Mark of a Fallen Angel

Mark of a Fallen Angel

Chapter Four

By: Kigen

Side note, special thanks to Faraway Dawn for abuse musing. She MAKES me write this story.

Thanks for reading, and please review.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Genderbending is now an obsession of mine, and if Shaman King were mine, Lyserg would feel the burden of this art many, many times.

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Lyserg was still curled in a ball, tears still falling down her cheeks, though she had calmed down enough to lay silently.

That was how Nichrome found her an hour after Hao had left.

Nichrome frowned a bit when he saw how swollen Lyserg's wrist was. He was the one who had to treat it. Nichrome set a plate on the table next to the bed, setting a box of medical supplies on the bed near Lyserg. As he reached for the wrist, lyserg whimpered in pain and tried to yank it out of the former priest's grasp.

Nichrome gritted his teeth. Why couldn't the girl just be easy about the ordeal?

“Stay still.” Nichrome demanded. “I need to treat your wrist.”

“Don't touch it!” Lyserg shrieked, trying desperately to pull her arm out of the other shaman's grasp. She ignored the sharp pain that throbbed in her wrist. “Let me go!”

Nichrome growled. He was really beginning to hate his job. Pinning the girl's struggling body to the bed, Nichrome held her so she couldn't move. “Stay still dammit! Hao-sama instructed me to take care of you, so I have to, whether you like it or not. Stop acting like a child.” Nichrome growled.

Lyserg stared at Nichrome defiantly, her chest heaving with her erratic breaths as she attempted to calm down. Letting out a pained gasp as Nichrome moved her arm, Lyserg turned her head away and allowed Nichrome to examine her.

Nichrome looked at the wrist, feeling the arm to see if there were any fractures or breaks in the bone.

Lyserg gritted her teeth and tried to keep as quiet as possible despite the pain Nichrome's questing fingers caused.

Nichrome released the arm and opened the medical box. “It doesn't look like it's broken, but it's sprained. You won't be able to use it for a while.” Nichrome explained as he took a few ice packs out of the box. He had slipped them inside once Hao explained a bit about the nature of Lyserg's wound. Moving Lyserg's body so she was sitting upright, Nichrome cushioned her arm on a few pillows. He wrapped the ice packs with several towels, and laid them on the injured wrist.

“It's still hurt pretty badly though. I'm amazed it isn't broken.” Nichrome said, making sure the ice packs were stationary. “You'll need to keep the ice packs on until the swelling goes down. That will probably take a few days.” Nichrome put the left over materials in the medical box, and picked up the plate of food.

Lyserg immediately turned as far away as she could without upsetting her wrist. “I'm not hungry.”

“I don't care. You need to eat.”

“No I don't.”

“Yes you do.” Nichrome argued. “Both because of your injury, your body's weakened state, and because Hao-sama ordered for you to.”

Lyserg took a shuddering breath. “I don't care what Hao wants.”

“Do you really want to disobey Hao-sama again?” Nichrome asked, gesturing to her wrist hidden below ice packs.

Lyserg winced. “He can't do anything to me that he hasn't already.”
“Do you really believe that?”

Lyserg tensed.

Nichrome sighed and picked up a napkin, wiping the tears from Lyserg's cheeks. “Are you going to eat now?”

Lyserg didn't answer, but reluctantly ate the stir fy that he fed her.

“You should eat more.” Nichrome argued when Lyserg turned her head away from him.

“I can't.” Lyserg said softly.

Nichrome sighed, but nodded. “Put the ice back on after about five minutes, then keep it on for twenty. Keep doing that until I come back later with more ice.”

Lyserg nodded, wincing as she experemently wiggled her fingers.

Nichrome bowed before he left. “Good night Lyserg-sama.”

She looked at him, still uneasy about such formalities. “Good night.”

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Lyserg murmured in her sleep, trying to move away from the person shaking her shoulder.

“Come on sweetie.” a voice said gently. “I know you don't want to, but you need to wake up now.”

Lyserg's eyes fluttered open with a sleepy murmur.

“Morning sweetie. How are you feeling?”

“Who are you?” Lyserg asked, still not quite awake.

She looked Asian, about 16 years old maybe. Her eyes were sharp and a weird gray color; long black lashes framed with gold and red glitter.

“Call me Akiko sweetie. How's your arm?”

“My arm?”

“Yeah sweetie. Nichrome said that it looked pretty bad yesterday, and wanted me to take a peek at it.” Akiko smoothed back Lyserg's bangs as she examined the injury.

Lyserg whimpered as the numbed pain flared up again.

“Sorry sweetie. I know it hurts hun, but bare with it for a bit, okay?” the girl asked, looking at the wound.

Lyserg gritted her teeth as this girl poked and probed at the injury.

“It doesn't look broken. Can you try and move your fingers for me sweetie?”

Lyserg gritted her teeth, but was able to move her fingers, despite the pain that it caused.

“I know sweetie.” Akiko soothed, wiping the tears that gathered at Lyserg's eyes. “I know it hurts. Just keep it still a little longer while I put some more ice on it, all right?”

Lyserg nodded, wincing a bit as the girl laid it down.

“There, all over now.” Akiko reassured, holding the ice to Lyserg's wrist for a moment. “Don't worry sweetie, it's not broken. You were a really good girl for me hun.”

Lyserg winced visibly, but not from the pain of her injury.

Akiko hmmed to herself understandably. “I should avoid calling you that, shouldn't I?”

Lyserg nodded, not quite looking at her.

“Your arm's too swollen to do much with just yet. We'll just ice it for a day or two until the swelling goes down, then we'll wrap it, all right?”

“Who are you? Why are you being so nice to me?” Lyserg asked out of the blue.

This girl had pretty much appeared out of no where, and was taking care of her, and was being NICE to her.

“Well, my name's Kagami Akiko, but like I said before, you can call me Akiko. I'm one of Hao-sama's followers. I know you're probably wondering why you never met me before, and that's because Hao gave me a mission that didn't involve the Shaman Tournament. As to why I'm being nice, why wouldn't I be?” Akiko asked as she proceeded to fuss over Lyserg, making sure she was comfortable.

“Thank you.” Lyserg said out of sheer habit when she handed her a glass of juice. Sipping it, she gave it back to Akiko. “But... how can you be one of Hao's followers, and still be...”

“Nice?” Akiko suggested. “Kind, normal, not a complete and total bitch like most of the others?”

Lyserg nodded, not sure what quite to say.

“We all have our reasons for being the way we are sweetie. And while mine isn't that different than the others, well, being bitchy never really settled well with me.”

Akiko placed a tray with oatmeal mixed with cream and blue berries, a few pieces of toast, and some raspberries and blackberries onto her lap. “Do you want me to feed you, or do you want to try to do it yourself?”

“Myself.”

“Here you go sweetie. Just try to keep your arm still, okay?” Akiko handed her the spoon she was holding, and set about to lighting several more candles so Lyserg could see a bit better in the dim room.

Lyserg ate most of her meal in silence. It felt unreasonably wonderful being able to feed herself, instead of relying on Hao or Nichrome to feed her. Finishing as much as she could, Lyserg set the spoon down.

“Done?” Akiko asked, taking the tray away when Lyserg nodded. “You should try to eat a little more next time if you can sweetie. You need to get some meat onto those bones.” Akiko suggested. “You're too skinny for a girl.”

Lyserg clenched the blanket with her good hand, but nodded.

“There's a sweetie.” Akiko smiled, brushing Lyserg's hair back. Picking up a few books from the table near the bed, she laid them near Lyserg. “Hao-sama says to give you those for if you get bored.” Akiko said. “I know you want to get up and try and escape, or at least explore, but don't. You shouldn't be moving around much, especially with your arm like that.

“Now just try and relax, all right? I'll be back in an hour or so to check up on you. Do you need anything else?”

Lyserg hesitated for a second. This girl was easily the nicest person out of all of Hao's minions. She would answer her.

“Can I ask you something?” Lyserg asked softly.

“Sure thing sweetie. What's up?”

“Why do you follow Hao?”

“I have my reasons, a few actually.” Akiko started. “One would be a personal debt. Another, I believe in him and his dream.” Akiko explained. She smiled at the memory, though the smile was sad.

“Do you need anything else sweetie?”

Lyserg shook her head, sated for the moment.

“All right sweetie. I'll be back in about an hour.”

Lyserg waited for a moment after she left. She wondered if she should get up and try and escape again, but decided against it for a moment. Right now she needed to recover, and for some reason, the fact that Akiko was there, made her feel better.

She picked up one of the books, and started to read it. She'd figure a bit more out later.

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Lyserg looked up from the book she was reading when the door opened. It had been close to an hour, she was guessed, and Lyserg was expecting Akiko to come back.

But when Hao approached, Lyserg's face fell, and she imediantly curled up into herself.

“Good morning my queen.” Hao brushed the bangs from Lyserg's face in a soft gesture. “How is your arm?”

“Fine.” Lyserg would not admit any weakness to the fire shaman.

“Is it now?” Hao's fingers touched the still swollen, discolored flesh, electing a badly consealed hiss of pain from the girl. “It doesn't seem that way.” Hao refroze the melting ice packed around Lyserg's wrist.

“What do you want Hao?”

“Now Lyserg, what did I tell you to call me?”

Lyserg grit her teeth, barely grounding out a forced, “Hao-sama.”

Hao smiled, kissing her temple. “Good girl.”

Lyserg squeezed her eyes shut, pulling her body as far away from Hao as possible. It was the pain in her wrist, and the more than obvious silent threat that kept her where she was.

Hao sighed. “Now Lyserg, whatever are we going to do about this rebellious streak of yours?” Hao took Lyserg by her bare shoulders, and pushed her so she laid on her back. Crawling over her body, Hao smirked down at her. “Perhaps a bit more disciplining is in order?” Hao reached down, kissing Lyserg's neck gently, letting his lips caress her flesh.

Kissing her throat, Hao worked his way slowly down Lyserg's neck, over her shoulders, making each gesture as soft and pleasant as possible. As one hand stroked soothingly down a bare arm, Hao coaxed a soft moan from Lyserg's lips.

“See how nice this feels my queen?” Hao murmured into her shoulder. “It will always be this pleasant if you just behave yourself and obey me.”

Lyserg whimpered, as Hao gently scrapped his teeth over her jugular. “Never.”

Hao continued his work, lips curling into a cruel smile as he listened to Lyserg's thoughts.

“Are you waiting for my brother to come and save you Lyserg? Is that why you're so insistent on disobeying me?” Hao chuckled. “Poor pitiful creature. Do you really think my brother is strong enough to take you from me?”

“Yoh defeated you before.” Lyserg replied.

“Yes he did, along with help and furyoku from you, and Ren, and his fiancé, and every shaman in all of patch village. Even then, it was only a small setback.” Hao laughed lightly, pecking Lyserg's forehead. “Even if he did have the power to take you from me, it would only be a matter of time before I took you back. You belong with me Lyserg. Nothing you, nor anyone can do, will ever be able to change that.”

Lyserg blinked away the tears that were gathering. “You're wrong. Yoh will come and-“

“Let him come.” Hao interrupted. “I would be more than happy to absorb him into my soul once more, and make him a part of me. Would you prefer that Lyserg? To have my brother always by your side, like you will be mine.”

“Shut up.” Lyserg whimpered, blinking her stinging eyes. She would not cry in front of him again.

“What would Yoh even want with you, now that you are the way you are?” Hao asked, pulling away from her neck. His body hovering over hers, he brushed aside bangs as he leaned his face closer. “Do you really think he cares about you?”

“He's my friend.” Lyserg answered, looking everywhere but the eyes that were so much like her saviors. “He'll come for me. He and the others will.”

Hao snorted, leaning close enough that his nose bumped hers, his long brown hair falling around her like a suffocating curtain. “Give up Lyserg. Even if he could take you away from me, I'd only come take you right back. Submit to your destiny. You are mine, my queen. And no one, not even my brother, is strong enough to keep me from you.” Hao closed the small space between them, allowing his lips to close over hers in the two's first true kiss.

Lyserg closed her eyes, tears starting to fall down her cheeks.

He was right.

Hao was right.

Yoh and the others wouldn't come for her. She would be stuck with the horrible shaman that killed her parents forever. Always by his side. Living as his possession, his doll.

She surrendered to Hao.

Hao smirked into the kiss, satisfied that Lyserg had finally realized her place.

Pulling away, Hao looked down at her. Now that his queen had learned her place, everything would be much easier, much more pleasant for the both of them.

She was crying, but that really wasn't anything new for the girl. Wiping away her tears with his thumb, Hao leaned down and pulled down the neck of the dress, mindful of her injured arm.

Taking a pale breast into his hand, Hao slowly massaged it, leaning down and taking the colored point into his mouth. While last time Lyserg had been panting and whimpering from a mere touch, this time she was silent.

Hao raised an eyebrow. Was his queen pouting?

Well, he would regain her attention in a moment, regardless of what she was doing.

Moving down her body, he slide his hands up sensitive thighs.

Nothing.

Lifting up the bottom of her dress, Hao slide his fingers teasingly along her slit, through the fabric of her panties.

Lyserg only continued to stare blankly ahead of her, tears streaming down her cheeks..

“Lyserg, it isn't nice to ignore your king.” Hao sat up, a bit unnerved to be honest. Despite Lyserg's rapid recovery, her body should have still been hypersensitive to his touches. Hao's hand slide up a tear stained cheek, and he still received nothing in return. Even her mind was completely blank.

Frowning, Hao straitened Lyserg's dress and covered her with a sheet, careful not to upset her arm.

He knew that he did something wrong. He had pushed her too far and Lyserg had snapped as a result.

Hao had to figure out how to fix this problem.

A broken queen was useless to him.

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Ja min’na-san!