[glow=red,2,300]My Death Will Only Prove That You Are Kira, So If I Die,
So Do You[/glow]
I cringe, holding my arms infront of my body, when my wings extend to take the rapiers blast. the pain hit me, and i hold in a wimper. 'stay calm...calm...' i tried to calm the burning flame inside, the flame wishing for blakes death. i didnt want to kill anymore, but protect the ones who need it, like ivy protected me.
I take a breath and held my wing, its grey feathers drenched in red from the sword. the sight of it was a bit too much for me, since i wasnt in my cell anymore, the bl... had effected me, and i turn pale.
"you..." I start
YOU GAVE ME ALL THESE FEARS, ALL THESE MEMORIES, ALL THE PAIN, BECAUSE YOU WANT ME TO FEEL NOTHING BUT SORROW, WELL NEWS FLASH, PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!
My eyes flash a luminous Flame red color, my hair shined like the moonlight and grown out of the ponytail to my waist. my pale skinny figure grew taller and lean, and my cut face into one of a china doll that was scared. My red stained ripped dress, mended and white as it once was, falling to my knees. My wings, however, grew more currupt at my change, showing a desire to kill.
what once was torn and stained feathers was now scared, black as ashes, very large wings that looked as if they were a childs snowflake project. my breathing grew heavy as my ten year old appearance fit my age, my hands cut and bruised from blake. A small, red, crystal like pendant dangled by my neck. my childish voice went to a mature tone. "My world will be a reality...and you wont live to see it..."I unfold my tarnished wings, reaching a span of about 7 feet. my bare feet stood firmly on the ground as my cold gaze fell to blake. My hands in a violent position.
[glow=red,2,300]I Am Kikuri, And I May Not Use My Death Note, But It Is Still Just As Powerful. Kira, I Hope You Understand That This "Partnership", Was A Mistake That Will Cost You Your Life.
And I Hope That I Am There To See You Die.[/glow]
[shadow=red,left]But If I Do Die, Then I Leave You With The Choice Of It. A Heart Attack? Maybe I Get Stabbed? Lets Just Say That You Better Do An Awful Lot Of Writing In That Note Book Of Yours, Because Six Minutes And Forty Seconds Won't Be Enough I Can Assure You That[/shadow]