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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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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.

Ivy raised an eyebrow, smiling her own painful little smile.

"Oh no? And what do you know, little girl? Or are you too scared to think about it because maybe it will lead you down a path you don't want to go." Ivy spread her arms a bit, as if gesturing to the entire crumbling church, "Look around, honey. Is this the kind of place you want to have your special bond? Where will the next meeting place be, in the mad house?"

Mytho startled slightly as he was grabbed, eyes going towards the door a moment before looking back at Kraehe.

"I said shut up!"

Suddenly, a volley of ravens dove at Ivy from the rafters, beaks sharpened to look like knives. Kraehe grabbed Mytho's shoulders, facing him with a broken and desperate expression.

"You understand, don't you? I'm going to be your child's mother. I'm carrying a part of you inside of me. Are you really going to leave me like this? Are you?"

Roots and vines again spring up, knocking the birds away.

"I will not." That is a snarl or a growl and she crosses the room in an instant. "I have had enough. The child a part of him?" She doesn't touch either of them, vivid flashes of memory of her poor doomed park children setting off her temper and making it impossible to regulate the poisons in her body properly. "If you are with child, what's inside of you is it's own person. How dare you try and use it to try and bind some dull eyed boy to you."

Duck watched Fakir try to beat down the door. It distressed her to see him so injured and still exerting himself. "Fakir, stop it! You'll hurt yourself! Anyway, it's not working. Let's find another way in."

Miki hesitated a moment, then stepped forward, closer. He could hear in Rue's mind how desperate she was, how much she wanted Mytho, and he knew the truth, but that wasn't the real problem, as much as the thought made his head spin. That was something for later. What was really important was getting Rue to understand that she couldn't cling to Mytho like this, that she might well destroy him, and in so doing, destroy herself by doing this. It was dangerous, and she might even send the ravens at him, but he had to take that risk.

"Rue-san... I'm trying to help you, and I do understand. Better than he does, the way he is now. Please, believe me. This isn't the way."

Mytho hesitated, unsure. "I didn't say I would leave..." he said softly, looking at Rue. "But I can't forget the Fakir and Ahiru...."

Kraehe stared at everyone, at Ivy, yelling, at Miki, claiming he understood. Her heart hurt so much right now, her head was spinning, heat from her own desire seemed to be coming off her skin itself. And yet, she felt calmer, somehow.

She blinked when Mytho spoke.

"Let's go home, then," she said quietly. "I'm... very tired."

She seemed to have forgotten the others were there.

Fakir finally ceased his assault and stooped over to catch his breath. "Fine... you're right." He swallowed and flexed his sore, bleeding hand. At least it didn't feel broken or anything. "Could always try a window."

Ivy rubbed her forehead and resisted the urge to growl. Dear god, the kid was another Harley on the opposite end of the emotion spectrum. This is what she got for involving herself with humans (A little twinge of memory mixed with desire).

Situation resolved at least.

A little wave of her hand and the roots fall away, letting the doors of the church swing open.

Miki frowned quietly, but didn't say anything more. This... this didn't solve anything. All the underlying problems were still there. This would happen again if it weren't addressed, he could tell. Even if they were all being ruled by their desires more than usual... This didn't solve the problem. But it stopped the fight for now. He... he'd have to talk with Fakir and Ahiru about this. As much as he wanted to help Rue without involving them-- it wasn't hard to tell Rue resented them-- they might be a little more reasonable than she was being about this.

It only made sense that the doors would decide to open only when he'd stopped wailing on them. Still, Fakir wasn't one to ignore a rare stroke of good fortune, and rushed inside, sheathing his sword and pulling Duck along with him.

"Mytho!"

Oh, fudgebuckets. "Umm, we just came to check on things. Everything okay in here?" Duck was trying to pretend everything was dandy. She didn't want any outbursts from anyone, and given the way Rue was acting, she was taking no chances.

Mytho looked up at his name. "Fakir..." he said softly. "No more fighting...?"

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

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ZUUL IS SAD ):

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ZUUL!

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