October Ninth
The Alley to the Red Dragon Inn
(Major thanks to Martyr for this. <3)

"Heh. Guess there's nothing here," the child of the red star commented with an exasperated sigh. Months had gone by since her first arrival; nothing sating her thirst for... something. From the dull glow of street lamps, the short female composed of untidy ink and drenched sapphire slipped from view into a nearby alley. It was close to an inn, if she recalled correctly. The first of many places to, maybe, find what she was interested in.

Martyr perked up a bit at the sight. "May?" she tilted her head, standing from a distance. The alternate route to avoid Lu like the plague, had worked, but, what was May doing here? Blue eyes narrowed for a moment, it didn't feel right to her in the slightest. Still, it was May.. She looked different, but there was no mistake. Still, why wasn't there a pull? Martyr shrugged it off and headed over. "May!"

"Eh?" Done up tails of near black shifted and shivered as she made a precarious turn toward the sound of a voice. May, Mai-ooh... that wasn't meant for her, was it? It didn't seem it. Perhaps this little one can entertain her interests. At least for now. "May? I believe you have the wrong person. Maybe I can... interest you in something?" It was a familiar voice. In fact, it was an identical voice to whom Martyr was seeking. Not that this black and porcelain child knew that.

Deep blue eyes narrowed for a moment, "You're hair.." she mumbled. No stutter, either... A head was tilted, "M-ma..." No, she just said it wasn't the right person. "N-no... You look j-just like her," Martyr felt nervous all of a sudden... Did she change again? Was it because Martyr went to work? She took a step closer.

"What about my hair?" A leather-clad hand swept beneath tendrils of ink in order to give it inspection. Was it dirty? No, the stink of earlier bloodshed was lacking. Not that she didn't carry the aroma vital essence often did--sickly and sour--enough to make the nose scrunch up and twist the stomach pouch. "I look just like who, dear? Maybe you can tell me about this... person you're after?" Martyr took a step forward, which lead to the awakened HiME to draw one back.

Martyr halted in her motion forward as she took a step back, "Mn? Her name is Mayu... She looks... exactly like you but, with green hair.." Deep blue eyes squinted. "I er, she's my wife,"

"Mayu, is it? How... intriguing," a sardonic smirk twisting lips, veiled by the humor trained in her voice. It was dark out, but the pale figure happened to bleed out quite naturally with the aid of the distant moons. "Your wife, too? I... guess there are some in the world who go that direction..." Ink returned over her person, brows rising with feigned interest. "What does this... Mayu look like?"

"I just told you," she mumbled. "She looks...like you? Are you sure...You're not her?" Maybe she should kiss her again? No... Not yet. She'd stand still for a moment. Trying to fight back the dumbfounded look on her face. Is...she playing games with me? No... Mayu doesn't lie...

"Just like me...?" Maybe it wasn't the same person she was presuming. It's not a widely popular name in these parts. Risen brows momentarily knit together, lips pursing. "Hm. Well, maybe I'm her and just decided to let myself go. ...you're a bad wife and I feel the need to change." Words ooze with a sense of contempt. They're almost purred, however, rich with that characteristic Eastern accent.

A reverse tilt of the head was accompanied by a furrow of her brow. "H-hey! Don't s-say stuff like that.. May... You... Er... Would never do that..." Another step forward was taken.

Cue another step taken in retreat. "Egh, don't start coming near me... Er, I mean... yes, come here, my love. I will forgive your transgressions at being awful at love so long as you... give yourself to me." A bubble gum pink tongue shifts from the crevice of her mouth, sliding across the rosy color of plush lips. Were oceanic eyes not trained on Martyr's body, giving it a hungry-as-a-fox once-over in approval, she might have actually came off as Ma--no, never mind.

A step was taken forward, cautiously. "May... Are you not feeling well?" she asked, bringing her hand out to check her. The slightest glow overtook it as well as a shimmer in her eyes. "Give...myself to you?"

Playing around was one thing. This particular HiME wasn't interested in being touched by women, though. Not normal ones, or ones that filthy her eyes for more than just a few seconds. Her right arm stretches out, leather clenching as she made a grab to take Martyr by the wrist. "All right, I changed my mind. You're an awful wife and deserve to be trashed. Get lost."

Her wrist heated up a bit, "M-may!" she yelped lightly. "What're you..doing?" Eyes moved to her for a moment, a silver glow could not be helped. But that touch... It didn't feel right. Martyr...be careful...Something's not right...

The vice grip was stronger than a steel clasp being tightened to its maximum capacity. She waited for Martyr to quiet her yelping and moaning before speaking up, herself. "Oh, god. Are you one of those kind of women? I guess you swing that way... it's possible." What kind of woman was Mayu getting at? She didn't feel it mattered to elaborate any. "And stop calling me May. Mayu. MAY-U." She'd shove the arm away once finished.

"One of those women? You're one of those women too!" she said, holding her arm now. "I always call you May... Or Princess..." she whispered softly. The bruise that worked its way onto her wrist faded instantly. Martyr...be careful...

"I'm sorry. I'm not filthy like you," she said with a scowl, turning away from the girl and starting to work her way deeper into the alley. She was already bored of this one. It felt too easy to screw around with her. Especially because she seems to have it in her head that she's the same person as that girl she recalled meeting once or twice in her time. "Stop calling me those things. I'm not filthy like that."

Martyr gritted her teeth, "May, stop!" she all but yelped. "Don't walk away from me," a hand came out to grab her shoulder and keep her from moving forward. Even in the annoyance, her touch was gentle.

A gentle touch, or a fierce one, the woman that was actually shorter than Martyr made a brash turn, hitching that grappled ridge in order to displace the healer's hand from it. The throwing of that shoulder was intended as nothing more than a distraction, though. She used the momentum of her turn to build a pace in her left fist, which was careening toward Martyr's gut in order to punish her for even thinking about touching her. As it flew out, "What the #$%^&* gives you the right to touch me, whore?! I already told you to back off!"

The fist made contact, a deep grunt and small gasp was uttered almost at the same time.The girl doubled over, hitting the ground with her knees for a moment. Martyr... let me out, now! "Ngh..." she closed her eyes for a moment, trying her best to catch her breath. "M-may..."

The red star girl tutted, working up the collar to her star-embroidered jacket. Her hand unclenched, knuckles popping to ease the ache that followed the contact. More solid than a truck, the one on her knees. It was going to hurt. She showed no remorse or concern about how Martyr fell on her knees, hand shaking a second before it fell to her side. "Mayu, bitch. If you say it again, I'm going to get really upset."

Martyr looked at her, "May... May is what I call you...And stop cursing!" Martyr! Don't let her touch you like that! Fight back...

A funnel of air burst to life around one arm, the air distorting like heat radiating off a car's black surface. It whorled around one arm, slithered like a snake along the ridge of her shoulders, and straight down the opposing arm. The distinct rattle of chains was apparent, a ghastly thing like some spirit fresh from the grave. Although nothing could be discerned, her hands took shape around something that wasn't visible to the naked eye, metal links clanking audibly as she shifts her balance in order to compensate for additional weight. "What did you say?" Was she giving the downed girl a chance? Or did she just dare the little thing to say it again?

Martyr...! Let me out... NOW! The girl panted lightly, fingers curling around her warrior pants. Silver eyes peered up at her at this point. "Hm..." she let out a small, painful grunt. "May...Is what I call you...and stop cursing."

Oceanic eyes darkened, like the faint light of mischief that kept them pleasing to look at had just gone out. What was impossible to see with the naked eye became more readily apparent the second the HiME began to move with a subtle dancer's grace--a ballerina that flowed like water across smooth surfaces--in the direction of Martyr. Stained steel flickered in the dull glow of moonlight, shown to be heavy chains with two very large, very real nails threading through iron hoops at either end. With barely a tug of that linked up weaponry, one stake was brought into the palm of her hand, and made a direct attempt to slam it down into of Martyr's hands that were within reach. She was done playing these games.

"Ghahh!" Said the girl that could be impaled through the stomach without screaming... It hurt more, maybe because it was from May... Or was it? "Ha...." Martyr attempted to rip away from it, but it was in there.. "M-may..."

She uncoiled the chain from around her shoulders, the heavy steel attached to thick iron hitting the ground with enough force to kick up an endless array of dust and dirty alley trash. The other iron stake attached to the opposite end was lifted into her grasp. "I've told you to knock. It. Off." Whatever gentle charm and lilting the short Asian girl had before was entirely absent now. She's raging pissed now. "Stop calling me May. Stop looking at me like that. I don't know who the f*ck you are. And thank god for that." She swung the iron nail around a single time to work up the steel links it was attached to, a single sweeping attempt made to bring it around Martyr's neck. Strangulation was a favored tactic when using her weapon.

"Gyk!" The girl's fragile neck was suddenly overcome by a chain. Her free hand came out to latch onto the sword and attempt to free it. "Gh- stop...why?" Her heartbeat was going a mile a minute at this point. Martyr! She is trying to kill you! LET ME OUT!

The steel links adapted to Martyr's sword against them, buckling as she pulled down on them. To compensate, the black and porcelain girl jerked her arm straight up, attempting to lift the girl off of the ground and suspend her in air like she were a disobedient slave. "...I've asked you, repeatedly, to shut your f*cking mouth. You've not only refused to do that, you've touched me with that dirty body of yours, given me looks that make me sick, and otherwise just piss me off, now."

A painful eye closed lightly, "Mrph..." NOW! Deep blue eyes fell shut, her hand moved up to block her neck, fingers working her way out of the chain now. As she dropped to the floor of the alley, her hand repaired itself. A small grunt escaped her lips, as she ripped her sword from its sheath. "Who the hell do you think you are?" hair fell in front of her eyes. I won't kill her... I promise Martyr... .... Martyr?... Martyr!! Shit, where the hell is she? I don't even feel her anymore...

"Huh?" Green eyes shifted and parted with mild surprise. This isn't the same kind of person that she was just dealing with seconds ago. There's spunk. There's aggression. ...there's fun. "You've got a little backbone all of a sudden. Now I feel much more inclined to kill you." She jerked the chain toward herself, links unraveling and rolling back into either of her hands, slithering along her arms like they were living counterparts to her very person. In retrospect, they are.

"A comforting thought," Ausha said softly. Damn it... I have to catch my breath... "I'm not going to kill you, I'm just going to beat some sense into that empty head of yours..." Blue eyes narrowed at her as she stood to her feet, looking at her hand. The hole closed up, wound crawled shut. She let out a scoff.

Mayu took notice of the wound's quick regeneration. Hideo mentioned there'd be all kinds of entertainment just waiting to be discovered here. Maybe this is what he was referring to. "Heh. The only time I've seen that kind of sh*t is on TV." Rattle-rattle. She lifted the nails in her arms, suspending links going taut as they prepared to be used. She had considerable range with them; as if they molded and grew based on how far she wished to extend them. It wasn't limitless, but who needed to know that? "If you honestly think that you're worthy to stand up to me, you're really mistaken..."

A smile crossed her lips, "I should say the same thing for you, May." she said softly, soon, a nice gasp of air was sucked into her mouth. "But, if you're willing to prove me wrong, I have a second or so to spare..."

What...? Where... am I? May?...why did you... Did you kill me? Why...?

"...tch. Even now, you fail to understand that I hate that name." Her head shook briefly, glancing over a shoulder of hers as though something lingering there in the shadows; just waiting. "Vixen!" the short Asian called out. As the command filled the air, a circular pool of fiery colors began to bubble from behind the girl, bringing out a fierce lighting that made the night seem like midday--bringing to perspective everything that this shrouded dark figure is. Dark, stitched up scarring litters the girl's torso, as if her entire body was, at one point or another, maimed in half by a saw blade that was hungry and eager for blood to be spilt. A vile, heated anger billowed from the pool of fire, twin tails that barely reach her knee snapping in the hair like loose tendrils of shadow. From it, a hulking mass of metal crawled its way out, a sinister snout with glinting, razor sharp teeth and opaque, dark ruby eyes.

Hydraulic hissed as it situated its massive frame, which was becoming more and more apparent to being something feral; a fox, from any appraising first glances. Steel barbs and skewers littered its back, enough to make a porcupine jealous. A single tail forked as it began to flare, turning into blades of pure terror; sharp enough to split the air as they scissored it. Its mechanical frame hunkered low, eight to nine feet of pure mechanical nightmare still a colossus in comparison to the short Asian that called for it.

It remained prone as the dense pool of fiery hues began to saturate the ground and dissipate. "...last chance, bitch."

Ausha's eyes widened for a moment, but, pride wouldn't let her back down. "I'm going to teach you a lesson for treating Martyr the way you did..." Damn it, Martyr... Where are you? Come back... Sword was brought to her side as she waited for the creature to make a move.

The HiME lunged her right arm forward, pitching the nail fastened to the chain straight out toward Ausha's sword-wielding hand, hoping to make some kind of contact with it. At the very least, hope she can lasso the links around the blade and make it twice as difficult to use as before. The large, hulking biomechanical creature remained poised and ready to strike, but otherwise motionless.

As the nail stuck into her hand with a sickening noise, Ausha cried out. "Mph!" her hand tensed, sword clanking to the ground. She ripped her hand away this time, blood splattering outward. Her feet kicked upwards, she did a back flip to gain some distance. "Damn you..."

The blood splattered over the spike, thickening the iron mass with a crimson hue. The Asian woman found herself grinning without any hard-fought resistance. "Haha! Hahaha! Is that all?! All this talking about knocking sense to me and you can't even try to move out of the way!? Too bad I can't just throw a truck at you and end this whole charade right now!" Somewhere, Orion's hitting Mayu's player in the face with a really hard steel arm.

She jerked the binding back, reeling the chain in. She knew to keep it at the ready.

"Fine, you asked for it!" Ausha ran forward now her body slid across the ground, a bloody hand retrieving her sword on the way over. As she slid on those legs of hers, she kicked upwards a foot smacking against the ground as she sprung up into the air. A foot came out to collide with Mayu's face. She wouldn't use the sword, not yet.

With the chain latched firmly in both gloved hands, she didn't have considerable use of them in order to catch a kick from jarring her in the face and snapping her jaw shut. She stumbled backward the second that foot made contact, one booted foot sliding over a mechanical paw of her CHILD that nearly knocked her straight over. Not only was she tough, she was fast. Maybe the Asian underestimated her opponent's raw ability. Nevertheless, with Vixen by her side, this could easily go one-sided in a heartbeat. The back of a glove met her lips, aware of the pooling blood. "Hmph... all right. At least you have a bite to go with all that bark now..."

Blood trickled down her hand at this point as the wound fought closed, unhappy to have been hit in the same spot twice... "Are you going to apologize, or do I have to knock some more sense into you?" she asked. Her landing? It was perfect. Down to one foot in almost a flutter which buffeted the ends of her pants. Deep blues narrowed at her, lips were pursed lightly.

... Everything is dark... am I... dead? I could...die? I can't feel anything... May? Where...are you?

She could feel her jawbone bruising. Fingers fitted around its shape and gave it a little twist, hinges cracking as they realigned. "All right. I'm done toying around with you now..." darkly, as she started to advance on the girl. A two-pronged attack isn't out of the question; metal links knocking together with fervor as one nail threaded through fingertips to make a line for Ausha's right kneecap. The other slid through her hand to make an attempt at impaling her through the left shoulder ridge. Both attacks were meant to distract Ausha from the other. It'd be rare, if anybody had actually seen the HiME battle. She very rarely took her hands off her chosen weapon.

It worked. Ausha contorted the top half of her body to twist away and protect her shoulder, eyes suddenly widened as a jolt of pain shot through her knee, and up her thigh. "H-gh!" she bit down on the cry out as the metal found bone. She collapsed downward now onto the free kneecap, ripping out the nail. "Not bad..."

Her hand raveled around the steel links in order to recall the binding back to her. Nothing about her attacks were any bit special or grandeur. Not yet, anyway. Once the nail was back in hand, the girl pressed off from the ground with a skip, torso dipping low to cut through empty air and bring herself within distance of Ausha's lowered presence. She had an opening available to her here. Although clothes-lining a person when they're down is considered tactless and cheap, driving them down with a slackened chain around the neck is something she was a little more content with. Her right arm flicked the skewer straight out in order to embed it in the exterior of one building they were spaced between and provide her with much needed leverage, the left end coming around as the girl swung wide. Her goal was the cut the amount of space Ausha had to work with until she could, in theory, pinch the girl against the wall by shoving the other end into the wall.

Ausha felt herself lift backward, "Gnh!" Damn it... Eyes widened for a moment as she felt the cold, alley walls collide with her shoulders. A hand came up in an attempt to hit her in the chin. What the hell? It's like I'm missing my core... And she was. Martyr had become the dominant of the two, without Martyr, Ausha was all but useless.

Restrained, Mayu had all the privilege in the world to take her time and catch her breath. Ausha hit her pretty hard and made her winded. It felt like she was smuggling a bunch of barbells in that one leg of hers. She kept her distance to prevent being kicked, one hand returning to her jaw in order to check how tender it was, green still trained solely on the bound girl. "...heh. You're no slouch, I'll admit that much. And you've actually managed to hit me a few times, too. That's more than I can say about the others I've killed up until now. ...unfortunately, that's where the differences end. Because, and I mean this, you're going to die now."

Ausha glared, and threw her shoulders in a futile attempt to free herself. "If you do this now, you will never forgive yourself when you come to your senses..." Damn it... I can't move!

The blade that Ausha's wielding was given a wild look, still capturing moonlight and attracting her gaze like done up jewelry in a display case. "I've been told that there's a certain irony in being killed by the weapon that best makes the person. ...you seem like a warrior. Have you ever heard that before?" head only briefly ticking over toward Ausha as she inspects the weaponry. Primitive, but sturdy. Capable of getting the job done, she thought.

"Yes, I have..." Her grip tightened on the sword now. "It's very cruel," she said in a low whisper. Another jerk, from the weakened girl. Blue eyes fell shut for a moment as she took a deep breath into her lungs.

Noises could be heard from the darkness. People talking? Where am I? The question seemed to keep repeating herself, though the voice that spoke aloud vanished the moment the breath left her lips. Did she have lips? She moved to look at her hands, but...Everything was so dark...

"Cruel, you say?" Eyes settled in narrow sockets shifted over toward Vixen, who was patiently waiting for her chance to join in on the action. The girl lifted one slender digit to request something. She'd obtain it, too. A funneling burst of air swelled around the girl's upper limbs, a new set of chains materializing, coiled like chokers like the initial set of links were. These were identical, complete with pointed, iron shafts at either end threaded through the links. "I like to think it has a certain honor to it. Whatever you say, though. I can be cruel."

Eyes shifted to the side for a moment, this wasn't May. Even if it was her body... This wasn't May. Eyes fell shut again, and she shook her head. "Whatever you say, May... "

All that composure of hers, present solely because she had the upper hand in this little tussle, was lost. That name was driving her to the brink of destruction. Like it didn't matter if the whole building that Ausha was locked against would be obliterated in the coming strike. Threading the nail through fingers once again, she flung it outward to make a direct course for that exposed range of stomach, intent on driving the nail through one end and straight out the other and into the wall. Eyes widened, "Brchhh!" was the only sound she could make. A deep breath was taken in through her lungs as blood spilt from her mouth, dripping down her chin. Tears in her eyes could not be helped. Her expression twisted in an unimaginable agony.

Her gloved hand concealed exactly how white her knuckles had become as she gripped the other stake attached to the one presently in Ausha's tummy. She knew getting close to her while she was wielding a sword was a dangerous game to play. She was feeling overly confident at the moment, though. Too confident. A slow walk started to take her in that direction, one booted step at the other nearly crisscrossing, making exposed hips that gave micro shorts something to hug swagger. "I'm sorry for being so cruel to you. But, next time, you'll remember that touching people that don't know you is a terrible choice to make. Savvy?" And no, she's not sorry. Once within capable range of doing so, the other nail was lifted like the butcher's knife in "Psycho", and drove out with the intention of impaling Ausha's throat in the same fashion her stomach had been.

The blood that gurgled from her mouth doubled in quantity as her wind pipe was stabbed into. Several gasps, gaping wide eyes and a pale face. The wound in her stomach fought to close as a new one decided to go ahead and open up, courtesy of a psychotic bitch. Her heart thumped into her chest, weakening.

The sword fell from her hand.

A merry song filled the air as the girl began to hum, dipping low to collect the sword that a bloodied Ausha dropped out of hand for her. "I think I'll just take this," very happily stated. It was spun around deftly a single time, giving it a look of worthy approval, nodding her agreement on this chosen method. "Cruel and unusual punishment, you were saying? Be happy that I'm willing to kill you this way and not let Vixen have her fun with you. She usually doesn't leave pieces once she gets involved." The blade was lifted, bringing the tip to the belly of Ausha's chin. The last thing she did was grin with the utmost of satisfaction. "Sweet dreams." She didn't restrain her strength. Not any more. The sharp end of the blade intended to insert itself inside of cartilage, through the bowels of her mouth, across that cavity, clear up and through the roof of her mouth, all the way through the murky depths of her sinuses, and straight toward the brain. The method was quick; much faster than she had intended it to be.

Meike...I'm sorry.... The thought could barely cross her mind before the sudden pinch was felt in the roof of her gurgling mouth. A scream was uttered, her eyes widened as if they would pop out. Blood filled them, whites of them immediately turning red as they rolled back into her skull. It didn't take very long for her to go limp against her binds.

The blade remained fitted inside Ausha's head for a moment, twisting a single time to ensure bones crunched and organs were grounded up before she gave the blade a sharp yank to dispose of it from the woman's head. Caked with enough vital to make a blood bank look like it was shorthanded, dark green eyes shifted upward in order to inspect the girl's being. The sword was cast aside in a throw, one hand coming out of its leather home in order to press it against the jugular. She needed to ensure death before she was truly satisfied.

Her head hung, blood dripping from her gaping mouth and dropping down to the ground in a small puddle.. Eyes had lost the life that once inhabited them. Her body didn't react to the sword being pressed to her flesh except for a small amount of deadweight shifting to the pressure.

Martyr hadn't wandered far. The scent of iron was thick in the air as she wandered toward it. She could see nothing, she could hear nothing anymore... What had happened?

"Hmph..." the Asian pulled herself away from Ausha, boots smearing blood and leaving a distinct trail as she started over toward the hunkered down, silent predator that had waited patiently for her. One bloody sole met the hulking fox's snout, working her way up and through the forest of skewers that acted like an impenetrable shell of ultimate defense. She took hold of one to prevent herself from falling before she clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth. "...I was expecting something greater than this," voice distinctly depressed. "Let's go, Vixen. ...this place blows." The fox shifted weight on forepaws, rising up to its full height. A passing look was given to the strung up girl from both biomechanical animal and girl as they strode past, heading straight out into the street. Where one instant they were there, powerful hinds met concrete, taking them off to plentiful rooftops and into the night. Some other fun needed to be arranged.

The ferocity of the aura that licked the air, the bristling of frayed hair that spiked out any number of ways like Martyr's short hair did, stemmed the flow of spiritual energies that her youkai spirit was capable of. She couldn't feel Martyr beside her. All she could do was look on at the horrified visage of the girl she loved. ...she lost her... ...she... "I... I... M-Martyr, I..." There was no stopping the tears that started to come out of her, sizzling as they fell down her cheeks and came to the area of her chin that was aching like she'd just been kicked there repeatedly. "...I love you... p-please... I c-can't b-be without y-you... y-you c-can't be w-without me... w-we can't be separated like this..." She sank down to the girl, pulling her upper half up into arms and clutching tightly. The vial was supposed to be healing her. It wasn't doing anything... nothing was happening. Why was nothing happening?! Her heart frantically crashed into her ribs, challenging the cage to remain intact. "...I... I said I'd be right there w-with you. ...t-this... this w-wasn't supposed to happen...!!!"

Another visible flinch from the soul of the girl. She felt a tug in a different direction at this point. Something was pulling her away. Maybe it was time to go... May... I love you so much... you have to go on... You have to... The girl stared down at her, and then she shook her head if it was even possible. I promised you... And with that, Martyr allowed herself to collapse into that empty vessel.

Her sobbing continued, hot tears dripping from the point of her chin and making contact with her punctured throat. There was an undeniable rage in her heart. Something that made her irrational and bitter. Whoever did this... whoever decided to make her bleed. They were going to pay. Her arms struggled to lift Martyr's body up, falling considerably short from actually being able to do so. "...d-damn it... DAMN IT...!"

Blood filled eyes twitched a bit. Martyr found herself feeling a sudden jolt of pain in her throat, head, and stomach. Vision? Impossible, even with the gaping eyes. Breathing? What was stopping it? Maybe the hole in her throat? "Hgh! Hgghh!" Blue liquid was spat up and poured from her mouth along with blood. Most of the liquid was expelled from her mouth and wasted on the top of her own chest, and quite possibly, May's person. Gasps were sucked into her mouth.

Cerulean and dark carmine commixed the second that peculiar sound filled the air, ceasing sobs like somebody had a control on her emotions and made her quit crying. She pulled away from her lover in that second, bloodshot, crusted over puffy eyes inspecting the girl for a brief instant. "W-...W-What...?" she asked, all of her dwindling hopes just starting to come back together. One arm remained cradled around the girl, the hand of the other sweeping across Martyr's throat to close up that hole again. Was she alive...? She needed to stop those holes from bleeding. She had no active use of the powers her shrine maiden status provided her--yet that hand took on a deep emerald glow--the red aura surrounding her evaporating in the process in that hand. She'd unknowingly start to collect the healing energies inside of her to that general spot. The stomach was on its own...

The blood clotted, breathing became easier for her. A small groan was uttered again, tongue nearly falling from her mouth. A happy mixture of blood, blue #$%^&* and drool pooled from her low lip. Her brain had been scrambled for the time being. Tissue began to repair itself. "Mn...ma..."

"Ma--" she started, going quiet as the girl's voice, or fragmented parts of her voice, returned to Mayu's ears. She'd thought she'd never once get a chance to hear the girl say another word. It... never sounded so beautiful in all her life, even through all the gurgling of blood and blue #$%^&*. Tears continued to flow, although found themselves being shed because of happiness instead of sorrow or rage. "...y-you're a-alive..." The glow continued to remain intense in her hand, even as the power present in her started to exhaust. Right now, it didn't matter if her spirit broke out of her body and flew away. Not to her it didn't.

A hand moved to swat away the emerald hand. A grunt was given for a moment as her eyes fell shut and her head hung, drooping toward her chest. "Ghn..." Her body was still broken and limp in her grasp. As her hand made contact with May's digits, it fell over toward her chest.

"Gya?" surprised at the available source of power Martyr had in order to slap her hand away. She didn't stand a chance against it. Tendrils of energy, like spittle from the mouth, strung out as it fell away; particles of emerald flaking the air before it dimmed all together. The spiritual residue vanished once there was no available contact between them. She couldn't do anything else for the time being but hold the girl there. "I... I need to get you home, anata... once you're no-not bleeding e-everywhere... I-I'll get you home..."

As her brain began to repair itself, her eyes flickered. Blood slowly leaving the whites of her eyes and clearing them up for the most part. She began to piece together words. "H-h-h.." her mouth fought like a child learning to speak for the first time. "Howmah..." that was the best she could do. The distortion of having a hole in her throat made the word come out much worse, and with blood.

"Howmah..." she repeated, incapable of resisting the urge to smile with all the mirth her body is capable of. That was the best word in the whole wide world right this second. There was recuperating strength in those twin limbs of her that were still clutched tight enough with twin chains capable of cutting off all circulation. She made another attempt to heft the girl up in arms. This time was much more successful. She was careful to avoid disturbing the body and impeding the healing process. If Martyr was truly healing, that is. "I g-got you, anata... I promise you... w-we're never splitting up again. ...even if I have to tie us together with rope and handcuffs. ...we're never going to be apart ever again..."

"An--ta... to-geh-thurr..." Deep blue eyes flicked around began dark lids. Creamy pale skin far from regaining heat, or colour at that. This would be a slow healing process as the roof of her mouth began to sew itself up. Lungs fought to fill with air, hand moving out to seek hers.

She tried her best to make one gripping hand available to Martyr's seeking one, fingers snaking up the far side of the girl cradled close in arms. She wobbled a step as she started to make her way from the alley, the roof of her mouth tickled by some kind of odd sensation. Her throat was burning, and her stomach continued to feel like it was being ripped in half. ...these were all the wounds Martyr presently had on her. What... does that mean... "Y-Yes, anata. Together... t-there's no more going to work without the other. I'll g-get my schedule c-changed at the cafe s-so I can g-go with you to M-Miss Audrey's work place..." Red coloured eyes remained focused on Martyr's sapphire; hoping to keep her attention somewhere other than on the holes the riddled the girl. Every single wound on that precious body was like a knife through the heart. ...and thank goodness, Martyr didn't have one of those...

Martyr fought to smile at her, brain finally allowing her to understand even further. This girl, was Mayu... "M-ma-- Pa-rin--sess..." she mumbled. Finally, she wasn't just repeating words that she heard her lover utter. She was still piecing everything together, collapsing into the body had dumbed her out.

"Y-Yes, my everything... It's me. I'll ma-make y-you whole again..." The eyes of a fox shifted, able to make sense of her surroundings as she stepped out into the street. It was becoming light out. She'd leave behind the carnage of spilt blood, charred furniture and bloodied footsteps that she missed catching sight of as she started them back toward their apartment.

Tongue smacked against her teeth, she attempted to lift her head only to have it roll backwards. "w-why?" The words fell over her mouth with a slight amount of blood. Brain was almost completely healed now.

Her eyes lowered as she walked, vaguely attentive to those that she passed on the sidewalk. Nothing in the world mattered outside of this very girl she held close. "W-Why...? B-Because I'm not w-willing to s-see a-any harm c-come to you... I love you..."

"Y-y-you..." she rolled her head again to tuck into her chest. Deep breaths were sucked into her mouth chest heaving rapidly as her heart pumped weakly.. "k-killed me.."

Her steps faltered and nearly tripped over herself the very second she heard those words. Slanting eyes shifted wide to perfect ovals, horrified to the very core. "...I... what?" She didn't need to hear that again... "M-Martyr... h-how c-could I...? W-Why would I...? I d-d-d-d-didn't kill you...!"