Love's Not Void

Chapter 9:

 "Kitty," a panicked voice chanted. "She's still not waking up!"

"What?"

"No..."

Slowly opening her eyes, they met the bright sky. Her eyes squinted, a small groan coming from her mouth.

"What the Hell?" She sat up, and realized she was on the ground.

Rai and Konoe were at her feet, while Asato was at her right. They were all staring at her.

Looking down at her hands, she rolled up her sleeves. Sure enough, there they were; the marks.

"Those motherfuckers," she cussed, suddenly jumping to her feet.

Doing this, a stand of hair caught in between her fingers. A black strand.

She held up some of her hair, studying the tar-black locks.

This isn't hers, right? Please tell her it was Asato's tail, or his hair grew overnight.

Following the strand to her scalp, she gave a sigh.

Nope. It was hers alright. It was attached and all.

Sticking her leg out farther, she pulled her pant-leg up. Nothing was there.

She mimicked the action, only with the other lower limb. But like her right leg, it was clean.

"Rai, lift the back of my shirt."

He gave her a strange look, crossing his arms.

"Fine, Konoe, lift the back of my shirt, please."

He did as she asked with hesitation, and gasped.

"Wow..."

"What? Is there one on my back?"

...

"It's huge."

That's what she- no, stay on topic.

It was probably Razel, that proud pompous red-head.

"Is it Razel's?"

"I'm not sure."

Rai reluctantly took a peek at it. "It is."

Fixing her shirt, she let out a sigh.

"Goddamn it. Now I got the devils on my ass."

"We have the devils on our asses," Rai corrected.

Kimberly raised an eyebrow.

"Plan on sticking around, even with green-cheese breathing down my back?" She was referring to Froud, one of the three devils she saw in her dream earlier. Er, at least she thinks it was a dream.

Rai seemed to stiffen.

"Yes."

Daw...that's so like him to say, but it's still sweet.

"Fine," she gave everyone a goofy grin. "But none of you have to follow. I know you don't want to get involved with these guys again."

Konoe took a deep breath in.

"That's an understatement, but if we don't follow, then you'll be unprotected."

Tch, calling her weak? She may not be experienced, but she's good enough to take on two possibly drunk guys. If that's not a start, then she's a lost cause.

~

So, in the long run, they decided to visit that shaman from the videogame. She already knew what he was going to say.

'There's no cure, haha.'

Make her the fucking shaman. She'll actually help.

'You were born under a strange star, and you're fucked three ways to Sunday, ho-ho.'

What a freak of nature. He's lived in a dark cave for how long? Even cats occasionally take water-baths. Imagine how rank that guy must be.

How does he eat or hunt anyway? Is the universe's power enough sustenance for shamans, or some crap like that? If so, then sign her up! She'll loose so much weight in the first week.

"You don't look happy," Asato pointed out.

"I already know what that creepy dude is going to say. 'There's no cure, we can't fight the devils, my future depends on my choices;' and so on. We're wasting our time."

Rai turned to shoot her a glare.

"He's known to hold the ability of foresight."

"That doesn't mean he'll tell us anything. Right, Konoe? He told you, didn't he?"

He looked around, before looking back down at the ground.

"I'd rather not get into this..."

"You're standing here. You're into it. Hell, even Asato is into it."

Hearing a mutter from Rai, she turned to glare daggers at his back. He probably knows she's glaring.

She doesn't need any advice from a psychopath who enjoyed the warmth of blood. The only time she's ever felt that loopy is when she tried playing Flappy Bird. Her highest score was 5. You do the math.

"We're almost here."

"Joyous..." she rolled her eyes and stuffed her hands in her pants pockets.