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~Resurgence~
Where It All Began
1125 Words
Where It All Began
1125 Words
The air felt heavy, stiffening even as Nana and Michiko locked eyes with one another. Though the captain’s eyes were undeniably the sharper of the two, it was still an impressive sight seeing the two Amaterasu sisters staring one another down. Nana from up on the pedestal near the altar, and Michiko down the stairs surrounded by all of the ancient Amaterasu statues.
“You shouldn’t be here...” the blonde spoke softly, quietly and almost as if she was at a loss for what to do in this situation.
“Excuse me?” Nana posed as she took a step down the stairs. “What do you mean, I shouldn’t be here? This place belongs to me!”
“Ahh,” a second voice called out from behind Michiko. “But, that is where you would be wrong young Matriarch. This is the ancient burial site of the great Sun Goddess Amaterasu, look--” the man, no older than twenty-five physical wise, took a step upwards on the stairs and pointed to a majestic looking blade “--Hateshinai Taiyou no Tsurugi. How marvelous.”
“Who are you?” the Blitzkrieg Captain asked, her patience all but worn out.
“My name is of no importance to you, milady,” the youthful man responded. “I have come here on behalf of the historians of the Central Forty-Six, in particular this lovely woman right next to me.”
“Michiko.” Nana’s eyes shot right through her sister’s gaze, who in turn averted her eyes away from the shinigami. “Remove this man from this place this instant.”
“Excuse me!?” the man only known as that guy jumped up in semi-anger. “Remove me? Charles Weiß, great historian and archeologist? How dare you insinuate such an affront, milady! If anything, I would suggest you leave this holy place you... you defiler!”
Suddenly the ground below Nana’s feet trembled and, with force unlike any Michiko - or indeed Charles - had ever felt, the stairs dropped down one level, as if the ground itself buckled under the weight of Nana’s reiatsu.
Show them why I didn’t kill you back then, fledgeling.
The soft, almost gently caressing pull of the voice that now penetrated through the blue-eyed captain’s mind was almost deafening, but for some odd reason Nana couldn’t help but smile.
That’s right, show them why I couldn’t kill you back then, Nana.
Behind her, Hateshinai Taiyou no Tsurugi began to wobble violently in the hands of the First.
“W-what is this... this madness!?” Charles Weiß, historian of the Central Forty-Six asked, fear written all over his face as all around Nana flames began to accumulate. “This is... no, you can’t be!
“Michiko!” he shouted, turning his head backwards. His gaze met Michiko’s frightened eyes, but they were not looking back at him. No, they were fixated on one thing, and one thing only: Nana’s entire being.
“N-nana...” the blonde muttered in an almost hushed voice... as if she couldn’t say anything at all due to the immense power behind her sister’s power. “I never... I didn’t... know.”
“Of course you didn’t know!” Her voice was powerful, condescending.This quiet status quo, she was tired of it. She was tired of hiding. Tired of hiding behind half-truths and half lies that didn’t seem to make any sense... but continued to fool everyone.
Including herself.
She had never once stopped to think to herself if dividing her soul into all these multiple personalities was really the way to go. She was the goddamn Sun Goddess, of ancients. And, though she lost most, if not all of her powers since her father, Izanami had created her, she was still a force to be reckoned with!
That’s right. However, this time it was not that other voice speaking, but her own. The reason why I couldn’t kill you back then... was because you had already embraced us. Because we had already embraced ourselves.
Closing her eyes, she could feel the link between herself and the blade behind her intensify. It was as if the blade had finally recognized its former master for who she was. Slowly, but surely, the blade began to break itself free from the clutches of the ancient statue.
“What in the actual fuck is happening!?” Charles responded, trying his hardest to look for an exit. An exit that, to his chagrin, did no longer seem to exist. “Am I truly witnessing this? Michiko! Why did you never tell me your sister was...!”
“Silence!” Nana spoke, her voice commanding unlike anything Charles had ever had to put up with. Blade in hand, the Blitzkrieg Captain descended the stairs, an incredible heat permeating from every fiber of her body.
“You speak of me as a defiler,” she continued, her voice oddly... charming, “not knowing what you got yourself into, you spout nonsense of half-truths and lies unbeknownst to yourself. And now, now that I show myself as is to you, you cower in fear? I didn’t think you... mortals were so pathetic.
“Mortals? Pathetic!?” For some reason the brown-haired archeologist got part of his guts back hearing those words. “How dare you! You might be... her! But you are far away from the grace she once bestowed upon our world!”
Nana remained calm, yet her gaze was one of coldness. “That is correct. I am no more a god than any of you are. At least, not anymore. I gave up that... power, when I split myself up into seven.”
“But... why?” This time it was Michiko that spoke. “After all this time, you’ve been... lying to me! You were never truly my sister, never truly the daughter of our... my parents!”
“Not quite.” It was a fast, solid response and one Michiko certainly hadn’t anticipated as she looked at Nana with widened eyes.
“What do you mean...?”
“When I split my soul, my mind became... fragmented. Memories that I thought were my own, now seemed to be part of another soul, and vice-versa. Overtime I stopped being able to distinguish between my soul as a whole, and the split fragments.
“I forgot who I was, and was ‘reborn’ as Nana. I’ll admit that now... after all of this, it is easy for me to say that I could’ve warned you, but I couldn’t. You weren’t born yet, and I was still myself. When the fragmentation kicked in, I asked our parents... my son and his wife a favour.
“A favour that to this day still holds truth beneath its surface.”
The world suddenly tued dark for a split second and, when both Charles and Michiko could see properly again, they realized they were no longer down in the Amaterasu burial chamber.
They were somewhere else entirely, an entirely different plane.
“Come,” Nana spoke, her voice oddly distant. “Let me show you where it all began.”