some sort of spell. What a beautiful head of snow white hair, what gorgeous golden eyes that leap and sprung forth glee and menace! How shocking that she was being seen with someone as obviously vile as that boy. Girls were so innocent, they were lovely and elegant; Haruka just wanted to live in a world with just them. What a paradise it would be!

"No need to get a monster," Haruka mumbled through her now expressionless lips, "you've already got one." Her voice was soft and soprano, one that went with blushes and giggles. Obviously, it was wrongly placed with her current attitude---still, in the past, it was true. Haruka, however, could not recall the last time that the embarrassed color rose had touched her cheeks, nor did she remember what a laugh felt like. It had nearly been two hundred years ago, it was not as if she were to blame. Anyway, she wanted to forget. With glee, comes sorrow. She would never think back to those horrible days.

She considered throwing a flaming book at the villain, but the angel was too close. She kept her violet glare locked onto the boy's freakish mismatch, planning on making him as uncomfortable as possible. One would think that she was used to have burning books around her, she was so casual about it, it was as if she no longer knew that they were there---but she did, and she felt the fire that was trying to make home on her long socks and singe the bottom of her short skirt. She simply did not care. Pain was something she bottled inside, as to release on the next man that dared to approach her. Luckily for her, this new boy was waving red flag to her possessed bull inside. She expected to feel relief soon from this rage that was kept in her. Perhaps she would even take this angelic girl as a slave as well, for more possibly cherished moments. This new girl seemed a bit too bold for Haruka's taste, but it would be a bit of fun just the same. Lovely. Burn a book, win the lotto. Firstly she just needed to get rid of this boy---if only the angel would move from his side!

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro smiled and stared at the girl. He knew her thoughts, his Geass granted him entrance into the minds of those around him. How sad, she despised all men, but for what. For what allowed her this distaste for his kind. Emro would have to burrow himself inside her mind and find that one out, but he would have to wait.

Back at home Emro would consult the talk about males with females of the....pro female clubs. The clubs where they sit around and talk about how much they hated men. Those topics allowed Emro his point of view to be said. But trying to convince the women that not all men were like the wrong ones, is like telling a police officer that you were walking around naked because aliens abducted you. No matter how many lie detactor tests you passed.

Not all men would take advantage of a girl, not all men cared about sex, not all men treated their cars better than their girl. Emro was unlike other men, and he hated to be tossed into a box along with the vile rotting males of the doomed human race. This girl was going to get a mouthful of Emro Philosophy. He knew well what she was thinking, and at times, he wouldn't have to use his Geass to read on it. Her eyes burnt right down to his core, and chills slithered up his spine. He would have to admit that we was afraid, but he knew now how to get back at her. How does projecting her hatetred of men infront of her sound?

Elspeth on the other hand was clueless as to what was going on. She just clutched to the back of Emro and watched the girl and Emro have a stare down. With the few days she had spent following him around, Elspeth knew when he was reading the mind of someone, or studying their being.

Her heart began racing when she saw the look the girl was giving her. Elspeth never felt that before, not even when she was watching Emro's movies. The terror, mayham, blood baths, torture, flesh tearing, skull splitting, screams of terror, and frightful monsters didn't phase her one bit, but this look she was getting did.

The young girl slid off of Emro and hid behind him, to escape those eyes. Those eyes that burnt holes in her own. How badly Elspeth felt recieving fear, when she was supposed to project it. The pain, lonelyness, heartache had to be put on someone else.

Emro got the picture, and prepared his talk to the girl that wanted him dead. His Geass activated over his red eye.

" How funny. You think of me as a monster, when you want all men dead. The extermination of one gender would doom the human race. Without men, there is no more life. One cannot create life without the help of men. Even if you keep sperm around, there is still "men" on the Earth. So you are the monster for killing off the human race. Props to you.

The name is Emro Deucalion. Supernatural Researcher, and Philosopher. I do not appreciate you scaring my friend here, and the thoughts of ending my life. Even though you may not care, but you might want to know how in this brief conversation, I've entered your mind and read what I needed. Sorry. My Geass as I was told allows me to hear thoughts and manipulate minds. As the phrase goes, people see what they want to see. That statement is true when I come into affect. People can see, what I want them to see. "

Fearing his impending demise of being set ablaze, he furthed his talk with this feminist and amazonian woman lifestyle. Depsite that.

" Lemme guess, you are going to say "Stay out of my head" well, I don't need to be in there anymore. I know that you want to take my friend here away, but that won't happen. You may hate all men, but your blind hatred is only clouding your mind. Women are the same way. Lets say instead. The human race is plagued by both genders. Women attack other women. So your perfect world, won't be so perfect. There will still be crime, there will still be hate, and there will be no children. Some will take the roles of men, and continue on what is programed into our genetic code. Women and men alike target both sides of the gender spectrum. I personally have seen women manipulate men to get what they wanted. They use their flirtsy attitude and cuteness, to make us their puppets. I personally think the human race should be like that book, and burn. " The word burn was said so coldly. One could say the room went cold at that exact moment.

Elspeth listened intently as Emro spoke so boldy to this girl. She knew how much Emro hated the human race. All the war, the pain, the suffering and ignorance made no sense to him. He saw that those things were both good and bad. Less people would be on this world because of it. Disasters were signs of light. But people were still rotting away the Earth. People rarely did anything when something was happening. Only those trained did something. If a fire started burning away a building and people were running out, how many would stay and help the trapped? Probably .01%. They care too much about their lives than those of others.

Emro was like a teacher and brother to her. She stayed behind him and waited to see what the responce of the girl would be. Probably something angry.

[Haruka Yasu]

Her sneer grew more and more pronounced at each ugly word---Lies! Stupidity! Nonsense! ---only wavering when he said that she was scaring the girl. Scaring her? But she never glared at the girl... her feelings towards the angel were that of wanting to protect from the male, and awed from her beauty. Only for a moment did her angry face hesitate, but after that it just grew even more so filled with hatred. No doubt this demon-boy-thing was putting some sort of spell over the snow white haired angel, no doubt Haruka did not actually scare her, it was surely just this thing that was the bad one. Yes, that was it. Lies!

With her teeth barred, she looked devilishly animistic. No one had truly approached her since she had woken from her long sleep in the basement---forever is such a long time, she wanted to be away for a while, least she grow so bored that she would go on another rampage like she did when she was still alive (she considered everyone in this house dead, due to the curse). All her old slaves have faded away, not that she was grieving. She lost emotion long ago---well, that is, except for hatred, lust, and revenge. But mainly revenge. She's a real big one in the revenge business.

She was not interested in his name, nor in his opinions. "It is better to live in short, beautiful moments, then to stretch it out painful and thin," she spoke in a short reply to his attempt at telling her the destruction of the human race if they were gone---that was obvious, she had no need of being told such simple concepts; it was what she said just now that she stood by. Haruka was a strange believer in things, she stood by the facts that reincarnation was what happened in death, and that other people on other planets existed---on other planets that people, here, could be reincarnated on to. Planets like Heaven. Planets where they were true angels---genderless and beautiful---with no lies, no betrayal, no misunderstandings, no greater or less then, thus no need for revenge and hatred and envy. This immortal house was like hell, trapped forever in one transition phase, and Haruka was desperately trying to find a way out, a way to death without killing herself---least she be reincarnated into a male as punishment (what a dreadful thought!).

"Hypocrite," Haruka accused through displeased teeth. "You're part of mankind, too, why don't you just start with yourself?" Her head tilted to the side at a this, reaching for a flaming book suggestively. If he could truly read her thoughts, he would know what she planned to do next; but then her violet eyes flickered to the little golden eyes behind him, and her hand drew away quickly. "What's your name?" she whispered as nicely as she could. She did not want the angel to be afraid of her. "I'm Haruka, Haruka Yasu; in no relation to the head of the house, just the same names," she clarified, for it was often the following up question that she did not wish to explain again. The fire crackled around her and her skin blistered and healed, again and again---although she did not flinch. Her stagnant eyes locked on to the girl's, hoping to look kind but looking nothing more then a soulless doll in the middle of hell, staring at her waitingly.

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro smiled, this was rather fun. It had been such a long while since he had ever had such a discussion. He called these sort of discussion "ramming two trains together."

Emro stared at her hand. The one holding the flame, watching it blister and heal. " Thinking me of a demon now aren't you? I can hear your thoughts. Sadly, I cannot turn it off. Haruka, I do not put "spells" as you called it on people. Ah. Takes me back to the days of yore. Where I lived in my house, alone. No parents to guide me. I sat there reading all the mysteries of the Earth. Aliens, ghosts, occult, witchcraft, monsters and superhumans. They thought me as witch or demon.

I may be a hypocrite. But atleast I am better than what you want to do. You want to kill off one race, you sexist. I hate everyone equally. I may be part of mankind, but atleast I don't cause pain and suffering. I am one of the few that actually treats people kindly. If I ever do get a chance to fix mankind, I'll give them a chance to redeem themselves."

Elspeth peeked out from behind Emro. She peered at the scary girl " El-Elspeth and she quickly hid back behind Emro.

Emro smiled and activated his Geass. Let's find more wood for the fire

" So, you live beyond time. You must've been one of the first few people to enter this mansion. 1800's huh. Must have alot of information inside of that head of yours. Hm, your hatred of men seems to have surfaced once you met a man. Was his name Mr. Sherman. Nice and rich, good choice. So...you hate men because your were easly wooed by this hunky man. Adorable love story there. " His last words were supposed to be like bullets for the girl. Emro believed that words were deadly than any weapon.

[Haruka Yasu]

The violet eyed girl didn't even pretend to be listening to him, she didn't care what he had to say. She stared at him, but with an apparent bored look on her face. She wasn't interested in his background, nor what the others had called him. She knew that she was sexist, she had a right to be. They made her like this. It was their fault. They cannot redeem themselves, they had that chance before, when she returned from the happening, unbelieving, but still: it continued. Life goes on, not caring; life is the same, repeating, not caring. Dead.

"What a beautiful name," Haruka commented quietly, "for such a beautiful girl." The words slipped through her petal lips like silk, hoping to send comfort to the angel. Her lilac eyes lazily traced Elspeth's figure, her vision slightly hazed by the growing smoke, as she grew more attracted to the angel due to her adorable shyness. She wished longingly for the demon to leave, so that she could touch the fair pale skin, run her fingers through that snow white hair and look deeply into those never ending glorious golden eyes. Feeling warm not only from the fire now, Haruka's plush lips parted slightly in anticipation...

...and then dropped all the way. At that name, the fuzzy feelings went away, her blood ran cold. All thoughts evaded her mind, her heart stopped beating and her eyes went so hollow they look absolutely dead. She just sat there for a moment, neck partly limp as if she had just shut down---so cold...---with no thoughts going through her head at all until he finished. Still, she lay limp there, the fire just crackling, for a second or too, staring at the floor; the silence before the storm. Then, from the dark black disturbing tranquility of her mind, came a single word:

No.

Just there at first, alone in the abyss of her thoughtlessness, and then growing faster, first as quick as a heart beat, then becoming as rapid as a firing gun. As if she were starting up again, fire seemed to burst into her veins and a red veal went over her vision. Her limp head jerked up with an alarming quickness, and her upper lip pulled back in a sneer, letting out a low growl. The word repeated again and again her mind, crying out and screaming, as for the moment she just glared with hatred, her anger working up even more. The hairs on her neck seemed to prickle up like a hissing cat's and her back hunched over duly so. Images flashed through her mind, now, of those times, those ugly decieving times, when that monster had been a part of her life. She was not wooed, she was never wooed! She had been a child, all alone, and no one had ever reached out to her a gentle hand before. It was a dream too good to resist, and obviously too good to exist....

The memories flashed through her mind, and she remembered the pain. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, pressing her hands to either side of her temple and letting out a scream of agony and anger. Like a ticking bomb, the word erupted through her and she shouted it out, "NO!" followed quickly by the phrase,

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, EMRO DEUCALION, YOU FUCKIN SON OF A BITCH!" And then, no longer caring for the beautiful angel that she wished was hers, she leapt from the flames and unshealthed her knife that was at her thigh, tackling and pinning down Emro and slashing furiously at his face and neck.

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro watched as the girl went silent. This was bad. This was like a volcanoe waiting to blow. Maybe C.C was right about using this ability sparingly. Or quote from Spiderman:"With great power comes great responsibility. Emro did not have that. He would pick out their memories and use it to tell them the root of their problems.

Elspeth stepped away from Emro, fearing that something was going to happen. Emro was in danger. The tension was high. This girl was scary. She was...unstable, or so it seemed. The way she would look at them. Elspeth backed away and scurried to the end of the aisle. "E-Emro, W-w-we should go....."

Then Emro was thrusted onto the ground. He fell ontop of his back. It went to far. He should have stopped. This girl was mentally unstable and he broke her. The anger was rising. The knife. The knife was out and had his name written on it. Everything seemed to have went into slow motion, then broke out into a fury of swipes at his face. He felt the blade run across his face. Emro's hands went to try and shield his eyes and neck. There was a lack of people, the only fears he could manipulate were that of Haruka and Elspeth, he wasn't even sure he wanted to manipulate his own fear. Emro didn't want to see his fear, he wanted it to remain hidden. Hidden away from everyone.

Elspeth screamed a blood curdling scream. She was useless. Nothing she could do could stop this girl. Emro told her not to use his fear. Or even find out what it was for that matter. But she had to. Emro would have to forgive her for doing so.

Blood was everywhere. His wounds would heal and then get reopen. Was this what hell was like. Until the girl reached a lethal blow, it would keep going. Or would it?

Elspeth couldn't just stand and watch as her master was being cut up. " No. No. No. No. Stop, please stop." She said quietly and it grew louder. " Stop. Stop it. STOP!" She yelled out the last stop. The lights flickered off and the burning parchment went out. This was going to be Elspeth's own horror movie, and she was going to use Emro's fear.

She saw his past. How his parents mistreated him. They despised him. They thought he was a demon. His eyes, oh how his parents dispised his eyes. Elspeth saw how his parents locked him outside of a snowy day. Why? Because of the books he was reading. Emro was reading on spirits and ghosts, and how to communicate with them. He just wanted to talk to grandma and grandpa. During this event, Emro was only 8 years old. Short brown hair, large sparkling white and red eyes, and always a smiling face. But that face would soon change after this event. Change to a bored/depressed look on his face.

Emro pounded and pounded on the door, pleading to come in. Shouting and screaming that it was getting cold out. The snow coated the ground and his hair.

Elspeth stopped reading the tragic moment. The fear was overwealming her. The fear that Emro felt that day, and cold sensation washed over her. A ball of cold energy manifested in her hand. Emro stared at her, he felt her reading one of his memories. One of his worst ones. If he wasn't so occupied trying to protect himself, he would talk to her about what she had done.

Elspeth felt the darkness and hate washing over her. " LEAVE. MY. MASTER. ALONE!!!" Elspeth molded the ball of ice cold energy that she recieved from Emro's tragic memory and fear of his parents into icicles that launched themselves at Haruka. The darkness from the mansion's curse started seeping into her mind. If Emro's fear is of his parents, and they impacted his life so negatively. What other tragic memories does he have. What power could I gain from him?

[Haruka Yasu]

IT WAS THEIR FAULT! IT WAS HIS FAULT! His fault, his fault, his fault... she would kill him like she did the others, the others in the massacre of all the males in her school all those ages ago. The remembrance of the murder of Mr. Sherman ran through her mind, how he had begged for mercy, how he had screamed. But had he heeded her pleads and cries when she was the one being punished? No. Never. And now---even now!---they thought it was her fault, they thought that she was the bad one, when they were doing the same thing to her, only seconds before! Injustice. Inconsiderate...!

It made her hate them even more.

She would never stop, she would go until he was dead. She didn't care if the curse kept healing him, she would go until they were up to their ankles in blood. Her hatred was endless, her sneer as hard as rock, her eyes as hollow as an empty well,

her heart as cold as this room.

Why was the room cold? She pay no attention to it, she kept on at her revenge; it felt good, but not good enough. She would never be satisfied.

And then a blast of ice went through her, making her so cold for a moment that she thought that she was finally dead. Her eyes wide open in shock, for a moment her lips turned blue and her skin much too pale, her body as stiff as a board. She pushed off of Emro and into the book ashes, the soot covering her clothes and skin, getting in her hair. She had fallen on her back, and for a moment she just lay there, her eyes wide open in shut, thinking that she was dead; she was so cold. Freezing. It hurt, and yet didn't. She simply did not feel, and that was even more shocking then nearly any amount of pain.

But then she sat up, not dead, and stared angrily at the girl, almost pouting. "It's his fault!" she protested, punching the soot around her. The smell reminded her of the mill, and the bitterness of those times. "How can you call that thing your master?!" Haruka shouted in rage, punching the floor again. "It's his fault I tell you! He started it! I hate them!" she screamed, and then turned her stagnant but fiery gaze to Emro. "I HATE YOU!" she shreiked, her voice loud and painful. Gripping her knife, she leapt at him again.

She would not give up, she would never give up. A thousand deaths are not enough.

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro watched the icicles travel through her body. It would be the first time he'd ever see someone die in the mansion. Emro found that this would be a good time for him to get up and try and find a way to calm her down. Haruka was so mentally unstable, this built up anger and rage, no way to let it out of her system. What if...what if he just allows her to cut him up? He couldn't die...could he?

Elspeth quickly ran over to Emro. His face was so bloody, but there was no wounds. The blood had trickled down and sprinkled his neck and shirt. The young girl pleaded mentally for forgiveness. For seeing his fear. For seeing why he never spoke of his parents. Emro said nothing, and just smiled at Elspeth.

Elspeth turned her head to Haruka, who was obviously not dead. " Easily. He's kind, caring, understand, cute, smart and fun to be around. You can deny it all you want Haruka, but there are good men out there. You aren't going to kill my master. "

Emro smiled. " Hate me all you want Haruka, blame me all you want, but atleast take some responsibility. You were young Haruka, you were easily overcomed. But it has been over two hundred years. Get over it. Two hundred years has been enough time to wallow in mope in self pity. So much hate and anger is built up inside you. You probably have already killed the man and every boy in your school. So any innocent lives, because of one. Single. Man."

Emro laughed " Atleast my hate for the human race has a reason. Reasons for it, start from its begining."

The shriek, the sudden shriek made both their heads turn to Haruka. The rage was still burning like a wildfire. Emro pushed Elspeth away. His eyes started the knife. Covered in blood and gleaming in the moonlight, he saw his reflection. I've been taught to never fight a girl, but this girl wants to kill me, she wants me to die so badly. I must fight her off. Defend myself, but without the use of my powers, only until i need to stop her. Do I allow the fear of my parents take me over, or embrace it, and become fear. Become fear like Elspeth has. Allow it to take me over. Just stare at my reflection, and use my own fear, or...I could keep toying with Haruka.

Emro watched her leap at him and took this moment to let her get close to him. He spun on his back leg while lifting up his front leg at the same time, lean back until his body was at a low angle, and deliver at sideways kick at her gut.

[Haruka Yasu]

The breath was forced out of her lungs completely and she stumbled backwards and hit the wall, bouncing off it for a moment before leaning back, coughing and gasping for air. She clutched her stomach for a moment, taking deep breaths and still shaking all over from the chill. She stared at the floor has she caught her breathe, and then slowly she raised her eyes to meet his again. She begin to laugh. "You can't stop me that easily," she giggled, showing her pearly whites and shaking her head sweetly as if talking to a silly child.

Her father had gone mad, and she often wondered if madness ran in the family. Before the incident, students had avoided her with the petty belief that craziness was contagious. Not that she cared, she had too much on her mind. She gripped the knife tighter, letting out a long content sigh as she ended her laugh, and then bracing herself against the wall, her lip pulled up in a sneer once more. "The blood on your face suits you nicely," she teased, flashing a quick smile before continuing to scowl. Then she launched herself from the wall while pulling back her fist, punching with surprising force at his left eye.

The brute strength behind her swing would make her knuckles bruise, but that was alright. Bruises, cuts, gashes: she could take that. It was the softness in touches, a stolen kiss, a sly stroke, that made her tremble and want to cry. She could be kicked in the gut all day long by a man, but when he grew 'hungry' she could not take it.

Physical wounds heal quickly in this mansion, but memories never go away.

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro was not a fighter what so ever. He didn't even know how to fight. One would call it "street fighting." Where you use whatever to defend whatever, and hit with whatever. Emro waited for her to get up, watching her ever movement. His eyes locked on the blood knife. How could he stop her...how.

To tame a wild beast. They call it. Some say beauty sooths the beast. Elspeth? No. He could not bring her into this. It is what Haruka wants, and in life, you don't always get what you want. Opposites. Weaknesses. Opposite of wrath is humility. One of the seven sins, and that is what Haruka was, wrath. Now, fighting with humility. This would prove the upmost interesting.

She threw a quick punch to his eye. What a really low blow. Trying to blind your opponent. Emro quickly shot up his hand to vice grip her wrist, and pulls her in close to him, blocking the hit.

This comment was far too easy. She was now in close to him. Smiling very slyly" Flirting with me? Wow, you sure do come on fast. Well, I say those blood stains on you, really bring out your eyes"

" You know, I can make all this end right here and now. For a minimal price, I will make all the pain and suffering go away. All your hate and anger will disappear. The memories that brought on this wrath, will poof and go away. But some people like them. Maybe you like hating men." Emro still had control over the wrist, and wasn't prepared to set her free. He still had to worry about that knife. There wasn't much he could do, except use one hand, or bring his leg up.

[Haruka Yasu]

A shiver ran from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head at Emro's touch. It was warm against her still chilled skin, and it burned her like a brander. To Haruka, this touch made her feel like she had just plunged down a steep hill of a roller coaster, her stomach flipping in an unnatural way at the fear that twisted it. "Let go...!" she hissed, her face adopting a look of disgust as she tried to hide her shaking frightened voice in an angry scowl. It was impossible to conceal completely, though, she licked her lips nervously and looked around, no longer wishing to meet his mismatched eyes. She struggled against the grip and a shameful whimpering sound escaped her throat, her heart pounding like a jack hammer beneath it.

"Unless you can change how men are, I will always hate them!" she shouted furiously, her voice breaking at the end. "Now let me... let me go!" she yelled, the last bit an octave higher. Her heart was beating so quickly it was almost sickly. She continued to look around again, and then in a fit of panic she promptly kneed him in the groin, followed by a spitting him in his red eye, trying to twist her wrist out of his grasp. Did he loose that nasty grip, or would her heart truly burst?

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro could feel her fear. It brought a twisted grin on his face. The fear in her was rising. He could feel the darkness from either the house of the power Elspeth gave him start to take him over. He wanted to keep playing with her fear. He didn't have to warp her fear, he just had to become her fear. That wasn't hard to do, Emro was her fear.
" People never change easily, Haruka. It is like leading a horse to water. You can lead it there, but you can't force it to drink. Same reason why I hate the human race. They don't understand people who are different. The ones who believe in different ideas, different color, looks, ways of life. "

Emro tilted his head and his voice became soothing " You won't have to hate them, because your memories of why you hate them would be gone. You wouldn't have a reason anymore. If you let me, I'll pluck the memories out of you. "

Emro quickly blocked the knee, causing pain to throb on his shin. It was a powerful knee, one could imagine how bad it would hurt if he didn't block. Emro cringed at the thought.

The spit puddled on his eye. With his free hand, he wiped it out. This was far too much fun. " Blowing kisses at me? " Emro chuckled and pulled her close to him, still holding onto her wrist. If the pulling worked, he would plant a kiss on her lips.

If she wanted to play rough. Emro would play dirty. Toying with her fear of men. Hatred would me interperated as fear to some. So, he would be nice to her, and by trying to kiss her. It would be stepping it up a level. The only reason would be to see how she would react.

[Haruka Yasu]

She'd expected him to be withering in pain. She'd expected him to be down for the count. She had not expected for him to pull her closer.

Their lips met.

A wave of emotions over took her, memories flooded her mind, crashing down her last wall of stability, tearing down her last amount of protection against all those painful agonizing thoughts. Shut up, bitch, you think that life is that easy? Did you really think that I liked paying you just for extra company? No! No one has ever wanted you for who you are, no one will ever want you for what you say; you're pathetic to think otherwise. Mostly, though, he had just yelled Shut up! after a while, whenever she had cried out. She learned to be quiet, too. The words that he said hurt her deeper then any slaps could. They were ingraved on her heart, incrypted in her mind. You are nothing... nothing... nothing... An endless echo in her very soul.

She tore her lips away, gasping. "Stop it! Stop, you... you ugly, ugly, boy! I hate you! I hate you!" she screamed, shaking her head like a wild horse. Her chest heaved and she let out a shameful crying sound, her eyes blurring instantly. It was too much, she felt dizzy. Panic, sorrow, and fury clouded her thought stream. She was shaking all over. She stumbled backwards slightly and then slashed at his ear across from her. "I'll tear you limb from dirty limb, I'll drown you and burn you to ashes, I'll kill you... I'm going to kill you...!" she shrieked, shaking her head again and doing a back handed slash for his nose. How dare he! She felt even more angry then before, and yet even weaker, how could he do that? How could he?!