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Entering the bath area visibility was low, the steam from the hot water had rose and heated the room creating a subtle fog that lingered. Looking around as if perplexed by the situation she soon placed the clothes down and stripped herself of the bloodied rags that had also readily stuck to her body. Her curves where highlighted by the paleness of her white skin, Sayomi's slender body shivered from the airs touch, she had gone quite awhile without an appropriate bath.

Dipping her toes in the large square tub she quickly plucked it back. It was hot, very hot. The heat soon flushed her face as she plunged her entire lower half into the water and sat down. Reaching for the water she paused, halting both her trembling hands for a moment All was still save for the slow sway of the water, until finally she brought he left hand to her face, tracing the contours of her visage with her fingers, the ones he cleaned.

Her fingers gingerly ran over her lips playfully before she opened her mouth excitedly and licked them. The same ones he'd lick. A warm felling felt lodged within her chest, and it burned with that of fire, hotter than the now cool water. Plucking the fingers covered with her saliva she didn't want to wash it, not yet at least. Now Sayomi had ran into a truly vexing problem. Ashura had already cleaned her hands so to speak and she wished to hold onto the indirect contact he exposed her to.

She wasn't willing to part with it so easily.

Not yet.

"Ashura.... Me..."

She whispered.

It was decided. Sayomi planned to wash herself with but one hand, saving the other for herself. Was it weird? Maybe, but she was a weird to begin with and he accepted her; however, there were no thoughts of sharing her decision with hi,. She'd keep it to herself.

Soon she'd cleaned her defiled body, it glistened with water as she stepped out, drying her body and running he fingers through her hair she revealed her full face. Intrigued by a mirror that reflected the image of herself she gazed into the glass at what she saw, but somehow she didn't recognize, Sayomi Saika.

That girl was lost to the past, but a new one had been born upon the night of red. His voice traveled, echoing into her ears she instinctively opened the door; however she was still naked as she stepped in his line of sight, her pale body revealed in its underdeveloped glory. She looked at him with eyes that only translated the thought of hunger as she fumbled with the clothes while trying to walk to where the smell of fish was.

Slipping into the loose fitting pants she waited for him to speak .

"Uchiha Ashura....."

His named rolled from her lips as nostalgia embraced her mind. She had fragmented thoughts about the inn, about the crimson eyes that burned of hell fire. She remembered the indescribable sensation that wrapped around her when she gazed into the eyes of the vermilion beast, swallowed whole by the forsaken eyes of the disowned.

She pushed aside the chilling thought as time ticked away. Noticing he sat up, she did so, still thinking if she could truly do this. Blending in with society, becoming a person who wasn't a killer would be quite the long shot, but she was still mentally ill. In other words, crazy. Her thoughts were interrupted when he offered her his hand. Slowly she reached out, extended her hand until her slender fingers connected with his and took his hand. It was as if she was reaching out for hope - a hope that had become physical, simply so that she could finally attain it.

He spoke of being the devils son, of believing in her even though she lacked such convicted faith within her own ability to remain within the realm of the sane. Even so she had no idea what lay ahead for her, what mistakes or tumble she would take, but he seemed sincere in his level of wanting to help her, to protect her. There was only one thing she could do, blindly follow Ashura as she had did the All Mother. Off of the ground now she was upon her feet, still a bit wary she shuffled her feet while flipping her bang over her face.

"Home..."

A place and word foreign to her yet he used it with such familiarity, she couldn't help but feel at ease.

"Lets!"

Spinning in the direction he had began walking she tottered beside Ashura, like a pet would its humble master. It was a new start for her, not as Anzu, but as Sayomi and this story had yet to truly begin.

She almost laughed at his quick response.

It seemed he was serious about denouncing her given alias pinned on her by a certain man who she wouldn't even allow to enter her thoughts. Instead, he sought only to know her by Sayomi-the innocent girl stolen away and driven to madness. She had not answer for him so she simply stayed silent with what little thoughts that crept into her now quieted mind. Deep down though she knew the All Mother was still somewhere with her, somewhere lurking and waiting to bewitch her once more.

There something, something inexplicable that pushed Ashrua to believe she could change, that could allow him to forgive her evil, but what was it? She couldn't comprehend and it perplexed her to no end. The words that preceded were strangely warming. They sent cold chills throughout her body and a extreme heat kissed her body hot afterwards. He was saving her from herself? She almost cried as she bit her lip, but she wouldn't allow it. She couldn't trust in such kindness... no matter how much she wanted to, but she really wanted to believe in him or else she'd sink again and this time all the way to the bottom where no hand could reach.

Left with his haunting words, hours passed and she found herself nodding off several times, her face had been nestled between his shoulder and neck.

When he paused and slipped her slender body from off of him she fully awoke, though her body was still weak, she could feel the fatigue of her muscles. They burned but not as intensely as before, wobbling she looked at him, her hair disheveled, revealing her entire face beneath the faint moonlight that bathed her frame. Her eyes widened whilst Ashura's extended hand revealed his removed headband. He was offering her hope, something she'd never before been given for a long, long time. She was speechless, words completely left her as she stood befoore him in arms length.

Could she simply forget everything and go with him hoping to be saved? What of her victims? Her state of mind? She was beyond saving yet he still wanted to.

It was heartbreaking...

"I can't be saved from the darkness... "

With what little strength she had left, Anzu attempted to tackle and pin Ashura to the ground, driving her forearm into his upper body. Her face was a mixture of emotions: craziness, fear, yearning, hopelessness. She was lost and couldn't find her way to his kindness. It was simply too much for her.

"You think I can just go back? Look at me, I'll never fit in! My hands are covered in blood and it won't come off! My mind has long been shattered, iv'e been dwelling in insanity for too long and escape has become impossible!"

A few tears had fell from her eyes, yet the look on her face suggested she wanted to rip him into pieces, the sadistic look plastered upon her visage mirrored the devils. Still straddled atop Ashura she pulled back her hair and the top part of her shirt revealing the black, menacing curse mark upon the nape of her neck. It howled as chakra was released and fed to it.

"I can't go back... I'm too far lost..."

Her body was baptized in evil, callous energy as she transformed into the same insipid form he laid eyes upon in the inn. This was her darkness left behind when she had been abducted, her curse.

"If I killed your family, your close friends... all because you took me in. Could you forgive me? Could you forgive yourself?"

The demon looked Ashura in his eyes as she reveled in the energy that absorbed her, that tainted her mind. There was no salvation for someone such as her; however, somewhere deep in the trenches of her mind.

She wanted to be saved.

His approach was slow and steady.

Closing her eyes, she felt herself being lifted over the boy's shoulder, her hair draping over her face. it'd take more than sugar coated words of kindness to win her over, not with what she had endured through. Nudging away, she found his grip to be quite firm as something cold touched her lips. Was her trying to help her, but why? Not long ago he had sent her into a nightmare, one of which she never thought she'd awake from. Loneliness still gripped her tightly, it made her human to say the least.

"Ashura?"

The top of the bottle slipped between her lips and the healing liquid begin trickling down her throat. It had a bitter, rough taste to it, one that didn't sit quite well with her. Once the bottle was removed she coughed a few times before she could answer him.

"It's Sayomi."

She hadn't used that name- her true name in so long. The name Anzu had been branded onto her soul by her abductor and it simply stayed with her. She didn't know why but something had changed when she lost contact with her All Mother, something within her clicked and she was frightened of this sudden change. Anzu's eyes peered from behind his shoulder, she was confused still and had no idea what he planned for her. She was scared to ask, she even question herself for feeling fear, she had no idea what to do with herself.

It was two years all over again

"What are you gonna do to me?"

She whispered into his ear.

The nightmare had finally ended.

With the genjutsu finally dispelled her body convulsed erratically. Violent, rough shivers erupted throughout her body as her brain processed the debilitating pain that sent fire through every nerve within her small body. Abruptly she fell to the ground with a hard thud. Landing on her side her, Anzu's vision flickered in and out like a candle before the flame died. With her mind in disarray she could see the shadowed figure of the boy walking towards her; however she could not move. Her body couldn't respond. The suffering she went through was just like the pain she endured two years ago.

If not for that unforgettable anguish she may had very well died.

"It's okay, you can sleep."

A tear rolled from her closed eyelid. Finally the darkness took her and she found solace in unconsciousness. It had returned, her emotional crutch to was once more with her. It had been such a long time since Sayomi had experienced such emotions: fear, pain, loneliness, happiness. They were aspects of her former self lost when her descent into madness had began.

It seemed fate had divined something else for Anzu.

Just maybe her humanity could be found.