Mine
By: Kadyn
Based on Samurai Deeper Kyo the Manga (not Anime!)
Rating: M for Death, Blood, Dismemberment, (normal Kyo violence)
And if things go as well as I hope perhaps some lemon/lime freshness!
Summary: What if Akira hadn't spared Yuya's life,
if she'd really died in the Ice Fortress how would
Kyo have reacted? And what might he do to ensure
that one day they would meet again?
Author's Notes: I started this story AGES ago; seriously! And I still get requests for it to be finished even to this day. I've got several other works in progress but I happened to pick some of these old manga's back up cleaning out a closet and realized just how much I loved these characters all over again! And my Muse was tickled with the idea to work on this, she's a fickle creature so I'm going to let her run with it while I have the chance!
Also, I realize that the Present-Day characters are slightly OOC. I tried to keep them as close to their original SDK personas as possible, but bending and tweaking was required for this storyline/time shift to work. I hope that I still do them justice.
Original Story by Akimine Kamijyo
Volume 10; Departs from Cannon, to present day.
Without further ado, here we go!
Somewhere in ancient Japan...
"I've taken some things recently, namely Kyo's body and Shiina Yuya-san's life!"
"Wha?" He barely registered Benitora's grief stricken voice.
Yuya's Not dead, she can't be. . .no! He felt Kyoshiro's presence draw back inside their shared body leaving only his thoughts in the nearly shatter foreground of their tormented body's psyche.
"I've taken the body of Demon Eyes Kyo, as well as the life of the one known as Shiina Yuya" Akira repeated the words ringing inside his head.
Ice he felt it inside. . .He found himself struggling to wrap his fractured mind around Akira's words, Dead? No she was to stubborn to die. . . Akira was talking again, Kyo tried to focus on his words and not on the pain that shook his body; pain that had nothing to do with injuries.
"A present. . ."
What was he saying? Kyo struggled to focus, the sharp seizing in his chest almost too much to bare.
"A memento of Yuya-san"
He saw the glint of metal from the corner of his eye...it couldn't be...but it was. Yuya's gun, the one she was never without.
"Shall I describe how she died?" Akira's lilting voice taunted.
He felt rage boil up inside him, launching himself at Akira, Masamura swinging in a wide arc-more in anger then attempt to land a fatal blow but the result he got was as he wanted. He snatched Yuya's gun from the air, felt the warm slide of blood across the cold metal under his fingertips. Blood…and for the first time in his life he felt. . . What? Disgust? Revulsion? Fear?
"Ah so it was You." Akira's voice barely penetrated the haze in his mind.
Blood...I can smell it...Her blood... He brought the gun to his lips tongue running over the handle his stomach instantly turning writhing beneath his chest. . . it tasted bitter. . . it couldn't be hers! Yuya's blood would be sweet! How many times had he been so thoroughly tempted in their travels to drag her chest back against his testing that very theory, his fingers itched, his insides ached with the desire to sweep that wheat golden tail off to the side and press his nose to her neck, breathe her in deep holding here there, nip at her satin smooth skin...feeling it give and her sharp gasp of first pain and then pleasure as her life's blood trickled beneath his lips as he slipped his fingers under the thin silk keeping her breasts from his aching hands. . . She couldn't be dead. Not before his body was his. . . not before she was his. . . His mind screamed, inside it's confines, as he felt Kyoshiro's mind draw further back in pain. Run away you coward...just like before.
"Stop Kidding Around" Malice filled his words as well as his eyes, both at himself and Akira. But only one thought filled his head,
Yuya...
"Could you be Mad You killer of a thousand men, upset over the death of one girl?"
Not just a girl...
"Or maybe..."
Kyo's eyes flashed at Akira, A silent warning that went unheeded, like so many before. . .
"Maybe it's because it's Yuya-san?"
He felt the growl that rose up from deep inside his chest. Akira smiled at this revelation and continued on "I wish she could have seen her," He laughed "Seen her face when she died. . . heard her last words. . . her sobbing," his sudden delicate grin twisting the knots in Kyo's to damn near sickening proportions. "Oh how she looked at me, how she bleed. . ."
"AKIRA!" Kyo launched himself forward Masamura raised to silence him forever. He felt the waves rolling off his body felt them roll through him, Hate, Anger, Malice, Murder, Death. "That Is Enough!" He couldn't hear this. . . couldn't stand it in a way he'd never been weakened before. Every word cut through him as if it were the sharpest knife. . .
"At last results...Kyo, So unlike you to have a weakness. Four years ago you were perfect, but to make yourself weaker of your own accord?"
Their swords met in a flash, though Benitora and the others had not even seen them move. They stood against one another each pushing to bring the blades of death closer to the other.
"Shall I tell you what she said Kyo?" Akira's smile was cold and lifeless. Kyo growled in response, Akira's laugh filled the space between them, like the tinkling of bells. "She called for you..." Kyo felt his body freeze at those words spoken just below the wind. He was sure that the others had not heard them; these words from Akira, they were for him and him alone.
"She lay there underneath me...and she called out for you, she wanted you to save her!"
Underneath. . . ? He Hadn't! The rage inside him boiled higher.
"Ah yes, I did, Kyo my old friend, you sure know how to pick them too I must say, she was the sweetes..."
The blade of the masamura cut his sentence short as he leapt back to dodge the violent swing, but a hair to late as the blade sliced through both fabric and flesh.
"My, My Kyo, Temper, temper! Though I must congratulate you on finally landing a blow; I honestly didn't think you had it in you."
Kyo leapt again bringing his demon blade forth for several strikes each in an attempt to send Akira's head rolling.
"Tell me Kyo: Who are you Really angry with?" Akira continued his taunting leaping aside once more. "Me for taking what you wanted, or yourself, for having such a weakness for a pathetic little girl?"
"I'm going to kill you Akira," Kyo's eyes burned with a demonic light. "The least you could do would be shut your trap so I could enjoy the moment."
Akira laughed. "Kill Me? You'll have to land more then one blow to dispatch me Demon Eyes."
A grin split Kyo's face, Masamura casually tilted over one shoulder, "Just One? Might want to count again"
Akira's smile faltered as blood splashed from his body to the ground, "when. . . ?" His sightless eyes opened for a spilt second in shock as his body sank to the ground.
"This changes nothing Demon. . . I've still taken what's yours. . ." He bent forward to spill blood from his mouth.
Kyo's eyes slipped shut against his words, the pain centered deep in his chest beating at him with each press of his pulse tenfold. "Maybe in this life Akira, but while you will die here, know that I will live on, and return to my side what is Mine."
Present Day...
Kyoto, Japan
"Shion! Shion Yuya!"
"Hai! Sensei!" Shion Yuya snapped to attention at her desk.
"I asked you to translate the sentence on the board into English Ms. Shion." Her teacher looked expectantly at her.
Uh Crap English, I suck at English! "Hai Sensei-san, 'The boy walked to the store?"
"It's not a Question Ms. Shion, If you aren't sure of your punctuations then perhaps you should study harder!"
"Hai, Sensei-san." Yuya blushed looking down at her desk as the bell rang.
"Alright everyone don't' forget your midterm final will be on Saturday before break begins don't forget to study! Anyone receiving red marks will be expected to take a remedial class during break! Stand. Bow! Class dismissed."
Yuya sighed as she stepped outside the school grounds to wait on the sidewalk for her ride. It's no use, I'll never be good at English, I might as well just resign myself to taking remedial courses every break until I graduate.
"Yuya-Han!"
Yuya looked up just in time to avoid being bowled over by Benitora Hidegawa, the slightly older boy was always flamboyant and giddy and had known Yuya since she was 11 and they were adopted into the same family. While Yuya didn't exactly think of Benitora as a brother, most of the time he was far to pervy, he had good qualities about him too...too bad his perverted self usually got in the way of those other attributes.
"Yuya-Han! Um I'd love to ride home with you today but uhhhh there's something of a pressing matter that requires my immediate attention and as much as I'd like to I really cant and..."
"Tori-san what the hell are you babbling about?" Sasuke Sanada quipped.
"Well my guess, he's either got a hot date with one of the cheerleaders again, or it's detention." Yukimura supplied helpfully, a cheesy grin plastered on his face as always.
"Yukimura, you're so mean!" Benitora whined.
"So, which is it?" Sasuke asked arms folded across his chest.
"Detention" Benitora sighed. "And this time it wasn't even my fault, wearing skirts that short those girls were asking for it!"
"I don't even want to know, you pervert." Sasuke turned to head towards the car book bag slung over his shoulder.
"Yeah well, just wait till you hit puberty you little shit!"
"What did you say?" Sasuke asked eyes flashing.
Benitora held up his hands "Nothing nothing!" He smiled innocently.
"I guess I'll just have to catch a taxi home," Benitora looked down, "so, uh, hey Yuya-Han can I borrow som…"
"Hell No! Your ass can walk!" Yuya spat as she followed Sasuke to the car with a dismissive humph.
Sighing Yukimura handed Benitora a fold of bills. "That should cover the taxi home, and how about actually attending your detention this time, instead of the girly bar, hmm?"
Benitora's grin hurt Yukimura's face just looking at it. "I would never!" And he flounced off in the OPPOSITE direction of the school grounds.
Yukimura shook his head and climbed into the car to drive Yuya and Sasuke home.
Demon Eyes Kyo leaned against the brick wall of the school grounds cigarette pressed between his lips. Not that he would admit such a weakness to anyone. It hardly mattered anymore. His lips twitched slightly upward at the lithe blonde's emotional outburst at the stupid tiger. Even in a second life the boy was just as ridiculous in his dealings with girls as he'd been in his first. He drew another deep calming breath watching Yukimura climb into the car following the young warrior and blonde girl.
He scarcely bothered to press himself into the shadows as they drove past him, seemingly oblivious to the blood red eyes shining in the shadows. Let them know he was here, he mused darkly. He'd waited long enough.
It's almost time. You will be mine once more.
Sanada Residence
The ringing of the phone disturbed Yuya's sketching.
"Sasuke? Can you get that?" No answer. The phone continued to ring. "Uhg, fine I'll get it!" Yuya tossed her book to the side and hauled herself up to retrieve the phone from its cradle.
"Moshi Moshi"
Silence.
She was just about to hang up when a voice finally spoke.
"Yuya?"
Yuya blinked. That voice, it sounded so familiar somehow, it made the air catch oddly in the back of her throat. Yuya shook her head swallowing hard struggling to find her voice. Perhaps it was one of Yukimura's business associates, they were always calling at late hours. "Hai, this is she, were you trying to reach Sanada-san?"
"Yes, could I speak to him please?" The familiar voice seemed to be smiling even through the phone. Yuya swore she could hear something like-amusement?
"Let me get him for you." She returned, just about to put down the phone when he spoke making her heart leap and her breath catch in her throat again.
"Yuya,"
"Hai?"
"For tomorrow," the voice paused. "Happy Birthday."
Yuya blinked in surprise. "How, Wha...I..I mean...Arigato. Demo, can I ask who's calling?"
Amusement definitely filled the voice on the other end this time followed by a deep rich chuckle that made her heart rate increase.
"Deimon, Kyo"
Something snagged inside her, catching on her skittering pulse at the name.
Kyo...?
Edited 7/16 to update words/correct typos and hopefully improve the storyline! :)
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