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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Dec 20, 2015 0:36:39 GMT -6
"Pain":Kita knocked as she opened the door slowly to Evita's room. "Evita? It's Kita sweetie." She walked in the room closing the door behind her. "Evita..." She looked around seeing her nowhere in sight. Thought the bathroom door was standing open. She crossed the room calling to her again.
"Evita? Are you in there sweetie?"
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Dec 20, 2015 0:43:36 GMT -6
“Go away!” Evita cried out hoarsely, crouched in the shower, her back leaning against the cold tiles, her hands like bars around the bracelets on her arms, forcing her powers back to rest. Blood dripped to the floor. From cuts on her fingers. That had been the second time she’d attacked her father….
A sneering voice echoed in her mind and she curled up, blood squirting as the threads threatened to whip out. “You’re not real…. you’re not…..”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Dec 20, 2015 0:51:07 GMT -6
Kita shook her head even though Evita could not see her, "I am not going anywhere, sweetie. Come out and talk to me." She knocked on the door so Evita knew she was right outside the bathroom door.
"Come on. Its just me and you. I bet you if I try hard enough I could find your favorite ice cream in the kitchen. What do you say we share the gallon together. Just us two girls. We can talk or ... not. Its all up to you."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Dec 20, 2015 1:04:36 GMT -6
Evita's resolution wavered at the promise of ice cream. But as the voice of that man whispered in her head, she lashed out again. "I don't need your help!" she screamed, threads ripping out from under her fingers. Another crack appeared on the mirror. And one thread sliced open her cheek. She gritted her teeth and wiped at the blood, eyes whirling.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Dec 20, 2015 1:11:37 GMT -6
Kita sighed, "Evita, listen to me. What happen to you..." Kita grew silent, closed her eyes and took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she spoke to the girl. "The same thing happened to me. I know what your going through. I know how you feel. I just want to help you. I want to be there for you. Its hard to do it alone. I know... I had to go through what happen to me alone." She pushed the door open a little more.
"Please Vita, let me help you. I can help the pain go away." Kita stepped up next to the tub and looked down at the young girl. "I can help and I promise. The bastard that did this to you will pay by my hands."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Dec 20, 2015 1:25:56 GMT -6
For a long time, Evita was silent. And then, she started speaking. “It hurts…” Evita whispered. “The wounds … I can’t see them….. but …. they’re there….” Tears blurred her visions and she tossed her head around, hands grabbing at the threads, head throbbing as she struggled with the quivering power in her head. “I want him to die… horribly. I want…. to see … I want to see it…”
She ducked her head further. “But …. I don’t want to see Mother die again….” Her hands slipped in the blood on her arms. “I’ve become nothing…. I could do nothing!"
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Dec 20, 2015 1:42:09 GMT -6
Kita shook her head and stepped toward her, reaching out she touched the top of her head stroking her wet hair, "No sweetie. That's not true. He took advantage of you. A young girl. He is a sick man. One that does not deserve to live for what he did to you or any other woman he has come into contact with."
She sat on the edge of the tub talking to her calmly as she stroked her hair. "I tell you what. When I finally get my hands on the Bastard I will drag him to Las Noches and let him pay a visit to your fathers torture chamber." Kita grinned, "I am sure we can find some fun toys down there to play with him with." She chuckled softly. "There are a few I saw down there I would like to have used on your father and few others here."
As Kita spoke she felt a few new reiatsus enter the adjoining room, Vale's being one, suddenly Sojiro's spiked and her heart dropped.In a flash Kita left Evita's side, "Evita I will be right back, sweetie."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Dec 20, 2015 15:22:52 GMT -6
Evita just nodded and turned the water on, leaning against the wall as the droplet covered her and her clothes. She huddled down. Wanting nothing more than to disappear. Her mind flashed from her mother's death, to Naito ramming into her as he held her in chokehold against her bedroom wall, to her past time she had told no one about.
Of watching those joined together in the park and pulling them apart. Being intrigued at how they rushed back together. Like her mother and Ichigo.... She closed her eyes, letting herself be soaked. What a disgusting thing it turned out to be....
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Dec 20, 2015 15:28:56 GMT -6
Kita entered the bathroom again grabbing a towel from the counter, then turned off the shower pouring down on the young girl. She unfolded the towel holding it out for Evita to step into.
"Remove your wet clothes before you catch cold. You and I are going for a walk."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Dec 20, 2015 16:02:29 GMT -6
Evita turned angry eyes towards her and snatched the towel, wrapping it around herself. Blood from her hands seeped into the white fabric. Much like her mother’s had through her mattress.
“Only if I get ice cream,” she blurted out. A moment later, she blushed and lowered her eyes, tears pricking at her eyelids. “Forget it. I’ll be there in a minute. Grabbing some clothes from the bed, she disappeared behind a screen of a dragon.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Dec 20, 2015 21:35:48 GMT -6
When Evita emerged from behind the dressing screen the two left the room together. To where? Anywhere their feet would take them. Kita's goal was to get Evita from that room and show her life was still moving forward. With or without her and she was part of the movement she witnessed in Las Noches. Kita reassured her that the Quincy that did what he did to her was not going to get away with his actions. Her father and herself, were going to make sure of that.
There were tears shared, tender hugs and playful banter between her adopted niece and herself. She even took the the effort to allow her to see Ichigo if that is so what she wished and wanted. Their paths even crossed the Shopkeepers as they sat and talk to him. She let Evita know she was not alone, not now, not ever and if she ever needed anyone they were and always will be there for her.
When the two were finally starting to feel the drain of the day on their bodies, Kita walked Evita back to her room giving her a gentle hug. Evita returning her hugs with a tighter one and thanking her for the talk. Kita reminded her that the road she was traveling was still lined with bumps and forks, but as long as she did not bottle it up in side her and vented it in a proper way the healing process was well on its way. Evita nodded slowly giving her Aunt another hug before retreating to her room.
Pleased with her work Kita turned and opened a Godly gate. Soul Society was her next stop. She was drained mentally and a hot bath was the next step in her day to finally unwind and relax. She stepped in the gate as it closed behind her leaving only the leaking hollows in the halls of the Fifth tower.~END RP~ "Fear":
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jan 21, 2016 0:13:17 GMT -6
"The Last Six Months": (continued)
A large crash echoed out, and Evita folded her arms, glaring at what had been a vase but was now broken pottery fragments. She’d only tried to roll it. And it yet it had been thrown across the room. She looked down at her hands. Her bright eyes swirled. How much longer would it take to undo what that bastard had done to her?
Six months had passed since she’d learned of her rapist’s death, and yet, she still was no closer to regaining the finesse on her powers. She’d learned to keep her threads from tearing into anything that entered the room, but she was having trouble with everything else.
She kicked at a chair. “I should have killed him.”
Now, she’d never get that privilege.Fade
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