trauma; flashback [p]
Jul 8, 2011 8:46:20 GMT -8
Post by daisy on Jul 8, 2011 8:46:20 GMT -8
♥; beautiful disaster
...My heels skidded against the ground, one hand trailing in the dirt to steady myself as i landed. At the back of my mind, i wondered how on earth my stilettos had held up during this gruelling fight. No time to spare for such thoughts, i steadied myself and rose to my feet, wiping sweat from my forehead, my carefully applied foundation gone long ago. Eyes somehow managing to stay cool, i searched frantically for Kain, lips red from both blood and my trademark lipstick trembling slightly, as i tried to bite back the terror and pain that were plaguing me.
"Darling?" That one word, so common to me, seemed so terribly forced and out of place, the battle erupting around me swallowing up my usually aloof and fabulous composure. I scanned the battlefield, tangled strands of blonde falling from the hairspray and dancing before my eyes in disarray.
"Kain?!" I called out again, unable to quell the fear that rose up in my heart as i couldn't see him. We had jumped together, landing amongst the enemy forces in a surprise attack, only our perfect teamwork keeping us alive... Or at least, keeping me alive. No, that simply couldn't be the case. He was immensely capable, moreso than myself, though i'd never admit it.
No time though to ponder such morbidity, i was needed. I could barely make out the familiar Iwa headband amongst the swarm of foreign ninja, their allegiance unknown to me, but their intentions all too clear. Turning sharply on the point of my heel, i dashed over to my allies, handseals a blur as i swept into their midst, my usually perfectly made up countenance a mask of grim determination. Hands lashed out, chipped and broken nails still bearing a hint of their so recent polish as silk came streaming out, lashings of spider thread seeking blood, ensnaring and leashing enemies, making them perfect targets for my fellow stone shinobi to destroy.
Twirling around, some vestige of my typical grace remaining even in the heat of battle, a sharp kick sent an attacker flying backwards, his bloodied face remaining in my mind's eye even as i continued the carnage. As more closed in, i grabbed my chain, its full length darting out as i struck down a black garbed assailant, ribbon trailing behind the deadly blade as i manipulated its path, bringing it down upon another of them. My stockings were torn, my brooches and gauze all askew, but for once i did not care. Necklaces and rings had been lost and discarded, my gorgeous fur throw trampled into the ground some time ago, but still i fought. I fought with all i had, my whip jerked backwards and coiled rapidly around my fist as i swung out at a woman leaping towards me, her kunai sparking against the links of metal as she struck. I could see traces of eyeliner smudged tears on her cheeks, and realised that it was the same for many of these people. And yet, as i kicked her legs out from under her and stomped heavily on her stomach, i knew that as a shinobi, this was my reality...
How did that memory end? Perhaps i should ask Kain, trapped as we were in this cage. What a strange time to recall the so recent turmoil of the war. Yet, despite the freshness of the event, i could barely remember exactly what happened at that time. Oh Coco, you're going soft darling! But still, it's bothersome now... What had happened to him back then...?