𝕂𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕖-𝕆𝕟𝕟𝕒: 𝕛𝕙𝕤𝕜

十四

『ᴀ ᴄᴜʀī̸̧̝̗ǒ̴̡̞̞͂̊u̴̧̨̲͂s̵̟̭̎ A̴͔̅̈́̉ń̶͇͝ꜱᴡᴇʀ: ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 14』

You gasped in pain, clutching onto your bloodied shoulder. Despite being attacked multiple times, your body didn't turn into a doll, most likely because you don't have an actual physical body. However, this doesn't mean you can't get hurt from her attacks.

Minamoto turned to you in concern as you bled out on your tattered kimono. He noticed the several large scars on your back and stomach, the skin is discolored yet smooth. They came in all different sizes and shapes, the deeper cuts being the most prominent of scars. They looked extremely old, while the newer cuts of 'Misaki's' were shallow, except for the major injury on your shoulder. He looked away from you, trying to fight off the dolls that were piling on his feet.

"Tell me, what brings you here, helping No. 7 no less," The woman held onto her giant scissors as you both rushed at each other once more, "what relationship do you have with these kids."

You slid your fan against her blade and struck her in the side with your scissors. "I told you, they're my friends!" You headbutted her and you both recoiled.

"I never took you as the type to make decisions!" You dodged another one of her slashes, "you were always following orders from people weren't you?!"

"What changed, (L/n)?! " You grunted as you felt your body weaken under all the extreme pressure. "What makes you think you have the freedom to do what you want when you're just a spirit now!?"

You screamed as she proceeded to target your bloodied shoulder, cutting into it multiple times. You narrowed your eyes and bashed her head with the bottom of your scissors, effectively stunning her for only a few seconds. She in return, hitting you against the temple, your body falling into the water as you felt yourself being pulled up by your hair.

"Protecting and saving people isn't like you," she proceeded to pull you to her face, "you're a delusional freak you know that?"

"You had a lot going for you, didn't you? I remember that you had everything in the village." The sound of punches being thrown echoed in the room, Minamoto shouting your name in fear. "Freedom? You wanted freedom after what you did? You're a sick person."

"W-What do you know about me. . ." You groaned, the pain sinking deep into your ghostly flesh. "You know nothing about me. You can call me delusional all you want but. . . "

"But. . ." You could feel yourself fading in and out of consciousness. "Unlike you. . ." You unknowingly grabbed onto the collar of her kimono to bring yourself closer until you felt her breath shake against your lips. You could feel yourself losing control as you slowly blinked one last time. She stared into your eyes which were opened once more, the black spots within them growing until the colors were engulfed by the darkness.

You lifted your head to stare at her in the eyes, "U̴̘̤̹̇͋ǹ̶̗͊͘ḻ̸̭̾͌i̴̻͑k̶͍̼̺͐ę̸̭̭͛̑͠ ̷͕̫̜̌͘y̵̘̰͊̌̚ͅȯ̶̞͌͒u̸̥̙̍̀̋.̶̳̦̃̈́ ̵̭̀.̵̖͙̱͂͆̀ ̵̩́̋.̶̯̈́̕ ̵̢̡̢͗Î̷̧̌ ̸̨̻̞̊̅à̸̜̌͒ͅc̸̙̝̓ç̶̀̈́e̷̗̒p̸̯͊͛͜t̵̥͂́͝e̸̛͉̳̗d̸̖͌ ̸̧͛̏̍ẗ̴̼̺́ḫ̴͌̊́e̸͎̳͕̍͝ ̵̣̒d̴̩̮̆̒e̴͓͚͐͝a̶̺̳͓̍͌t̷͚̂̿͠h̴̫̙̙̽ ̴̯̞̿͊ő̷̯͝f̷̘̣͋͆̾ͅ ̵͈̅͜m̵̡̥͉̿ÿ̵̥́͛͝ ̸̬̼̾͠h̸̡̛͚u̵̯̗̮͒s̸̝̽b̴̰̥̹̎͗̓a̵̤̋̋n̶͚̽̀̍d̵̺̓͒.̴͍̿"

She noticed the dark and poison-laced tone you had, it seemed as if you had changed. Your face no longer held any more resistance, your lips curved into a smirk. You were calm and relaxed in front of her despite the inevitable danger that was presented ahead of you.