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Agonizing pain circulates throughout her whole body as her own blood flows.  Eyes shut, yet she sees.

She sees the memories circling around here.  Illusion?  Real? Which was which?  She couldn't tell.  All together as the words she's used to hearing surge again and again, making her flowing pain grow.  "Break the phantasm.  Distort the phantasm."  Each time she hears it within, it feels as the memories were shaping her body.

Grim eyes watch as she laid lifeless, twitching with pain ever so often.  "She lays lifeless, but she endures." Her guardian, her love spoke.

Placing her hand upon the girl's cheek, she whispered in a forgotten tongue. A spell of healing, and a prayer of hope. "Was it truly necessary to treat her as such?  Even if she recovers from the phantasms placed within her memories... She'll remember what-"  She was cut off by his crimson eyes as she laid her gaze upon them.  "I know you made your choice, no need to give me such a glare.  But still, she is our friend, our love, and one we promised to guide until we all part this world.  Her innocence is but a fragment of ours, but still holds true even with those false memories.  To say what you did... To make her believe in those illusions even for a second, its leaving a mark, as much as her body changed from breaking the spell, it'll leave one upon her soul."

He turned away, growling slightly. "Matters not Lneti.  The instant she fell to those phantasms, and the instant she changed from young and pure to mature and benevolent, she who was Nekoai ceased, and this who lays before us, lives in her place."

Again the images flashed and circled around her.  Many seem so familiar as a distant dream, others a real nightmare.  Each time the pain rocks her core, some of these disappeared as if they never existed.  Others fall into place, turning into chains binding her to the realm within her mind.  These continued until she fell to the weight of these chains, lying unconscious as she did in the real world.

Arching bolts surged through her sleeping body to the cold one and again to the lover.  Her body shifted, only slightly changing its appearance again.  Some of the elements of the corrupter remains, but little of her original self remained.  With each bolt to the two standing besides her, some of their features become her own.  With the only thing remaining of her true self is just her hair, ears, tail and scent.

Awakening she sit up.  Eyes slow to open, dazed between the world within her and the outside world.  She took long before regaining her focus, "Nii-sa, no Akashimo-san.  You let me live, yet you said you'll end me, why?"  She stood, her figure now more mature, matching the lustful elements of Lneti and the corrupter.  Her voice more elegant and alluring to those of weak will, no longer soft and child like.  Her eyes ran deep with rage his does, alert and distrustful as she looked at him until their gazes locked.

"Because, regardless of what happened.  You are still ours.  You still had something left.  How much now is only known by you."  He responded, keeping his gaze locked into hers.

Standing up and walking towards him she leaned forth and placed herself onto him, staring into his eyes, each gaining the others scent easily.  "Then I'll keep it that way.  Just remember, I'll leave more than a scratch should you go through ending Rynako."  She pecked his lips lightly before turning away to stare into the moon, "Let's get going then, someone we owe a debt to wont be sitting around for long." Rynako smirked at Akashimo's taken back expression as she walked forth.

Description
Agonizing pain circulates throughout her whole body as her own blood flows.  Eyes shut, yet she sees.

She sees the memories circling around here.  Illusion?  Real? Which was which?  She couldn't tell.  All together as the words she's used to hearing surge again and again, making her flowing pain grow.  "Break the phantasm.  Distort the phantasm."  Each time she hears it within, it feels as the memories were shaping her body.

Grim eyes watch as she laid lifeless, twitching with pain ever so often.  "She lays lifeless, but she endures." Her guardian, her love spoke.

Placing her hand upon the girl's cheek, she whispered in a forgotten tongue. A spell of healing, and a prayer of hope. "Was it truly necessary to treat her as such?  Even if she recovers from the phantasms placed within her memories... She'll remember what-"  She was cut off by his crimson eyes as she laid her gaze upon them.  "I know you made your choice, no need to give me such a glare.  But still, she is our friend, our love, and one we promised to guide until we all part this world.  Her innocence is but a fragment of ours, but still holds true even with those false memories.  To say what you did... To make her believe in those illusions even for a second, its leaving a mark, as much as her body changed from breaking the spell, it'll leave one upon her soul."

He turned away, growling slightly. "Matters not Lneti.  The instant she fell to those phantasms, and the instant she changed from young and pure to mature and benevolent, she who was Nekoai ceased, and this who lays before us, lives in her place."

Again the images flashed and circled around her.  Many seem so familiar as a distant dream, others a real nightmare.  Each time the pain rocks her core, some of these disappeared as if they never existed.  Others fall into place, turning into chains binding her to the realm within her mind.  These continued until she fell to the weight of these chains, lying unconscious as she did in the real world.

Arching bolts surged through her sleeping body to the cold one and again to the lover.  Her body shifted, only slightly changing its appearance again.  Some of the elements of the corrupter remains, but little of her original self remained.  With each bolt to the two standing besides her, some of their features become her own.  With the only thing remaining of her true self is just her hair, ears, tail and scent.

Awakening she sit up.  Eyes slow to open, dazed between the world within her and the outside world.  She took long before regaining her focus, "Nii-sa, no Akashimo-san.  You let me live, yet you said you'll end me, why?"  She stood, her figure now more mature, matching the lustful elements of Lneti and the corrupter.  Her voice more elegant and alluring to those of weak will, no longer soft and child like.  Her eyes ran deep with rage his does, alert and distrustful as she looked at him until their gazes locked.

"Because, regardless of what happened.  You are still ours.  You still had something left.  How much now is only known by you."  He responded, keeping his gaze locked into hers.

Standing up and walking towards him she leaned forth and placed herself onto him, staring into his eyes, each gaining the others scent easily.  "Then I'll keep it that way.  Just remember, I'll leave more than a scratch should you go through ending Rynako."  She pecked his lips lightly before turning away to stare into the moon, "Let's get going then, someone we owe a debt to wont be sitting around for long." Rynako smirked at Akashimo's taken back expression as she walked forth.