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do you hear this breath, it's an obessive breath

WHO: Kraehe, Mytho, Fakir, Duck, Ivy, anyone else who wants to rescue the idiot poof.
WHERE: Some old abandoned church thing.
WHEN: Tuesday evening.
WARNINGS: Creepy petting, crazy Desire'd crowgirl, possible violence.
SUMMARY: Rue has kidnapped Mytho (again), and is keeping him in a creepy old church! Concerned individuals come to save him, and crazy ensues.
FORMAT: Paragraph or something.

The light of the sunset filtered in through the church's filthy window, casting a dim light over the interior. Ravens lined the walls and pews, watching the center of the room with a certain interest. In the center, on the only undamaged pew, Kraehe sat, leaning over Mytho's sleeping form, watching him carefully.

It wasn't enough. Before, she would have been overjoyed just to be near him, to see his lovely face, to have him in her arms. But now there was hole of wanting within her he could not fill, now, it seemed to hurt her just to look at him. Why? Why was it no longer enough for her to have him with her?

Her hands tightened into fists. It was Fakir's fault, it had to be. Every time she looked at Mytho she thought of him, how this was normal with, how he could spend as much time with Mytho as he wanted, yet he left him alone and left him wanting for love. The thought of it made her furious. He didn't deserve him. He didn't deserve anything, save for the awful fate that had already been decided for him.

She reached over, gently running her fingers through Mytho's hair. He would meet it soon, she thought. And no one would stop her.

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No one was listening...

they never listened, only doing what they wanted to, never thinking about--

Mytho tensed slightly. It was getting stronger again, like it always did when there was fighting... The voice inside his head that reminded him of how Fakir was when he yelled, of how Rue was when she made demands...

The shards Tutu had given him back... none of them felt like this did. This feeling that the Raven's blood had brought with it...

"Kraehe. Stop it."

The softness was gone from his voice, replaced by a firmer tone, almost commanding as the gold in his eyes shifted ever so slightly towards red...

And Kraehe wouldn't even have had the opportunity to kill Fakir if he hadn't rushed in half-cocked, though Duck was hardly one to criticize such actions. She'd just been about to put in her two cents when Mytho spoke. There was something different about his tone. But he was entirely right to tell Rue to stop. She only hoped Rue would listen.

She kept hold of Fakir's hand, afraid that if she lost him, he would lose control.

She looked over at Mytho, staring at him almost helplessly.

"Don't leave then," she said quietly, in a voice only he could hear. "I'll stop, I'll do anything you ask, just please, don't leave me all alone again." She didn't even care about killing Fakir, not anymore. After all, he would just come back angrier. No, now all she wanted was Mytho.

Suddenly, the ravens stopped their attacks, and began returning to their perches.

The roots retracted as the ravens pulled back. Ivy watched the girl across the room from her carefully, her arms crossed. Kraehe's words struck disturbingly close to home. She glanced back over her shoulder at Duck and Fakir.

"Duck, take your friend and go to the park." Her voice brooked for no argument and the roots twitched a bit, informing them that she was prepared to make them go.

Fakir slowly lowered his sword - not out of trust, but out of having no recourse - and stepped back. He'd already been thoroughly brutalized by Kraehe, and was only now starting to feel it. There was no way he'd risk being killed by someone who could control the damned ground.

He took Duck By the hand and started to lead her out of the church, only intending to go as far as the steps outside.

Mytho was quiet a long moment, looking at Kraehe. "I came to see you... I wanted to talk to you... I didn't leave you alone..." he said, voice regaining its soft tone, but firmer than normal. "I don't want to be alone either... however..."

He trailed off a moment, looking at her.

"Even when I'm with you, I still feel lonely... Fakir and Ahiru... I want to see them as well..."

Wordlessly, Duck followed at Fakir's side. When he stopped at the church steps, she walked a few extra and, tripped by the unbudging boy, fell back on her butt to the concrete ground, with a half-completed 'Quaaa!'

"Why do you want to see anyone else?" she asked desperately, grasping his hands in hers. "Why can't you just forget them, and stay with me?"

She lowered her voice, making sure only Mytho could hear her.

"After all, you and I are connected, Prince. More than anyone else. You belong to me."

With a slight gesture, roots and vines closed off the doors, making sure Duck and Fakir wouldn't be able to get back in. She wanted to see this play out. Wanted to give the girl a chance to say everything she needed to be said.

Granted, Ivy knew how it ended. Desire racketed up the need to be among the Green, among her children, but it was such a painfully familiar need she ignored it for the moment. This was important.

"Be careful," Fakir muttered, yanking Duck up by the convenient handle that was her ridiculously long hair. Then he saw the doors slam shut on their own, and turned to open them again. They didn't budge, so he kicked them.

"Hey! Hey!"

Mytho was quiet a moment. "I can't forget them..." he said softly. "I don't want to. The way I feel about you, Fakir and Ahiru... it's all different.... I want to know what those feelings are. I can't do that away from them..."

There was another moment of quiet as he looked down at their hands. "I'm not the prince you want, Kraehe... I won't be until I have my heart..."

Miki watched things play out quietly, from the shadows. In other circumstances, he might have stepped forward sooner, and yet, unknown to him, his powers were spiralling out of control. He could hear their thoughts, all of them, echoing in his mind, all simultaneously; it was different from the whispers he normally heard because all of them were so intense right now it was almost crippling. But when he felt the Raven Prince begin to encroach on Mythos' mind, it gave him clarity. Despite how confused he was, trying to separate his own thoughts from all of theirs, he had to try to set this right somehow. Rue couldn't keep doing this. She'd already hurt Fakir, and badly... and she'd only lose Mytho if she continued this. Slowly, the boy stepped out of the shadows.

"Rue-san... Even if he was able to love you right now, why can't he care about his friends, too? You can't keep him all to yourself. That... That isn't what a prince is. Princes save everyone. If you love him, it should be for who he is, not for what you want to make him into."

"OUCH! Hey! Don't pull my hair like that!" exclaimed Duck angrily, stomping over to Fakir and the doors to give him another piece of her mind.

"What's with the doors?"

"You are, though. You're everything I ever wanted, no matter how much of your heart you have. Can't you just believe that and stay with me?"

When Miki spoke, she gave him something of a dirty look.

"You don't understand my love." she said quietly. "You can't. No one can."

She turned back to Mytho, pausing for a moment, seemingly deep in desperate thought. Then, suddenly, she grabbed his chin, and leaned over so that her lips were just a hair's breadth away from his ear.

"I'm going to have your child, my prince," she whispered.

Ivy looked back, a little surprised to see Miki then back to the girl. "No... I understand."

She couldn't quite hear the girl's whispers, but she frowned a bit, not liking the desperation that had been written on the girl's face.

Mytho blinked a few times, utter lack of understanding in his eyes. "Child...?" he repeated.

"Rue-san... Did any of what I said over the communicator sound familiar? Did any of it sound like what you've felt? Please... Believe me when I say I know how you feel, that I know what it's like to love someone and want to be the only one that matters to them... but relationships don't work that way. You have desires, yes... but so does he. You can't just ignore those and say that you love him, or try to tell him what to want. That isn't love."

Miki's words were quiet, gentle, but sure. He wasn't backing down from Rue, not now, despite whatever look she gave him. He had seen that kind of look before from Kozue, and now, more than ever, she reminded him of his sister. That was why he had to help her.

"Shut up!" she barked viciously. "Don't try to tell me what is and isn't love. I won't listen to you."

She turned back to Mytho, expression turning sweet again. She leaned over, hand gently touching his shoulder.

"I'm pregnant," she said, sounding more sure as she continued. "I told you, didn't I? You and I are more deeply connected than anyone. This is what I meant."

Ivy's eyes narrowed to a glare, anger rising slowly.

"Are you even old enough to get pregnant?" It's not a snarl or a growl, but it's a near thing. "I told you didn't I? Kidnapping doesn't work. Fighting doesn't work. None of it does. Not one damn thing." She has to pause, has to clench her fists because desire's ratcheted up every single memory and feeling she's had for the people she's fallen in love with, every single failure and this little slip of a girl-

"People's hearts aren't connected so easily."

Mytho blinked a few times, clearly still not understanding the ramifications.

Kraehe glared back at Ivy, nails digging into Mytho's shoulder.

"That doesn't matter. From the beginning we were connected, tied together by fate. Nothing will change that. All this does is make it truer."

Meanwhile, outside, Fakir had grown tired of waiting passively to be admitted back into the church. He expressed his displeasure by pounding on the split between the two doors with his foot.

"Let me in, you crazy green bitch!" he shouted over the thudding of his boot against the door.

Ivy glared right back.

"You're relying on such a flimsy excuse as fate. Why? Worried that you can't make him fall in love with you by your own power?"

And yeah, Fakir that's going to do absolute diddly. The roots have the door reinforced.

Mytho blinked down at the hand on his shoulder before looking up again, towards the door, having heard Fakir's voice.

Kraehe's expression changed into something furious, almost pained.

"Shut up, witch!" she screeched. "You don't know anything!"

She suddenly pulled Mytho to her, nearly crushing him against her chest. His warmth seemed to calm her, but only a little.

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[skipping the duo outside the scene]

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ZUUL IS SAD ):

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