Kyuu Sogou Byou (One who is cornered will fight like a devil)
By Amaniblue
© Amaniblue, July 2006
AN: A KKM anime AU continuation fanfic after the anime. ConYuu centered with elements of romance, angst, drama, and slight comedy. Oh yes, there will be blood, gore and violence. Rated R to NC-17 for violence, death, swearing, and yes boyxboy smex.
All OC characters are of my own creation. I have yet to see all the episodes, but enough to formulate a pretty decent plot here. Some slight spoilers are present. All flames will be sent to Hell or in this case New Makoku, but all praises are welcome.
Also, I am a new fan to this series and couple. So if any plot lines or dialog coincidentally sounds similar to some other fics, I apologize now. It is entirely by accident since it is nearly impossible to read every single fanfic out there on KKM due to the huge volume of fans for this series. So just let me know and I'll try to make the necessary changes.
Oh btw, if there are very blatant grammar errors, I would like to apologize now as well. My excuse is simply that I am multi-lingual and have a tough time sometimes differentiating tenses correctly. One sentence structure that works for one language doesn't necessarily work for another it seems. Also, the realm I've created turns out to be a bit darker than the light-hearted anime. So be warned, it's going to be darker from here on out.
"text" – regular dialog
text – inner monologue and thoughts
Prologue
The rain pour down from the heavens in torrential waves; drenching the band of mercenaries surrounding their prey. Step by step they inch towards the couple huddling at the edge of the grove.
Ignoring the heaviness dragging down on his wet garments and the fire burning in his lungs from their flight, the youth stood gallantly before the trembling little girl behind him.
"Please, spare us! We are unarmed! If its money you want-" the youth reached inside his pockets, retrieves a small black pouch and tossed it towards the leader of the pack. "-then take it!"
The metal inside the pouch tinkle in the air and landed with a thud.
The fair hair leader, pause his steps, then glance at the small black pouch and sneered. His eyes blearing with an unknown emotion for a split second before he turns back towards the youth with glaring hatred. The leader then tossed his sodden, dirt covered cloak over his shoulders and reveal a dark leather scabbard attached to a leather belt.
The sound of metal being drawn cut through the silence of the forest, dulling the pounding rain into the background.
The group follows their leader's action and continues their advance, ignoring the youth's entreaty as the leader step over the black pouch. In desperation, the youth reach out a shaking hand, then raise his voice and pleaded, "We have done nothing to you! You don't have to do this! Why are you doing this?"
Cold laughter was the youth's response. The maddening sound chilled him to the bones. Fear surge within him, numbing his raw nerves. He staggers backwards, tripping over the little girl who yelped in fright and clumsily landed on his back.
Seeing the opening, the pack's leader stopped his laughter and sneered with delight. Hastening his steps, the fair hair man reaches the youth and raised the dagger in the air for the kill.
Silence greeted his ears. Time move in slow motion for
the youth as he realize with a sudden clarity: this man's going to
kill me.
Stun by the revelation, the youth's eyes widen
then closed tight in horror as he stopped breathing entirely, waiting
for the inevitable blow to come.
His breath was knocked back into him as something fell on top of his body. A sharp mewling cry ruptured through the silence, accompanying his own gasp as the piercing pain shocked his body.
A sickening feeling emerge from his gut as the sharp cry dawn on him. The youth reopen his eyes and saw the glowing cherubic face of the little girl he loves so dearly. Blood drip from the corner of her lips as she tried to form a smile, then suddenly another shrill cry erupted from her lips follow by his own.
The pain in his chest renew as the weight of the source was removed. The girl collapse on top of him; her body limp.
The dagger reappears before his eyes, preparing for another downward strike. Blood dripping from the tip in slow motion, the red droplets stain the pale pink dress of the little girl atop him.
His heart stopped then renew with a war drum beating at it's center as time return to its normal passage. The numbness evaporated altogether as molten rage boiled in his veins.
A sudden gust of wind gathered beneath him, whipping the rain, his wet clothing and growing raven hair upwards; lifting the youth and the girl two feet into the air in the process.
Momentarily taken aback, the fair hair leader hurriedly staggered back towards the pack. They stood there with the weapons still drawn towards the youth as they look on with awe and growing horror.
The youth held the little girl in his arms as he stretched his legs beneath him. He turned around, walked a few paces toward the inner forest, and gently places her limp figure against a tree.
He then emerged back to the clearing with his eyes down cast, shadowed by dripping raven locks. His stance rigid as his hands fisted tightly beside him.
A chilling, commanding tone, much deeper and richer from the youth's previous pleading voice, projected clearly. "Justice shall be served."
Upon his last word, the wind surge with a force and howled around them as it whip around the clearing, forming a giant vortex miles toward the sky.
To be continued...
