Author's Note: Yes, I'm a bad bad person who's starting yet another fanfiction. I just can't seem to stop myself. I'm going to update all my other little fics, but i thought I'd let you all check out my newest. This story was created due to a contest entry. I had to draw Sesshomaru with an OC and ended up loving the OC too much. So here she is! Amu Miyahara. Pics of her can be found on my DeviantArt account. Names Ria-Starlin and there's a link on my Profile.
Enjoy!
"Hyah!" My scream echoed across the dojo as I threw my fist hard, excited as it met with a hard body. The accomplished feeling vanished as a foot connected with my face and I felt the light metallic taste in my mouth. Angrily, I wiped my hand across my cheek before spitting blood.
"Jun! I thought we agreed, no face shots?" I yelled, grabbing my older brother by the front of his shirt. He shrugged his shoulders, raising his hands in a defensive pose.
"Heh heh, sorry Amu I...uh...forgot." He chuckled nervously and I shoved him roughly against the wall.
"Bull." I said flatly and Jun's face got darker.
"Well, of course that's a lie. In a real fight, Amu, the opponent isn't going to avoid your face." My brother's tone was haughty as he tried to lecture me and I tried to suppress a yawn, failing. Of course, this only made him angry. "Do you think this is funny? I'm giving you great advice here! If I didn't know better, I'd think you weren't taking me seriously."
"Oh no! Please, Master Jun, teach me more." Sarcasm coated my every word and my brother caught onto it quick, glaring angrily. "I'm sorry, but it doesn't make sense that I , the better fighter would take advice from you."
"You're not better than me yet, Amu!" His words were forceful, but both Jun and I knew the statement was a lie.
"If it helps you sleep at night..." I trailed, stopping my sentence as a foot nearly collided with my face once again. Using both hands, I grabbed the barefoot and twisted forcefully throwing Jun to the ground. There was a painful thump that I ignored, placing a foot over his chest.
"I told you, no face shots." My voice was low and enforcing. Jun looked slightly scared before manly pride took over and he began ranting.
"Damn it, Amu, this is just too much! It's humiliating to throw you're older brother to the ground and immeasurably disrespectful. You should be ashame-"
"Miyahara- san!" There was a loud bang as Satsuki came bursting into the dojo, cutting off my brothers pointless rant. Flowing brown hair trailed behind her as she ran quickly to me, tears in her forest green eyes.
"Satsuki-chan what's wrong?" I asked the beautiful girl. Satsuki and I had been friends since we were young. Of course, the differences between us were large. She was the daughter of the town lord and I was the daughter of a shop owner. Still, we'd always been close. It worried me to see her crying.
"Miyahara-san it's...it's..." Satsuki stuttered, choking on tears.
"It's Amu, Satsuki. Please, tell me what's wrong?" I reminded the girl as she cried harder, eyes bright with tears.
"It's the Elders. They've...they've chosen the bride." She muttered, gaining a little composure.
"Yes, and who have they chosen? Surely it was Chiyo, the prettiest of us?" Satsuki looked up at me, pure devastation in her eyes as she shook her head.
"No....not Chiyo..." She placed a hand over her mouth like a lady as she sobbed harder. I lost my patience.
"Who is it Satsuki!" I yelled, startling her.
"You Amu....It's You!"
For a moment the world stopped. It was as if suddenly I'd fallen of a large cliff and I had the gut wrenching feeling of having no control. I could barely mumble a 'what' before Jun began pulling me towards the Elders hut. There was faint whimpers behind us as Satsuki followed close behind, crying in a ladylike manner.
Of course, by the time I reached the Elders all shock had worn off completely. All that was left was rage. In the room were the five elders, Satsuki's father, and my own family. There was a slight crowd of villagers gathered in the room as well, most likely overcome by curiosity.
"Ah. Amu Miyahara. You've arrived sooner than expected. Have a seat." The High Village Elder spoke to me, motioning me a seat. The man was very old with wrinkles covering his entire body, but his cunning and condescending demeanor had not diminished.
"I'll stand." I said roughly forcing my way through the crowd to my parents. My mother was teary eyed, but my father sat firm and unaffected.
"Amu..." She reached a delicate hand to touched my shoulder, which I shoved off.
"How can you agree to this? You're going to sacrifice me to that demon?!" I yelled, glaring at the both of them.
"Do not speak to your mother in that tone." My father demanded, his voice firm and uncaring. It wasn't unusual. I had never received love or caring from my father as my brother and sister had. His actions towards me were always callous and uncaring, as if he hated my presence. I was sure this decision had made him happier than anyone else.
"You've lost the right to tell me what to do, Father." I growled, looking straight into his eyes in defiance before turning to my mother. "Please, Mother. Don't make me do this. Can't I stay with our Grandparents? Surely there is someone more fit-"
"Amu Miyahara." The voice of the High Elder interrupted and I turned angrily to face him. "There will be no negotiating this decision. You have been chosen by all five elders as the most suitable bride-elect for Ryuunosuke-sama."
"How can that be. The demon asked for a woman of our village to suite his taste. As a woman, surely another of greater beauty would be better!" I yelled, trying to keep composure. The Elders all shook their heads, simultaneously.
"In beauty, Chiyo and Tsukiko surpass you, though you follow close behind. In grace and elegance, Satsuki and Michiko exceed you, though you follow close behind them as well. In the art of dance Hana excels over you and in healing Suzume, though not by much. However, your voice is the most brilliant of our women and your skills in fighting only below the General and high ranking men.
"But of all our women to lose, your talents will be less missed. A singer is not needed for a bride and a woman cannot be a fighter. Yet your skills are more than passable for the bride of a demon." The old man's face was set with determination as he finished speaking. There was an immediate darkening of my mood.
"And my honorable parents agree with this?" I asked, respectful and emotionless.
"In its entirety." My father responded, not to my surprise.
"No, Amu!" My mother cried, but a firm hand upon her own from my father silenced her. I nodded.
"I understand." Feelings of hatred, sadness, and betrayal were strong in me, but I kept my voice cold. I would not give my father or the Elders that satisfaction.
"Excellent. The women will help to prepare you for this evening. When the moon and sun are both in the sky, you will wait by the sacred spring. He will meet you there."
The multiple layered red dress made walking a difficult task, especially in the forest. Villagers had watched me leave, safe inside the town as I disappeared into the forest. Satsuki had stood towards the front and weeped as Jun held her close. His face was grim and the most serious I'd ever seen him. Neither my parents nor my sister had been present.
Immediately after the women had finished dressing me in a 'brides' attire, my mother had come to me. She had always been a beautiful woman, with an air of incomparable grace surrounding her tall, slender figure. But when she'd approached me her long waves of auburn were lacking their normally intricate style, hanging defeatedly around her and her dark blue eyes were slightly red from crying.
"Amu." She had called to me, my name almost a moan. Coldly, my eyes had met hers.
"What." I'd asked flatly, my tone curt as I packed a small bag.
"Amu...this was unavoidable. I tried to sway this decision. You must believe that it was not my choice nor will to have you leave!" She pleaded slightly, holding onto the doorway's frame in which she stood.
"Mother, why have our last words be lies?" I asked, and my words rose more tears in her eyes.
"I speak the truth, my daughter! This was beyond my control." A fair arm touched mine. "I believe in you. You will be able to live well with even a demon like Ryuunosuke. You....you have more in common with his kind than you'd think."
"What do you mean?" I asked my mother, confused.
"There's something...special about you, Amu." She smiled through tears at me, and odd look of pride on her face. "You look so beautiful. A fitting bride."
"Save your breath, mother. I'm sure my honorable father is more than happy to have me leave." I kept my tone cold and my mother's eyes widened.
"N-no! Amu he just....it's not..."
"He has never cared for me as he does Jun and Nao. I'm not stupid mother. I'm sure he was in complete cheering for the Elders to send me." As I said these words my mother slid down onto the ground, crying harshly. "I've no reason to stay here any longer. The time has come for me to leave."
My mother looked up at me from the floor, panic in her eyes. She clutched one of my skirts layers, holding it in a feeble grasp.
"No, Amu! Do not leave like this!" She cried desperately, but I easily shook of her grasp.
"You will not watch me leave will you?" I asked what I already knew, my tone accusing. My mothers face was tear stained and red as she nodded, her expression much like a criminal caught in the act. I nodded curtly, any love I'd had previously for her gone.
"I'm leaving now. My husband waits." I spat the words 'husband' as my mother shook. I would have left with that, if my mothers actions hadn't disturbed me so.
"Stop sniveling on the floor. You look pitiful. The woman I knew was strong." She looked up quickly, eyes wide with surprise and shock, but this time I really did leave.
I harbored now a great sense of hatred for everyone in that village, save Jun and Satsuki. Even as I'd made my way through the crowd, forfeiting my life as a sacrifice for them and their protection, whispers had surrounded me. Awful words of hate and malicious.
"It's good it was her, she never would have amounted to much."
"Who would'a known she'd look this good all fancied up."
"Either way, we're better off without her. We still have plenty of beauties."
"Besides, she has that 'blood' in her."
"I heard that was a rumor."
"No good chancing it."
Disgusting little whispers among both men and women. Even now, they scorned me for my family ties. I knew not why I received hatred for my mother's blood when she herself did not. All I knew was that the Elders had always held some sort of spite towards me. In a way, leaving this village would be a relief.
The demon Ryuunosuke had come to our village a month ago. He was the large demon who 'ruled' over the area in which our village was located. His appearance was not the worst according to rumors and there were some women who admired him based only on this. But his actions and manners were horrid. Ryuunosuke was a rough and careless demon with morals, I thought, must have been low.
Even so, he'd 'protected' our village from outer attacks. Or, at least, that's what he claimed. I'd had to fight to many lesser demons to really believe this demon was doing any sufficient amount of guarding. But this was not the reason we did as he bid. The Elders knew that we could never defeat such a powerful demon as Ryuunosuke.
The time had come, one month ago, where Ryuunosuke visited our village. He came to us, speaking only to the Elders, demanding a wife suitable for his status by the next month. It was not random or luck that he'd chosen our village. It was common knowledge in the areas surrounding that the village of Allekar was populated with beautiful women. It was just a trait in our genes. So it was no wonder that Ryuunosuke wanted an Allekarian woman for his bride.
It had been left upon the Elders to choose just who that bride would be and, after 'much' deliberation I had been chosen. The idea that the Bride would be treated well and live by Ryuunosuke's side as his wife was not believed by anyone, and certainly not me. I knew that going to such a man would ultimately lead to the lose of my purity and then death.
The sacred spring glowed orange with the setting sun and the moons reflection could just barely be seen. I stood, waiting for someone who's face I knew naught, my feet and body heavy though I dared not seat. It would be an immediate disadvantage for my 'husband-to-be' to find me in such a position, and respect would surely decrease.
So I stood, hands folded respectfully in front of me and waited. Every moment or so I would shift, uncomfortable with having to stand in awkward still and silence. My emotions were all riled inside my body and mind, and I was afraid of the reaction I'd have when provoked.
There was a burst of powerful wind from the north and it blew my hair and clothes back harshly. I groaned, moving to fix the ruffles in my skirt and tuck back the misplaced strands of hair. Even as I did so, a burst more powerful than the first added to the damage. And in the midst of swirling leaves and wind was the man I assumed to be my husband.
The style of his clothes were movable, yet elegant in an overly decorative pattern with rich tones, obviously flaunting the fact that he was financially secure. There was a minimal amount of armor covering the dark red clothing, but on the demons tan skin a shine reflected occasional scales. Though of course, it was not his attire that would attract women to him.
Looking towards his face, even I had to acknowledge the demon Ryuunosuke had some attractive features. Black hair fell straight to his collarbone, though most of it had been tied back in a short ponytail. What seemed to be an orangedragon marking snaked up his neck from under the kimono top he wore. The foremost unsettling thing about my new 'husband' was the dangerous look of his eyes. They were the yellow-green color of most reptilian eyes I'd seen, with the same black slit. And those eyes were looking at me as if I was a meal.
"Are you the lucky girl sent to me from that village?" Ryuunosuke asked, rudely.
"If you are the demon Ryuunosuke, then yes." I replied, a bit of bite in my voice. I was going to die anyway. No reason for me to be extremely kind to a rude demon.
"You don't know of the demon in front of you, girl? You are not aware of the face of your husband?" He exclaimed, apparently shocked that a sheltered village girl like myself didn't automatically know him.
"I haven't seen many demons, and I certainly havn't met you before. Though, now I'd have to assume you're the demon I'm supposed to wed." I stated, slightly annoyed at the demons arrogance.
"Indeed I am." Ryuunosuke said grinning, stepping closer and closer to me. Instincts screamed at me to run, but I stayed, my feet rooted to the ground. This was where I had to be, whom I must be with . There was no place to run.
He circled me, like a wolf circling its prey, sizing me up. Occasionally he would grunt or make other odd noises. The sounds did nothing for my nerves, putting me all the more on edge. I'd been angry before, but this demon had managed to make me angrier, and now, alert. 'Don't be rash, Amu. Hold it in. Hold it in.'
There was a pressure on my behind as layers of clothing were being lifted. I snapped. Instinctively, my right foot pushed as my left foot swung around, kicking the demon square in the face with as much force as I had. Ryuunosuke did not fall but stumbled back in a sort of stupor. That feels much better. Or at least, it had felt better, until I realized my actions.
The demon stood a few feet away from me, eyes wide with surprise and mouth curled in anger, his cheek reddening. There were a few moments of silence where we simply stared at each other, him in anger and I in fear. His hand moved slowly, or at least slowly to me, and I felt my life's end approaching. 'Well done, Amu. You're going to die after only meeting your future husband. Single. You're gonna die single. Poor, pathetic you.' Only I didn't die.
In the next moment, the demon Ryuunosuke let out a loud, booming cackle of a laugh. It was not a carefree happy laugh. The sound gave me goose bumps. He laughed long and loud clutching his stomach as if in pain. Then as abruptly as it had started, the laughter stop. Within a moment he was in front of me, startling me. A clawed hand grasped a strand of my waved red hair, pulling on the ornament delicately embellishing it. I fought the urge to shudder.
"What is your name, girl?" Ryuunosuke asked, his breath hot on my face, the metallic scent of blood underlying the stale scent. I breathed slowly through my nose.
"Amu. My name is Amu." I replied without any respect, still trying to seem intimidating while pulling away slowly from the demon. He dropped my hair, glaring coldly.
"So you're a fighter. A fighter with a bit of a temper and bad manners." He grinned, smugly and I fought back a gag. "I shall have you, Amu, as my mate. But not yet. I shall play with you first. I think you'll make a most interesting toy." He laughed once more, and I stood taken aback, he grabbed my waist forcefully and we were flying.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" The cackling laugh echoed throughout the chambers of Ryuunosuke's cave-like palace. I stood in the middle of a large circular, empty room. Ryuunosuke sat comfortably in a plush chair on an end far from me, pretending to be a king. The floor and walls were complete stone.
Surrounding me were five lesser demons, obviously of draconian blood. They were larger than me by a few feet and took no hesitation in lunging towards me, attacking. I worked hard to dodge, not caring about exposure that the rags of clothing Ryuunosuke had put me in would allow. When a chance opened, I would kick or punch one of the draconian thugs, dodging back out. Of course, once I'd escape the thugs, almost winning the battle, a large burst of fire would be hurtled towards me from Ryuunosuke.
This was not the first fight I'd been forced into. For the two weeks in which I'd been here, the mornings had been reserved for fighting. I would be woken before the dawn, washed down harshly by servants of whose gender I could not tell, before being clothed in burnt rags of clothing and sent to the circular stone room. At first, I'd only been put against one guard/thug. I'd managed to overcome the one draconian four times before Ryuunosuke had gotten bored and his fire breath was upon me. Those were the first burns of many and the first broken bone.
After that first morning, Ryuunosuke would purposefully make the fights harder, adding obstacles and guards, finding any way to make me lose. And after hours of fighting, I always lost. I was sure I'd broken both of my wrists at least once during my stay here, along with my right arm. There may have been a shoulder dislocation or two as well, but Ryuunosuke was careful never to damage my legs. There would be trips or sprains, but never anything that would keep me from the next days fight.
The room I'd been given was no better than a cage, with no windows and locked doors. The bed was only furs thrown on the floor with a few pillows. Sometime after I'd fought, I was allowed to resign to my cage and quietly rest, the only way I could ignore the pain. Then, at what time I thought may have been lunchtime, I'd be brought a meal of bread cheese and some disgusting slime of a liquid. As the days went on, I realized the liquid must have been some kind of healing mixture. My wounds and cuts were healing far to fast to be on their own, especially considering just how many wounds I had.
This was not, by any means, a form of kindness from Ryuunosuke. It was not only to have me ready for the torture of the morning, but for the events in the evening. At the time I supposed was night I would be brought to the dining hall. Servants would cloth me in elaborate clothing, though always revealing, and patch up my unsightly wounds, making me pretty to foolish eyes. And as I watched Ryuunosuke dine on a feast, I sang.
The words I sang were draconian. The first time I'd been forced to sing, Ryuunosuke had been displeased. Not with my voice, but of the song. He disliked the sound of my home language, or so he said. From then onwards, Ryuunosuke would have servants sing songs to me in draconian, an ugly language. I would sing the song as best I could, letting the memory of the words inflections lead me. But when a word was mispronounced, or if Ryuunosuke was displeased with anything else, the hot whip would sting me followed by the proper annunciation.
Some nights I would sleep in peace. Others the Dragon demon would come, bringing with him rough touches and misplaced affections that would haunt me, always ending in a beating. Ryuunosuke would not mate me yet, for reasons I knew not, but other touches were not forbidden in his mind. My purity was kept but such visits would always end in pain. A slap or perhaps a burn, because there was one thing I would not allow Ryuunosuke to take from me.
The disgusting demon never touched my lips. It was something I couldn't allow him to do. Kissing was something you did with a person you loved, a thought that was ingrained in me. It was one of the only things my mother had ever impressed so hardly upon me. That kissing and the like was reserved for love. Even though I was full of hatred for her and my entire family, I could not seem to let this feeling go. Maybe it was because I knew my mother was right, or maybe, and this was more likely, I didn't want to give Ryuunosuke the satisfaction of having my first kiss. I didn't want him to believe he could make me do anything. That he could have everything. Even if it meant ending with pain.
Today was one of the mornings after I'd refused him. The fight had been made nearly impossible, and I was failing. The burning smell of hair and skin was heavy in the air. One of the thugs stepped hard on my ankle and I stuck my arm roughly in my mouth to muffle my screaming. The pain turned my vision white and I could feel myself slipping. Suddenly all the pain, all the injuries and broken bones, re-surfaced and surrounded me. I swayed, falling back on my arms as I heard the demon scream.
"Not the legs! Haven't I told you idiots!" It was not concern in his voice, more like disappointment. There was a movement and the familiar rush of wind before I was grabbed and Ryuunosuke had me in a rough hold. I was thrown onto my mats with a grunt from the demon.
"I'm disappointed in you, Amu. You could've handled five." He clicked his tongue
condescendingly and I spat dark red on his shoe. He growled, grabbing me by the hair.
"Are you looking for more punishment?"
"What more can you do? If you're intending for a song tonight, your hands would seem to be tied." I laughed heartlessly, groaning at the pounding in my head.
"There will be no songs tonight. I'm leaving in the morning for the next couple of days. You're not as fun anymore, Amu." Ryuunosuke's claw traced a light line on my cheek making me shiver in disgust. "But when I get back, the games will be over." My eyes widened in realization.
"No." I whispered, as he confirmed my fears.
"You will become my mate." The dragon demon replied, leaving me shaking.
I awoke to the sounds of draconian screaming and the smell of fire. I listened harder and made out a few of the words I'd learned from songs. 'Attack' and was that 'run'? I couldn't be sure. The language was still new to me. However, what could I do? Locked here in this dark cage. So I sat in front of the door, like a sitting duck.
The screams died down until I heard none at all, though the burning smell was still present. I had banged on the door a few times earlier, hoping that a servant may open it in panic and I could escape. Several times I heard footsteps, but no one stopped. I couldn't even kick down the door with this bum foot.
A sense of defeat came over me and in reclusion, I hobbled back to the furs. My arms wrapped securely around one leg, leaving the other splayed out for fear of hurting the ankle further. I could have cried, but it didn't seem right. I hadn't cried at all since I'd been handed over to him. To shed tears now just seemed like giving up. But regardless of tears, there was a good deal of sadness inside me. So, while I refused to cry, I didn't mind a few minutes to tend to my own sadness.
It was in this moment that the door fell down. I looked up, thinking that there was not much that could surprise me anymore. Foolish thinking.
The man standing in front of my door, as if he'd done nothing unusual, was certainly a demon, far more handsome than Ryuunosuke. It was easy enough to see that this demon was of a different class than Ryuunosuke, without even knowing his name. His outfit was plain enough, white hakama and kimono, with red hexagonal embellishments. A simple breastplate with a tied yellow and blue sash, two swords tucked within it. The outfit itself was nothing like the extravagant clothing Ryuunosuke wore, yet this demon seemed to make the clothes look fit for a king.
Hair the color of starlight fell straight and long past his hips, the low light of the walled torches enhancing the rich silver color. Golden eyes stared coldly back at me, the faintest hint of red above the lid. A blue, crescent moon was high and proud on his forehead with two magenta stripes on each cheek. His glare was emotionless and cold, colder than I though was possible to produce.
He said nothing, walking gracefully into the room, seemingly unconcerned with my presence. There was a slow movement of his eyes, not head, as he looked around the room for something. Apparently, what he wanted was not here. Finally I got annoyed.
"Is everyone in this palace dead?" I asked, surprisingly brave from someone stuck on the floor. He turned to me, as if looking at me was a tedious task.
"Yes." He stated coldly, as if it was obvious.
"And you're the one that killed them?" This time he only nodded, once and very curt. I sighed, gripping the wall casually to lift myself, while trying to be intimidating. I was sure I was failing.
"I should have known from all the screaming." A scent hit my nose and I gagged. "Or the smell. Blood. Ugh!" I groaned, a wave of dizziness coming over me.
The demon was simply glaring at me, like my presence disgusted him. Yet he made no move to leave. He didn't seem like one to simply waste time, but then again, everyone was already dead. Perhaps he needed a rest. That's when it hit me.
"Oh! Your going to kill me as well, right?" I said a little panicky, surprised it had taken me this long to figure out the inevitable. Of course he wasn't leaving. What was the point in demolishing an entire palace if you left one person alive. He was most likely contemplating how to kill me, this moment.
"Yes." He said plainly, once again cold. I sighed, forcing myself to stand and slipping into a fighting position. Damn that dragon-thing! And Ryuunosuke too! How the hell was I supposed to fight with a bum ankle.
"I'm allowed to fight back right?" I asked though it was more stated as i winced slightly, stepping wrongly on my right foot. "I'm much stronger than I look and- Ow! I can hold my own." I said through mutters of pain. Not my best speech, but I had a few distractions.
The demon seemed to find my opposition amusing. Not that he laughed, or smiled or anything of that kind. He simply raised an eyebrow before drawing a sword. Oh crap! I'd forgotten about the swords. 'Always thinking things through, aren't we Amu.' But I was already engaged. I was going to have to fight, regardless of being without a sword...or proper footing.
I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to fall back into the fights I'd been forced into the past weeks. 'Dispel the pain. Let it go. There's nothing holding me back. I can move freely. I'm gonna kick this guys ass and be free.' My eyes opened, my gaze intent on the demon, all the surprise gone. I'd done this before. A fight was not a game. It was to be done seriously or you'd die. And that was how I fought.
The demon moved quickly and ,almost in boredom, lunged at me. I propelled with my right foot, lifting my left leg in order to flip past the blade. My foot just barely missed the demons head. Just as I'd landed, the sword was coming down towards my head. I wouldn't be able to dog this one, it was much to fast. In a last ditch effort, I raised my arm, attempting to take the force of the blow with my forearm. I could live without a hand, couldn't I? Swinging my right leg, I worked to finally make contact with the demons body, knowing I wouldn't last much longer. Better to go down fighting, I'd suppose. But in the next second, I was caught completely off guard.
The sword that I'd expected to make contact with my arm stopped, inches away. My foot, which I'd expected to make contact with a body, was grabbed instead. There was a sharp pain in the ankle as it was squeezed in a powerful grip, the injury from earlier being agitated. The demon looked at me, glaring coldly but smug, knowing that he'd won.
There was a small 'swish' as the sword tore a rip in the sleeve of the dirty kimono I wore.
"I'm gonna die." I whispered, almost asking for his resolve as I once again felt just how much pain I was in. The foot that was not being held swayed, threatening to crumble beneath me. The demon dropped my foot almost in disgust and I immediately fell to the ground, screaming when my foot came into contact with the rock floor.
"Can you walk?" The words were not caring or any other emotion. It was only a question, an observation.
"No." I admitted, not even trying to cover. This was the ultimate defeat. Having to sit and wait for my head to be chopped off. Humiliating.
For a moment, the demon gave me a critical look, as if examining just how badly injured I was. Then he made a noise, something I found similar to a sigh, before he'd grabbed my wrist. There was the feeling of moving very quickly. Then the forceful feeling as if my entire body was being crushed between two rocks. And then nothing.
I fell onto grass gasping for air, my body in more pain then I ever thought possible. It took me few moments to realize that I was outside. I was sitting in grass. I was breathing fresh air. I could see the moon. It felt wonderful, but how had I gotten here.
Dizzily, my eyes caught sight of the demon from before, looming over me as if he was waiting for something. And I really was dizzy. The whole world seemed to be spinning along with me and my pain.
"Where are....Who.." I muttered, before slipping completely into unconsciousness.
Author's Note: Well there it is guy's! Tell me if it sucked. Again, pics of Amu are up on my DeviantArt account mentioned at the top.
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