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Aiden:
Carin
"No."
Carin bowed her head respectfully, hoping this girl could not see how unnerved the transformation left her feeling. The young goddess had already begun making room in her heart for this girl, for Tsumiko's desire not to be alone. To see this girl be overtaken like this, to be consumed by an incarnation of her own fear - it hurt.
"I know quite a bit about being made of other people. I know how they feel, because on some level their feelings are my own. Rather, they give me shape. So I know what fear is."
Then Carin turned her own red eyes back to Sakura's, and frowned.
"So I expect you to act on your fears, and to do your best to push me away from Tsumiko until she is alone again."
SINIB:
Sakura
Sakura's crimson eyes seemed to shine with an unnerving light, staring down at Carin, boring into her soul. She ignored the plea from her sister to stop, smiling a bit suddenly, calmly, for just a fraction of a moment.
For that brief moment, Sakura looked to be at peace, as if she were complete. Her eyes seemed to fade out, looking at something different, something else.
Perhaps somewhere else.
But after that momentary joy, Sakura refocused on Carin, pulling his arm out of the wall. She shook it off, the bandages wrapped around it a bit frayed. Carin could see a glimpse of dark skin underneath the wrappings.
And then, Sakura turned away from her, walking away into a shadow. "This time, I'm not making a mistake. This time, I'll protect her properly." She gave Carin a small parting message just before she took the final step. She turned to look at her, the fires of determination burning in her eyes.
"This time, I won't screw up."
Sakura walked into the inky black abyss, protecting Tsumiko in her dream. The girl inside her slept peacefully, dreaming of better times. She dreamt of watching the cherry blossoms fall.
Aiden:
Carin
12:00 PM
Carin's form grew gradually more transparent as Sakura turned from her - as her heart sank accordingly. She had to, because the little goddess felt something hot and wet building up in the corner of her eyes. "I hope you do not come to regret taking that choice from her, then."
As the abyss enclosed Tsumiko and her self-proclaimed guardian Carin vanished, returning to her pure state as a holy spirit in a spread of light. And there she found -
'WHERE ARE YOU?'
It hurt.
'WHY DON'T YOU ANSWER?'
It hurt. To be gone this long and not know where they were, what had happened to them, if they had asked for her.
'I NEEDED HELP!'
It was like a spear in her side, like thorns digging into her skull, blood pouring out from her soul as she stretched her awareness to once more encompass everyone who held her in their hearts, who trusted in her to watch over and guide them.
How much had she missed? How much did Carin not know about them, not understand about how they suffered? Why had she risked so much to take that form for so long? It was selfish of her - to put one over another, but how could she not?
'... and thank you, for helping Samantha get back home safely.'
Sam had needed help.
'This time, I won't screw up.'
Tsumiko needed it, too. And Carin knew, as intimately as she knew everyone who put their trust in her, that stopping to help someone else could never be wrong. Even if they didn't want her to, she had to try. It was her duty as a goddess...
"Yes. My purpose is to help all of them."
And so she quelled the pain in her heart, and got back to it. Now, who was doing what and where...?
SINIB:
Sakura
12:15 pm
The fight had only taken a matter of seconds to resolve with how much stronger she was than them, but it had done a lot to take the edge off of the feelings of despair and betrayal she'd been feeling. Now, she simply held onto Shirou's unconcious corpse, hugging him tightly, in the murky depths of the abyss where nobody was going to be able to find her, watch her. Where the only other person around was the sister she knew whom had been watching in horror at what she was doing, fighting against her own desire to forcibly put a stop to it.
This was-the man she loved. The man she wanted to marry. Her lover. He completed her, made her human, and had given his life trying to save her.
Tears flowed freely down her face, dripping off her chin onto his messy orange hair. She was so close to him, it hurt.
She grunted, and they exited her sanctuary, landing onto her messy bed. She sat on top of him, straddling his thighs. She felt his member through her pants, felt Tsumiko's stir in responce. She took ahold of his face, leaning down as if to kiss him, stopping inches away from his face.
Sakura stopped. This wasn't right. He wasn't the same person, she knew that. He had his own Sakura, which made her all the more upset that she'd ever met them. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, finally giving up and resting her forehead against his. "Wh-why is it so unfair!" She bawled, screaming at the top of her lungs. She felt Rin silently take control of the body, and allowed herself to relinquish control, as if a puppeteer was handing it off to a companion. Rin hadn't interrupted her during her stupid outburst, which made Sakura feel oh so guilty. She simply continued crying, sobbing about what she'd done, what she'd ruined as she watched Rin cast spells, projecting a bandage to bind Shirou's broken arm, a cool ice pack which she placed on his head. She began casting spells, speaking softly as to not disturb him, healing his broken arm, repairing the damage her foolish sister had caused. She cast a hypnosis spell on him to keep him asleep, for now. She didn't want him waking up during the delicate operation.
Finally, Sakura spoke up. "Rin, I'm-" her voice quivered, and the girl's body began to shake.
"Don't, Sakura. Just don't." Rin sounded tired, measured and exhausted. She didn't want to explode at her sister. She didn't want to damage the delicate bridge she'd finally built. She sighed as she finished up, her own naturally blue eye returning to Tsumiko's face. She gritted their teeth and ground them. "You really messed up, Sakura." She finally said, climbing off Shirou. It was uncomfortable, watching her sister almost molest an unconcious man. She didn't know what she would have done if Sakura hadn't stopped where she did. She took them out of the room, and splayed out on the couch, grabbing a plush pillow and squeezing it tightly. "Sakura?" She asked, wondering if she was still there, or if she'd retreated.
"Y-yeah?" It seemed she was.
"Do you want me to take care of the cleanup, or can you help?" She reached up, awkwardly rubbing her own head, stroking it. Or rather, she stroked Sakura's hair.
"I-I don't know... I'm sorry, Nee-san..."
"...It's okay. I could have stopped you, so I'm also responsible. Let's just try to get this behind us before she wakes up, ok?"
Rin sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I don't want her to have to deal with our traumas on top of her own."
Cherry Lover:
--- Quote from: Sinib on May 24, 2019, 08:14:47 PM ---Sakura
12:15 pm
The fight had only taken a matter of seconds to resolve with how much stronger she was than them, but it had done a lot to take the edge off of the feelings of despair and betrayal she'd been feeling. Now, she simply held onto Shirou's unconcious corpse, hugging him tightly, in the murky depths of the abyss where nobody was going to be able to find her, watch her. Where the only other person around was the sister she knew whom had been watching in horror at what she was doing, fighting against her own desire to forcibly put a stop to it.
This was-the man she loved. The man she wanted to marry. Her lover. He completed her, made her human, and had given his life trying to save her.
Tears flowed freely down her face, dripping off her chin onto his messy orange hair. She was so close to him, it hurt.
She grunted, and they exited her sanctuary, landing onto her messy bed. She sat on top of him, straddling his thighs. She felt his member through her pants, felt Tsumiko's stir in responce. She took ahold of his face, leaning down as if to kiss him, stopping inches away from his face.
Sakura stopped. This wasn't right. He wasn't the same person, she knew that. He had his own Sakura, which made her all the more upset that she'd ever met them. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, finally giving up and resting her forehead against his. "Wh-why is it so unfair!" She bawled, screaming at the top of her lungs. She felt Rin silently take control of the body, and allowed herself to relinquish control, as if a puppeteer was handing it off to a companion. Rin hadn't interrupted her during her stupid outburst, which made Sakura feel oh so guilty. She simply continued crying, sobbing about what she'd done, what she'd ruined as she watched Rin cast spells, projecting a bandage to bind Shirou's broken arm, a cool ice pack which she placed on his head. She began casting spells, speaking softly as to not disturb him, healing his broken arm, repairing the damage her foolish sister had caused. She cast a hypnosis spell on him to keep him asleep, for now. She didn't want him waking up during the delicate operation.
Finally, Sakura spoke up. "Rin, I'm-" her voice quivered, and the girl's body began to shake.
"Don't, Sakura. Just don't." Rin sounded tired, measured and exhausted. She didn't want to explode at her sister. She didn't want to damage the delicate bridge she'd finally built. She sighed as she finished up, her own naturally blue eye returning to Tsumiko's face. She gritted their teeth and ground them. "You really messed up, Sakura." She finally said, climbing off Shirou. It was uncomfortable, watching her sister almost molest an unconcious man. She didn't know what she would have done if Sakura hadn't stopped where she did. She took them out of the room, and splayed out on the couch, grabbing a plush pillow and squeezing it tightly. "Sakura?" She asked, wondering if she was still there, or if she'd retreated.
"Y-yeah?" It seemed she was.
"Do you want me to take care of the cleanup, or can you help?" She reached up, awkwardly rubbing her own head, stroking it. Or rather, she stroked Sakura's hair.
"I-I don't know... I'm sorry, Nee-san..."
"...It's okay. I could have stopped you, so I'm also responsible. Let's just try to get this behind us before she wakes up, ok?"
Rin sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I don't want her to have to deal with our traumas on top of her own."
--- End quote ---
Shirou
3 PM
As Shirou slowly began to regain consciousness, he attempted to take stock of his situation. His head was throbbing, as he might expect, but other than that, his body felt perfectly fine, as if all the damage had been healed. And, even more unexpectedly, he was lying on a comfortable bed without any kind of restraint. And, as he opened his eyes and began to look around, despite the way in which his head was spinning, he noticed that his presumed kidnapper was not present. Further, the room he was in did not feel like it was Sakura's room. It was comfortable but spartan, with none of the decorations that he'd expect his wife's room to have.
But, if she had not kidnapped him, then how else could he have got here? The girl was far too strong for Sakura to defeat and, if someone else had rescued him, Sakura would be there too. Unless....
"Sakura!" Shirou shouted, suddenly as he attempted to sit up, desperately looking around for his wife.
"Sakura, where are you?" he said as he attempted to get to his feet.
However, with the concussion he had received in the fight, he could barely stand, and he began to stumble around, his brain addled with confusion as he desperately searched for his wife, fearful of the worst. Then, he collapsed to the floor in a heap, his eyes tearing up as he considered what might have become of his beloved wife.
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