“You will let go pretty pretty b!tch....you cannot touch me.”
“I don't want.....I can't......I am....”
“Do it, I want you to.” Kiyoshi said as she saw the young man in front of her struggling with himself. ‘What the hell Kiyoshi?! Are you a bloody masochist now or something?’ Kyon started to yell inside of her mind. ‘He already broke your damn finger! I mean really, think logically here for a second!’
Kiyoshi grinned at that, only to have her expression turn into that of a frown not even a full second later. ‘No Kyon… I just don’t know what else to do right now… I have no idea what a simple teenager like myself, can do, to help him, and stop him from this madness. I just… I guess everyone goes a little insane sometimes…heh…’
Kyon scoffed from within her mind then. ‘Do not make me come out there Kiyoshi. Listen to yourself! You are sounding just as insane as he…wait a second…’
She listened intently to what Kyon was telling her, as she braced herself for the worst of possibilities that could arise in the situation. ‘Well?’ She asked in return, not exactly yelling it in her mind, but enough so Kyon knew that she was frantic.
Dying was definitely not in her plans for the here and now; that was something the future held for her, as it did all living beings, but not now. She was only seventeen…
‘He could not control you…’ Kyon’s though drifted—echoed really, within Kiyoshi’s mind. ‘W-What? Kyon I…’ ‘Kiyoshi, watch your back!’ He yelled back, cutting her off, not meaning for the phrase to be literal.
Kiyoshi braced herself after realizing that the young man in front of her had taken out his blood whips again, striking across with it again. ‘Kyon!’ As soon as Kiyoshi yelled this thought in her mind, something unexpected happened. ‘Good girl…’ Kyon thought back, as he then closed his eyes from within her mind, focusing his own energy through Kiyoshi, and out.
He was finally able to do so, because she had finally relied on him for something—something that she most likely would have never done, trusting him therefore for the most part, bringing forth something that he had been wanting to try for quite some time now.
A bright, gold tinted light started to rise and glow from around Kiyoshi, as if her aura were making itself visible, turning to that of a multi-colored light, rising lightly, and not far off from the surface of that of her skin. Kiyoshi opened her eyes then, and the color of them, matched that of the impending “aura” now surrounding her.
“Mirrored Reflection…” She whispered, not knowing that she had even said the words at first—it was as if Kiyoshi was in a trance and had lost all thoughts and signs of herself. The word echoed eerily as it was spoken out loud, and slipped from in between her lips—curving to each syllable of the word. ‘Kiyoshi, you can control this…’ Kyon chimed in, and all she did was nod. She was now fighting to control something she did not even know how to control. ‘It is all right Kiyo-Chan. Just get a feel for it, and I will control it for you.’
Since the words were already spoken, all Kyon had to do was push the ability forward further with some of his reserved energy. As he did so, the multi-colored light for a flash of a second consumed Kiyoshi’s whole body, before receding, and causing a somewhat translucent mirrored shape to appear before the attack.
Because, the blood whip did not hit Kiyoshi, when the attack reverberated back from the somewhat translucent mirror and back at the person who had caused the attack—being reflected off of the newly formed “aura”, when it shot back to strike the opposing party, it did not hit him in return.
As soon as this occurrence was over, Kiyoshi’s eyes went from that of multi-colored, back to grey, and then they blanked out, giving Kyon the incentive to take over for a split second; just long enough for her to regain sight of what happened in the situation. This caused Kiyoshi to turn into that of Kyon’s form, as a Male, and then back again without hesitation; her eyes being the cloudy grey color they had been before.
“W-What was that? What the hell happened?” She asked as she looked up at the young man in front of her, although she was asking Kyon the question. She got a glimpse of the scenery passed the teenaged Male’s shoulder, before averting her eyes back to his. Before she did so though, she noticed what looked to be a shadowed figure in the distance—another human being, and it looked as if it were holding another as well.
When Kiyoshi made notice of this, her intuition and eyes flickered with familiarity, and her senses spiked once more. She knew the person, plain and simple, but although that too was now a priority on her list, she had to finish up with the young man in front of her. Although her life still may have been in danger, she was still concerned about him, and would stop at nothing to try to help him.
He was her number one priority at that moment in time, and she was stubborn enough to stick by him until he was back to the way that he was before, or how he had seemed before—when she had first spoken to him. “I am so sorry, I have no idea how that happened. I do not even know what that was!” She paused then, looking him in the eyes.
“Are you all right? You did not get hurt did you? Oh no! If you did, I did not mean for it to happen! Are you okay?”
Kiyoshi reached out with her uninjured hand, before getting a glimpse of it, causing her to retract it. She took her broken finger in her free hand, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth in the process, as she bent her finger back into place, hearing another bone crunching sound. It was truly sickening, but at least it was set now. She just had to put it in a splint until it was fully healed.
Thinking of which, she grabbed some tape from her backpack and tore a few large pieces of tape off, wishing that she had a finger splint to go along with it. But as she wrapped the tape around her broken and its neighboring finger, and put the pack of it back inside of her backpack, she then looked up at the young man in front of her, meeting his eyes with her as she hoped that he would not try anything more. If he did, she would be ready for it this time, without fail, but she still tried thinking positively.
“A-Are you all right?”
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