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Catharsis
Written By: Teno Hikari
email: teno_hikari@yahoo.com / tenohikari@cs.com

beta-reader: Sarryn (SylverSylph@aol.com)

Disclaimer: I don't own Bakuretsu Hunters ... just this story

Summary: After his confrontation with the evil sorcerer, Zaha Torte, Carrot Glace finds himself changing ... but is it for better or worse?

Takes place during 'Sorcerer's Revenge' (the second season of the TV series - I believe) after Episode 15 - 'Until we meet again'. I'll try an as as accurate as possible even though I haven't seen the anime or read the manga for a few years.

Warning: Violence, adult situations, and yaoi - you've been warned.
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Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel ...
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me ...
(Will you give in to me?)
Looking at my own reflection when suddenly it changes
violently it changes
There is no turning back now you've woken up the demon in me....

-Disturbed 'Down with the sickness'
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This was stupid. I concluded that, despite my noble intentions, I'm an idiot. Chasing after a woman, an old woman at that, was just completely insane. Common sense tells me not to go, and, again, I tell it to kiss my ass.

'One one-thousand... two one-thousand... three one-thousand... four...'

The sun begin to set as I continue to count the seconds while waiting for that old crown to show up. Leaving the Inn at a quarter before six, and avoiding the highly emotional dominatrix sisters, I tried my damndest to find the spot where I last saw her, if she really was an old woman. Hey, if I can turn into a bull-bear beast monster by getting zapped by magic - then anything is possible.

I clutch the bloodstained silk ribbon in one hand, my other clenches every five seconds to help me keep track of time. Six o'clock... that hour seems to be stuck in my head for some reason. Until I realize that that hour is usually when the sun sets. It will be dark soon, and I'm sure the others will be worried about me. Just like the first time I met her and returned bruised from a t. t.

A part of me is praying that she won't show up; that whatever dream I had earlier was just a dream. Then again, when have my dreams just been dreams? Especially the ones connected to Zaha Torte, a man I definitely fear and... possibly lust over.

Lust.

Dear God. The thought of me - *me* of all people on Spooner Continent- sounded weird, impossible, and just ... wrong. I'm not attracted to other men. Maybe if I repeat this a hundred times I'll actually believe it.

Counting off another minute, I watch the last rays of light vanish, almost shaking with anticipation. What if she doesn't show up and the whole nightmare means nothing at all? If and when she does appear, then what? Will she cackle (like the witch she probably is) at my stupidity and take me to him? When I do see him again in the waking world, what am I supposed to do? What would he want?

[ 'You are mine.' ]

[ 'I want back what belongs to me.' ]

Oh... right. I shudder as images of the last part of my dream return to me. When he and I were... no, it ... wasn't a dream. Well, it was, but now that I think about it, it feels like a memory. Just one I can't remember. Well, damn.

Come on, you old witch, where the hell are you?!

"Hello again, dear. You look like you're waiting for someone..."

"Yeah!" I exclaim, whirling around to face the speaker. "Took you long enough, grand....maa...."

I finish the sentence with a drooling 'gaaaahhhh' as my eyes catch sight at bea beauteous creature before me: tall, gorgeous, young, sleek, dark, sexy, and best of all, definitely female! With the outfit she is wearing, it makes me wonder if she�s a belly dancer. A belly dancer in Sucksville? What is her dress made of... Silk scarves?! I could see right through them... and my eyes are ready to pop out of my head.

She giggles, and her chest seems to be laughing at me, too. I can't tear my eyes away! Then again, why would I want to? Running a tongue over crimson lips, golden eyes focus only on me, giving me a hungry look. It�s as if she wants to eat me. Why is it that only the sadistic ones are after me? Is there any chance in this lifetime that I can get someone a little more normal?

"'Grandma'?" she asks in a incredulous tone, brushing some luscious black curls from her pale face, revealing a glittering ruby headband. "Do I look like an old woman to you?"

"N-N-no!" I stammer, my heart pounding. It's weird, there's this gorgeous babe right in front of me, talking to me, and I'm rooted to the spot! Move, stupid legs, move! Part of my brain won't seem espoespond either since I can't think of anything to say.

Wait a second... there's something odd about her. Well, not her in general, but I just feel like I.... know her. I'm starting to feel really freaked out now, like I should be running *away* from this exotic looking lady.

Reaching out, she cups my chin in her hand. A red manicured fingernail brushes against my lower lip. Her huntress eyes capture mine instantly, and now I really can't move. Seriously, it's like my body has been frozen in place.

She leans forward, brushing her lips against mine, and I have the sudden urge to scream. Hor, sr, she doesn't' kiss me, instead she pulls back a little and grins. Her eyes narrow in laughter, silently mocking my weakness. I'm trembling like a leaf... why the hell am I trembling?!

"You really are a pretty boy," she says as her hand brushes against the fabric of my shirt. "I wonder what your lips taste like..."

Heart still hammering in my chest at the question, I finally find my voice and use it. "Why don't you find out?"

Her lovely eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she just laughs. I'm starting to form a headache, wishing she would stop laughing. It's not loud and crazy like either of the Misu sisters� when they transform. No, it's soft and would almost sound soothing, but I don't know why it irritates me.

"Oh no," she replies, smiling and shaking her head. "I can't do that!"

"W-Why not?"

"Because..." she purrs softly as her finger at my lip slides down along my neck. I swallow hard once she stops at my heart, and wonder if she will wrench it out right now. My blood turns cold when I meet her gaze once again... there's something about her eyes...

"'Because' what?"

"Because you already belong to someone."
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Chapter Seven

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I've met a lot of weird people in my line of work. Being a Sorcerer Hunter, it�s to be expected. As I follow Methuselah, a creepy name for a creepy lady, I begin to think about my past encounters with Sorcerers. I should protest and ask where we're going, but my mouth is feeling lazy all of a sudden. Wonderful. Don't go with any strangers, even if they offer you candy... unless they're hot... and this babe could turn you to cinders by batting an eyelash.

I should go back, but I don't know the way. Actually, I'm not sure where the hell I am right now. It doesn't look like Sucksville... more like one of those places. Yeah, isn't that helpful? Seriously, it looks like one of 'those' places...

Damn. I wish the guys were here to smack some sense into me. Literally. I think I need it.

"So, how much longer?" I ask as we step out of another alley and into a new street. Okay, now I know we're not in Sucksville anymore; not with the brightly colored li and and crowds of people. Each one of them is wearing a mask... is this a party?

"Have I died and gone to... the Twilight Zone? Or am I just losing my mind?"

Methuselah lets out another giggle. Must keep from drooling... Ugh, too late. It's not my fault that my eyes are perverts. Really, it's not me! Not that I'm not enjoying the view but...
"You dirty old man!"

Huh? What? I'm not a...

"...dirty old man, I'm a dirty young man!"

Whoa... I just heard myself speak when I wasn't speaking. How weird is that? Turning my head, I follow the voices as one of the masked people uns. s.

Lila? What is she doing here? The girl I met in the rain all those months ago just smiles at me before placing her mask back on. I want to go after her, but Methuselah - jeez that's a tongue twisty name - pulls me forward.

/* Love is blind, as they say. Lila taught you that love can lead to tragedy. She betrayed her own sister, her flesh and blood. All those women she helped feed to that Sorcerer's Gamuru, their blood is on her hands as well. For what? For the love of someone who would have turned her into food for his dragon as well? *\

But Lila changed. Everyone dees aes a second chance...

/ * Has she changed? * \

Looking back over my shoulder, I find Lila again dancing with another masked man. He laughs as he spins her in his arms, and leans forward to whisper into her ear. She giggles, obviously happy by whatever compliments he's given. Removing his mask, I found myself gaping... It can't be... he's dead... that Sorcerer is dead! We saw him fall!

/ * She will follow and obey only her desires. Love has controlled her selfish actions and caused others harm. Lila will always be his puppet, even in death. *\

That's not true...

/ * She truly deserved to be eaten by the Gamuru. *\

No! She doesn't! No one does!
"...Sorry. Next time, I'll separate the recyclable trash."

What? Metasenia? She's here too, standing in a crowd of handsome and beautiful men. I remember flirting with her, believing she gave that flower to me as an act of kindness. It really was ettyetty flower...

/ * Beautiful it may have been. Yet, mother nature shows us many times that things that have beauty are also poisonous. * \

So she was vain and it caused people to suffer, but she's dead now...
/ * And yet you make the same mistakes again. * \

"Mr. Carrot Glace, I'm honored by your presence..."

Another dancer catches my eye, this one with long beautiful golden hair... wait... do I know her? She turns to me, removing her mask, and smiles sweetly.

Barba. th. that cute and innocent giro tuo turned out to be a Sorceress whip-wielding dominatrix bunny. She was like a bad version of Tira... a really bad pink-nightmare version. But I killed her... she won't harm anyone anymore...

/ * Whoever invites destruction willingly into their home, deserves such a fate. *\

What are you trying to say?! She attacked me first! I had to do it!

/ * Of course. The same would go for the other sorcerers, wouldn't it? Sorcerers like Viscount Taltmut? *\

Suddenly I�m shoved through a crowd of people. Familiar faces and masks become a blur until I find myself in front of someone. A man. A man who's face is hidden beneath an ivory carved mask that had a wicked laughing expression. I may be clueless as times, but the long silvery blonde hair is a dead give away.

I spit his name out like a shard of glass. "Taltmut."

A gloved hand reaches up to remove the mask, revealing that sinister and leering smile that exists in my nightmares. I don�t think I can ever hate and fear anyone that much. I want to rip off that smile and his face altogether.

/ * You did worse. You ate him. You killed him * \

Immediately I cover my ears when the slight chatter of the party is drowned out by several high pitched screams: wailing, whimpering and screeching so loud that I wanted to scream myself. What's happening?! What's going on?!

Red fills my vision and I squeeze my eyes tight. I don't want to see this. I don't want to hear this!

/ * You've been blind and deaf for to long. Shielding yourself like a child who doesn't wish to face the truth. Why don't you listen and look? * \

NO! I don't want to!

/ * Move your hands from your ears and open your eyes * \

Stop it! I don't want to! Leave me the fuck alone!

/ * No. Not until you hear and see what is before you. Not until you face reality. * \

Some strong and invisible force makes me drop my hands to my side. The noise grows louder, almost deafening me. I wish it would. Feeling as if they were being pried open, my eyelids lift up, and I can see again.

Red.

/ * The color of truth * \

Yet, I can't see anything besides that color. Have I gone blind? The screaming stops and a calm, eerie silence is all I can hear. That or my eardrums have finally popped like balloons.

Silence.

I can't hear anything. Not even the sound of my rapidly beating heart. Am I deaf?

Am I dead?

/ * No, you are awake. * \

I take a deep breath and realize that I'm all alone now standing in the darkness. I don't have a clue where it is though, so I call out Methuselah�s name. No response. Did she abandon me? Just great...

Taking a step forward, I find myself treading blindly through water in the darkness. I think it's water. Well, I'm shopihoping it is... and what's that stench?! Ugh... it's suffocating me! ...Seeping into my clothes... what the hell?!

There's a light up ahead in the center of all this darkness. I don't know if that�s a good sign or not. It's a candle. A single candle that lights up the whole place and casts long shadows against an alley wall. The flame flickers and dances, drawing my attention instantly like a moth's.

The foul smell intensifies, and I think I'm going to be sick. My clothes are soaked and the taste of metal is on my tongue. Copper? Iron? I brought my hand to my mouth and spit on it. It is black. No, red.
Blood.

...bump...

...bump...

...bump...

...bump...

Is that my heart beating again? So I am alive. This... this couldn't be real. I'm not injured, so it can't be my blood. No. It's not mine. Then...who's?

Looking down at my hands again, I stare at the red, glistening object I�m holding. Agawhatwhat the hell? I know I didn't pick it up. It just suddenly appeared there and it is vibrating... beating?

...bump...

...bump...

...bump...

...bump...

Oh shit! My eyes widen horror, ready to jump out of my sockets and run off. This... this thing - is a heart. A freaking human heart! The thing pulses as if it were still functioning inside a person's body. The beating grows louder, but this time it's my heart that's racing.

...bump...

...bump...

...bump...

...bump...

..........

The organ falls from my bloodied fingers into the water below. Oh, and guess what... it's not water after all. Red... red everywhere! My stomach flip-flops. It's amazing that it's not trying to escape out my nose by now!

There's something floating by my feet and, against my will, I bend down to pick it up. Dark liquid covers my bare arms as I examine it closely, turning it around in my hands. It's like a basketball, but the shape isn't as round. My fingers stroke through soft and damp pink- almost red - tendrils... it feels like... hair? Naw, it couldn't be.

I uncover a part of the object, pulling the soft mass aside, and nearly lose my stomach this time. A fataretares back at me, features twisted in absolute horror and agony. Whoever this is- was - sure suffered a lot...

Wait... I-I know this person. I mean I knew who this person was. God. I'm being awfully calm about this...

[ "So ... what happened to um ... Tattle-mutt?" ]

[ "You ate him." ]

Taltmut faces me, his expression frozen as I hold his head in my bloodied hands. Why the fuck am I still holding it?! Squeezing my eyes shut, I hurl his head as far as I can. A loud splash echoes throughout the room.

Where am I?

There's a cold draft chilling me as I move towards the bright flickering candle. It glows even brighter, and that's when I realize that I'm not in a room. No, it's... an alley, a secluded one kind of like the place where I... bought my shirt.

"Come out, you old witch!" I holler, listening to my voice echo. Okay, let me think this over: I was following a creepy - but gorgeous - witch, and there was a party. Masks with Familiar faces. Blood, lots of blood. Heart beating in hand. Taltmut's severed head in my hands. Now, I'm shouting my lungs off in an empty alleyway. Hmmm... I think I've finally gone crazy. Or was I already crazy and have just acknowledged it?

I take a step forward as the darkness fades. "I said, 'come out' before I..."

A loud crunching noise fills my ears, the sound of something snapping under pressure. I murmur a silent prayer, hoping it wasn't Taltms hes head again. Much to my relief, it wasn't a head, it was a corpse. Not good, really not good at all.

Alongside it lay several other dead bodies, all rotten and decayed. It smells so horrible that I nearly throw up. The bile burns in my throat when I recognize the corpses.

The burly-men-gang that robbed me. They're all slashed up... no, they're worse than that. It's like something literally chewed them up and spit them out. Sick! What the hell happened to them?!

"You happened to them."

Gasping when I finally hear a voice that isn't my own, I turn around to see someone standing behind me. The old hag simply gave me a toothless grin. The witch! She's screwing wiy hey head!

"You did this!" I accuse, nearly screaming as I point to the cadavers at my feet. She's a witch - a sorcerer's pet - she killed them. Now she's driving me insane, making me think I did it!

"Poor, confused, little boy," she murmurs sadly while shaking her head. "I saw them die, yes, but they did not die by my hand."

My expression hardens as I approach, hoping she'll hit me with a magic attack spell. "Then...?"

"It was you," she answers. "You killed them. You murdered them. They're dead. Ask your friends, it was they who investigated the case. They can tell you about the nice gory mess in the alley way."

"Liar," I hiss. Her words are eating through my doubt. "You lie!"

I couldn't have done it! I didn't kill anyone! I'm not a murderer!

I just got into a fight when I was on my way out of the alley. They had cornered me, and, after I woke up, the burly men were nowhere in sight. But... I didn't really stay long enough to look around.

[ "Hey, punk! Give me all your money, now!" ]

But they didn't take my money...

"You killed them," the old crone repeats.

No. No. No, it couldn't be! I couldn't have killed anyone in my human form. I would have felt it if they�d used magic on me. Hell, I would have known! I would have known...

"Fool," a familiar voice says from behind.

I've reached the end of the road and am now standing before rusty iron gates. Hesitantly, I curl my blood stained hands around the handle and try to pull. The gate won't budge, refusing to open up for me. Pain throbbing through my skull, I try again, pushing my weight against the rusted metal.

Open, damn you!

Angry tears spill down my face as I press myself against the bars, seeking to get on the other side and away from this insanity. Sanctuary. The pain is intense, feeling like something is cracking my head open. Someone... please... let me in...

I feel warm air brush against the back of my ear as a tall shadow falls down upon me. Turning my head, I meet violet eyes as a strong hand reaches out to settle on mine. With no effort at all, I turn the handle, and the gate slowly opens.

/ * Yes... * \

An arm wraps around my waist, before I'm guided through the rusty gate and into... someplace else. I wince sharply. It feels like someone had just screamed in my ear.

~ * CARROT, NO! * ~

Big Mama?

A shiver runs down my spine as her voice is drowned out by the sound of roaring flames consuming some village. A very familiar looking village I discover, as I take a couple steps forward for a closer look. Turning back, my eyes widen as I find myself alone again. The rusty gate, the party, and Methuselah are all gone. All that is left is fire and the high pitch sounds of children screaming. They stop quickly, much to my relief and dread.

Emerging from the bluish-black flames is a tall dark figure I know to well: the stalker of nightmares, Zaha Torte. However, this time he doesn't seem to see me as he advances. His hand seems to be leading something with him, away from the fires.

Small fingers were wrapped around Zaha's larger ones, fingers that belong to a child. A young boy, is trailing almost behind the Sorcerer, trying to keep up with the adult's stride. The whole image of that soul sucker with a child is just too surreal, and horribly familiar.

Swallowing hard, I can't help but stare at the boy's face. He is smiling; smiling and happy standing by Zaha's side. Was this kid nuts? The little boy turns his head and looks up at the adult. He opens his mouth to ask something. A small smile appears on Zaha's face, shocking the hell out of me, as he answers the kid's question.

The boy's smile terrifies me, because I've seen it before. I see the very same smile whenever I pass a mirror. That boy... that boy is... he's...

[ "Are we going to make the new world now?" ]

[ "Yes, Carrot." ]

... Me.

[ Author�s Note ]

Sorry that its been months since I last updated this story. Carrot refused to cooperate with me while writing this. Anyway, I believe I have three more chapters left, and will try to get them posted this year ^_^;
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