“Since when did you ever adopt?” Keiko was still on about what she witnessed a half an hour ago. “Don’t you ever give up?” Rena hisses, trying to focus on her reading--- “No. It’s my free study period class---” “Only because your too lazy to teach something of any real value. You’re an embarrassment to the Japanese educational system.” “---like your actually a sterling star of education yourself, so get off my back---” Keiko kicks back in her chair as she looks over at Rena, scowling abit, “But since when did you become the charitable type? This isn’t some plot to---” “No. It’s not. Sicko.” “So what---” “Damn---” (Rena motions for Keiko to move closer, which she reluctantly does) “Remember the incident with the “Gentlemen” a year ago?” “Hard to forget that one, isn’t it?” The Gentlemen. A group of so called “noble men” who had entirely un-noble pursuits. Formed in the 23rd Century (in the waking world), the group consisted of older men of power who indulged in sexual activities with young girls. In the waking world they are constantly battled against by law enforcement and the Winterian government, in the realm of dreams they are rivaled by the Judgements. One year ago a Gentleman’s “club” was found in Tokyo and eradicated. “And her father, uncle, and two cousins happened to be members of that “gentlemen club“ so I felt I had to take her in. She needed a proper role model.“ “And it helped your conscious since you butchered them without even putting them through the trials to see if they could have been rehabilitated.“ At that Rena scoffs, “The trials are mostly to coddle people who don’t have the stomach for all out retribution. I don’t believe they actually work.” (leans back in her chair like Keiko as she talks) “The only people it lets off anyway are the ones we already know are innocent. It never absolves the loliconers, just the small fish who were either forced to be a member or didn’t know better. Any tripe to the contrary is a lot of rubbish if you ask me.“ “So are you teaching your “precious” the finer arts of “love”?” “Go screw yourself. She has her own mind and she’s perfectly happy the way she is.” “Well? Did you teach her anything? Come on, don‘t tell me a self respecting woman like yourself can‘t even impress any form of her own morals onto this girl!” “She does it for herself. What part of that is getting over that flat head of yours anyway?! I got her to consider both genders equally before picking a lover for life. There. Happy?” (frowns) “Your just a dirty old girl when your bored arentcha! Eve must have a strong stomach to listen to you when YOUR bored!” “Well that’s what you get for shocking me this early in the morning.” “It’s past 8, sleeping beauty, what’s so damn early?” “Screw you.” ------ Meanwhile, while the two talk--- The numbers seemed as if they were mocking her even as she tried to study. It just didn’t seem to want to work out the way she wanted it to. Maybe if she--- Sakura suddenly felt a hand slip beneath her arm and firmly place itself between her hand and her Clow cards. “No cheating.” “Tomo-chan.” “Your going to do fine. Just remember what you learned, and the little lessons I taught you about making the equations work and it’ll come out OK in the end.” “Too bad there’s no time for a refresher.” “I don’t think it’s an appropriate place to “refresh” your memory now--- no privacy.” “I know---” Sakura smiles, remembering how Tomoyo played a rather naughty learning game with her to help her with her math. As she thought about Tomoyo’s antics she started to remember bits and pieces of the equations--- along with face flushing, red cheeked moments. Sakura sighs deeply, face glowing red, as she starts to work on her practice equations again, getting them right. “There you go. I told you you could do it if you remembered my lessons.” (and to bring the point home, Tomoyo runs a finger up and down Sakura’s back, treading up and down her spine sending shivers as she gently pushes enough so her touch could be felt through the cloth of the school uniform. “Tomo-chan.” “Why is Sakura’s face all red?” (Chiharu) ------ For the first time, Meilin had brought her blade to school. She didn’t think she could, but after seeing Keiko & Rena with their weapons (safely held in their tesseract jewels, occasionally out during study period for them to polish the blades) she decided to bring her’s to class. The blade was long, yet strong and sturdy. It was straight as an iron bar, and fashioned after the long swords of European knights. The area of grip was long so she could have a firm grip on the blade, with her name etched into the blade in Chinese on one side, and a runespell that made the blade indestructible etched on the opposite blade side. On the blade’s sheathe (propped against her desk) was two runes joined as one. One symbolized Meilin, the other Xai. Originally, the blade’s twin runes were to symbolize Meilin/Li, but after she finally came to the conclusion that they would never be one, she threw away the rune she had made for him and started a long standing bitter hatred of him. She never speaks about him much, and though she knows that it was meant to be--- that didn’t make her want to think about him anymore now than she wanted to when she knew that they were going to split into their own directions and there was nothing she could do about it. She had done her studying with Xai so she didn’t need to do it now, and all she could think of was Xai so she mindlessly polished the blade as she let her thoughts wander. The cool reflected surface showed her worried face, and it concerned her that she was so focused--- quickly she sheathed her blade again rather than stare are her own worried expression for another minute. “You OK?” Meilin didn’t answer, she merely set the blade/sheathe against her broach and stored it away. Her thoughts were spinning--- ---- The Shining Star Judgement Command HQ Xai held her paperwork firmly as she presented it, and waited for it to be filed. She was happy when she realized that she could finish her paperwork a few days earlier than planned and join Meilin ahead of schedule. She couldn’t contain her joy when she made the announcement to her, face beaming with joy as she told her the good news. She was now abit more somber but mostly from deep thoughts, still she’d be happy again once she was with Meilin. The disk she dictated all her reports on for the last few months was finished. Four months of solid work and information on several different missions, all completed. They weren’t incredibly hard, or very difficult to complete, but they were important nevertheless. One involved a Darkling plot to overthrown the Government of the Shining Star (since in about 65% of the Earths in the omniverse, Hong Kong (Shining Star) was a free and independent nation.) Another involved a strange form of child porn which involved tapping into the memories of young Normal girls when they wandered the scape while they slept, using what they retrieved (the girls’ memories of bathing, or undressing, or their first sexual experimentation), and selling these underaged “memories” on a memory black market. Yet another was a frustrated writer’s strange plan to take existing works of fiction and “patent” them in dimensions where the original authors never did these works and take all the credit for them. For example, the guilty would travel to a dimension where J.K. Rowlings never wrote Harry Potter and release the series under the guilty’s own name for profit purposes. But as she left the Command Center, her reports filed and her request for temporary transfer granted, her thoughts were only on one thing. Meilin. “Got your leave?” Xai didn’t need to turn to know who was speaking to her from behind. “Of course I did. I finished my workload for the year and things are quiet for the time being---” (turns) “---figured I’d take advantage of the slow period and take some time off out of country. Anyway, someone’s waiting for me so we can spend Christmas together and I already sent our presents to each other ahead of me to Nippon.” “I’m sure she’ll be happy with what you got her--- you OK?” he asked, running a hand over her head flattening out his hair, a thing he usually only does when he’s nervous about something. “Sure I’m up for a talk---” Xai announced, picking up on her male counterpart’s nervousness. “Let’s grab a bite while I wait for the transport I asked for to pick me up for the trip to catch my flight.” ----- The older male stared at her, his black Judgement uniform seeming a little tight as he wiggled in his chair abit. His hair was pressed firm against his head, his nervous habit getting the better of him. “Usually I’m the one who can’t think of a word to say, but today your downright silent. I’ll take it that isn’t a good sign of things to come, is it?” Xai only shrugs in her own defense, a slight smirk on her face as she absentmindedly sips on her drink while she nibbles at her food. “Your not yourself lately. What’s up?” “What makes you think something’s up?” He reels back abit, as if bitten, then leans forward again motioning her with a come hither look to come forward abit. “Other than the fact that Meilin is usually scolding you about wolfing down your food, only today you don’t seem all that hungry? And the fact that your usually doing most of the talking but today your about as lively as an oil painting? Is that qualifying as a sign that something’s up?” “I guess---” (Xai sighs as she picks up the pace a little eating wise) “I’m not being like this on purpose--- I just don’t know what to say today. Usually you’re the one with the problems, but today you seem to want to help me with my--- well, with me. It‘s like I‘m the one who needs the help today.” “Maybe you do. Any problems I can pointlessly muddle through like a half-ass amateur?” “No, not at all---” (picks up pace) “---and I‘m not just saying that to hide anything.” “Your trying to dunk a pickle into your soda. Is that normal?” Xai stops herself, looking at her hand, her face turning into a sheepish smiley grin. “---uh boy---” “Is the wedding off?” “No. No it’s not off---” (Xai wolfs down the pickle and sighs) “---it’s still set for April. That’s not the problem--- the bachelorette party is on--- I even got a “Filly” film that’ll make for one helluva interesting tale--- I just can’t stop--- remembering.” For a second he didn’t understand, but as he remembers he begins to frown. “You know she doesn’t like it when you do that. It’s painful--- and don‘t you mean “Stag“ film?” “It was more painful for her than for me. And I should have---” “You can’t blame yourself for something that was uncon---” “I should have known!” (Xai slams her fist down, bringing the chatter to the room to a dead halt) “You saw the signs, she saw the signs, the only one who didn’t see the signs was ME! And for my ignorance in that everyone has the potential for good over evil? Meilin paid the price for my Pollyanna ways!” “She’s fine. Your fine. Everyone---” “I’M NOT FUCKING FINE!!” Xai lowers her head suddenly as she realizes she’s shouting, she goes back to drinking her drink and eating quietly. “I don’t feel fine. I feel like shit when---” “It’s not you---” “It might as well have been my fault.” (stops) “---it’s the first anniversary. The day we get married. She wanted it to be defiant. Say to the world that nothing was going to tear us apart. She’s so strong---” “Your strong too.” “I don’t feel strong.” Xai laments, finishing her meal. “Thanks for lunch. I feel better now. I have to go, my transport will be here soon---” as she stands up to leave, he watches her walk towards the door, suddenly he yells out one word, “Liar!”, and the room falls silent. All eyes turn towards her as she stops, and looks back at him. Seconds later, with a defeated sigh, she turns back to the doorway out. “Yeah.” It takes a whole minute for the room to go back to it’s own concerns, leaving him sitting at the table chewing quietly and pondering--- “And I mean filly.” (Xai was back in the room, standing next to him) “Uh--- what’s a filly film?” he asked, to which she leaned down and, “It’s when a young Palominian girl goes through her coming of age ceremony at 20 year cycles old. She’s paired up with her first love and they take a camera (so her family can vicariously live through her moment) and go into the woods to have their first sexual encounter. The film is saved for the bachelor and/or bachelorette party--- probably mostly to embarrass the hell out of the one getting married I suppose. You see--- I sorta had a crush on my female best friend and she did the ceremony with me because it was her time and we borrowed my auntie‘s toys and we wanted to emulate the Goddess Night rituals and it got kinda kinky and---” “Alright! Alright! I get the point! Did I need that much exposition for a simple question?” (looks at Xai with a severe expression) “And aren’t you late for your transport? Why are you here making me---” “Oh, sorry. I‘ll--- uh---- go now---” (already out the door as she yells her apologies). It takes him a full minute to recover, requiring another long drink (and a second soda) to calm him down. “Glad I’m on the guest list for the party.” ----- Meanwhile, back in Nippon--- Sakura, head spinning from the test earlier, stops upon a strange sight. Meilin was sitting beneath a tree, in her hand a glowing disc projecting a holographic image. That image was of herself and the woman Sakura saw in the photo Meilin showed a few days earlier hugging while in a lying position in bed. The taller woman was leaning into Meilin, the bottom of her short--- ?--- the word escaped Sakura’s mind but it was on the tip of her tongue--- well, that part of her face was resting on Meilin’s head and they both looked content in each other’s arms. Meilin, suddenly noticing Sakura, quickly snaps off the image and stashes the device into her bag. “She’s beautiful.” Sakura remarks as she draws near. “She’s Palominian--- right?” “Yeah--- she’s the greatest.” Meilin whispers, feeling a bit of angst for hiding what was one of their happy moments, almost as if she was ashamed--- she quickly retrieves the small disc and turns it on again, showing it to Sakura. “We took this while on vacation several months ago. Xai bought this new hover camera and we wanted to try it out so we took some intimate photos--- this is---” (closes imager again, putting it back into her bag) “---the only one I can look at in public. The rest are--- well--- adult in nature.” “I understand.” Sakura smiles, sweatdropping abit as she thinks of all the images Tomoyo took of them that she couldn’t show to anyone either. Quickly recovering, she motioned towards the bag. “Xai’s her name, right?” “Xai Shar. Her basic family name.” “Basic?” Sakura asks, siting down next to Meilin (on her invitation as she motions for the brown haired girl to sit next to her) “Palominians have basic and personal names. Xai already confided in me her personal name--- but I’m not supposed to tell anyone. It’s her secret family name.” “I see---” Sakura nods, fidgeting abit as she notices Meilin was feeling rather awkward about her talking about Xai. “Are you OK? We could change the---” “No. No. I’m fine.” (sighs) “She finished her work early so she’s getting transferred today so we can spend time together. I can’t wait to see her. I know it’s only been a few days since we were last--- well, together--- and the holosuite projector is great but--- I miss being with her in a truly physical sense.” Sakura nods her head, having experienced the same feelings when Tomoyo was on a business trip for her slowly growing Anime company. “It’s hard when the one you love is so far away, even for a little while--- isn’t it?” “Yeah. Yeah--- that’s it exactly---” Meilin leans back, watching the clouds roll by--- only to notice Sakura staring at her intently. “What?” “You seem so mature. I mean, well I mean that I’m not implying you weren’t mature before! I mean---” (Sakura looked nervous as if she said something wrong) “It’s alright. I guess the first time we met I was abit of a child, becoming so jealous and then taking that jealousy out on you all the time.” (sighs) “But I guess after I met Xai and then--- well, I grew up a lot since then. I’m a changed woman now.” “I miss the old Meilin.” “Eh? Why?” “You were always on my back--- but you were also so very energetic. When you came back I thought it was the old Meilin but--- it’s as if you’ve grown and some of that energy is gone.” “It happens when---” (stops herself) “When what?” Sakura prodded. For the longest time she didn’t speak, until finally she frowned and tagged Sakura on the shoulder with a slight punch, “Nothing! Don’t get all mushy with me! It’s disgusting!” Sakura smiles, nodding her head. “There’s the spunk I remember.” “Well don’t get used to it. I like being mature. Just because I don’t ride on your back like SOME people I know, it doesn’t mean I’m not going to be hard on you tonight when we go after Fight! You better be ready Kinomoto, because I don’t want you slacking when we capture Fight!” “I promise I’ll be ready.” “Good!” (picks up her stuff) “I have to get ready, Xai’s flight is coming soon. I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Right---” (watches Meilin walk off) “---bye.” (leans against the tree that Meilin was leaning against earlier, watching the fluffy white clouds lazily roll by in the sky) “What did she mean---” “Mean by what?” “ACk!” Sakura nearly jumps out of her skin, jumping forward in shock. “You scared me!” “I’m sorry!” Tomoyo apologies, sitting next to Sakura, “I didn’t mean to scare you. What’s wrong though? You seemed so deep in thought I almost didn’t want to disturb you. (But I know your hungry so I bought lunch).” “Thank you!” (starts eating as Tomoyo sits patiently nearby, waiting for an answer as she starts to eat her own lunch) “So? What were you so deep in thought about?” “Meilin. Does she seem more mature these days?” “Growing up tends to do that to you. Even you’ve matured and become more adult-like in the past few years!” “Me? An adult?” Sakura smirks at the thought, “I don’t feel very mature. Sometimes I feel like I’m not growing very much while your blossoming into womanhood---” “Your blossoming too.” (leans on Sakura’s shoulder) “You don’t know how lucky I am to be able to watch my precious Sakura blossom into womanhood, and be there with her so we can both reach that point of our lives together. It’s something I thought could never happen to a girl like me.” “I’m glad we could be together--- forever---” “Forever---” The two stop, and watch the clouds, letting the moment sink in. As they watch, Tomoyo reaches out and takes one of Sakura’s hands, holding it tight as she wraps her other arm around Sakura’s waist, drawing her close. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world to be in love with you.” “I’m lucky that we could be so close--- and that you love me as well.” Moments pass, and Sakura’s stomach growls. “---” “Back to eating?” Tomoyo chides gently, passing Sakura her food and playfully feeding her a bite by hand, pushing the morsel into her mouth and savoring her lip’s touch on her fingers. “Have to keep my brave Card Captor’s strength up. Tonight?” “Let’s get Fight tonight then.” The two go back to eating, occasionally bringing a bite of their food to the other’s mouth to playfully feed each other. ------ Neko Industrial Park Formerly the location of King Penguin Park Nighttime Nina was fussy and not in a talkative mood with Sakura--- until she saw Sakura’s new costume. “---santa’s naughty elf came early this year---” Nina whispered, suppressing the urge to laugh. Sakura was decked in fur from head to foot--- mostly. She wore a red outfit with white trim, a short red skirt with white fur frills, sleeveless top (again with the same white fur frills on her collar and so forth, long red gloves and hip hugging boots, and to top it off she wore a little red santa cap. “Santa’s naughty elves’ going to have it out? Sounds like a que‘ kinky Spice Channel pay-per-view event if you ask me.” Keiko remarking, looking Sakura up and down as she did. Sakura was blushing quite visibly, but Tomoyo was pleased with her new design. “I decided since Fight was going with a Christmas theme this year I’d match it with a Christmas theme for Sakura-chan.” “---Tomo-chan---” Sakura sweatdropped, feeling a little awkward in her costume. “Well I for one am pleased with how it turned out.” “Me too, Tomoyo!” Nina chipped in. “She’s just the CWUTIEIEST WITTLE WHELF!!” (Nina was now thoroughly enjoying herself at Sakura’s expense!) “I didn’t know Fight could change her appearance.” Eliza thought out loud. “Why the sudden change of clothes, and why a Christmas motif?” “I dunno.” (Kero) “Fight never changed her clothes for anything--- and thank god her clothes was magically maintained and cleaned between changes from card to human or she’d had been impossible to be around! She’s kinda stuck on her old clothes--- so I can’t figure out why she changed--- clothes that is.” “Maybe she’s finally getting into the holiday spirit?” Sakura put out, tugging abit on her skirt. “Nah. Fight’s the kind of girl who’d give Scrooge nightmares. She’s not into any holidays, just fighting and beating up people to test herself often, and that kinda makes her a bit of a killjoy during holidays like Christmas. Still, why the change---” Suddenly Sakura snaps her head about, her attention focused. “I sense something nearby--- something close---” “Is it Fight?” Tomoyo asked, her camera trained on Sakura as she raised her staff and closed her eyes to focus--- “Feels like it. But I have to get closer--- this way!” Before anyone can react she’s already in motion, moving fast with Tomoyo behind her followed by the others. “Wait up!” Nina gasped, lagging behind as everyone chased after Sakura, “It’s too close to Christmas for me to run like this! Shopping takes it out of me every year and my stamina’s screwed!” As they all round the corner they run right into Sakura--- staring awkwardly as a young couple walking in the park. The female, who had a passing resemblance to Fight, wore a long overcoat to keep warm as she cuddled next to her young man. She looked at Sakura strangely, and said “W-wh-what’s wrong? Why are you staring at m-me?” After a quick apology, Sakura ran on with the others following. “False alarm!” Sakura gasped, as she suddenly comes to a dead halt--- “I don’t get it. I feel Fight now--- but the feeling is behind us now---” “Where that young couple is?” Tomoyo asked, pulling Sakura up so she could lean on Tomoyo to catch her breath. “It wasn’t them though, was it?” “I don’t know---” “Can’t be. Fight is never the talkative type, and she’s about as warm and cuddly as a sharp object, while that young woman seemed very warm to that guy. Can’t imagine Fight being that cuddly to anyone.” “Why not?” Eve asks with a questioning glance towards Kero, “She could fall in love.” “She’s too obsessed with fighting to do anything. She can’t enjoy the holidays, she’s a dreadful cloud over everyone else’s enjoyment, and she’s not the most sociable card I ever spent time with. She’s just a total killjoy, I don’t see how that loving young woman could be our Fight.” “Anyway, is someone going to magically appear behind us or---” “Nope.” Everyone turns, coming face to face with Rena. “I don’t think Meilin’s coming.” “She came last time when Fight was around--- maybe she went to New King Penguin Park?” Sakura pondered, to which Rena only shook her head. “I think she’d rather be with her pony-girl than here.” “Or we could have just stopped at the hotel and hurried over.” The new voice was deeper, stronger. As they all turned to the new voice they saw Meilin, walking side by side with a tall Palominian woman (dressed in the black uniform of the Judgements) come towards them. Meilin wore black also, but it was adorned with little things that reminded Sakura so much of Meilin’s old costume. Nina sighed, ‘Thank god she changed clothes! If her costume was as kinky as the Anime made it look she’d be an embarrassment to work with--- walking panty shot all the way.’ Xai turns her attention squarely on Sakura, “Sakura, isn’t it?“ (she nods her head) “Is she here?” “I sensed something before, but it wasn’t her.” “Let me be the judge of that.” Xai turns, raises her head, and sniffs the air abit. As she paces in a tight circle she continues to sniff the air as if looking for a scent. “I thought you were marrying a pony, not a dog, Meilin---” (Xai turns and glares at Rena, silencing her) “It’s a simple Palominian trait. I have a very good sense of smell, even to an extent into the mystical range of smells.” “Can you smell Fight’s scent?” (Kerberos) “She doesn’t bathe too often so I figure she must have some scent!” “I mean her power. It gives off an electrical scent. The kind you smell when the air‘s filled with static electricity.” Xai shakes her head. “More like there’s two scents. One human covering over the electrical energy--- did you see any coup---?” (they were already running, leaving the two behind) “Hey!” “Don’t run away without us! Hey!!” (Meilin frowns, stomping her foot) “I hate it when she does that!” Quickly she goes into a dead sprint, with Xai close behind. “She’s always running off and not thinking things through! Hard headed! I thought she grew out of it!” “Maybe she needs more time!” Xai remarked, her pace steady and neck to neck with Meilin’s. ----- Sakura reached Fight first, grabbing her arm and spinning her around. The male she was with was shocked, but tried to get between the two. Sakura, however, still charged from the run, swung her arm out expecting an attack from Fight. Big mistake. Her staff strikes the male in the head knocking him over. For long seconds nothing, both stand there in shock. Everything happened so fast that neither had a chance to recover from the quickness of the confrontation. Fight shakes suddenly, and from her twisting lips her voice brings forth a horrified shriek. Quickly Sakura braces herself, steadying herself for an attack--- that doesn’t happen. Fight drops to her knees, scooping him into her arms crying. As Nina & Eliza check on him, Fight kneels there with him in her arms shivering and crying. “I’m sorry---” Sakura whispers, kneeling down, “I’m sorry! I didn’t---” Fight wouldn’t stop shaking, she didn’t want to look at Sakura though--- she only wanted her to go away. “Fight, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to---” Fight gently puts him into Eliza’s care, looking at Sakura, her eyes teary as she stands. Her fists clench and unclench, her breath ragged, her stance strong but waivering. She closes her eyes and raises her head as if looking into the night sky--- then she speaks. ----- All she ever knew was how to fight. Violence was an artform to her. She could speak, but never wanted to. She only wanted to fight. One night she ran into someone she couldn’t beat--- and he wasn’t going to let her off with only a warning. He and a couple of his friends were her targets. They played dirty and brought her down hard, using devices that shot out wire that clipped into her, and sent thousands of volts of electricity through her body. She was too numb to feel anything, but not numb enough in her senses to know when they dragged her into the brush and raped her. That’s when he came. He was jogging and came to her rescue. She watched, while one of her captors held her nude body, as he took a harsh beating and was dropped next to her to watch. She couldn’t bear to look, but she had to--- and he was still only concerned for her. He fought for her. Not for the love of fighting, or the desire to find worthy opponents to beat--- but he wanted to come to her aid. Be her--- what was it? Knight in shining armor? She thought the notion of such a thing was an absurd thing. Whenever Kero and the others would watch a story about brave male knights saving hapless females thanks to the Toon card’s shows, she would storm off in a huff. The idea of women needing me to save them was absurd. She didn’t need anyone--- until then. When she saw how much he suffered for her, and still only cared about her safety--- she knew she found something better than fighting--- ----- “I can help!” Sakura brings Fight’s attention back to the real world, holding out her staff. “I’m glad you found someone to be happy with. I don’t want you to lose that. Here. Let me help you.” Sakura raises the staff upwards, holding it tight. “Clow Card give your power unto me--- and be---” A flash of light obscures Sakura’s vision and then nothing. The impact slams into her hard, sending her flying across the grass to land under a tree, blood flowing from her nose. “SAKURA!!!” Tomoyo screams, quickly rushing over to where she laid, picking her up gingerly in her arms. As she turns to stare as Fight, the two notice she was the one who landed the blow. Fight, teeth clenched, lowered her hand, slightly bloodied by the impact, and frowns. She wasn’t done with her story yet. ------ As they turned her over on her back, holding her down, they turned her head towards her savior. So she could watch as one of her assailants flipped him over, and violated him. He was the first one to rape her, so she couldn’t believe what he was doing--- let alone how much sadistic pleasure he took in hitting him and--- goddess, it shook Fight to the core of her being. She’s done a great many things to her opponents, but she’s never been so--- evil to them when they were down. This, this affront was unforgivable. What they did to her she could understand. They were only males, that she could grasp (them doing it to her) but to him? The thought disgusted her. In front of her shocked, disbelieving eyes she watched this--- and it sank into her mind. They were nothing more than animals. Horrid, vicious animals that walked upright like men. And that sickened her and made her very very angry. She wanted to do horrible things to them. Things only she could do. It took her time to heal from her wounds, but she could crawl to him--- take him home--- and they would heal together--- but when she healed she came back for them--- the first one she found assaulting a young girl the same age as Mistress Sakura when she was first sealed by her. Her rage boiled over, and Fight did more than “fight” him--- she obliterated him. How different, she once mused, than how she treated her savior. Her hands, which could break bone and flesh, were gentle as the caressing touch of a light breeze against her lover’s body--- her limbs which could deliver steel hard blows, now soothed and comforted. Her body which could withstand the most concentrated attacks, melted like butter to his touch as she made love to him--- and each confirming to the other that they were still whole entities, if not both human than at least whole enough to survive the worst man can do and come out intact, or close to that. But the man beneath her was not her lover. She saved her gentlest smiles, comforting touch, and her love for him. This thing beneath her, this animal--- he meant nothing to her. Her rage and anger made her murderous in her rage, and she utterly destroyed him to the point of it being near barbarous what she did to him. But she wasn’t done. She wanted them all--- and she nearly had them--- except for the man who first raped her--- then violated the man she calls her darling beloved. She wanted to kill him. Beat him. For her lover. For herself. For everyone who suffered because of him. And for that she needed her power--- and wasn’t going to give it up easily. ----- Fight steps back slowly watching for any movements, until she reached him, and picked him up. Before anyone could move she was off, running like crazy to get away. But right now everyone was more focused on Sakura than Fight--- but still--- as Tomoyo tended to Sakura, tears flowing down her face as she fussed and cared for her beloved? Well, when they left that night to capture Fight they all knew that it wasn’t going to be easy--- the situation had only gotten a lot more complicated. And they didn’t like that one bit.
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