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something wicked this way comes.

Characters: Rhode Kamelot's Evil Twin & YOU.
When: The week of March 12th.
Where: Inside your little minds. ♥
Rating: R. Rhode does not play nice normally. She is definitely not playing nice now.
Summary: Rhode's evil doppleganger is causing havoc within the minds of the people of Nesreca. No one is safe -- not her family, not her friends, and especially not her enemies.

Shoot me a PM with details on what you want your character to have nightmares about. NO ONE IS SAFE from evil!Rhode, bwahaha. And she will be invading heads and fucking with people's dreams ALL WEEK.

Have fun, lovelies. ♥

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"Someone did, Yuu. You did."

Alma's hands found Kanda's throat and he slammed him against the wall.

What the hell? Kanda let out a silent cry, coughing up more blood. This wasn't right. It wasn't right at all. He never called out for Alma, even if he wished things had gone differently.

Kanda reached up, his hands wrapping around Alma's wrists to pry the hands off him. "Don't be such a dumbass, dumbass."

And then, suddenly, Alma Karma the Akuma froze, his hands still wrapped around Tyki's neck.

And like a movie, in the background, the memory of Rhode Kamelot began to play. The memories of Kanda Yuu, the laboratory, the screaming of Kanda as he was forced to rewatch everything that had happened -- the hatred of Alma Karma culminating into the final release of the Akuma within.

Allen Walker and Rhode Kamelot helpless bystanders.

"Oi! Alma!" The memories he didn't want to see. He ignored them, for the most part, taking advantage of the slackened grip to shrug the hands off his neck.

"Snap out of it, dumbass!"

"There's nothing to snap out of!"

And, just like that, the akuma tosses Kanda aside, with the strength that he never possessed as a human being.

Rhode is sitting on a rock, cackling all the while.

"Tch." Kanda stumbled just slightly over his own feet as he righted himself, skidding to a halt a ways away. He watched Alma carefully for a moment before glancing over at Rhode. How to defeat her, if this illusion of Alma as an akuma was getting in the way?

He had to figure out something.

"You should have asked La~vi~♥."

Because Rhode could guess what he was thinking. She swung her legs back and forth, grinning.

"He figured it out."

Then, as an aside:

"Kill him."

And Alma lunged forward once again, going for Kanda's throat.

Kanda's attention was immediately forced back on Alma. He brought Mugen up to block, quickly kicking him aside and away. He wasn't going to let himself be cuaght off guard a second time.

The Fourteenth wanting to strangle him was more than enough.

The akuma kept coming at Kanda, with harsh kicks and punches and slashes that absolutely refused to give in. His strength was limitless -- he refused to give in until Kanda was dead on the ground, without a second thought.

"I hate you," Alma growled, lunging for the Exorcist's throat once again.

Kanda didn't fight back. Not seriously, anyway. He perried, blocked, dodged, and countered where he could. Had he been just a normal human, he would ne utterly exhausted by now. But his body was different; he could feel the burn in his arms and legs and lungs, but that was it. It was still a matter of time, however, before even his body woukd feel fatigued.

"I did what I had to."

The akuma refused to relent. Alma was driven by pure hatred -- energy was being fueled by adrenaline and with each blow, he was getting stronger.

"Liar!"

"Alma!" The stronger Alma seemed to get, the more Kanda seemed to struggle, even only slightly. He couldn't keep this up forever, and he knew that. He was already starting to feel the signs of fatigue and how it started to sap his strength.

He needed to end this. He needed to find a way to do it without hurting his best friend.

It's then that Rhode laughs, shrilly, from her perch.

"I can give you a hint~♥, if you want one," she jeers, tucking her legs underneath her as she watches Alma knock Kanda aside, like a rag doll. "To get out of here, you have to find my true~♥ form."

Kanda skid to a hakt once more, down on one knee and panting slightly. He spared Rhode another glance, then turned back to Alma. He knew that he had to find her true form. He really should have asked Lavi how he figured it out while he was still here.

Hell, he actually missed the annoying rabbit right now.

Rhode wasn't Rhode. He knew that. That left him with two choices. The obvious was the illusionary, forgotten Allen. The second was Alma.

Except there was a problem if it was Alma. He couldn't kill him a second time. There was just no way.

Alma took the opportunity to seize Kanda by the throat again, claws digging into his neck as he grinned maniacally.

Rhode tutted to herself.

"You're not putting on a very good show."

Kanda let out a choked sound, immediately reaching up to try and pry the hands off of him. He didn't pay attention to the claws digging in; he knew those wounds would heal in time. Kanda was stuck in a position where he couldn't kick Alma off as easily as he had before. He'd have to force him off, somehow, to gain any sort of ground.

Dammit.

Alma pressed closer, fully intending on crushing Kanda's windpipe beneath his fingers.

Rhode watched, her chin in her hands, with the utmost interest.

"It's too bad~&hearts. I hoped you would have figured it out by now."

Kanda clenched his teeth but made mo other indication that he was suffering what-so-ever. He couldn't wait any longer; he couldn't not do this any longer. The situation was the exact same as it was nine years ago.

If he didn't kill Alma, then he would die.

He didn't want to do it. It was obvious that he didn't, after being given nearly six months of more time with him.

He had to. He wanted to live. He wanted to find that person, even if it meant going back to the fucked up Order, even if it meant leaving Alma behind. He could still hear her voice, even, in the back of his mind, calling to him, repeating the same line she always had: Before the petals fall.

He had to.

Kanda let his sword hand fall, now only holding onto one of Alma's wrists. He clenched the hilt of the sword so hard his knuckles turned white, and before he did anything he only had one thing to choke out:

"I'm sorry." And the blade with through Alma's chest.

It was like time froze, outside of that one singular moment. The akuma, with Mugen through his chest. Kanda Yuu being trapped by the claws around his neck.

And, through it all, Rhode Kamelot: Version Two-Point-Oh, cackling, even though she had just lost control of the Exorcist.

But just before Kanda Yuu woke up, she managed one last bit of strength.

Alma pulled himself closer, along Mugen's blade, to choke in Kanda's ear:

"You're not."

Before collapsing on top of the Exorcist, which jolted him out of the dream world, and back into Nesreca.

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something wicked this way comes.

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...lol man i fail. building=ruins.

ILUUU.

<3

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