Eyes and Roots is turning 2 years old

Chapter 4.5 - Sisters

A/N: This is written to celebrate two years since I started writing Eyes and Roots. Thank you to all who have kept up with the story since then. My life has changed so much since writing this, in ways I couldn’t ever begin to properly describe. To be honest, it’s the most important work I have ever authored. I found love, a community, and passion through my work with Eyes and Roots, and it will only continue as the work progresses.

You’re all wonderful. Please take care of yourselves. Even if you don’t think so, you are loved. The world is better with you in it.

-WriterBang

Woman/Yapping☕: Whilst looking up stuff for chapter 5, I realized WriterBang had posted his first chapter on Reddit already about 2 years ago. Actually, today, is the day he created his writing account. I thought a little surprise to celebrate that anniversary could be cool. Thus, a bonus one-shot doujinshi of 13 pages is now in progress. Canonically happening between chapter 4 and 5 in Eyes and Roots, it is a sexy yet disturbing dream sequence!! Eyes and Roots has changed my life so much as well, and I would never go back.

-Sea___Lean

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Scritch, scritch.

Andrew’s teenage handwriting filled the notebook page. Science class. Matter and antimatter.

A glance up. The teacher was in his own world, going off on a tangent while writing on the whiteboard – the rhythmic dance of chalk as steady as the ticking of a clock. Glance back to the page.

He thought this stuff was interesting from a bird’s eye view, but his brain didn’t think like a scientist. He worried too much about things that hadn’t – or would never – happen to be particularly good at the subject. It made him good at things like poetry, or anxiety that kept the heart pounding in the dead of night.

A poorly proportioned doodle of the matter-antimatter reaction took his focus on the page as the teacher tried to wax poetic about the symbolism of it all. How matter and energy were one. How we were all waves of light in this beautiful, wonderful cosmos…

Bullshit in Andrew’s opinion. Even if it was true, it didn’t make him feel better about his life.

“She’s always hanging around you, dude,” his friend said to his right.

Andrew turned and saw him, face obscured to time and memories entangling with others.

“She’s my sister,” he said with the same tired line and voice. He drew the vectors that the teacher had drawn on the board, connecting to each other in the middle.

“You know it’s not normal,” a girl said to his left.

Andrew didn’t even bother looking at her. “She’s just immature, she barely started high school.”

The teacher turned away from the board, facing him for a moment with a steely gaze. “You know you’re not normal.”

No one looked at Andrew, busy with their notes. The teacher did run a tight ship after all, any funny business was usually met with a firm scolding and a threat to call home.

Andrew stared at the page as the drawing finished itself. Annihilation. Two particles in, pure energy out. The end of what those things used to be.

He looked up and the teacher was in front of his desk. A dark silhouette. Everyone else had disappeared.

“I’m worried about you, Andrew. Your grades have slipped for years, but I see that brain you’ve got. Why don’t you try harder?”

Andrew scoffed, “Trust me, it got me nowhere.”

The form shook its head and turned away. The roof and walls fell away into black obscurity.

“Would you give up your future just to please her?”

Andrew clenched his jaw. “You and everyone else, you’re all the same. You just don’t get it.”

He looked back at his notes. The detailed diagrams and definitions were now scrawled over with an assortment of varying crayon colors.

“You just don’t get it.”

He stood up and walked away from his desk, out into the hallway.

The hallway of his house.

“Andy, Andy!” a shrill voice came screaming.

Andrew watched as Leyley came bounding over, some new monstrosity drawn on a page of a book she’d torn out.

“Come on, come play with me!” she demanded.

“Shut up,” he said with a groan, walking out to the balcony. It gave a view of the world as if he were in a cage. Endless glass skyscrapers as far as the eye could see, so tall he had to crane his neck to see the tops of them. Clouds drifted lazily overhead in the silent blue skies.

“What!?” she cried out, following him like his own shadow. “You’re so mean!”

Andrew calmed his heart with deep breaths, looking out into the glass buildings with a cigarette in his hand. A bad habit that started young. He lit up and took a drag.

“You’ve been wasting your day not being here with me!” she yelled beside him, making his ears ring.

He turned and looked down at her, taking another drag and blowing it into her face. His reflection revealed he was grown up now. He could finally stand up to her.

She coughed, before baring her teeth and wailing on him with her fists.

“Stop ruining my fucking life,” he said with barely contained rage. “Get out of here! Go bother someone else!”

She looked up at him as if betrayed, before tears spilled over and she started to scream.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” her little voice shrieked. “FUCK YOU ANDY!”

She turned to run, but Andrew grabbed her by the hair. She screamed in pain, and the wind started to pick up.

“You keep calling me Andy,” he said with a casual demeanor, taking another drag of his cigarette while staring at the crying and screaming creature in his grasp. “But he’s not here anymore.”

He pulled Leyley close to him and pressed his cigarette directly into her forehead. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed louder than he’d ever heard, desperately trying to get out of Andrew’s grasp.

“He died a long time ago. And honestly?”

The embers of the cigarette turned blood red, and the light of the world vanished - leaving only them in the black. Blood dripped from the wound.

“I wish I had put you in that fucking box.”

Andrew flicked the cigarette into the abyss, reared his fist back, and punched the little brat as hard as he possibly could. Her screams cut out, and baby teeth flew. She clutched at her face, starting to cry again in a wet and bloody voice before Andrew drove his knee into her stomach, sending her to the ground as all the air was driven from her lungs.

He smirked, staring down at her small, shaking form. He raised his foot and slammed it into her face. That creature’s face. It was mangled, with blood and saliva pouring from her ruined features.

She sobbed, curling in on herself. He kneeled beside her, before sitting on top of her.

“What, can’t deal with it?” he sarcastically remarked.

She didn’t respond. He rolled his eyes and pulled her hands away from her face.

Her little face, that awful beast of a forgotten daughter, looked up at him and began to morph before his eyes. He stared as her teenage self came into clear view. She smirked at him.

“Good thing you kept me around, hm?”

Andrew looked at her, halted by that expression that sparked something within him. One day, she was no longer the same in his eyes.

The black gave way to the school theater stage, shielded by the curtains. They were laying upon the center of it all. The audience was growing impatient; their chatter betraying their presence. Andrew knew. He’d always known they were there.

She leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck - pressing her chest into his, staring deeply into his eyes. “When did it start?”

Andrew didn’t know.

She tilted her head at him playfully. “Does it really matter?”

He took a deep breath. She smelled incredible. She gave him the attention he needed. The attention he hated. The love he never asked for but would never relinquish.

He wrapped his hands around her throat, beginning to squeeze. She was still the same brat, he told himself. She was still Leyley. She deserved to be hurt. She’d made his life miserable.

But why then, did he start to miss her? Why did he entertain her more and more? When did he learn to be okay with this?

She bit her lip as he increased the pressure, cupping his face. Those eyes weren’t the same as they once were.

“I’ve always been yours,” she said, closing her eyes and seeming to melt into his touch contentedly.

A young woman was replacing the monster he’d known.

He stared, then pulled her close by the neck and kissed her, those pouty lips feeling like the best thing he could have ever fantasized. The girl he knew was changing. Or maybe, he had come to embrace the reality of his life. He pushed her down to the ground.

The curtains pulled open. Andrew turned to look. The audience was empty.

Her hands steered his gaze back to her.

She changed again before his eyes, until she was as he knew her now. Her face was flushed, and she didn’t even seem bothered by what he was doing. Her chest grew beneath him, and she ground her hips against his – making him painfully hard.

“It was always just us,” she said with a smile. “Andy and Leyley, Andrew and Ashley.

He stared at her voluptuous body beneath him, as her breasts grew and her curves became even more pronounced. Her hands pressed against his chest and pushed him off her with startling force. He flew onto his back, and she was quickly atop him.

She smiled in victory, as the lights on the stage turned on and cast them in blood red light. Pointed spiral horns sprouted from her head, and a spade-tipped tail appeared from behind her back. Her pink eyes glowed in the stygian light. A succubus in his mind.

“It didn’t matter which version of us it was,” she commented, reaching her hands forward towards his sweater. Claw-tipped. She tore through the fabric and painted bloody claw marks down his chest. Painless, pleasurable, and wrong. He couldn’t look away.

She tore the ragged cloth off him, before taking her bloody nails and tearing her clothes off. She leaned forwards and dragged her tits across his bloody chest, smearing it with her oversized breasts.

He needed her. He needed her. He needed her now.

He dug his fingers into her ass, and she moaned sweetly in his ear, tail wrapping around his cock like the softest velvet. It began to writhe and wring him in rhythmic, pulsing motions.

“All I ever knew was you,” she whispered, dragging a long serpentine tongue against his neck and ear, making him shiver. “You complete me, Andrew.”

The lights brightened around them, until they were deep within a red space. Just them in the bloody mess of their lives. Her body continued to become increasingly pronounced, beyond anything she could ever look like.

“Never leave me,” he moaned, feeling close to orgasm.

She leaned back and stared into his eyes, her sclera becoming black as her horns grew and black wings sprouted from her back.

“You’d have to kill me. But, you already knew that,” she said with a smirk.

She dove back for a kiss, wrapping her long, forked tongue around his and aligning his cock with her dripping pussy, gliding the head through her folds. He felt her wings wrap around him, holding him close as the red lights faded.

When he opened his eyes, it was just her smirking face in the dim light.

She plunged down atop him. Pure heat and pleasure exploded, and he orgasmed. Branching shadows snaked from behind her and wrapped around his entire body – warm, gentle, and smothering any thought.

Who he was, any conception he had of his identity, it was being destroyed. If he was no longer Andy, and if she was no longer Leyley, then who exactly were they?

What would come from the annihilation of who they were?

“You’re mine, mine! MINE!” she screamed in ecstasy, tongue extending as she panted in pure carnal delight.

Andrew’s eyes rolled back as the world exploded into searing red light. Pure energy. Sex, violence, everything he’d suppressed for so long finally let loose. The last he perceived was Ashley’s alluring, demonic form shaking in bliss, cupping a tit with one hand and her womb with the other.

“All mine. Forever…”

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Andrew’s eyes snapped open. His heart was pounding. He looked beside him and saw the nude sleeping form of Ashley, clearly not demonic. He took a deep breath to calm down, noting the raging hard on he was packing.

Just a dream. Thank god. He supposed the crazy whirlwind of the past days was getting to him.

Watching the steady breathing of his sister - now of the woman he’d come to love, he soon drifted back to sleep. This dream would be forgotten, just as so many more had been before.

However, the mark glowed anew, and soon Andrew was somewhere else.

Somewhere he shouldn’t have been.

END OF PART 4.5