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Chen Yakumo and MTG (Season 1)
Cabble:
(It'd definitely count as wooing. I can PM you with details on what I look like.)
"You... don't understand..." Chen whispered, tears flowing through her eyes, "This is harder than it looks... to carry the burden of being a youkai... you don't know what it's like! People lie! People lie to me! They say they don't care, they say they know what it's like, but they're all lying!"
Gappy:
--- Quote from: Shikieiki Ya- Yama- CHEN on October 07, 2009, 10:46:02 PM ---(It'd definitely count as wooing. I can PM you with details on what I look like.)
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(OOC: Hmmm, my inbox was full yesterday. If you didn't manage to PM me yesterday, feel free to try again today. I should have time to do some pics over the weekend. That said, I'm off to class!)
Gappy:
From the dark tepid oceans
To the cold, forbidding mountains
East to west, north to south
Never written, only hushed word of mouth
Her tale passes from lip to lip
Young and old, grandma or kid
Her name a curse forboding
Yet her final gift forever a blessing
The bearer of the apocalypse
The charger of the youkai blitz
The forsaken princess of darkness
The Queen, the almighty Mistress
They say she crushed the host
A million strong youkai, at Gallahad
They say she took her birthright
A throne of fire, the Vilyaniad
Forsaken, condemned
Still she stood, her bravery aflame
Against the wind and fire she stands
The world she protected would know no harm
Safe, here in her protective arms
But more they spoke
of a tale frequently told
A tale of a Love, Romance
One that gave the world its second chance
-Excerpt from the Great Epic of The Vilyaniad's End-
Here he was, yesterday's class wimp, facing the fiersome being that was both the bane of all that humanity stood for, and yet also its last flicker of hope. She, the most powerful of youkai weapons in existence....was here, crying before him, her small, hunched shoulders shaking under the weight of her infinitely inhumane burden. She seemed so frail and delicate that the lightest touch of the dark world's unsympathetic wind might crush her little frame in an instant.
His heart gave in at that very moment. He knew he had done the right thing. It could be no other way. The shaking, crying girl before him was everything now. The dark world around them seemed to blur in his eyes, before fading out to white, outshone by the inifinite radiance that was Chen.
The light flooded him, welling up like a bottomless fountain. He felt a fierce new courage overtake his soul, one born from the very depths of his heart. He was a coward. WAS. Back when he had nothing but his pitiful self, something barely worth living for, let alone fight for. Back then he feared for nothing but his wimpy self. But now...with Chen in his heart...there was no more room for cowardice. He would live for something new, a reason beyond himself, a concept so alien and yet so right to him.
He would live for Chen.
Chen suddenly found herself pulled tightly, yet gently, against something soft. Sure, it was a patch of rough fabric that her head now rested against, one rough and weathered, tempered by weeks wandering through the wastelands. But....she felt it was the softest thing she had ever touched. It was MTG's jersey. She felt a pair of warm, gentle hands envelope her softly, clutching her protectively against his chest.
"...You never cried...even back at the concentration camp...." She heard him say. "....you can cry now...all you want...here is where you can cry as much as you like, whenever you like. And I'll always be there for you when the sadness is unbearable, when it feels like your sorrows are crushing your heart...cry it out, cry it all out, and I'll always be here for you to cry against." He murmured, in a soothing voice.
"I know they lie. They all do. But I know the truth. Because I know you." He smiled a small smile down at her, while still holding her gently in his warm embrace. "I've always known you. To me you're still the Chen I knew from school. The one true thing to me in this world. That's all the truth I need. I won't lie to you. Ever. Because I cannot besmirch my one and only truth with lies. I love you, Chen. Would you accept that one truth?"
Cabble:
Chen looks up at MTG, still crying. His face is smudged and dirty, his shirt a crumpled mess that looked like it was once white.
"You still don't understand. I have an ability that no one wants to have around them..." Chen says, almost more directed towards herself, "an ability I can't control..."
Gappy:
(My Beloved Youkai-chan~)
( Perfect theme for this story )
Merciless terra incognita I tread
Freezing cold ice under my feet
Strange red stars overhead
Raging in my face an unforgiving heat
I stand now, facing storms of fire
Roaring brimstone, raging with ire
The earth trembles under the tempest
The seas boil with fury greatest
Each step a painful test
Each moment a broiling eternity
Each own?s very existence oppressed
Towards certain inferno I journey
Yet firm I stand, ere I fell
I fear not death nor hell
Neither sin nor purgatory?s firebrand
For an angel holds my hand
Like a seraphim of truest radiance
Wings blazing with passionate kindness
This love rises on irridiscent waves of gold
My heart, a deluge of light fold on fold!
Never, never, never in my life I knew
Such love, ?till the instant my life found you
Like a bolt out of the blue
You came, an impossible dream come true
A lone path you chose
The deepest darkness you oppose
Destiny forsaken, fate forgotten
For strangers you walk this path so barren
Fear in your eyes, anguish in your heart
Yet you stood strong, defiant
Overwhelming shadows you seek to thwart
For glory or pride you were but silent
I now tread your path
I now face its wrath
I now share your burden
My fate and yours now interwoven
To the very end my soul will be fighting
To the bitter end I shall not tremble
I will regret nothing
For I had loved an angel
-A poem found inscribed into Mt. Everest at the end of the war-
"Chen..." MTG gently caressed Chen's rather weathered, yet still silky black hair. "Your abilities are your own to control, Chen. I witnessed it myself. You saved me back at the concentration camp...and I'm still alive now. See? I'm holding you...and I'm perfectly fine. I?m living proof that you can do anything, everything you set your heart to." He gave her a brief squeeze to make the point.
The stood in the cold, dark silence for a moment, safe in the comfort of each other?s warmth. The rugged winds besieged their little fortress of warmth, but failed to assail the high walls of tenderness. "If the world doesn't want you....then I don't want such a world. I don't need a world without you, Chen." MTG suddenly said, his voice a solid block of deadly resolve. "Such a world can perish. I will destroy it with my own hands if I have to, to create it anew....to create a world just for you." He gazed down steadily at Chen, his eyes set with determination.
Another sound suddenly melded itself into the cruel howl of the cold winds. It was a low rumble, one that seemed to rise in pitch accompanying a cloud of dust rising in the horizon. MTG squinted his eyes and saw a fleet of vehicles, cars, busses, trucks, caravans of every shape and make imaginable, all in various states of wasteland wear. As they came closer, it became apparent that some bore vicious claw marks, huge gaping gashes, and other signs of youkai abuse.
?A refugee train?.? MTG murmured as the fleet of vehicles rumbled past. Many eyes peered out fearfully at them. Some made their disdain and anger apparent. The train had realized too late that there was a youkai behind the young man?.but they had no choice but to go on as they were.
?BURN IN HELL YOUKAI! BUT TAKE THAT DIRTY YOUKAI-LOVER WITH YOU!? A voice shouted out at them from one of the caravans, before it was quickly muffled by someone with a little more brain and little less foolish bravado.
??.don?t mind them?.? MTG muttered darkly as a deep, anxious silence fell on the refugee train. All of them waited for the retaliation, the burning claws, the death and destruction?.but, to their surprise?.none was forthcoming?.
But no more dared test their luck. They knew better than to provoke youkai.
Because they knew there were other people actually paid to do that. And here they came.
?Oh no?.? MTG muttered, taking hold of Chen and pulling her onto her feet. ?It?s the youkai hunters! Run, Chen, run!? He shouted, holding onto Chen protectively as he urged her into a run. A horde of bikers kicked up dust in their wake as they revved up their bikes towards them, whooping, jeering, raising a torrent of spiteful catcalls and obscenities in the air.
The two skirted the edge of the cliff, running for the cover of a low ledge just a little ways away. Rocks and pebbles skittled off the cliff by their feet, clattering noisily down into the dark ruins below, as if pointing out where one wrong step could lead them.
But before they could get far, something fast and sharp whistled softly through the air before catching MTG in the shoulder he was holding protectively over Chen. The young man spun backwards from the impact, before disappearing over the edge of the cliff. Chen fell into the dust. She only barely managed to peek over the edge of the cliff, but saw no signs of a pair of hands clinging for dear life, heard no calls for help.
MTG was gone.
The reality of the fact had no time to sink in, as Chen was quickly beset by the other hunters. Two crossbows met their mark in her chest and arm, sending a wave of hot, excruciating pain to shoot through her entire being.
?Hey hey hey?.if it isn?t ol?Chen?.? The frontmost hunter chuckled with malicious glee as he came up on his mark. ?Remember me, bitch? Dare reject me now, huh?!? He kicked Chen violently in the stomach, causing her to roll limply towards the cliff edge, before ending up in a coughing and wheezing tangle of limbs. Chen curled up into a small ball from the pain, quivering, shaking, as the boy loomed over her, a perverse insane smile on his twisted visage. ?Hey, everyone, guess who?! it?s our old classmate! The bitch who whored herself out to the youkai!? He turned around to announce to his mates, to a roar of raucous laughter.
?They?ve got a new cell for you. A new collar too. Consider yourself lu-?.? He never got to finish his sentence. As he turned back to face Chen, his cruel chuckle was cut off by a flying metal pipe. His jaw was deformed for a brief moment, like a wound up tennis ball. A few teeth were dislodged rather unceremoniously in the process, only to shoot into the insides of his chubby cheeks. Then the pent up kinetic force discharged itself and the rest of his body caught up with his slackened jaws, causing him to pirouette and crash violently into the cold dust a little distance away.
Chen gazed blearily up at the dark figure of MTG, his face half-obscured by the puffs of steam rising from his heaving breath. In his good arm was a long metal pipe, now sporting a dent that looked alarmingly like the outline of a rather cracked jaw. In his other arm was a cruel-looking crossbow bolt, embedded deep in the flesh.
?I?m n- not?.going to p-pretend?.? He gasped between painful breaths. ?I?m?n-not a b-brave man?.I?never was?but o-one t-thing I know? I d-do love you Chen?.? He raised his metal pipe up to face two more of his old classmates now advancing on him. ?GO!? He shouted, swinging the metal pipe at the closest of the two. Much to his surprise, his target caught the pipe mid-swing in his bare hands.
?If it isn?t the sissy boy MTG!? The ruffian guffawed as he slammed the pipe back into MTG?s face, causing him to reel back, his vision spinning as blood slowly seeped out from under his hairline. ?Feeling brave, wimp?! Knew you had no chance with an actual girl, so you went for some animal eh? Figures!? MTG was treated to a knuckle sandwich in the jaw, before a knee to the guts caused him to double over in sharp agony. ?Should?ve stuck to the laundry back at the camp, eh?! Like the sissy you are! Rather than chase cattle like the freak you are!? He suddenly found his metal pipe pulled out of his hand roughly, before he felt it sharp against the small of his back, sending him crashing into the dirt.
Chen?s attention was taken away from MTG as another cold, agonizingly sharp crossbow bolt buried itself cruelly in her shoulder. She fell back into the dust, the bolt pinning her into the cold earth. There she lay helpless as another hunter sauntered up to her, casually reloading his automatic crossbow. ?Don?t worry about lover boy there. We?ll give?im a nice, good old fashioned burial?.after we parade his tattered body around the camp as an example! Hah!? He laughed, before aiming his crossbow at the spot between Chen?s eyes. ?Don?t worry, when you wake up, you?ll be back home in the camp, safe and?? He was interrupted by a rather rude pointy metal pipe tip in the chest. MTG brought him to the ground, pinning him cruelly into the earth. He was dead before he reached the ground.
Chen looked around and saw the other two hunters who had attacked MTG was now kissing the dirt, their bodies motionless. Were they dead?
??.? MTG rammed his metal pipe into the ground to keep himself steady as he surveyed the remaining hunters atop their bikes. Blood streamed down his temples, across his cheeks, before dripping in rivulets off his chin. His glasses were long gone. In their place was a screen of blood clouding his vision. ?Don?t?k-know if I?c-can get u-us?.out of t-this?? He wheezed through the blood. ??.but I know?I?ll get you out?? He flashed a confident grin back at Chen. ??y-you d-don?t have t-to draw blood?.kill?.or sin?.I?ll d-do that?.I-I?ll w-walk t-that path to hell?.s-so you don?t have to?.?
?YOU BASTARD!? Another hunter revved up his bike and bore down on the two. MTG raised his pipe again?but this time to no avail. The biker whipped out a chain through the air, which wrapped itself around MTG?s neck just as the biker passed by. He felt a sharp tug, before he pulled sharply into the ground. His body slammed roughly into the rough dirt, before the chains pulled taut once more and dragged him across the cold, rugged dust. His body flailed out in helpless defiance as the ground tore at his flesh. And yet he couldn?t cry out, for the chains were wrapped tight around his throat.
(Just so you know, you have the option to go all SUPER SAIYA on them?.if you so wish~)