Falling Leaves 41 ??

  The giant pink flower continues to radiate ripples. The area rumbles as landslides from the surrounding mountain area fall, raging waves from the ocean crash into the coast.

  The auroras in the sky break apart, the giant blue mushrooms start to break apart, the glistening spores bursting into the air.

  The bud of the flower starts to open, pink particles fly off it. Inside a black silhouette of a woman sits.

  “Malika, Malika, Malika please!”

  “Garde Royal, Please save us.”

  “Stop this madness.”

  The voices and prayers of the deceased spirits play in her head.

  She remains quiet, as the flower continues to open, light from the outside seeping inside.

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  In the throne room Akuji and L’automne continue to battle.

  Akuji pants, his body covered with blood. It drips from his arms, chest, head and mouth.

  His white hair stained red, wounds cover his body.

  L’automne floats to the wooden floor in a similar state, her own blood matching the deep autumn red of her hair.

  Both look like feral beasts, clawing at each other, desperate to kill one another. The sound of ragged breathing fills the broken throne room.

  Akuji bends his knees getting into battle stance, putting his left foot ahead of his right.

  L’automne slams the bottom of her staff in the ground summoning autumn leaves around her.

  The leaves spin in a circular motion around her as they glow.

  They stare each other down.

  Peter in the background runs to the wooden throne which is still intact.

  “It’s all or nothing right now!” He shouts grabbing the handles of the throne.

  He starts to pull it out of the ground, as the sound of wood breaking and crumbling echoes.

  Splinters fly past him, as he struggles to pull it up.

  It finally bursts out of the ground, as the room shakes from L’automne and Akuji continuing to battle.

  He stumbles back, holding it above his head. He turns to face the two, he trembles, his chest tightens, sweat drops down his face.

  “This will either go well, or just be suicide but whatever!”

  He charges for the two with the throne.

  L’automne’s leaves surround Akuji as beams fire from every direction.

  Akuji quickly jams his blade into the ground. He hops on the tip of it, using it to leap in the air avoiding the beams.

  He balls his fist, falling towards L’automne.

  “EERRG!” He growls as he hurls a punch with enough force that streaks of wind appear from it launching.

  L’automne whips back, avoiding his punch that was only inches from her head.

  Akuji leaps backwards landing where he left his blade, instantly pulling it out of the ground.

  Wooden chips fly off it. He quickly pounces towards her.

  L’automne’s thighs press together; a smile of ecstasy twists across her face. “Yes—-” she whispers, biting her lip.

  She clenches her staff, swiping it and conjuring a gust of wind blowing Akuji back.

  He plants his feet on the ground, skidding across it. “This bitch and her god damn wind!”

  “I’m sick of it, I’m sick of her being a god damn masochist too!” he thinks to himself.

  “HEY!” Peter’s voice yells out, catching the attention of both Akuji and L’automne.

  They both turn sideways to watch him charge with the throne above his head.

  “What are you?” L’automne mutters.

  Akuji shakes his head, using this opportunity of L’automne’s distraction to rush at her.

  He stomps his foot lunging at her, aiming the tip of his blade at her.

  L’automne’s eyes widen. She quickly moves her staff in front of her, blocking Akuji’s attack.

  They’re now face to face, their weapons pressed together.

  They lock eyes. Akuji grits his teeth bearing his fangs, L’automne smiles.

  Both of their minds go blank as they focus on each other’s gaze.

  The entire world disappears around them as the feeling of time slowing down affects them both. Akuji’s pupils pulse, as L’automne’s pupils dilate.

  “T-t-this is love,” she thinks to herself.

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  “I can’t wait to kill this weirdo!” Akuji thinks to himself.

  They both press their weapons harder against each other.

  In that moment, the throne room trembles, knocking them both back into reality.

  Peter stumbles back, the weight of the throne causing him to tumble on the ground.

  “Shit!” He hisses, his arms bruised and full of splinters.

  Akuji and L’automne jump away from each other.

  Akuji skids his feet on the ground once more, as L’automne floats down gracefully.

  She turns her head to look out the hole in the wall. Pink ripples spread, the leaves from the tree falling past the hole like a rainstorm.

  “It seems like time’s running out—- Malika is about to wake up—-”

  She lets out a sharp sigh wiping blood from her forehead.

  She turns to Akuji. “Aww, but I wanted to enjoy this longer, this dance of love we’re having—-”

  Akuji pants pointing his blade at her, the gold lining shining.

  “I came to the realization during our clash—-” L’automne says as the leaves around her neck start to glow.

  She blushes. “You were my ame s?ur this entire time.” She wraps her arms around herself.

  “No wonder why it didn’t work between you and Ma Grandeur! No wonder Le Démon écarlate isn’t the one battling me right now!”

  “Fate was meant for us to be together! From the very beginning.”

  “Mmmm yes!” She moans pointing to Kiyoko’s body in the corner.

  “Her dying was meant to happen, she got in the way of us! Don’t you understand!?”

  Her blush deepens as steam erupts from her mouth. “I never felt so excited from anyone like this—- Never ever—- Ohhh—- how I love it—-”

  On the ground Peter grabs the legs of the throne.

  “She’s—-” Peter mutters to himself.

  “Loca!” Akuji screams.

  “What the hell are you talking about?! I’m not your damn ‘?me s?ur’ whatever the hell that means!”

  L’automne chuckles. “You’ll soon realize—-”

  She smirks, eyes half-lidded. “But—- for right now I’m afraid our session is over—- I’d hope for another round in the future. One that lasts longer preferably.”

  Light and wind surrounds her. Akuji braces himself.

  “Ahh, how I would have loved to see you in your glory—- your full power. Truth be told this entire battle I have been holding back too.”

  She glances upward, a hint of irritation in her voice. “I guess I have to blame the Backwoods for that—- silly magic negation—-.”

  Peter stands picking up the throne. He wobbles stumbling back. “Damn it! I have to hurry—”

  The light and wind expand. L’automne waves.

  “I bid you adieu.”

  Akuji charges after her. “GRUH!” He shouts.

  A pillar of light and wind erupts into the air bursting through the throne room. The entire top half of the tree splits in half, splinters raining down from the air.

  Akuji and Peter fly into the air as the pressure pushes them upwards.

  Kiyoko’s body flings out, crashing towards the ground.

  “DAMN!” Akuji shouts using his blade to block incoming splinters.

  Peter holds onto the legs of the throne soaring through the air.

  L’automne floats below them giggling.

  Her thighs continue to rub together, her breathing grows heavy. “I—- I can’t leave yet—-”

  “I need his touch—- I’m not—-.”

  “I’m not satisfied yet!” She shouts, saliva flying out of her mouth.

  She rushes further into the air to reach Akuji.

  Akuji watches as L’automne rushes at him. “Shit!” He grunts.

  L’automne points her staff at him summoning a cyclone of leaves. She fires it, the leaves surround him.

  “AUGH!” He shouts.

  She pulls her staff back, the leaves drag Akuji to her. She holds out her arms preparing to catch Akuji.

  Akuji lands in her chest, her breasts pressing against him. They’re face to face. L’automne wraps her arms around him.

  “Oh, amour—- amourr—-” she whispers in his ear.

  He squirms in her grasp. “Get off me!”

  L’automne puts her forehead on his, locking eyes once more with him.

  “I need you—-” she mutters.

  “This is the most pleasure I’ve felt in a long time! I can’t lose!”

  She leans closer, their lips only inches apart. She wraps her legs around him.

  Her hazel eyes glistening.

  “Get away from m—” Akuji tries to say before the sound of shouting interrupts him.

  “HEY PSYCHO!” Peter yells from above.

  Both of them look up above, their chins touch.

  Peter crashes through the air holding the throne.

  Akuji’s eyes widen. “What the hell is this guy thinking?!”

  “Huh—-” L’automne hums, staring up at Peter falling.

  The weight of the throne drags him down making him fall faster. Before L’automne could let go of Akuji to evade—

  Peter clenches onto the legs of the throne, putting his strength into tilting it back.

  CRACK!

  Peter slams the throne on L’automne’s head, parts of it hitting Akuji. “GRUH!” L’automne shouts, her pupils roll back as blood streams down her face. Wooden chunks and splinters explode off it, flying into the air.

  Her arms and legs unwrap from Akuji, as she starts to fall over. Akuji hisses in pain as his forehead swells from the stray impact.

  “Damn this kid! He couldn’t have done this when I was away from her!” He thinks to himself.

  “REAPER THIS IS YOUR CHANCE! ATTACK HER NOW!” Peter shouts, his voice muffled from the wind.

  Akuji grips his blade, thrusting it towards L’automne.

  The blade drives into the middle of her chest. Her pupils roll back forward. “AHHUG!” A soul-shaking scream rips from her throat.

  One that shakes Peter to his core, his body hair bristling as he slaps his hands over his ears.

  Akuji drives more pressure into his blade as blood sprays from L’automne’s mouth, splattering across his face.

  They plummet toward the ground, blood streaming upward off both of them.

  L’automne chokes for air as she musters her remaining energy to summon her staff.

  She jerks her fingers, directing it, as a cyclone of wind spirals around them.

  “You’re not getting out of this one!” Akuji shouts.

  Peter nearby falling above, gets trapped in the cyclone. He grunts as it starts to form into a sphere-like barrier.

  They all continue to plummet. Akuji drives his blade deeper into L’automne’s chest.

  L’automne’s pupils start to fade, her vision of Akuji starting to blur.

  The grip she has around her staff slackens. Her staff slips from her grasp.

  The barrier begins to crumble as the gusting winds die down.

  “M-alika—-” she whispers, her voice faint.

  Only moments from the ground, she weakly raises her arm.

  She cups Akuji’s cheek, her thoughts spinning. “I—I lost didn’t I—-”

  “I let my desires get the better of me—- I wasn’t thinking straight—-”

  “But at the same time—- experiencing this. It—- it was magical—-.”

  “Je suis désolé Malika, Belles.”

  She gazes into Akuji’s eyes once more before her vision fades.

  “At the same time—- I’ve found someone I love—- someone who has made this all worth it—-”

  “Akuji—-” she mutters with a blood-stained smile.

  They all slam into the grass-filled ground. Peter crashes behind them. “AHG!” He screams as his bones snap.

  Dust settles around Akuji and L’automne. She lies in a crater as Akuji stands over her. Her pupils, once full of life, now vacant. Her hand remains on Akuji’s cheek before falling limp to the ground.

  Akuji stares down at her body, his face close to hers, blood dripping from his head, spattering onto her.

  “Ugh—-” he groans, collapsing beside her.

  He lays on his back, watching the green auroral sky.

  Burning leaves rain down. They flow down passing him and L’automne’s body.

  They start to burn away as they reach the ground.

  “It’s done—-” he mutters.

  “Kiyoko—- Danya—-”

  He tries to move, but his limbs won’t respond.

  “I need to find them—-” He thinks to himself.

  BELLES MAUDITES: 3/4

  L’automne Coccinelle: DEAD (X)

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