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Yoko was actively swinging her cage, building momentum with the combined strength of her legs and the gusts of wind. She steered the movement of the cage as though she was surfing to avoid the air slashes that came her way. The cage spun around faster than Yoko could think. Blood rushed to her head and started to go pale.
The ground was starting to churn under Yori's feet, the violent waves of wind cuts crushing down on the cliff, breaking it down into rubble. The cliff suddenly collapsed, and the lever that was holding the Yoko's cage opened. In the half-second it took for Yori to see where the cage was, Ayako uncloaked above Yori for a downward swing with her scythe. A jet of flame burst from the tip of Yori's sword. Ayako backflipped to avoid the flame, but it had engulfed the cloak. Yoko screamed as she plummeted towards the ocean. As the fire consumed the cloak, Yori activated his boosters and rocketed towards Ayako. By the time that Ayako completed her backflip, Yori's sword stabbed through her chest. Blood sputtered from Ayako's mouth. She was grinning, holding Yori's sword with both of her hands. Her facial features became hollow. Yori knew by the feel of his sword inside of Ayako that this version was human. There was a crash as the cage collided with the ocean.
"You can't save her." Ayako said. "Like the ones before her, she will die."
The sword was fully embedded in Ayako's chest. Yori had no time to pry it from her. He let go and dove into the water after Yoko. The cage was sinking fast into the darkness. Streams of blood flowed behind him, from the countless cuts that Ayako inflicted. Yori swam towards the cage, and his metal hand becoming hot enough to melt steel. He violently grabbed the lock and ripped it off, flinging open the door. Yoko's eyes were closed as her body lay against the bars and the cage floor. Yori took her over his shoulder and started swimming back up towards the light. The weight of the water above him started to crush him.
Thinking quickly, Yori heated the water around him. If he had calculated what he needed to do, it would've seemed to be an insumountable task. In this situation, no calculation mattered. Yori felt resolve burn within his chest to save Yoko no matter the risk. The water in the ocean around him started to boil, making the water lighter and rich with oxygen. With another burst of power expended to boost him upward, he broke the surface of the water and dragged Yoko to shore.
Yori's body was the verge of shutting down, as though his body had just become aware of the blood loss and the punishment he forced his body to go through. But Yoko wasn't breathing. In Yoko's face, he could see the faces of the previously dead, of the women he failed to save. He began the process of CPR pressing her chest three times before giving her a breath of air, repeating again and again. Yori resolved to never stop until she breathed.
A gasp of air pieced the silence on the beach. Yori quickly lifted Yoko to face opposite of him as she threw up the ocean water that filled her lungs. She coughed violently, struggling to get up.
"Relax." said Yori. "It's safe." Yori collapsed face first into the sand beside Yoko. Yoko turned herself around, and flipped Yori by the should, so they were both facing upward at the warm sun. They didn't say a word as they rested. Yoko was the first to sit up, looking down at Yori every so often to check nothing was wrong. Yori followed soon after. Yoko crawled towards Yori and wrapped her arms around him. Their chins rested on each others shoulders as they hugged each other tightly.
The ground was starting to churn under Yori's feet, the violent waves of wind cuts crushing down on the cliff, breaking it down into rubble. The cliff suddenly collapsed, and the lever that was holding the Yoko's cage opened. In the half-second it took for Yori to see where the cage was, Ayako uncloaked above Yori for a downward swing with her scythe. A jet of flame burst from the tip of Yori's sword. Ayako backflipped to avoid the flame, but it had engulfed the cloak. Yoko screamed as she plummeted towards the ocean. As the fire consumed the cloak, Yori activated his boosters and rocketed towards Ayako. By the time that Ayako completed her backflip, Yori's sword stabbed through her chest. Blood sputtered from Ayako's mouth. She was grinning, holding Yori's sword with both of her hands. Her facial features became hollow. Yori knew by the feel of his sword inside of Ayako that this version was human. There was a crash as the cage collided with the ocean.
"You can't save her." Ayako said. "Like the ones before her, she will die."
The sword was fully embedded in Ayako's chest. Yori had no time to pry it from her. He let go and dove into the water after Yoko. The cage was sinking fast into the darkness. Streams of blood flowed behind him, from the countless cuts that Ayako inflicted. Yori swam towards the cage, and his metal hand becoming hot enough to melt steel. He violently grabbed the lock and ripped it off, flinging open the door. Yoko's eyes were closed as her body lay against the bars and the cage floor. Yori took her over his shoulder and started swimming back up towards the light. The weight of the water above him started to crush him.
Thinking quickly, Yori heated the water around him. If he had calculated what he needed to do, it would've seemed to be an insumountable task. In this situation, no calculation mattered. Yori felt resolve burn within his chest to save Yoko no matter the risk. The water in the ocean around him started to boil, making the water lighter and rich with oxygen. With another burst of power expended to boost him upward, he broke the surface of the water and dragged Yoko to shore.
Yori's body was the verge of shutting down, as though his body had just become aware of the blood loss and the punishment he forced his body to go through. But Yoko wasn't breathing. In Yoko's face, he could see the faces of the previously dead, of the women he failed to save. He began the process of CPR pressing her chest three times before giving her a breath of air, repeating again and again. Yori resolved to never stop until she breathed.
A gasp of air pieced the silence on the beach. Yori quickly lifted Yoko to face opposite of him as she threw up the ocean water that filled her lungs. She coughed violently, struggling to get up.
"Relax." said Yori. "It's safe." Yori collapsed face first into the sand beside Yoko. Yoko turned herself around, and flipped Yori by the should, so they were both facing upward at the warm sun. They didn't say a word as they rested. Yoko was the first to sit up, looking down at Yori every so often to check nothing was wrong. Yori followed soon after. Yoko crawled towards Yori and wrapped her arms around him. Their chins rested on each others shoulders as they hugged each other tightly.