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jhessail · 8 years ago

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The young green alien couldn’t help but gape at the loud echoing sound of someone knocking. A year had passed since she had opened the orphanage but nobody had ever entered her and little Nyuki’s home. Which was very odd considering Asakura was overdue for a test of her state of mind. However, today was the first time she heard it, the harsh tap of someone rapping their knuckles against the way in. It must have been a magical effect of the house to be able to hear it because Asakura had been very busy with changing Nyuki’s undergarments, far away from the door. Asakura swirled Nyuki in a blanket with practiced ease and set her down in her crib and left to the door. It would take Nyuki at least four minutes to get out of the tangled mess so she had time to address whoever was at the front door.

When Asakura opened the door, she blinked to see a younger man with dead looking eyes. He had dark brown hair, thick glasses, and to Asakura’s uncomfortable thoughts, a lab coat that had been through a lot. The young man took his thick glasses off, as though Asakura hadn’t answered the door and rubbed them against the grimy lab coat. The motion was obnoxious and the woman spoke up,

“Hello.” He simply replied by putting his glasses back on. The dead eyes scanned the entry to the building that Asakura blocked. “Can I help you?” The green-skinned alien asked, her teeth gritting with annoyance. This man wasn’t any official from the government for testing, at least by judging his outfit, so why was he here? He continued to stare around her, trying to discern beyond his sight. The tension growing between Asakura and the stranger, she grabbed the sword that she had always left at the front and demanded, “What do you want?”

The man stared at the sword, his expression changing minutely. The black strings that were attached to her skull felt a tremble at the short light in his eyes. For some reason, it felt something akin to insanity just to see his face change. Happily, for Asakura’s sanity, the small light disappeared from his eyes and he spoke, his voice monotone as Morse code,

“Yes, this is an…Orphanage, is it not?” While his voice was monotone there was something beneath the deepest bass that Asakura could feel was wrong. Something that was entangled in something beyond her understanding and comfort zone. Eager to adhere to her instincts and get rid of the man as soon as possible she replied,

“Yes. This is my orphanage, are you trying to adopt?” Something screamed harshly in the back of her head. No, she wouldn’t let Nyuki go with this man no matter what. Not that Nyuki could leave the orphanage anyway. Not without pars haunting her home.

“No. Not at all. I need to put a child here.” She wasn’t sure if she actually wanted another child in this orphanage after having a full year to get comfortable and used to the magical house but looking at the man, she could also feel a bubble of maternity bloom. She was willing to take any child away from this man. Something was wrong and weird about him, though she wondered lightly if that was just her own personal bias from what he was wearing. She hated lab coats because they reminded her of unpleasant things. She let that fleeting thought go, nodding to the stranger.

“Well okay then. Where are they?”

“She’s still home.” He pushed up his glasses. Every movement and syllable from the man seemed slow, as though he was trying to torture Asakura with his very existence. “I’m afraid,” the word made her stomach rumble for a reason she couldn’t understand, “that I must request you come and get her. I can no longer touch the child without…consequences.” His lips raised a tiny bit and once again Asakura felt a deep shudder run through her body. She studied him some more, trying to take in all of his details. He looked human, but was he truly? Pure humans were rare, everyone had something in them that comprised that DNA inside of them. It was likely he was made of something that Asakura’s blood considered a natural enemy. At least she hoped that was the case, versus that this was just the way the man was. Which could narrow down the possibilities certainly, but none Asakura liked. While she was eager to take the child away, she thought about it and insensitively asked,

“Is she actually your child?”

“Yes.” He wasn’t offended in the slightest and he just simply pushed his glasses against his face again. The man’s lips spread into a smile, Asakura feeling her body shaking at the sight, “Why? Are you…scared?”

“Pfffffft!” The green-skinned alien shrieked slightly as Nyuki brushed against her legs and blew her tongue out at the stranger. He smiled over to the young girl, but at fully grasping the year old, his face fell. His whole body grew stiff and straight, glaring up to Asakura to avoid looking at the baby by her legs.

“Shall we go?” He seemed to be uncomfortable around Nyuki as Asakura was to him. While knowing Nyuki was a complete enigma to her, this stranger seemed to be having the same instincts as she, that this child was one of his blood enemies. She picked the baby up, letting the girl cling to her shoulder almost painfully as she blew raspberries into her neck.

“Give me a moment.” She dived back into the home, slamming the door behind her to give herself a moment to breathe. Nyuki’s appearance had interrupted the uneasiness she had felt from the man’s smile. As unhappy she was at the thought, she should bring Nyuki with her, the annoying baby who continued to blow raspberries into her neck. Gah, was she being possessed by a jokester par today?

She put the sword back to the side of the door and then put Nyuki down to the ground, who struggled against the action, making Asakura hiss when she pulled on the strings attached to her skull. Asakura glared at the baby when she stuck her tongue out from successfully tugging out one of the strings. “You brat.” The alien hissed, taking the string back with a little effort as the baby gripped the string like she gripped a piece of licorice. The blonde giggled after letting go of the string and then grew quiet. Her big eyes stared up at Asakura, expecting something in return. With an exasperated sigh, she forced a little giggle from her throat and Nyuki laughed in reply.

Rolling her eyes, Asakura moved to one of the rooms that held a massive amount of clothes on the floor, in closets, and several laundry hampers. She grabbed something random because that’s how that room seemed to work from her experience and started to cover Nyuki with a little coat, and wrapped a scarf over herself. With an inward sigh, she picked up the baby again and flinched as she clung to her shoulder again and resume her act of blowing raspberries against her neck.

Way to be a huge mood killer Nyuki.

She opened the door and the stranger hadn’t moved, though he seemed visibly upset that Nyuki was still in the woman’s arms. “Well, let’s get going.” Asakura knew this was not how it should be handled, but hell if the government wasn’t hunting her down the instant she had left the house, then it should be fine to grab this man’s child and get back home. Granted this could be a trap, but seeing how uneasy the man was by Nyuki’s presence, it made her doubt the validity of that thought.

Something strange happened when the man moved for Asakura to follow. As soon as they left the radius of dirt that had a year ago been a big empty dirt lot with a hole in it, Asakura could feel like they had exited a bubble of some sort, which made sense in a way as they were suddenly in front of a building. Holy crap, did the house come with some kind of barrier? This is not what was in this direction a year ago.

Stupid magic!

The stranger kept walking, stilted and quickly. The green-skinned alien was curious as to what exactly Nyuki could be in order to make him so daunted by her. Asakura would just have to look up her own blood enemies and narrow it down from there later, there was no way she was going to get anything from the stranger beside his child.

The stranger wasn't fazed by the appearance of the building and kept walking in that awkward manner. Asakura followed him, Nyuki finally stopping what she thought was funny and watched as they came up to the dome shaped building. Asakura watched harshly as they stopped at a door, glaring as he brought up both his hands and his entire body turned red. The door opened like a monster yawning. She watched him go through, and she did not follow. He noticed and remarked,

"You are...fine. You have clearance in this instance."

"It's not going to do anything to Nyuki is it?" He visibly shuddered at her name. A cross expression flooded his face and he breathed uneasily. Asakura watched as his neck twisted unnaturally for a moment before the man finally replied,

"She will be fine."

"Not exactly the most reassuring of answers." Asakura shifted the baby to her other shoulder, bending her elbow to pose as a sassy lady. The stranger just sneered at her for a moment before turning away and remarking,

"I...and by extension this," he waved his hand around, "cannot..." he was hesitant about something. As though the next few words were sticking to the roof of his mouth. "Can...not..."

"Forget it, it's fine." Asakura put her hand through the door to test the stranger's truth. She didn't explode or burst into fire or turn bright red like the stranger had. Nyuki seemed to burst out laughing as they entered the building, her soft hands making a clapping motion. The man continued to move through halls in that brisk and stilted manner. Asakura's eyes darted around, curious to see if she needed to know about this place in the future or not. Living as long as she did, studying as many things as she did, Asakura knew to keep an eye on things that may interfere with her in the future. The place, by the halls alone, reminded her of a lab.

A lab for what Asakura truly could not know. She couldn't sense energy of any sort, and she got the eerie feeling that she shouldn't be trying in the first place. The stranger stopped their journey down several halls with twists and turns to come to an elevator. He went through the same process he had gone through with the door and opened the elevator, this time letting Asakura and Nyuki go in first before coming in himself. Asakura didn't see any buttons to push, but when he stepped in, the elevator started going down. They stayed quiet between the three, Asakura studying the man even more in hopes to get a clue other traits that could help her identify him later.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Six floors down and the man mysteriously forced the elevator open and once again made Asakura and Nyuki step out first before stepping out himself. She was sure it was an elevator invented just to respond to his man, and while vastly inconvenient for any other possible researchers in this lab, it gave Asakura thought that he may own this place and this was his own special floor. Asakura followed the man, his pace faster than before. They must have been getting close to the child he wanted to give away.

Asakura felt a sudden shiver pass her being, as she finally felt a massive amount of energy pulsing in the air. It felt violent, something harsh and full of rage. She soon heard the cause of the energy as the man walked through a wall and a roar of a beast came from the small opening the stranger had made. Uncomfortably she walked after him, flinching as the hole closed behind her and the roar of a monster lay ahead. The man walked up to a console of buttons and monitors, working so quickly that she couldn’t keep an eye on him even if she understood what he was doing. She blinked when part of the wall behind the console opened up and she gapped at the sight in front of her.

A baby looking the same age as Nyuki was covered by strings of light, each with a yellow tint that chained her movements. She was trying to move despite that, like a vicious dog ready to maul the stranger moving in the yard. Energy crackled around her, little bursts hitting the glass around the opening of the wall. Red marks welted her all around her neck, wrists, and ankles from the struggle against the light. She had brown hair, though there was a streak of it that was blonde, her eyes were a weirdly clear blue and underneath her eyes were the marks that showed her displeasure. Solid Black triangles. Asakura felt anger rush inside her just looking at them.

Those looked like a demon’s mark.

“Here she is.” His tone was that cold monotone and that just made her angrier. She grabbed the man by his lab coat and smashed him against an empty wall, surprising him quite a bit. Nyuki’s laugh was the only noise for a few seconds before he coughed and shuddered, part of his arm that hit the wall flopped unnaturally like it had no bones in it for a moment.

“What did you do to her!?” He looked up and down Asakura, seeing the angry grimace on her face. “Those marks look like a demon’s!”

“You recognize those marks? You’re the most observant Isoka I’ve ever met then.” He mocked, then grunting as she slammed him into the wall again. “Stop that.” He growled and Asakura felt her arms tremble unconsciously. Damn it! She needed to control those tremors, she couldn’t let her blood instincts tug her muscles into flight. The growling and roars in the background stopped abruptly and Asakura realized a weight on her shoulders was gone. She turned and screamed inwardly as Nyuki somehow got into the room with the chained child.

Leave it to a fricking baby.

Quickly she slammed the stranger against the wall again, this time letting him go and rushing towards the two babies. Nyuki, like an idiot, was approaching the child with no sense of danger. She babbled out words no adult could comprehend and the chained monster just watched her. Asakura panicked, she couldn’t see an obvious entry and tracing edges of the wall’s pattern was not getting her anywhere useful.

Nyuki continued to babble and the chained beast just continued to listen. The listening stopped shortly after though as Nyuki marched to be closer to her and the other baby lunged to bite the blonde, fangs as large as a panther making its way to her throat. Nyuki simply stepped backward, her face looking confused for a second before trying to make it to the very threatening person in front of her. The baby kept trying to snap at her, while Nyuki seemed to pull out of reach at the last possible moment each time.

“How the hell do I get in there!?” Asakura yelled, realizing she needed to relent to being helped by the stranger. Said stranger was staring dully at the opening. “HEY!” She yelled at him again, her small antenna raising with urgency. He only glanced at her before facing the spectacle of baby talking down angry baby while dodging the harsh snaps in the air. Asakura raised her hand to punch the man in the face when he mutely responded,

“She’s fine.” Asakura turned to see the black demon marks that had broadcasted itself so broadly on the baby’s face was disappearing, fading to only show again with rage. The baby stared at Nyuki with almost wonder and awe as Nyuki burst out giggling, finding whatever she said hilarious. The adults watched as Nyuki then tackled the other baby, bursting out into infectious laughter as the other baby joined her, both rolling around as much as they could from the limitations of the light chains. Wait. Was Nyuki interrupting the chains without being burned?

Just another thing to add to the mystery known as Nyuki. Granted she was only assuming that those light chains were solar in nature. That didn’t matter right now.

“What did you do to her?” Her face set itself into a frown, she needed answers before she was willing to take this baby now. She just thought she would just always be uncomfortable around it because of her blood protesting whatever race the stranger was. He sneered at her, once again making a shiver pass through Asakura’s body.

“I just put a Deity in her.”

“Bull.”

“Hm. I suppose it’s true they’re not really a Deity anymore.” He watched the giggling babies with a calculating look processing through his eyes. “That child should be dead.” She did punch him that time, his glasses flew off his face and Asakura grimaced in pain watching something black ooze from his nose. His eyes swirled around like chaos and it felt like she was staring into space until he grabbed his glasses and put them back on his face.

“What did you put in your daughter?”

“What you suspected is correct.” He grabbed a part of his lab coat and wiped his blood on it, “I put a demon in her.” He grasped his face for a moment, an unearthly noise escaped his mouth and Asakura finally put everything together of what he was. He had the blood of the Holelah inside of him, and that’s why she was uncomfortable. The blood of those that space called demons and war before they encountered Earth. The same blood ran inside that child that was giggling and playing with Nyuki to the best of her ability. He let go of his face and stood straight, his expression growing dull and monotone.

Asakura felt no fear or envy now that she pieced what he was.

Of course, he would put something in his daughter, it was the very nature of the Holelah to do things that made no sense. At least no sense until later in life, and maybe only to that race that could see the universe as a chess match played with checkers.

What the hell was Nyuki to make him flinch though?

“Why are you putting her up for adoption?” It might be pointless to interrogate this man, but he was at the very least only part Holelah. He seemed to sense that Asakura put the pieces together and he smiled. The smile only morphed to a grin when Asakura didn’t react. She no longer felt fear as knowing what your enemy is made thinking of how to react to it much easier for her. Besides, he couldn’t do anything to her if he really wanted her to take his daughter.

“I told you, I can’t touch her without consequences.” His eyes blurred for a moment and a small part of her wondered if that was the beginning of tears, but nothing happened and he continued, “She goes into that rage and it…” his expression became pained for a moment and he took a deep breath. There was something harsh running inside of him, controlling his words and expressions. There were thousands and thousands of things that was trying to be comprehended at once in his head and it wasn’t working out for him. Honestly, no human should have been touched by a Holelah with their offspring to survive in the end.

“I’m not sure if I should take a kid who could hurt the one I’ve already got.” She told him honestly, a part of it was her own bias against the Holelah. Anybody would be the same, however, there was a part of her ashamed of that. He tilted his head as though confused by her statement but a smile spread to his face.

“Ah yes. That’s one of the reasons I need you to take her. She doesn’t turn into that unless I touch her.”

“How can I believe you? Even if you’re just part of that chaotic race, even having just a tiny bit of blood in you makes anyone insane. You don’t even have to be born with that blood for that effect.” Asakura frowned while glancing over to the opening to look at the babies again. Nyuki was animated, cheerful and full of life while the brunette was on her tummy, sucking on her hand and listening to the other girl. She seemed tame and ordinary but Asakura couldn’t chance it.

“I put the demon in her for that very reason.” He replied, touching the glass blocking the adults from the babies. “It was the only thing I could think of to block it.”

“A demon?” Asakura did not hide her displeasure in the slightest. While the Holelah were the bane of the universe, demons were the taint on Earth. In some ways, they seemed worse than the Holelah as they influenced people and events to take a dark and drastic turn. The man chuckled a little and he stared at her, his eyes twisting and twirling in a mad like nature.

“You pretend to know the nature of that race, but I can tell you something that no one has ever bothered to listen about.” Asakura stepped back a little as he started to slowly walk to her. Each step he took seemed like it would destroy the ground, but she continued to stare harshly at him. “The Holelah as they are called are nothing more than a kind of Spirit.” She narrowed her eyes at him, a scoff spreading amongst her face.

“A Spirit cannot do the damage as the Holelah has.” They were used for energy, they never exited whatever facility kept them. The most damage a Spirit could do was simply because of people’s interference. He simply sneered back.

“Ah, even if I am only a third, I can see why the Holelah thinks the universe as children.” As her face shifted he raised his hand, “Regardless, what is the Spirit’s opposite?” She didn’t answer him, and he simply smiled, knowing she knew the answer. So he continued, “Any traits she shows will all be from that demon I put in her. As long as she never loses her left arm that demon will suppress anything from the Holelah.”

“And what makes you think a demon is so much easier to handle?” She made sure to keep her arms to her side, she was furious. His face went blank as if he was asking her if she was an idiot. She didn’t give him the pleasure of changing her expression.

“A demon is as motivated as any human is. It is easier to read a person full of greed and understand their motive to react to it. Pure…insanity on the other hand.” He gripped his head for a moment, closing his eyes in deep pain. He took deep breaths and Asakura took that time to look at the babies, stunned slightly as they were asleep. “Pure insanity cannot be predicted, no matter how many times you note down what a person does. No matter how many times they repeat a pattern, they’ll just break it and destroy anything you’ve been trying to build on how to fix it. Pure insanity cannot be combatted.” He glared at her, his face turning red.

She could understand that. “She will only be considered half.” He remarked, moving towards the wall and spreading it open like he had for the elevator. There was no longer a need for the barrier and he stared down at his daughter and the child. “If anyone tests her blood that is. It will only show up as human and demon.”

“I don’t understand, what’s better about being a half-demon?”

“It’s an easy truth to tell that she was experimented on.” He smiled, his eyes not leaving his daughter. “Oh right…her genre…it’s Fantasy.”

“Let me guess, that gave you the idea to give her a demon?”

“What?” A small smile appeared on her face, Thomas’ smile blooming in her mind with his stories of old adventures of the world.

“Never mind.” The alien bent down after she walked to the children, grabbing Nyuki first and staring hesitantly at the brunette.

“She will not show madness. She may be angry, but she will not show her true blood.”

“As long as she keeps her left arm, right? What does that mean?”

“The demon is sealed mostly in her left arm.” Such a small tiny thing, how could she hold such a terrifying thing inside of her arm? With a bit more hesitation, she grabbed the other sleeping baby, adjusting her so that she held a baby in each arm. He continued to stare at his daughter, and Asakura could swear she could see some longing in his eyes.

She suddenly felt as though she had entirely misunderstood this man. Was this just a man who had lived however old he was with the madness of the Holelah inside his brain and he had somehow lived long enough to somehow get a child, but something inside of him wanted to change his daughter’s fate of the same madness? Asakura wasn’t sure if a demon could do such a thing, but she did feel some regret inside of her. She really shouldn’t have judged him just because he was creepy as hell and her blood screamed and yelled at her for even being in the same room as him.

Okay, not much she could do about that, but it is what it is.

“Do you want to say goodbye?” His mouth opened, as though wanting to say something and then shook his head.

“The less she remembers me the better.” Asakura turned to start leaving but then realized.

“Uh…I need help out.” She screamed as he pointed abruptly ahead of her and a huge hole opened in the lab wall. She saw the Orphanage far away in the distance and then she looked back at the stranger. Another thought came to her, “What is Nyuki? Wouldn’t something like her be better for your child?”

He slowly shook his head and Asakura felt something inside her stomach. Something twirling and dark as though she was asking about things she truly should not know. She started to move away, feeling his gaze on his daughter the whole way. She stopped one more time though and yelled, “What’s her name!?” He laughed, it made Asakura feel uncomfortable.

“Kitsune!” Asakura turned and left at that, rushing to the best of her ability to get home. When she made it to the Orphanage she saw that the building was gone. Stupid magic, what if she wanted to go back and bravely confront the man to demand answers and such!

Never mind the fact she really did not want to do that.

The young alien sighed, drawing a chair from the corner of the nursery room and sat down as she dropped the awakening babies. She watched as the two interacted with little Kitsune giving Nyuki sloppy kisses on her cheek with a loud giggle to accompany it each time. She supposed that this was just going to be her life being the caretaker for orphans. Though who knows, maybe the next child would be perfectly normal?

Third time’s the charm after all.

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jhessail · 8 years ago

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Holy shit, the ghost had not been lying. There really was a baby appearing in the center of the crater in the middle of nowhere. Asakura was an alien, and even to her this was overly bizarre. She had left this land 200 years ago and only came back due to the words of a long ago ghost.

The ghost had promised Asakura that a child that could give her life direction would appear in this abandoned land and at that time Asakura needed something to cling to. To possibly recover from her husband’s murder. The only marker left that distinguished this land was the sword at the very center of the crater the ghost had left behind, and of course the now assembling into existence baby.

Asakura stared uneasily at the…well she wasn’t sure what to call this shocking state of things. 200 years had given her time to heal and grow, so the broken anguished promise she made to the ghost wasn’t as important anymore. She had actually been privately praying the ghost had been lying or mistaken. The baby finished forming itself into the world and Asakura went low to the ground to try and peak at the bottom of the crater, squinting slightly to see if the thing was even breathing. As the crater was over 200 feet down to the center, she of course couldn’t see such a thing. Perhaps if she had been a different race of alien, but as her race was born with pure black eyes she had been lucky to see anything at all. Especially since her race tended to be born blind from the empty looking sockets.

Geez…was it going to be okay? Of course not, she argued to herself. With a heavy sigh, the green-skinned alien focused on the energy of life inside of her that masters often referred to as ki and drifted down to the ridiculously sized crater to the center of it to the baby. Getting to the center of what was essentially a hole in the ground, Asakura could feel the black strings attached to the back of her head rise, as though it somehow sensed something she couldn’t. Which made the alien weary of the child, but she didn’t flee.

The alien glanced over at the sword that the child laid by, expecting it to just rise from the ground and stab her in the face. It did no such thing. Asakura then squatted down to look at the baby, noting that it looked human. Not that it could possibly BE human, because a lot of aliens looked humanoid (even she did), and surely ONLY an alien could assemble its existence out of nowhere.

After further examination, she recognized that the child was a girl, a small thing with an astounding amount (as a baby with hair in general was shocking enough) of blonde hair with silver and navy follicles at the side of her skull. Interesting that the child materialized with the inherit class of being from the Eastern side with the strange colored hair. With some nervousness, she touched the baby to confirm it was alive. A shudder ran through Asakura’s cold hand as she felt the baby breathe as though she had been waiting to be touched to start living.

AHHH! What a creepy thought!

Asakura withdrew her hand immediately, staring at it and expecting it to be a different color. Nope, still green. She looked around after pitting her knees on the ground, tired from squatting. Still nothing fantastic but the exploded looking land around her rising because she was in the middle of a fricking crater! Asakura supposed she was expecting a bold sign to tell her that the ghost was right on more than just the baby.

While it was true she wasn’t in as much pain from her husband’s death anymore, she was curious about what would give her direction. How on Earth was a baby supposed to do that? Surely it was just the starting point, surely a real and more obvious thing would pop out and lead Asakura to stranger things. Due to Asakura’s luck (at least to her it was the fault of her luck) though, nothing was standing out. With nothing but silence and the sound of breathing from both her and the baby, it seemed to be a very boring entrance to guide her to the rest of her life. Asakura touched the baby again, surprised she had yet to make a sound.

How foolish she must have looked though, kneeling at the center of a crater with a baby and a sword next to the two of them. Thinking of, Asakura grabbed the hilt, pulling herself up and wasn’t surprised when the sword didn’t move at her weight. The ghost had told her the only one who would be able to move the sword apparently would have to be one pure of heart. Whatever that meant.

Asakura could faintly remember the amused story that she was reminded of due to this. Her husband’s lips would laugh and tell of a sword in stone, an interesting tale that was longer than Asakura liked herself, but he adored. It was amazing that he could even remember the whole story though, those books had been taken away from him while he had been alive. Gosh, she hadn’t thought directly about her husband in such a long time, it was making her heart hurt.

To distract her thoughts, she looked down to the baby after giving the sword a half-hearted tug. She shrieked as the baby was standing up on her feet. Impossible! The baby looked at her with huge teal colored eyes.

“H-How are you-?” Asakura felt herself shaking. There was no bipedal being in the entire universe recorded that could stand on its own within minutes of its own birth. The baby opened her mouth but then closed it, turning to the sword that Asakura was by. “No. Nononono!” Asakura bent down, grabbing the girl as she caught the edge of touching it with her tiny hands. The green-skinned alien felt herself jumping as the sword inexplicably seemed to pull itself from the ground and then fall.

With the baby in her arms, she felt her entire body start to tense, staring at the sword. Not so shockingly, the sword did nothing else, but she did feel that the baby sunk into her arms and finally started to cry. Asakura panicked a little bit and tried rocking her, feeling tears starting to build up from an insurgence of nerves and emotions. “Shh, shhhh, it’s okay baby.” The baby’s shriek magnified and Asakura almost threw her to the ground.

The only thing preventing her was the logic in the back of her mind that simply stated no. Don’t do that. Babies cannot be thrown to the ground and be okay with that. Plus the baby was not doing what had been just moments ago in supporting itself, she was completely relying on Asakura’s arms to keep her weight up as high as she was. Something weird was going on, and oh lord was that an understatement. The baby kept crying louder and louder.

Asakura felt as though her mind was about to split, so she placed the baby back on the ground, grabbed the sword and flew back up out of the crater. The woman used her inner energy to telegraph the sword to outside of the crater where it stood again as a landmark yet again. Separated from the noise, she was given a moment to breathe. Holy Hell though, she could hear the baby even from how high she was, what a pair of lungs. Ignoring the crying baby longer, she decided to start thinking.

Why was the baby here? Why would she appear in a place where she would just die? Asakura could only imagine the answers and they were all nonsense. She shouldn’t have come here, surely there was no good in involving yourself with a baby that was prophesized by a ghost. Asakura looked out into the wasteland, remembering the day with a frightening amount of clarity.

The ghost had called herself Beth. She said she had died before the One Land Disaster, which meant she was a very old ghost. The ghost had also mentioned, besides the baby appearing that Beth herself could not pass on until she saw ‘the future’. She had said this in such an exasperated and annoyed fashion, Asakura was surprised Beth hadn’t passed on just to spite ‘the future’. It also weirdly seemed like those were the words she didn’t want to use but had no choice but to use them. Beth had been irritable, fussy, and incredibly easy to anger as she was eager to pass on.

It had been amazing that Asakura and Beth hadn’t fought each other to the death, with Asakura being the equivalent of a teenager who had just lost someone she loved and Beth being a ghost that just wanted to pass on so that she could see her loved ones. They had been snippy and furious with words and almost physically, but Beth would roll that nonsense in with an astounding amount of power. Beth had said that the child would give her direction…but how?

Asakura’s thoughts were interrupted when the baby’s crying suddenly stopped. Shit! Asakura flew down and panicked. Oh crap! Pars! Pars were a subtype of ghost, they were more like the emotions left behind by a human at their passing. Generally they were made of negative emotions, obviously. Asakura couldn’t actually hurt the things as they were basically nearly invisible looking balloons, but she could at least get the baby away from them. The child’s class of genre hadn’t been decided yet but she ended up being supernatural, they would affect her immune system.

Asakura vainly tried to banish them with her hands, but said hands just phased through the flouting balls of warped air. Ugh, how creepy, especially when it seemed like they were circling the baby girl like some weird ritual. Asakura bent down and grabbed the baby, moving her to be comfortably situated in her arms. She yelled when one of the pars dived into the baby’s body. Augh! There was no way the baby would be able to survive on her own now!

Especially since the pars continued to circle them, as though waiting for their turn to go inside the baby girl. Only one par could possess one person per day, it was a weird rule that nobody outside of the mages understood, and of course they weren’t willing to tell any details.

‘I guess she’s supernatural.’ Asakura thought to herself, her heart pounding as the baby suddenly giggled. Oh thank goodness, a happy par must have possessed her. So there was that great news. What was she going to now though?

Asakura studied the baby some more, frowning as the memory of arguing with her husband about children surface from the depths of her mind. She had wanted to have his children, but her race laid eggs and he had been human. She wanted to find a way to make it possible but Thomas, her husband, insisted that if they really wanted to have children, they could adopt. Hah, adoption. It would have been near impossible to adopt 200 years ago.

The racism of interracial couples was huge (understandably so as the Great War was taking place in space), and only Thomas had hope at that time for the future. He would remind her that eventually they would be able to bypass it. That History had showed it was a slow process, but it had happened on Earth once before. Thomas had also explained that he preferred adoption because he himself had been adopted. She had understood that, but she still pleaded and whined till the very day he was murdered.

Adoption…

The green-skinned woman flew up from the crater, feeling shudders creep along her spine as the pars followed slowly after. She landed next to the landmarked sword and felt her left index finger being taken in the baby’s mouth. Shoot was she hungry? That’s awful timing. Maybe if Asakura was lucky, this alien just needed salt from skin or something weird like that to live off of. The woman sighed and looked out unto the wasteland, what was she going to do? There wasn’t anything standing out besides the baby.

She shifted the baby in her arms so that she would be supported entirely on her left, and grabbed the sword with her right. Luckily it came out, which was good because she didn’t want to experiment with the baby touching the sword again. She heard the baby giggle and Asakura couldn’t help but smile a little bit. Damn she was cute, but she did feel a little sympathy for the girl. Whatever weird race she had to be, she still was cursed as the rest of the Earth to be sorted into the default classes of genre that dictated how they would try to live their life.

The woman felt the scar in her heart spread as she stared at the baby. Thomas’s smile came up, plastering itself all over her mind. She loved him so much. 200 years and she still couldn’t move on, she still couldn’t detach herself to great they were together, how wonderful he was. This baby could not give her life direction, that ghost had to have been lying. Where was Beth now? Why couldn’t she be here to give her another vague clue to give her more hope for the future? She hadn’t been hurt when she got here, but now with a baby in hand, she felt hurt.

A poor supernatural genre archetype baby, possessed by a par since birth. This child, especially with the pars that still surrounded the two, would be possessed by a par each and every single day of her life, not only stunting the emotional growth of the baby herself, but also poisoning her body’s system that she would not be able to live in an environment without the pars. She would not be able to survive outside a place without pars around it for more than two days. What direction could that give Asakura? Was it a sign that she should die and resign how miserable she actually was?

The alien’s thoughts were interrupted yet again as she had decided to look down to the crater. The crater was doing something unlike any other crater in that it was somehow filling itself up with the mass amount of earth that had once been there. Watching it, Asakura finally made a logical conclusion.

This was magical bullshit.

Asakura was suddenly wondering if she really should be worried about her life versus the internal monologue of angst that had tried to start. The crater settled into being flat ground once again and twitched as the baby giggled. Stupid baby! This wasn’t something to laugh about! Asakura couldn’t but cautiously poke the ground with the sword, naturally nothing more than what should happen happened. The sword sank a little into the ground, but nothing exploded, of course. Asakura blinked as shade suddenly surrounded her.

She looked up and gaped to see something falling from the sky. Something huge. Asakura physically jumped back, halfway in it, starting to fly away. The baby giggled in her arm joyfully and Asakura focused her energy to try and block what would obviously give off a large shockwave when it landed. After a minute of keeping her eyes closed and just concentrating on an energy barrier to keep the impact from damaging her and the baby, Asakura was surprised when it had landed on the ground without causing any sort of noise or shockwave. She stared down at the building that literally fell from the sky.

She flew down and stared to see that it was just a one story building but it was LARGE! It also looked kind of shiny somehow. Asakura again did the not entirely sane thing and poked the building with the sword, and again nothing fantastical happened. The green alien really would have appreciated it if Beth would have told her that this was going to happen. Being an alien, magical things made her feel uncomfortable naturally.

The baby girl in her arm cooed. Asakura moved around the building, eventually finding a door. She took her time to star at the door with unease, before knocking on it foolishly. Not surprisingly, nothing happened until she pushed the door open. The two started to explore (the pars catching up and slowly flouting around the two) and Asakura was very glad that there wasn’t some weird mythical beast guarding a door or some force field to keep her out of places. It was just an oddly looking normal house.

Eventually Asakura found a room that looked like a nursery. The woman stared at the furnished room with awe before looking down to a crib that was rocking slightly (she felt creeped out by that) to see a name on the crib. Huh…if she was going to refer to the baby by anything other than as ‘the baby’ Nyuki seemed fine. She put her down in the crib and felt a little confused as the baby settled cheerfully around the blankets that were lined with it.

The alien continued to explore the building, now a little faster not slowed down by Nyuki or the creepy pars who had stayed to circle Nyuki’s crib. She only found a few things all concluding to one obvious thing: This building was massive. It also seemed bigger than it seemed outside. Nothing really stood out besides the fact it was a fully furnished building. She was certain this was all magical, and she didn’t really like that at all.

She stopped into a room that had old books. Like ridiculously old books in text that Asakura had no idea existed. Thomas would know though, he would have been able to tell her exactly what these were and what time period they came from. She had been thinking about Thomas and the past, and yet she was contradictly was clinging to the thought of something giving her life direction. She had even been thinking about it in a philosophical matter and that was frustrating.

She had come here hoping the ghost had been lying, but inwardly she was glad Beth hadn’t lied. She wasn’t sure what to do though. The thought of adoption ran in her mind with Thomas’s smile with enough clarity that an idea emerged. The building was stocked with food, libraries, rooms that seemed weirdly infinite and it just seemed like a wonderful place to settle. She could hear Nyuki suddenly scream with a gaggle of laughs in the distance. That nursery had more cribs…

Opening up an orphanage seemed like a good idea.

#Short Story #Wall of Text #GENRE #Amanda Asakura #Nyuki Asakura

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