Chapter 115 - Forcing Her Hatred

Niniola sniffed standing behind Sunday as she lifted her. head, her eyes settling on the hellscape that the First Heaven was made of. It was familiar, so very familiar. After all, this had been the place that she found solace during the times when no one would want to associate with her.

In here, there was no distinction. No abomination, nothing evil or good. The only things that existed here were those who were strong, the mighty and those who were weak, the prey.

Any other thing was merely a fairy tale at best.

It was funny still. In the place where she found solace in its loneliness and lurking of danger in which she had been shaped to who she was now, she was standing with the same and only person that had accepted her for who she was. 

Sunday was not only her champion. He was her everything. Which was why when he left, she had been sad. Hurt and extremely Pained.

"Niniola," Sunday called to her, drawing close to her.

She stifled her body, the anger of what he had done coming back in waves over her.

"Maybe there is a reason or reasons why we should not be together and around each other." Sunday said and Niniola frowned, biting her lower lip.

"I am the child of destiny. Prophecy, I mean. I am the one prophesied to bring destruction and carnage to all of Heaven. I am the one who is fated to... You understand, don't you? That's why you cannot be around me." Sunday paused, frowning his face too.

"Everyone thinks I am going to become that person. Everyone thinks that someday I would rain havoc and destruction that is why they kept avoiding me and secluding me from alot of things. But now, I have a chance to prove that I am not what they expect. Ninola, I am not a demon in the making. I am an Irunmole and this is my chance to show all of them that they are wring about me. That I am not fated to bring devastation just because of some stupid prophecy."

"What are you saying?" Niniola turned around, her face softening as she looked searchingly at the taut, tensed up face of Sunday.

"I am saying... I don't want you Around. Don't you get it.. You will always get in my way. And if that happens, how can I prove myself instead of people thinking you are the one leading me on what choices I make. I don't need you, Niniola. Go!" Sunday bared his teeth at her, fisting his hands.

"W-what?" Niniola's eyes moistened as she staggered back at the unkind words she heard, her left hand pointing to her c.h.e.s.t while her mouth hung open loosely. 

However, the next moment, her ways flashed, tightening up into a scowl as she stood upright and pointed her first finger of the left hand at Sundays face. 

"No!" Niniola screamed. "You don't get to say that. You don't need me? But yet, I have been the one securing your bum against anyone who tried to pick on you. I have been the one always looking out for your best interests even when you walked blindly into traps and all. It has been me, Sunday!

So, you have no right to say those words to me when it was you who broke our friendship by ditching me. All for what? Because some crazed old man who calls himself the Lightning Sage told you to?" Niniola smote her c.h.e.s.t over and over to place emphasis on her words.

On heading those words, Sunday's resolved faltered. Niniola was right. She had been his protector and all of that. For someone like him who was mostly restricted from being outside and all because of the prophecy, he had much of a stunted growth and thus he had bee picked on by everyone.

((A/N:This is what he thinks but his growth level was just typical of people of his age.

Remember that he could use Imole Mo before even the graduation of his friends at Ijinle Orun.))

Niniola had been the one who had kept him safe against those who had picked on him. She had been the one who had taught him just how to go about the activation of the rudimentary technique of Imole Mo. I'm fact, if she had not been there from the beginning, Sunday sighed, then the encounter with the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf back then would have surely turned out differently from what it did. At least, he had had the Imole MO to defend himself but if Niniola had not been there for him, perhaps, now, he would not even have been standing or have lived to this day.

Still... Niniola was... He needed to grow. Of Ninola was still around him, then, she would fuss over him, protecting him so much that what he needed to know, she would have blocked from getting to him.

And her actions now just proved that he was right.

"Look,.." Sunday exhaled, putting his open palms in front of him. "Look, maybe it is right that you are not with me. And to be honest, those words you said were not necessary. You are just overreacting and... 

And seriously... Why would I want you to be be with me..You are impulsive Niniola. It is going to stand in my way of understanding the..."

"Me? Overreacting?" Ninola bared her teeth with a fierce shake of her head such that her hair shook. "Me? Impulsive? Are you trying to pick on me because o-of..." She stammered.

Sunday frowned. Because of what?

Yes, he remembered. Ninola had been banished and the memory of that was something that was her weak point no matter what the circ.u.mstances. 

And if he could capitalize on that,then his goal if going on the rest of this mission alone would become actualized because she would get so fuiroos that she would leave him rh next instant.

Yes, he had to play that card. To make her hate him and leave.

Even though, somehow, deep within him, he wanted her to stay. But with her around, nothing was ever going to work for him..He would still be that weak boy before his father, The Elder. He would...

"Yes... I am picking on you because of that. If not for your stupidity and your impulsiveness, would you have gotten banished in the fist place?" Sunday glared at her, breathing heavily.

He noticed the dilating of Ninola's pupils as her teeth chattered in the rage that was racking her up. Her face was scrunched up, lower lip rolled over into her mouth, bit down by the upper row of dentition as she glared at him.

Just one more...

"If not for how foolish you were..." Sunday blasted out.