"I am...Butterfly's Bane!"
The creature's tattered cloak flapped wildly as it cackled.
Tetsuko drew in a quiet breath, her face growing colder and ever emotionless as she stared dead ahead at this peculiar figure. Her eyes did not blink, not once, so dark they were, and so deep the darkness was.
She was popular, true, but really. Sometimes the coldest of all people were the popular ones. Tetsuko was one of them.
All the hatred, despair, anger, helplessness, violence and pain of her life, hidden deep under that seemingly happy face, that sometimes cold composure, her soul pierced and wounded with the deep pain of revenge.
"Well then... Butterfly Bane... show me what you can do..."
Her voice was unnatural, hollow. Yasuaji stared aghast a little way behind her. What demon had he released, from the Gate's darkness?
But somehow in some tiny fragment of his shattered soul he felt...felt that she was not dangerous...just helpless, and maybe, just maybe frightened...
A sudden light jolted him out of his reverie as Tetsuko went flying across the room- Butterfly Bane had struck. Blood, over the walls and carpet as he strode forward....bringing evil straight into the tiny shack as Tetsuko struggled to stand, even breathe...
"Quit it! Just who are you?" Yasuaji found himself saying, unconsciously stepping back. He could see the blood dripping from Tetsuko and his stomach turned queasily. She barely moved, her only sign of life a shaking hand.
"You'll regret that question, young prince."
Yasuaji choked. How'd he know he was the Prince? He'd been disguised all along. Turning to face the man, the hood quivered slightly, shaking, falling with agonising slowness.
Curls of aburn, blue eyes, a fanged smile, the folds of the black silk hood dropping around the young man's mischevious face.
~To be continued!~
