So the cycle starts turning. (Open)

The air was something new, something fresh. It was a mystical thing, untold, unexplored. It was something that Shisome would find herself facing once more. However, now she had more powers, more things under her belt. The longer it became, the more she found herself with a basic, bare understanding of the entirety of things. The girl felt her steps flutter on the ground, as her long black strands flew in the wind. Strangers passed her by, and then looked back with curious looks. The girl was a perfect doll, her crimson eyes reflecting light in their interior, a sort of charming, too perfect look to her. Her skin was flawless, and almost ivory ; her hair was perfectly straight, disturbed only by her movement. Her legs seemed to carry her, further and further, feeling her fingers slip in the air, as they were open and empty at her side. On her body? A beautiful kimono. It was a gentle looking thing, with wild patterns. It gave, most of all, a wild and yet elegant look to the girl. She was a rampant inhuman ; a doll made of human creations, a beautiful similie of what humans were. Imperfect in her emotional state, and yet perfect in both mental and physical looks. It was an almost miracle that such a thing existed.

Or was she just the by-product of something more?

The girl felt her body move in the air, as if she had no worries. And that was true ; if something would attack her, they would easily find themselves defeated. Although weak in power, her capabilities and her intelligence made up for that. In a sense, she was everything and nothing, everyone and no one. She was just a being that existed in a flow of time, that could percieve and yet influence that flow in a strong manner. Although she denied such claims, due to be socially inept. But that wasn't the truth ; she just chose to abstain from society in itself. The girl's movements stopped, as a presence was now on her road. In the very middle, her body stood still, like a wavering, lingering presence. Her lips moved, but no words came out. It was just a movement, lost to the wind, as she waited. Soon, the presence would be in sight ; and standing there, in her kimono, and her wide, doll like frame of 4'9, she would stare. Those doll like orbs would stare easily, and once it was within ear shot, the girl's voice was simple. ''Who are you?'' she simply asked. For she was curious ; and curiousity was her sin, if any. After all, accumulating knowledge was something she dearly desired, no matter how, where or how dangerous it was.

Thus that led to this moment, as her curiosity yet again overwhelmed her.

Her question had been but simple courtesy in a way ; someone had found a girl and interrupted them on something strange. Or a doll had found something interesting ; the girl watched with her crimson eyes, the gaze dancing like the flickering twilight, blood splattered. Her features were beautiful, but she stopped not. Once the presence had made itself to her, she walked forward, the strands of midnight black flickering within the movements of air. There was a strong power associated to her ; a presence of one willed. It was a strange mixture ; of everything and yet nothing. As the person introduced themselves, the doll bowed. ''Pleased to meet you. My name is Saihossoku Shisome, a mere human.'' she spoke, her voice like the clarity of bells in summer. And her eyes looked up, something strange in them ; a flickering light, as she placed her hand outwards, catching a leaf that had blown in the wind. ''If one can surmise, you are not human. That is easily told from your introduction. However, I have met not one of your kind ; therefore, I may need to ask exactly what is a Danava or better yet, a Demon? In sociological, psychological and religious terms, a demon is a being of evil. They have no mercy, no sense of being ; they are the sinners of the world, those that would be better off dead then alive.'' spoke the girl.

Her words were advanced, her understanding further then most understood. Her eyes caught his features, the dullness, and the lack of will. ''Therefore, that would be a logical conclusion. However, your claims are interesting ; Suicide and Reincarnation. One of those would fit the requirements of a demon ; namely Suicide. It is a sin in the Catholic church, and many out of it regard on it with disdain. However, the secondary is not fitting ; Reincarnation is of a Buddist thought, and of a positive karma. Therefore, what is the composition of a Danava demon, to claim a thing like Origins and then name those two words? It is a curious factor indeed. That is the basis of my theory onto your race. As a person, I can see that you are not evil ; else wise, I would have felt your intent by now. In fact, I can only say you are terminally depressed and nothing more ; you are someone that has no light no guidance. As such, you cannot be evil ; by the same token, you cannot be good. A perfect word would be apathetically neutral ; wrapped in your own world, you do not see the vestiges in others.'' she said, her head tilting to the side, as she took an almost imperceptible breath. The girl had the capability of speech ; her words flowed seamlessly and even more so, in a steady, understandable pace.

''Relatively, our encounter here is coincidence ; but I can't help but theorize that you wished for something like this. Your heart calls out in it's loneliness.'' she said softly. In fact, this was in a way true ; for Shisome was an empath. Therefore, his heart's beating, the emotions that ran on a subconscious and unperceivable level? She understood in the easiest of fractions. It was the capability of a girl, a doll like creature, to understand those around her. She waited for him to answer or assimilate her theory, knowing that if he wished to kill her, it would not be directly. Why? Because it would counter his origin ; which was labelled as Suicide and Reincarnation. Therefore, a direct killing would not fall into either of those categories.. she figured that he was bound by those origins as rules. However, that was once more, just part of her theory.. and as such, she waited for the results, extremely curious.

Her gaze was blood on the sight ; she was observing him, and every movement. Every word was recorded perfectly ; in a way, she was the perfect archive. If anyone could get into her mind, they would notice so many things that many would've thought impossible. And mixed with her own thinking capability? She could easily topple the world if she had such a desire. In fact, in sheer gathering information, she could possibly give the Yuudeshi network a run for it's observing money. The girl absorbed everything he said like a sponge. Taking in certain key words, she noted right away his shut down of further questions on a certain vein. That made things interesting ; so she would have to research those terms. Perhaps to some in the school, it would raise red flags. But her mind quickly scrolled, and she found that the book she was heading towards to, to acquire, might in fact be connected to this Touketsu, due to it's inherently demonic and yet not nature. That was something to think of, as the girl's gaze softly looked upon this male. Yes, he was interesting, as she walked up slowly to him, closer now ; a mere foot and a half away from the male actually. The girl was more curious about him, but she did not give in as of yet. She would research ; and maybe ask around. Perhaps even try to see if Shadin would let her use the Yuudeshi network.. if he remembered her.

She wasn't that important after all.

In fact, wouldn't the world be better off without her?

People wouldn't have to deal with her existence then.

And they wouldn't have to suffer.

Startled, the girl heard the male's question interrupt a strange line of thought. The girl focused instead on his question, her subconscious feeding her the information she needed to catch up. ''To be fair, I am not quite sure what I have become.'']he girl honestly. Was there a point to lie to this man? None. Shisome was usually quiet, but as such, she always was straight forward and honest with her statements. ''I can only theorize ; my base power is a unique thing, allowing me to adapt and change my being as it suits, gaining powers from those I am close with. Relatively, it may be power survival ; or it may be just simple adaptability. In either case, I have been around Nature Iramasha, Suigura's and perhaps innumerable others. It is more then likely the cause of my need for research, for until recently, I had been quite unaware of the spiritual word. And I dare say one thing ; I am perhaps already adapting off of you, as well.'' she said. Her statements were clear, and facts in a way. She never lied, as the girl just relaxed her emotions, her empathy allowing her to identify with the male ; and more so, if her theory was right, then she was adapting. Learning. Letting him become a part of her in a strange way. That was more then likely her capability.

It was a bit scary, if she thought of it that way, but since when did Shisome feel fear? She had never felt such a thing before ; always, she had been defiant, and most of all? She had always been strong. There was no objections to that statement, as she let her body relax once more, letting her control slip into every core. It was easier then breathing. She was a child of control, of sophisticated analytical thought and most of all? A child full of curiosity. But nothing.. would stop her, as her crimson gaze stared upon the male, ready for whatever else he wished to state.

Loneliness. She could feel it seeping out of him, his pores, his very being; it made her sad, and almost want to hug the poor fellow. The male seemed to be shattered in some way, as the girl, ethereal, was more and more sinking into him; she could feel him, dancing before her, the flame of a death by one's self, a suicide, and then the rebirth of that self following that, Reincarnation. She could feel how her explanation was lost on him; did he not understand? The girl's own mental stress was at a level that could break, if not shatter most human beings; however, his emotions were strong. They started to sweep and shake through the girl's body, bloody eyes widening at the storm that was brewing inside of them both; his slow need amounting higher, and higher; the reflection of it in her own being as well. She collected the terms, but her consciousness was busy focusing on him; in these moments, as the emotions rose, the causes would come to mind. Shisome would feel an intense pressure in the back of her skull, grinding her own being into a powder; the need to kill yourself, the powers that she contained demanded to be released. The shaking spread in her limbs, her entire body starting to break down at the thought; she was beginning to dive. There was something inherently wrong with that ideal, as she felt her eyes widened, further, and further, into a weird hole that she could not escape; the hole of the mind.

The feelings that trapped her were not her own; as he spoke, the doll like girl assimilated the words, her body shaking almost imperceptibly. His emotions were of depression; she could tell that he was probably thinking of the uselessness of his life. The girl felt herself move; impulsive for the first time in a long, long time, her body ran towards him. The speed at which she did so was inhuman; her fingers touched, and then wrapped around him, pressing her small frame into his, the strands of black falling like a curtain. Why was she shaking? Why was it that it felt like her own mind was breaking? ''It is already too late.'' she said softly, wrapping her arms tighter around the male. Was this out of character? But yet.. there was a desperation; wells of emotions long buried were bursting out at the seams, as tears began to stream down her face, slowly. The scent of Camilla's wafted from her hair, the girl clinging tighter; there was no way she was going to let go. ''Don't fade!'' she yelled into his chest, the emotions rising like a cresting wave; it washed over her heart, mind and reason like a blanket, smothering them into a single being. ''Don't kill yourself, don't die! You can live! If only you let yourself life, will you get to see what it gives!'' she yelled, understanding. Her own life was worthless too wasn't it? There was nothing of value in her daily life but habits, routine, and repetitive tasks.

And yet.. even though she wanted to throw that away.. why not? Appreciate the beauty, and the life that were given to them. Could he hear her? Would her voice reach him? That was a question she was asking both him and herself.. for both of their sakes.

Exit The Himegami

My path has become much longer

The strangeness of the emotions that had swelled over her was like a painful throb. And yet she could understand their source; his emotions, and his origins, imprinted onto herself. And yet.. that was not just it; the very same emotions had been felt around her before. And Shisome knew that it was perhaps.. a memory she sought. But she could not let him die for the foolishness of obtaining a memory; understanding that in the very instant was difficult for her to put into words. Her shaking form was perhaps unusual, as she just held onto him, her small frame refusing to move away. The warmth of someone else; they might not be human, but still, it was another being with a heart, with a soul, and most of all, with love and compassion. She understood that, and she wanted to preserve that. That was perhaps something she had always felt she wanted to preserve; perhaps she wanted to preserve the very freedom of those expressions, this place, earth. Her small frame wasn't embraced, but slowly, the emotions shifted and changed within him; like something was coming from the deep parts of his core, coming forward and consuming those feelings from before; chasing away the sadness, and the emptiness from the very him that existed right here. Shisome could sense that change, and felt her heart lighten; it was like he had chosen to walk forward, instead of backwards. That in itself was something immensely precious, as the girl could almost feel all of them wane.

And then she could feel something else rise within him; an emotion of hope perhaps. The question that he spoke was innocent, almost as if he was unsure of how to feel any of this; and Shisome knew no better then him to be fairly honest. But he was there; he wanted to ask her, and only her how to go forward. And the doll like girl felt like she owed him that; even if he didn't understand the cost, on some level, she understood it from the adaptation she had preformed with him. That meant that he had given up a part of himself, and was reborn anew in a new sense; so the girl could do the very least of her own part, and teach him what she did know.. and show him to people that could help them both, perhaps. The girl's tears were running down her face for a few more moments, as she began to slowly relax herself from the cresting waves of emotions that had overtaken her; and slowly, she peeled herself away from him, taking in a deep breath. Yes, she could move forward now, with him as well, as she slowly wiped her eyes to get rid of the salted water that was remaining on her cheeks. Her innocent gaze looked up at him, and smiled; a faint smile that few had ever even seen on her lips. ''Yes.. I will do my best Dayalu'' she responded to him.

Breathing out, she realized that she had no idea what to do next. So a moment of silence passed perhaps. ''... How.. about we go register you at the school.'' she said softly, picking an avenue of choice. Yes, school would be a good choice, as the girl looked up at the male, wondering.. wondering what he thought of her? ''Would.. that be suitable for you?'' she asked, a little bit insecure. She had no idea what she was doing to be fairly honest.. but perhaps this was the start of a friendship that would span a long time.. maybe eternities or some such. And.. perhaps it was first time she wanted to do something like that by her own will. The question was, if it would succeed or fail.. and well Shisome didn't have much of an answer for that one just yet.

Exit The Himegami

My path has become much longer