Author's Note: Hi again, it's been awhile since I last posted my stories/chapters. Well, since I went abroad to study, I have had tons of task, changes, homework, assignments to do. I do wish to have more time but the school work did not tolerate me. :))) But anyway, with few inspirations in my mind from some book I read and also because I read in the review of my "Sound within the Calmness" that they want me to write more about Hurt/Comfort JinxNoel fic, so I decide to try it out and here is the result. I did try a lot the new writing technique. Don't worry, I still keep the pattern of my stories, just a few change in the diction and vocabulary. Oh and a bit improve in the grammar too. Hope you enjoy it! Here comes Hurt/Comfort!


The Path of Destiny

Chapter 1: The Night of Agony

Vooo... voooo...

The wind howled in the silent night...

Crack crack ...

The hot red ash flickered feebly upon the remnant of the burnt wooden ceiling...

Fuuuu...

The light breath of the lone man standing in the middle of the total chaotic scene engulfed by the wild flame...

His blue attire with two long sleeves fluttered in the wind... The wind that is not cool, not calm like anything he knew. The wind that carried the suffocating smell of death...

His eyes closed, his body remained motionless. The house collapsed as it was coated in the blazing orange fire, the extreme heat melted any souls standing before it.

That was when he, the blond man, slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by the party of death.

"Where ... am I?" a soft whisper escaped from his lips while his eyes wandered around, only to find himself concealed by the bloody red cloud, pitch black smoke and the hollowed city...

Rose his small palm, he touched the wall in front of him and trailed his fingers along the surface. His white glove was now stained by the ash. "Why am I here?" Another question came out from him although it was obvious that no one was there to heed his voice. The whole place sank in the total silence. The dim-lighted moon was the only one to witness his loneliness.

He looked up to his right; the picture of his family was in there in the wall. He stared at it, finding himself, his older brother, his younger sister there, smiling cheerfully. Behind them were two figures, seemingly their parents but their face were burnt by the fire. He never knew who his parents were, he never knew his past.

"Tch... I will never know about that, right?" He spoke to himself as he walked toward the picture and touched the deformed frame still warm after the fire.

Somehow, his soul didn't flinch a bit before this sorrowful scene. Had his sense of sadness gone numb?

He didn't know. His mind was all blank and dark like the sky above him. The composure expression never once left his face.

His feet travelled to the next room where it was known to be the dining room in his house. The chairs and table were all burnt but still kept its shape. It was where he used to eat with his siblings and laughed without care every dinner. He could hear it, the voice of reminiscence that echoed deep inside. "Brother! Call Saya down here, let's eat the dinner!"

"Sure thing! Jin, you prepare the table then..."

"Shut up..." He muttered as the voices kept bothering him. He always says he was the type who never looks back at the past and be realistic but his eyes can't deceive him, his two emerald eyes gazed at the food corner of the house.

The bread basket, the milk barrel, the water tank ... had all gone.

He walked inside, turning his view slowly and let out a sad smile. "If you guys were still here, we would still laugh and ate bread now, am I right?"

His hand rubbed the corner of the table in which he knew his words "This is Ragna, Saya and Jin's table" carved with the knife were there. The words didn't disappear. It was still there like a painful reminder to his empty soul.

A sudden sensation of agony overwhelmed his mind. He held his head and growled loudly as his back clashed against the wall behind him, his body slid down and eventually rolled all over the floor and screamed to the top of his lungs as if someone were stabbing all over his body. His teeth gritted and grunted like a beast and the voice kept resonating even more.

"Jin, What are you doing to Saya?!" Ragna, his older brother, shouted at him

"What the heck is going on here? Tell Jin... What are all of this knife and blood? ... Urrghhhh!"

"I'm sorry, brother. It's all too late. See you later ... in the other world."

"What ... my arm... Urraaghhhhhh! MY ARM!"

"Jin, why did you..." A voice, seemingly from a young woman came out weakly as she was about to die.

"Very good, excellent ... my boy. Now, shall we enjoy even more? Hieeheheheheh, hahahahhahaha!" A sickening laughter that reigned all space and time... Nothing left is strong enough to respond the maniacal sound.


"Nooo!" His eyes tear opened and his whole body flipped up from the bed. Cold sweat ran down his forehead while the sorrowful heart of his pulsated likes a drum against his chest.

"Heh ... heh... heh..." His breath went heavier and heavier as his mind still all stirred around. It was dark. So dark that he didn't even need to close his eyes to feel it. The night could be his eyelids.

His mind, filled with pain and memories, was now blank again like a white sheet paper. He didn't even understand what was happening to him. The only thing he knew was his whole body was drenched with sweat and shaky like a leaf. "What's going on?" He thought and reached his hand around.

There was nothing but the bed he was lying on. He could feel his body wrapped by something. As he touched his torso, an unbearable pain seized him.

Clack clack ... the sound of door opened.

He could feel the light cold greeted bare skin and the light from the next room lightened up the pure dark night. The foot step of someone approached. "Who's that?" He said, with certain hostility in the voice.

No response was made. "Hey, you over there! Show yourself!" he said again and the light seemed to move closer to his room and revealed... a small lady in the blue gown, her hand held the candle.

Neither of them uttered a word, they just exchanged the look while the lady put the candle on the table nearby with care and walked to his side. The man, still one the bed, carefully observed her movement as her hand reached to him. Just when her palm was few centimeters away from his face, "Who are you?" the blond guy started.

Her hand stopped, she looked at him with her emerald eyes, the same color as his, and replied nothing. Somehow, even for him, the man couldn't tell what emotion was in those eyes. It was just blank like how his eyes looked like. But one thing he could perceive was that it wasn't lifeless and she wasn't hostile at all. It was more like the look of a doctor to the patient. Her palm touched his forehead, which was still wet with cold sweat from the nightmare. "Why don't you say something? I'm asking you."

"..." Still remained silence, the lady went to the nearby room and came back with the washcloth. The sudden cold contact of the wet cloth made him jolt back a bit. "What are you doing?"

The lady calmly wiped his forehead, much to his irritation as not as single words is spoken from her, and use her other hand gently pushed him back to the pillow. "Hey, answer me!" He raised his voice, apparently lose his temper.

"..." Silence was her sole response.

As he couldn't put up with her silence anymore, he grabbed her wrist with force and pinned her against the bed with his other hand on her throat. "I ask you one more time! Who are you and what the hell is this place?" He shouted despite the exhaustion he was experiencing. To him, crushing a small lady like while in his current condition is not a hard task but somehow, he wanted to get something from her first before deciding whether to kill her or just leave her like that.

Much to his dismay, the lady's face was now still as calm as ever, as if he was something harmless to her. She just gave him some signs along with few sounds that he couldn't understand.

"Uh hoh oh oh..." all she did was caressing his cheek and gave him a warm look which he never once thought he deserve to have it. All of those only add more oil to the flame of anger he was accumulating inside. "Are you trying to piss me off!? Say it properly!" His hand tightened and choked the fragile lady under him. Her hand just desperately waved in front of him as she started to lack of oxygen.

"Graaghhh!" The man finally let go of her and embraced his wounded torso which was bleeding badly. The bandage wrapped around him was all drenched in red blood, his body trembled not only from the pain but also from his difficulty gasps... "Hah... hah... hah!"

Cough cough... The lady next to him coughed hard as she was released from his violent grip. She laid there, said nothing.

"I will have a lot of thing to talk with you later!"

His eyes, full of wrath and confusion, stared at the woman before him but he didn't expect her to look back at him with eyes filled with tears. For some reason, judging by her attitude, he could perceive that she didn't afraid of him, she just feel painful for his action. No one he knew ever try to look back at his furious glare before, even the most stubborn subordinate. "What the heck are you crying for! Go away!" He shouted by this time, much more weakly as he had ran out of stamina.

The lady proved herself to be the most annoying person he had ever met in his entire life as she didn't give up one bit. She still used the wet cloth to wipe his arms and his forehead. The wounded blond man didn't react this time since his strength was all gone. "You irritating little..." he want to yell that phrase out loud and slap her but again, he didn't move. The lady kept doing her caring work and removed his blood stained bandage and replaced it with another one. The man could see his nasty wound, a deep and long cut trailed along his chest, opened and blood oozed out from it. After finishing her task, the lady checked the bandage condition again before stood up and walked toward the nearby drawer and pulled out his carefully folded cloak from inside the upper case and put it on top of the table. His name card could be seen in his breast pocket. "Jzz J-J-Ji..Gzz." She pronounced with so much difficulty.

"It's Jin Kisaragi." The man said, lying still on the bed. The lady turned her look at him who had calmed down a bit.

"J-Ji-Jizz-J..." It seems that she was trying to learn his name.

"It's Jin. Is it that impossible for you to just say that word?" Jin narrowed his eyes, feeling that this girl couldn't speak properly. But before he knew anything else, he swore to himself that she was smiling at him.

A small smile that he hadn't seen for so long...

And then she left. The dark again visited the room.

"Huh? Strange woman..."

Jin couldn't see anything else. There were a lot more questions that he dearly wanted to ask, tons of things that he had to find out but he just didn't care about that anymore. He closed his eyes and once again, returned to his slumber.


Author's Note: Sorry, it is a little bit short. My first time trying this genre anyway. I hope you liked it. I will try to expand the length of the chapter next time for sure. Just to let you know that I'm still alive, safe and sound and I will still continue with the other stories. (I will not leave them unfinished, it's a promise). School work is really busy but well, it proves that the school does improve my English skills a lot! I like to use the English in a more fluent way anyway!

Thanks for reading! (good comments are the greatest stimulus anyway. The greatest inspiration!)

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