Hello people! ^^ Again I bring you another fanfic (hopefully, I'll actually finish this one 8U). Well, I have but one warning which is the presence of an OC *u* If youdon't like them, my apologies in advance :3
This takes place after the Battle at Benten Daiba, with the four only "unspecified"deaths (Hijikata, Harada, Saitou, andShinpachi), so yes...Okita and Heisuke are stillgone ;u; (I might make a Fanfic just for them though :3)
Also, I use honorifics in this Fanfic...please don't hesitate to correct me if I use one incorrectly
Anyway, I will stop prolonging the time and allow you to read it now
Disclaimer: Hakuouki and it's characters do not belong to me...if they did, the good characters would not have died 8UUU
Ch.1 Azure Eyes:
The rushing current of the water shoved me in a rough to-and-fro manner. The constant movement had me coughing up bucketfuls of icy-cold water; why on earth did I have to run away from home in the middle of winter? Gasping in pain, I winced as the water slammed unrelentingly up against my wound: the reason for my leave. Still fresh, the sword wound on the side of my neck was still bleeding furiously, and throbbing with the water's constant pounding. I continued my struggle through the icy trench of the river nonetheless, and felt a sudden surge of relief when I saw the familiar lump that was land.
Kicking my numb legs, I urged myself closer to the snow-covered hill, eyes watering from the sudden blast of snowy wind. The snow on the bank of the hill was much more welcome than the icy water in the river. Stumbling up, I shivered as another blast of wind blew me over. Collapsing on the ground, I let the exhaustion catch up to me; I looked to my side and saw the sticky trail of blood still flowing profusely from my neck...a red flower blossoming atop the snowy ground. Shuddering, I heard the light sound of someone walking by...soon joined by another. I stiffened, they were walking towards painfully into an upright position, I gripped the hilt of my katana and removed it quietly from its sheath. Placing my free hand over my wound in order to stem the flow, I listened intently, waiting to attack.
"Well, isn't that such a dangerous toy, for such a little girl to play with?"
Whipping around, I let the blade slice through the frozen air, intent on driving the weapon through flesh and muscle. Nothing. The deep, ravenous, deranged voice laughed crazily. My eyes narrowed as I took in his features; white hair, flashing red eyes, elongated nails, and the wild, ferocious attitude. There was only one proper conclusion I could come to; the guy was a Rasetsu.
Well shoot. Just my luck.
Wincing, I rolled my shoulders (glad that the wound seemed to have closed) and lashed out at him with a flick of my left hand, sending a barrage of small blades towards the monster. One seemed to have hit its target, for he wavered and a pool of blood painted itself upon his tattered shirt. Seeming a bit confused, he wobbled then ran at me with a vengeance... the white hair billowing, red eyes flashing, and the nails glinting in the moon's soft light. Without actually spurring it, I could feel my change; horns sprouted from my forehead, my vision changed from normal to acutely sharp, and my waist-length black hair soon matched the powdery snow. In less than a second, I had changed into my Oni form. Flashing in front of him, I deftly ran the katana through the small of his chest, cutting through bone and muscle...straight through the heart. He continued to smile creepily at me as I removed the blade and flicked the blood across the snow. His final, lifeless growl still unsettled me.
Wincing, I sheathed the katana, cursing inwardly towards myself. My wound had reopened. I heard it then; a noise, quiet, but still distinctly noticeable in the silent din. I glanced over my shoulder...nothing. Hmm. I shrugged it off, and turned my attention towards my wound. Indeed, it had reopened, a thin trickle of blood slid down my neck. As I tended to the wound, I released my Oni demon...returning to my original form.
Big mistake.
I didn't hear the low growl until the guy was upon me. Shoving me to the ground, he clasped his hands around my neck, his raspy voice coiling disgustingly about my ears. "Blood...give me your blood...I need..."
Writhing, I struggled to dislodge the man, to no avail. I could only feebly struggle underneath his immense weight. His wet, slimy tongue sliding over my wound nearly sent me over. I wanted to scream, to run his heart through with my katana. Nothing.
The seconds seemed to blend together, and my vision was blurring around the edges. So...I had run away from home for this? I ran, thinking I was escaping Death, only to run back into his open arms? The thought seemed to rip the last bit of my sanity to shreds. Opening my mouth, I let loose with a loud effeminate scream...
...and let darkness embrace me...Nothing.
"Nnngh..." A bright light hit my eyes, slowly I blinked gently trying to get used to the new lighting. Remembering the previous events, and waking up in a new place only meant that I had, somehow, survived. I have to remember to thank my saviors. And then I opened my eyes.
Big brown eyes met mine. Huh?
"Ne! You're awake!" The strange girl stared down at me in wonder, then suddenly withdrew away from me...only to return a second later with a steaming cup of...something. Tea maybe? "Here, this will make you feel better." I sat up gingerly, noting my carefully bandaged neck, and accepted the warm, proffered cup. Eyeing the contents quickly, I took a small sip...yep, it was tea, and good tea at that. "Ah, arigatou, kind lady." I bowed my head towards her slightly, making sure not to pull the bandage.
She smiled delicately, and rose from her previous sitting position, which was next to the bed I occupied. "Ano...you may call me Chizuru."
"Arigatou Chizuru-san." I gave her a quick smile, to which she returned. She turned toward the beige sliding shoji screens, and opened one softly, "I'll return shortly in order to collect your cup and remove your bandage, okay?" I nodded, and she took her leave. Hmm...Chizuru...where have I heard that name? I brushed the thought away, and surveyed the current room I was in. It was a simple tatami style room, beige, with a nice lamp in the corner. I could hear a quiet trickle of pond water outside. I was in a house, that was easy to see...I wonder who else lived here.
My reverie was broken by the sliding door reopening, revealing Chizuru and...someone else. I sat my empty cup on the floor and watched them as they entered. It was a man that came with her, holding a small bucket and a cloth. He had a deep blue-ish hair color, and wore a simple navy blue yukata with a white scarf draped around his neck. He wore a simple expression, one of apathetic disinterest. "Ah, miss, this is the man who saved your life, Saitou Hajime."
I blinked a few times, finally registering her words, "Oh, arigatou Saitou-san, I'm very much in debt to you." I dipped my head slightly once more.
"You needn't worry about being in debt to me...I simply did my job." His voice was a cool, deep resonating sound that definitely sent shivers down my spine. I flinched when Chizuru started to undo my bandage, totally unaware of her closeness. "Sorry...by the way, what would your name be? I can't walk around continuously calling you 'miss', now can't I?" She smiled gently while unwrapping the sheets of cotton.
I thought about it for only a second...it wouldn't matter if I told them my name, no one would no who I was in the first place, my oni line had 'died' off years ago. "Kitabatake Akane, that's my name." I kept my eyes glued to the wall above Saitou's head.
"Oh...that's a really pretty name. Well, Saitou-san, don't you think it's nice too?" Chizuru looked over her shoulder, grinning.
"Yes, I think it's a really nice name." That would be when he looked up...and my stomach did flip-flops.
Those deep azure eyes...really did have an effect on me.
Well 8UU that would be Chapter 1...and yes, I will also try my very best to update weekly, no guarantees though OTL
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~Whim