//Amita: The Never Ending\\

[Anonymous]

The man had nearly crushed her throat, and now he was being kind a gentle. She wasn't sure what to think anymore, or what she was allowed to think either. She could feel that thing there...invading...
Just like the wires melded directly into her spinal cord...

Her nose had stopped bleeding, the blood gone, and any bruising on her neck was gone as well. She had healed already. Amita swayed back a bit as his face came in close, blue eye fixed on those odd black eyes of his, as was her red-gold one, but for entirely different reasons between them.
The kisses were probably the most unexpected thing to happen to her all day. "S..stop...that..." She mumbled, shaking her head sharply to stop from doing anything back.

Hand taken, she paused for as long as it took for her arm to pull taught before finally trudging along after him. She didn't feel like fighting anymore right now...and the warning given her by the creature was not lightly taken. Still, she couldn't help what came out of her mouth.
"I'm not your property..."

[Anonymous]

He just chuckled lightly as she avoided the kisses, shushing her again with his finger on her soft lips.  As they walked, he paused and turned to her after she made her defensive remark.  With his shades back on and his face smiling almost kindly, he pulled her close by her hand, liking down at her.  "You are my property.  You will always be my property.  And you will grow accustom to it sooner or later."  He spoke almost as if it was what she wanted to hear and that it would sooth her nerves.  "So do not worry.  I have decided to keep you by my side.  You will not have to worry anymore." He embraced her warmly holding her head to his chest as his heart beat softly.

[Anonymous]

Amita flinched at the way he spoke of ownership, like it was the most natural thing in the world. But he was wrong. She already had an owner...
His next words, however, struck a chord, red-gold eye squinting as she tried to think what had caused that response.

Amita blinked rapidly as she was held to him, completely unsure as to what to do in this situation. Nobody had ever held her like that before...
She stiffened slightly, listening to the steady beat of his heart, her normal arm reaching up to grab her collar nervously.
"I...You can't own me! I already have an owner!" She started pulling back, just wanting to get away. The very last thing she needed was another owner!
"Let me go! I don't want to be with you, or anybody else! Get that...that thing out of me and leave me alone!"
The metal on her right arm liquified yet again and spun violently about, arcing above her flesh. It seemed to be reacting to her stressed state, the claws lengthning defensively.
She just wanted to be left alone, dammit!

[Anonymous]

"Not any more." He commented watching her pull back.  He sighed as she rambled on, rolling his eyes.  "Just STOP." He retorted calmly, feeling her irritation now that she was a part of him too now.  And with his words, the presence inside her obeyed, sending its usual signals.  He frowned, looking down at her and she could feel it.  His emotions were open to her now, now that they were bonded.  "I cannot.  I am a part of you now.  And now you are a part of me.  It is permanent." His hard voice explained, somehow softly to her.  She could now fell cold coming from him.  The feeling was eerie and lonely.  And there was another one.  Hidden in the depths of his mind was the pleasure of destruction and annihilation.  But why was he so peaceful?  And peaceful around her?  There was another spot.  One blocked off.  It was caged, layered with in the sadistic behavior and left alone.  Though creepy he was, he refrained from probing her mind.  He did not care.  If there was something she wanted to say, then say it.  But his mind was open to her almost completely.  And if she wished to search, then she may.  Not anyone has survived his or her way through that one area to reach the locked part of his mind.  The ones who could read it anyway.  Usually they went insane before they got close, or he killed them first.  It was up to her.  She had the opportunity and he had the patience.  His mind was enormous and filled with so much, yet it was still very empty.  She would have to explore the areas he did not think about normally to invade him.  "Now, do not argue with me." He stated, the thing in her aiding his demand.

[Anonymous]

Amita snarled as the thing in her bent to the man's will, twisting angrily and wrenching away from him completely. "NO! You can't be my owner! One is enough! It is MORE than enough!" She cried, again clawing at her neck, at her collar. Tears welled up in her natural eye, spilling over and running down her tattooed cheek. Her head snapped up at his words, mouth slightly slack. "It...It's permanent???" She whispered hoarsly. Oh no...no no no no no...

It was just like before! Just like before!!!

She was taken back by the sudden openness of his mind to her, blinking rapidly as she felt herself fall, looking at the layers there, the void spots, the cold...
The pupil of her blue eye snapped wide, growing so far that the rings of blue were condensed  into one dark ring. A startled scream escaped her and she clasped her good hand over the eye, her other eye simply shutting. What...what was that??? Was that...his...his mind???
What was going on?? "Is...is that your...your mind...?" She whispered, keeping her eyes firmly shut, the pain in her right eye nearly unbarable. She shuddered violently as his command went with a firm order from the bit of him along her neck.
"Stop that!"

[Anonymous]

"Why?" he smiled.  "Is it bothering you?" he retorted, taking it as an insult and his expression immediately changed.  "No.  You stop that. " he commanded, increasing the control of the thing within her.  He grabbed her hand and pulled it from her face.  Then an idea came over him and the creature began to wiggle again.  It stretched a limb out, practically microscopic at this point, and began an attempt to paralyze that eye as well as her arm.  If she could not use them, they would not bother her.  It searched around, looking for any signs of a source or area to start paralysis.  Holding her hand, he pulled her to him again.  "Just forget about your previous experience completely.  You will start fresh with me." He coaxed again, talking like those words would calm her.

[Anonymous]

Amita screamed most inhumanly at him, not appreciating the strengthening control at all. As soon as her hand was wrenched from her eye, she screamed again, only this one was full of pain. The pupil was open so wide that too much light, too much stimuli was let in. The circuits were being damaged, spiking pain into her head and down her right arm. "Let me go!!" Her voice was panicked, deadly hand slashing into the arm of his holding her wrist in an even faster display than earlier.
She had to cover her eye before it malfunctioned! He had to let go, dammit! Her eyelid was refusing to close, the eye still trying to compute everything it had suddenly been exposed to in Kamen's mind.

Amita was not so vulnerable within her own body as one might think. Wires ran along and within her spinal cord, wrapping around certain PNS nerves as well. Anytime that microscopic arm got close, the wires vibrated, immediately repelling any attempts at numbing her eye or arm, or anything else enhanced with the odd mechanics.
Her normal eye, wide with panick, still managed to glare at him. "You're doing the same thing he did! You're doing the same thing! It's not starting over, IT'S STARTING AGAIN!" It was obviously she was scared half out of her mind, covering it with anger and frustration at him. She didn't want this to happen again...her unstable psyche couldn't take it.

[Anonymous]

He sighed at his failed attempt and decided to go overboard as a deadly grin crept up on his face.  He would break in her mind if he had to.  The creature left the eye alone and he stopped her from covering it, holding her hand as he defended against her claw.  Every slash and gouge she made at him sent pain through her body.  It was the pan he felt, but he seemed to not feel it at all...used to it.  The stimuli increased severely from the creature within her.  If she wanted it rough, she would get it.  "Maybe you missed the point.  Accept it and move on." he forced her calmly.  Being a part of her now, he knew why the eye hurt but did not care if he destroyed it, in fact, good riddens.  The pain of her eye shot through his.  The bond worked both ways, but he seemed unaffected.  He felt all her pain as well and did not flinch.

[Anonymous]

Amita gasped lightly as pain spiked through her arm as she slashed at him, able to feel the slicing and gouging of her own claws, as though it were happening to her and not him. But she could see the damage being inflicted on his flesh, though she herself felt it. Were they sharing the pain??
She refused to stop however, deadly claws slicing at him in an attempt to cut his arm right off. The pain in her eye was blinding now, sending white flashes even into her regular eye, until it was hard to see much of anything at all.
"Let me GO!!" She screamed, a wave of pure energy rushing off of her and crushing into Kamen, and it had nothing to do with her mechanical side. She was part demon and elf, after all.

Finally, the fail safe system kicked in, pushing her into unconciousness. Her knees buckled and she collapsed, her right eye and arm the first things to stop working. Her eyelid finally closed over the malfunctioning eye, numbing the pain. As she began to pass into darkness, she managed to look up at him, her eye glossed with pain and anger.
"I...I hate you..." She hissed, and then her world went black. Amita was now just a limp piece of flesh, the mechanics within her quickly moving to repair the damage done while she was out.

[Anonymous]

Embracing her softly as she lost consciousness, he held he up and gazed blankly down at his shredded arm.  He could see his bones and the black blood poured everywhere.  He sighed and clenched his fist as new flesh came forth to rejuvenate his limb.  All was fixed, yet a very visible scar remained.  With some more concentration, the scar vanished.  His true form would be cursed to wear these scars, but as he shifted forms, he could hide them completely.  She hated him?  So what else was new?  He gently scooped her into his arms and held her close, walking off somewhere.  What would happen when she awoke though?  This could be fun.  Reaching the base of a small waterfall just outside Connlaoth, he set her down on the soft grass and gazed about the secluded place.  It was pretty far off.  How did he get there so fast?  With no one in sight, he headed straight into the water as his body morphed.  He became a bare alien.  In a body much larger and white, he entered up to his knees and breathed deep.  His body rippled with muscle, from head to his alien claw feet and his split tail.  His skin was bald and sleek, covered by nasty and un-survivable scars.  He began to purr softly, closing his eyes as his tails lightly lashed around in the water.  He scooped up some water in his hands and splashed his face, listening to the soothing waterfall.

[Anonymous]

The tiny nanites within her completed the repairs in record time, nothing major having been damaged. It could not remove the odd growth that had appeared on her spine, but began annalysing, working on a way to remove it.
Eventually, it would find a way.
Finally, the supressors in her mind let up, allowing her to wake slowly. Her arm and eye held no traces of pain, nor did any other part of her slender body.

With a soft groan, Amita rolled over slowly, squinting against the light. She was dead tired from all the fighting and damage she had taken that day. Finally she began to focus on an odd shape in the pool of water ahead of her. It took a moment for her to figure out the humanoid shape, the white of it's skin catching the glare off the water. Her blue eye quickly widened a bit, the blue rings spinning as it annalysed the creature. The data and DNA referencing was just patchy enough to varify that the creature before her was the same man that had 'claimed' her.
Both eyes widened sharply, and she stayed completely silent.

If this day could get any weirder or worse...

[Anonymous]

His head slowly lifted, pausing for a slight moment.  Creeping slowly, his head turned with his upper torso as his eyes met her now awake form.  Tails lashing again, he stared blankly at her, his unique facial features clear in the light as the clean water trickled down his body refreshingly.  A small playful smirk grew on his face and his tail morphed flat and wide.  It scooped up some water with a large thrust and splashed the girl.  A small chuckle escaped his throat through his continuous purring and he waited for her reaction.  Some natural feelings were indirectly sent to her, showing a soothing and calm nature from him.  This creature was totally weird...

[Anonymous]

Amita just stared at his changed face, teeth clenched shut to keep even the smallest sound from escaping. How was she supposed to react to that? Many people, she guessed, would be repulsed or frightened, and would run screaming.
But that particular urge never came to her, though the idea of running in an attempt to escape was a possibility.
Somehow she doubted she'd get very far.
So what else? What was she supposed to think? Her right hand twitched mildly, blue eye still spinning away information. He looked strange...but then...so did she. So how should she react? Should she not react at all??

Not that it mattered, for a few moments later and she was soaked. Amita squealed and bounced up, shaking the water from her head, wet right arm held off to the side a bit. Nothing sparked or anything, not that she expected it to, but she still disliked having that arm wet. The skin showing wasn't like the rest of her skin, didn't really feel the water the same way. It bothered her, and she quickly shook the arm to dry it off a bit.
The water didn't agree so well with her white body suit either, as it was tight enough without having the water to give it a bit of extra stick and transparency.
Wonderful, she might as well be wearing nothing now!

The feelings of soothing and calm clashed with her own disgruntled ones, but they did stop her from lashing out angrily with words. Finally she just sniffed, water dripping off of her damp hair as she glared at him. It wasn't an all out glare though, having more of a 'why did you have to do that???' look.
And oddly, she found herself perfectly comfortable with his odd new look. It just...didn't bother her, and so she stopped looking at it as though it were different, and simply looked at him.

[Anonymous]

His eyes met with her upset face and then up and down her body.  Cute and attractive were some more unintentional feelings sent as he took in the pretty sight.  His frame turned to her further and he curled his finger in a 'come here' motion playfully.  The creature within reflected his true feelings for her at the moment and he seemed a lot nicer when she obeyed.  In an odd way, it was comforting being around him.  Sharing a deep bond with him showed a lot more that how he appeared to be.  That was both a good and a bad thing.  He was also new to this.  It was his very first time bonding with someone.  For curiosity's sake, he wanted to try it out and keep her around.  Considering how old he is, he must try new things to entertain himself.  "C'mon, the water is nice." He suggested kindly.  He chose to not force her this time, though naturally, she could see into his thoughts and in actuality, he was intriguing.

[Anonymous]

Amita bared her teeth defensively as his eyes roamed her body, a blush creeping into her tanned cheeks. The entire 'come hither' display only made her blush more. Gah, this was stupid! Why was she blushing anyway??? She didn't even like him!
Calm...calm...

Being able to sense his thoughts and feelings like she could was highly unnerving at times. The blue eye began to widen, and she quickly shut it before it could malfunction again. Apparently, seeing into his mind didn't agree with her delicate programming.
He still wanted her to join him...and he was being so...so gentle about it too. Despite the piece of him within her, he was allowing her the choice.
She was already pretty much soaked...
And contrary to popular belief, her programming did insist on obeying orders. But then, that only referred to one specific master.
Still...

Shifting timidly from foot to foot, she finally stalked over to the water's edge and stared down at it. Ok...well, how hard could it be? As long as she was careful of her arm, it should be fine. Of course, there was the problem that she couldn't really swim. It didn't look deep though...
Wrinkling her nose, she finally waded in, keeping her abnormally long arm lifted away from the water. Immediately the programming whirred, and she felt much better, having dutifully obeyed. And so, the mechanics rewarded her with a nice feeling stimulated by the chemicals in her brain.
She never though to question all the strange mechanics and metal that had such a large control over her body. It was all she was really used to, what she had known since she was little. Since the experimentation started...

Surprisingly calm, and in up to her waist, Amita turned and stared at Kamen. Her face held a 'what now?' expression, since she obviously didn't understand why they would just be standing in the water. Her blue eye had calmed, so she could open it again, the rings slowly turning as soon as he came into view. There was so much data to annalyze on him...

[Anonymous]

His solid black eyes followed her into the water.  He could sense her current emotions, uncontrollably feeling them.  This was new.  She came on her own.  Still smiling down at her 'now what do I do' expression, he took her human hand delicately, pulling her deeper with him, the water now above her chest.  With his other hand, he scooped up some fresh water gently and trickled it down her cheek, cleaning any leftover dirt.  Still maintaining that soft purr, his hands now reached down and grabbed onto the shoulder straps to her body suit.  With a calm gaze and the transferred feelings of 'do not worry, it is only bathing', he very slowly and very gently pulled it down off of her and afterward, placed her metal arm upon his shoulder to keep it elevated from getting wet.  Once free of her clothing, only the water hid her bareness and he trickled more water down her hair and cheeks, washing her off softly.  "What is your name?" he asked curiously, his voice sweet and polite as he rubbed some water on her ears.  The mood was now tranquil and serene.

[Anonymous]

Amita shifted back a bit as he reached for her normal hand, still a bit wary of him. But he took it gently enough, and she was fairly sure they wouldn't have a repeat of earlier. She was nervous about wading deeper, for she had never been taught to swim. She followed after him haltingly, not knowing if she could trust him not to let her drown if they went out too far.
Her programming willed her to trust him though, conforming itself to the new set of circumstances. She didn't fight the programming, and so slowly began to trust him, letting herself be pulled without any resistance.

With the water up above her breasts, Amita began to panic slightly, her breathing and heart rate increasing. Her right arm was held over her head completely, trying to stay out of the odd-feeling water. A tingling at the back of her neck warned not to go deeper, for the ports were unprotected and would malfunction if flushed with that much liquid.
Both eyes blinked a bit when he rinsed her cheek, head tilting slightly as she watched him. She finally realized what that consistent sound had been. It was him, purring it seemed.
The mechanics in her brain whirred for all of a split second, and decided the sound was nice and comforting. She should like it, and calm.
And that she did, the panic receding in time for him to begin undressing her.

Confused, she watched his hands at first, not entirely sure what he aimed to do. She normally did not have to take it off, and her master never had either. Any time she might need to go to the restroom, she could just as easily tear it open and have it reknit, rather than take it off completely.
Realizing that was indeed what he was doing, she had to twist her metal-adorned arm akwardly to get the strap off without dunking it into the water. Once completely undressed, she felt her most deadly arm calmly placed upon his shoulder. She blanched at this. Didn't he know she could now take his head right off??
Didn't he realize that....
That....
....

The thought just floated away, and she frowned slightly, brow pulling together. She had just completely lost what she was thinking about...
She never did like it when that happened, and for it to happen so soon after...

The washing resumed, and her attention shifted. She bowed her head a bit as her hair and face was wetted, blue shutting defensively. "Um..." She started softly, the earings on her jingling lightly as he rubbed them with water. It made a strange tickle run down her spine, and unsure whether to like it or not, she half-heartedly ducked away.
"I'm Amita..." She answered finally, and it was a much more submissive and quiet tone than she had used before. All the hostility had just...drained away.
For now at least.

[Anonymous]

"Amita..." He repeated.  "I am Kamen." His hand then flowed down her cheek and around to the back of her neck.  His fingers grazed her ports, feeling her caution and swirled around them.  Some of the material that made his body capped them safely with a black coating and then his hand came back around and lifted her chin.  "No worries."  He whispered softly.  From his shoulder, the same black substance began to coat her arm.  He made his intentions known gently as his hand slid from her chin and his thumb pressed to her skin on the side of her blue eye.  The same black material crawled into her eye with no harm whatsoever.  What was he?  The covering of her eye was solid black, but from the other side, her eye could see clearly through as it became completely transparent, showing off the color, but leaving the rest black.  And her arm...the pliable matter coated her like a smooth glove.  Her arm then suddenly began to shrink painlessly, mirroring her normal one.  How the hell??  The new coating then gave off the sensation of real skin, though it stayed like a black glove.  It was weird...really weird.  He then waded deeper, his hands, gently grasping her hips and pulling her with.  He kept himself afloat effortlessly in the deep water, holding her close as she was now off ground.  He was now so very gentle with her.  It was so calm.

[Anonymous]

Amita nodded softly at his name. Kamen... It was filed away safely. As soon as he touched the ports, she gasped and jerked forward a bit, that by far one of her most sensitive spots. But then...it was carefully plugged against the water. She quickly reached around to feel at it, blinking up at him in amazment. He...how had he done that!?

Amita's eyes widened as her arm began to get coated over, unable to remove it until the process was over. He did the same to her eye, and even her programming was not sure what to do about it. It didn't seem to be harming her...if anything, it was beneficiary. Nothing would get damaged in the water now.
She stared horrified as her arm began to shrink, for a moment wondering if it would dissapear completely.
And then, it was there...a normal looking arm. And...it felt normal too...
She stared awe-struck at it for a long time, until she was being drawn further out into the water.

Suddenly unable to touch the ground, her eyes snapped open and she clung to him, fear written all over her features. "I...I can't swim!" She whispered tightly, straining to touch the bottom and unable to.

[Anonymous]

He chuckled softly, embracing her as she clung for safety.  His soft purr could now be felt vibrating through his chest, massaging her skin gently.  "No worries." he spoke again, slowly and confidently.  He held her securely as they floated out deeper.  One arm wrapped around her waist as the other curiously felt up her side.  He caressed the side of her breast, coasting down her ribs and tummy and making his way to her outer thigh.  His soft and inquiring fingers crept around, coming up the front of her leg near the line of her crotch and back up.  All his true motives were sent and none of them had anything to do with rape or any sexual conduct.  It was all purely an intimate massage.  In doing this, it was his way of finding out her reactions and what she liked.  How could something like him be so...romantic??  He then lifted that hand in front of her face, holding up his first two fingers.  He showed them to her and then slowly pressed them to the side of her neck behind her ear, sliding downward against her skin with firm, but gentle pressure and moved to the other one.  With the same reaction as before, a black substance marked a rectangle on each side of her neck after he removed his fingers.  She could then feel a slight tingling in her throat.  It wasn’t a scary tingle though; it was soft and soothing.  "No worries." He repeated again before slowly submerging with her.  Once under, those marks on her neck began to filter the oxygen from the water, allowing her to breath.  As they sank, he let her go and held her hands as he began to swim backward with ease.  His eyes took in the smooth curvatures of her body as he pulled her deeper.  His purr now echoed through the water as the peaceful sounds of the waterfall could be heard in the distance.