Onism

Chapter 7: At What Cost.

It wasn't easy prying the frost from my frozen shut window, but I prevailed nonetheless. The frost and ice buildup on the window shattering and falling onto the snow below. I didn't know where the bount of strength came from, a rush of adrenaline making me shake and wanna throw myself into a run. My fingers felt numb under my gloves while I climbed into my room. Shoving my hood off I scrambled towards my body mirror.

I couldn't help but let out a gasp. I was still pale fleshed but where the smallest color of blush on my cheeks had been was now a light lilac.

I tugged off my gloves quickly, staring down at my knuckles. Where it would have been a faint pink for each joint was now a light lavender. Quickly shrugging off my coat and shirt I stared at my.... Abs. Cloud flames gave me abs and purple blush. The fuck. It never mentioned in clouds in the show having stuff like this! Hibari? No! Kikyo? No! Skull? No! Wait but Skull had purple lipstick and eyeshadow? Maybe that was this?

I looked down at my abdomen. Spying at the faint flush of purple going down my shoulders and back. It didn't look solid like skulls perceived makeup had. Mine was an ombre whiles skull's stayed within its colored in area.
I looked back up at the mirror spying into my eyes. I looked... Familiar, I didn't know how to put a finger on it.

Fuck even my eye lashes are purple!
'UHHHHGGGGG WHAT THE HELLS BELLS AM I SUPPOSED TO DOOOO!'

Ah shizer.

Holding up an arm to the mirror showed me a faint blush of purple on my elbow. This is so fucking weird.

The feathery pressure pressed up against me from all sides, it was if it was telling me to calm down. The pressure seemed capable of presenting emotions directly to my brain. I knew what it was doing every second. I was hyper aware of all its actions, off all the want and need to.... Claim...? The pressure shuddered against me as if the word claim resounded through out it. A small purr echoing through my head.

'Ugghhhhhhgggggg this is such a shit storm.'

I turned my back to the mirror, turning my head so I could look at my back. It was an impressive show of flexibility but that's not what I needed to review right now.

My back was completely healed, where the bear had torn it to shreds now revealed clean pale flesh.

The fuck, fuck. WHAT THE FUCK DOOO I SAY. MOOMMM DADD I'M SORRY BUT YOUR NORMAL CHILD TURNED FUCKING PURPLE AND SLAYED A BEAR.
UGGHHHHWHJENJEJBNFIE-!

An over dramatized sob came from my lips. Shut self its not over dramatic. I'm nearly shitting myself here. I don't wanna get involved in the mafia. I don't wanna hurt my family though.

I can barely think right now.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

"Vanya dear, are you okay? Your brother tells me your not feeling to well."

My mother's voice rings out from behind my dark brown door.

I needed to reply quick.
"U-Uh y-yeah mom. I think I came down with a fever. It's contiguous and I d-don't wanna get ya'll s-sick. Can I just sleep please?"

I made my voice sound weak when in reality it felt nothing like that. I even feigned a sneeze, it was actually pretty believable seeing as I was pretty good at faking sickness in my past life.

"Alright baby, if you feels it's necessary. I'll set food, drink, and meds outside your door. If you don't respond when I come to check on you I will be coming in okay?"

Galina states.

"A-alright mom. Love you, I appreciate it."

I said.

Mom hummed in response and walked away from the door.

I let out a breath I had not been aware of.

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I munched on the food Galina had given me. Taking a sip of my water to wash down the beef stroganoff.
I was settled in front of my mirror while I ate, watching my reflection eat.

It was weird. The face I'd once known was different. Rather than white against ruby red eyes my eyes were now sparkling amethysts. My eyesight had also increased, where as before I had struggled due to the effects albinism had on the eyes, my eyesight was now tenfold. My hearing was better to, I could hear my own heartbeat. The sound was disturbing, the thudding sounding resounding throughout my head.

My now purple tongue peaked out of my mouth showing off sharpened canines, my pale colorless lips now had a flush of lilac spreading from the inner lip into a small ombre. My gums were a dark violet, framing my snow white teeth like curtains. Even my nose has a small bit of lavender along the tip, it was only a little bit though. I needed to rid myself of it.

The pressure against the back of my head rumbled ominously. The cloud flames were not pleased that it's claims on my person were disliked.
'Okay listen. I know you can hear me. You're literally a part of me! Some bull crap like that. Anyhow, I get your upset but please stop pushing your instincts on me! Not only that but while the purple is really pretty I need to look like Vanya still!'

The purple flushes on my body darkened into a shade of Russian violet, before turning into a lighter shade when I complimented it.
The feeling of mine and bloodthirst
pressed against my consciousness.
' Okay listen, I'm yours! We're probably for life partners anyway. If you can hear my thoughts you can probably see my memories. The anime doesn't mention anything about flame removal-scratch that there is a thing called flame seals.

My flames felt sated and calm while I explained my thoughts before they broke off into a heavy roar within my mind at the mention of seals.
The emotion was pressed into my mind and my brain translated.
'THEY CAN NOT HAVE US!'

The feeling of fluffy feathers vanished and were replaced with thin blades. The blades felt like they were pressing against my flesh. Adrenaline rushed through my mind

'HEY CALM DOWN THAT SHIT HURTS!'

The flames in the back of my mind recoiled before the heavy pressure vanished and was replaced with soft downy feathers rubbing against my body in apology.

'Listen I don't want the mafia to have us either. Your probably a part of myself seeing as you came forth from my regrets. It doesn't go into detail from what I remember about flames being sentient but I assume tsuna's intuition had been similar. The Fandom certainly thought everyone's flames had a bit of sentience. Like a clouds need to claim, a sky's need to bond, a storms urge to be aggressive and all that jazz. Flame instincts are what you are probably.'

The flames under my flesh hummed as I spoke to them in my mind. Purring like a cat causing vibrations to roll out through the feathers and my mind. It felt weird as hell.

' Alright so like how do I control my flames?'

The flames grumbled at the word control but did not respond further.

It would seem that all it responded to were threats or agitation.

Fuck this is gonna be difficult.