Forgotten Pasts

Yasha: Forgotten Pasts is my main work and focus in writing, and this is the very first chapter. This story means tons to me, and I will be glad to get a lot of new reviews from it. There may be a lot of typos in this story, and if there is I am REALLY sorry. I type rather fast, and sometimes I may make a few mistakes and not see them. Anyways, enjoy and R&R

Chapter One: Orders By Moonlight

"I know now what I must do," I said to myself solemnly, "I must follow Lord Kuroi's orders. I must rejoin him to win the battle. I must free Akai so we may win this war freely."

I stood away from the tall, lanky tree that I had been lying against for the past few long hours, and stared heavenward at the midnight blue sky above me. A shooting star caught my eye, and I watched it fly across the sky and quickly burn away.

"You must kill them, Kiriya, "– Kuroi's words rang in my mind once more-, "You must kill your pack of demons; the Kyaku Clan. That was you could free Akai and win the battle to stop all of this madness."

I broke the thought of his words out of my mind with a reluctant shake, and look forward to the Kyaku Clan's cave. I walked toward it slowly, careful not to make any noise. I did not want to awaken anyone deep within the depths of the cave.

I knew that to be able to follow Kuroi's orders that I would have to kill my family in the Kyaku Clan, just to let out Akai again. It would be hard though... I had tried so hard to keep my deadly split personality locked away for the past five years. Ever since I were a young half ling.

Akai had caused way too much blood spray and pain in the past, even for a pack of full demons. Long ago, I promised myself that I would never set her free from my mind ever again... but now that there was a war, I must use her so we can win. So no more of my family would suffer from the news of tragedy. Now I was going to set her free once more, so we could win the war. With Akai on our side, there wasn't a breathing chance that the other side could win.

I was the only hanyou, or half demon, in the entire Clan of Kyaku. My father, Kakrou, was a full demon and used to be the leader of the clan. My mother, Chaen, was a human. Somehow they had fallen in love, and since then they have been inseparable. That is, until my father was killed because of my actions.

I, of course, was the youngest in the clan. Little Kiriya Mitsokiri, the one who was always teased. As of my brother –lucky him- he had inherited all of my fathers blood, and he is also full demon. Kyou is his name, and he was my closest friend in the tribe. He is the eldest. He was one of the most handsome demons in the tribe, having his long silver hair reach is shoulders, as straight and beautiful as it was shone in the moonlight. But he was known for his green eyes; the only green eyed demon in the entire Kyaku Clan. They would shine even in darkness, and they would be able to freeze you in your tracks whenever he would glare. He was the leader of the tribe now.

My sister is the second eldest, and see too is a full demon. Auymi is her name and she was a close friend of mine, yet we seemed to drift apart after my father was killed. She had short silver hair, wavy and beautiful. She had the famous Kyaku Clan golden eyes, which the Kyaku Clan is known for.

Which means I, the unlucky one, to take half the human blood, and half the demonic blood running through my veins. I had inherited most of my mother's genes, having her long black hair, narrow dark blue eyes, and her temper. Yes, her bitter cold glare and personality was mine as well. Just because of the way I looked, I was always teased and made fun of by the clan.

But all of them knew about Akai.

All of them knew that I would be able to kill them with just one swipe of my silver claws.

I finally made it back to the Kyaku's hideout, and walked inside the deep stone cave. I saw that almost everyone was asleep, except my brother, Kyou. I saw this from his green eyes glaring back at me. No one else had those cold green eyes. They were watching me move slowly around the cave; watching me creep through the darkness.

When I noticed that he knew what I was just about to do, I closed my eyes to try and block him out of my mind. He had jumped out of his lover's arms, Ivana, and screamed my name across the room.

That's the last thing I remember hearing from my dearest brother, Kyou.

The lingering memories of being teased in the past, were now at the front of my mind instead of being locked away in the deep, dark corners of my mind. I griped my fists hard, feeling my silver claws digging deep into the palm of my hand, slicing the flesh and revealing crimson blood that was now seeping out and warming my hands.

I open my eyes as they began to glow a striking red; the known color of Akai. My normally black hair was turning burning red and a strange crimson aura flew around my randomly. I had just set her free. The person I had tried to keep away for the past five years was here.

Akai was back.

Kyou walked over to me, and rested his hand on my shoulder kindly. I looked at him oddly, as I slightly cocked my head to the side. He said my name quickly, trying to stop me before I finished this deed.

"Kiriya, please... fight her! Akai cannot take you over..." Kyou said nervously, "I know you can do it, sister. Please, Kiriya... overpower Akai!" he said to me, awakening most of the clan. "I am sorry, brother, "I said to him coldly, "Kiriya is never coming back. Now... Rest in Peace."

And before he and the rest of the clan knew it, they were dead. I had killed every last one of them. All of them were slaughter by Akai's crimson
claws.
They were gone.

Remains of their blood, flesh and bones were scattered roughly around the cave. On the walls, floor, and ceiling there were puddles of blood, chunks of flesh, and thin strands of bone.

There was only one person that had survived this besides me. That was my foolish, human mother, Chaen. She had a deep cut on her arm, and she was staring back at me with a plea in her narrowed eyes; just like Kiriya's. She was afraid of me. I could smell fear all around her. I walked over to her, staring back at her with an evil expression in my burning red eyes.

She began to sing to me my old childhood lullaby. Hearing those words, a look of seriousness struck my face for maybe a split second, then my eyes shot her another cold glare. I picked her up with my blood stained hand, watching her close her eyes and quietly mumble out the words to my song, as her feet were no longer touching the floor.

"Yakhina. Konwolf alaune, kanta." ( Goodbye. Wander alone now, woman.)

I spoke those words to her in a cold deadpan voice, as I gripped my hand harder around her neck. A cracking noise rang through the air, and I let go of her. I watched her strike the ground as she whispered the last sentence of the lullaby.

"I survived you..." she had said, just before her world darkened and her eyes completely dilated; moving her soul into the other world.

I walked across the cold cave bottom, from which used to be known as the Kyaku Clan's hideout, I look back into it just before I leave to meet Lord Kuroi. I say one more sentence to the bleeding cave, just barely remembering all of the good things that has happened inside those walls.

"Mak wahino taku kakrou." ( No more wounds to bare. )

I walked away from the opening of the cave, and walked through the Chitaka Forest; making my way toward the bar with the blue roof. I walked slowly through the forest, passing the lake and a stream along with it. I exited the south side of the forest, meeting the side of Sientaku Village. I saw Blue Bar a few yards away, followed by the small stone bridge hovering over the Kohaku River. I walked over it, and never really realized that there was water under the bridge. What?! You wouldn't have noticed it either unless you heard its whispers during the night.

I walked forward into the deserted bar, seeing that the bar was deserted and a few drunks had already passed out. I walked over the dance floor and over to the door on the far right side. I slid open the wooden door, and kneeled down in the middle of Lord Kuroi's room, waiting for him there.

In the room, I saw a black sofa, a flat black futon, and another wooden door that lead to the back entrance of Blue Bar. The floors were wooden, and the walls were also. It was a rather normal and uncozy room; just as you would expect for Lord Kuroi.

His scent came in, finally.

He walked inside the room, and saw me they're kneeling by the couch; in the center of the room.

"So, Akai is revived?" he asked me suddenly. I nodded, "Yes, Lord Kuroi. I have retrieved her to win the battle." He walked over to the couch and sat down, smiling back at me.

He had dark brown hair cut short, looking ragged and shaggy. He had hazel eyes that were almond shaped and cold; but warm at the same time. He had bandages on his arms, legs, and neck from a severe fire accident years ago. He used them to cover the harsh burns and scars. He wore a black male yukata, and a smoky gray hakama.

"Then you have done what was asked of you, correct?" he asked me kindly. "Yes, my lord. All of them were killed with my own crimson claws." I replied to Lord Kuroi. "You may stand, Akai." He said to me, his voice happy and excited. I did so. "I have a reward for a samurai such as yourself. One cannot defeat a foe with just their fists now can they?" he said to me, sliding his hand behind the couch against the wall, bringing out a beautiful sword.

He stood out of his seat and came over to me. He handed it to me, and I happily took it into my hand. Its blade was a shining shade of silver, and its handle contrasted with a woven black cloth wrapped neatly around it. Near the top of the handle, or the hilt, was a medium sized ruby shaped like an almond; dark as blood. It looked familiar to me; as if I had fought with it before... or as if it were part of me.

"It was your mother's. Your father had given it to her when he died, so she was still able to protect herself. Because of this sword, she had become a famous samurai herself! A little like you, even." He said to me, standing off the couch and facing me as I watched the sword in shock, " This is not just a simple sword, Akai. This is the Tetsugia. There was another form made before it, but this one was improved to be a better model." "The Tetsugia... for me?" I said to him in awe, never once knowing that Chaen was ever a swordswoman in her entire life. He nodded happily and continued information on it, "The Tetsugia has two forms. The first form is the one you have in you hand as of right now; the normal form of the blade. But when the sword tastes blood upon its blade, it will unleash the true power of the blade; the second form. You will notice it because the blade will turn black, and a silver-black flame will fly around it freely. When you use this blackened blade to attack your opponent, a beam of black fire will strike through the victim. The more blood the blade tastes, the wider and stronger the beam will become." He said to me, acting surprised to how I acted with the sword in my hands. I looked up to him gratefully, "Thank you, Lord Kuroi." I said to him, sheathing the blade in my red obe wrapped around the waist of my black kimono, "So tell me Lord Kuroi, you said that I must prove to you my loyalty from never going back to my Kiriya side again. What must I do?" He smiled at me with the same smile that sent chills up and down my spine- I hated that, "My dear, sweet Akai," he began, "This battle will be a very though one, even with you on our side. So, I am testing you with both strength and loyalty." "What is this task, my lord Kuroi?" I asked him. "You simple have to strike down Sho Mura. The legendary Chiyoku the manslayer." He said to me, slipping his arm around my shoulder.

... Chiyoku.

Wait... SHO MURA?!

This must be a mistake!

Were we talking about the same kind-hearted child that I had known from my swordsmanship class five years ago? How could Sho have changed from loving citizen, to harassing murderer? How could Sho Mura be the Chiyoku? I cannot believe this... not only had he been my childhood friend five years ago, but I had fallen in love with Sho as well.

"Akai?" Lord Kuroi said to my oddly; interrupting my thoughts, "Are you going to kill the Chiyoku for me, or not?" I lowered my head slowly at the thought of killing him, "Yes, I will do it for you, my Lord Kuroi." I said to him with an emotionless voice. He cupped his hand on my cheek gently, and lifted my head up slowly so that we were looking at each other face to face, "Now now, Akai... no need to frown." He said sadly. I closed my eyes, "I am sorry, Kuroi." I said to him, putting on an act. He smiled; still leaving his hand on my face, "The Chiyoku will be waiting for you on the bridge soon. I give you my luck, Akai." He said to me.

And with that there was silence. He was looking back at me kindly, his eyes glowing with happiness. His face moved in closer to mine, and he pressed his lips against mine and kissed me. He slipped his hand down to my waist and pulled me slowly closer to him, and I felt like I was going to throw up. He was kissing me, and I just stood there like an idiot.

A smart idiot.

He parted our lips, and moved his head back as he looked at me with a smile, "Good luck." He said, then walked out the back door and into the shadows of the city.

I stood there for maybe thirty seconds, trying to figure out what had just happened. I was stunned. Lord Kuroi had raised me, let alone threatened me. I was to kill whom he wanted, and do what was asked or I was to be killed. That's the way it's always been... but this... this kiss didn't make any sense.

Why did Lord Kuroi kiss me?

I looked up to the ceiling, "Remind me to quit after all of this is over. I do NOT want to go through that kind of torture again." I said as I wiped my lips, "I'd rather let him kill me then kiss that wretched man again!"

I walked over to the couch and sat down, suddenly remembering Sho Mura's wondrous, and beautiful attacks in our swordsmanship class. Even for such a young age, he was the best swordsman I had ever seen in my life; even then... twelve. Now he was seventeen, and I am merely fifteen. If he was twelve when he had challenged the sensei and won with one swing, I couldn't imagine what kind of skills he has now after those many years of training.

Master Kuroi and the Chiyoku have always been great rivals, so I knew one day that I would end up fighting him. Yet, now that I figured out who the Chiyoku is, I do not have the heart to kill Sho Mura... I know that part of him was sill there. Even if I were full demon, there would be no was I could ever be able to kill him. He was the best swordsman in the entire history of Japan. On top of that, I loved Sho. So I know that there would be no way on earth that I would be able to kill him.

Then again, I could at least try. For lord Kuroi. I couldn't go this far to killing everyone I've ever known and trusted and just turning my back when I have to kill just one more person. I couldn't just leave Lord Kuroi when he needs me the most. I wouldn't ever betray the man that raised me... even if it was that wretched man. I would try this.

Just for him; no one else.

I then quickly realized that Sho would appear on the bridge at any minute, so I gathered myself together and went to test my sword out. After all, I wanted to fight the Chiyoku with my highest power... if I were to kill him that is. It would be a miracle to kill the Chiyoku, but I am praying to God that I will be able to get through all of this and live.

I slid the back door open, and crept around to the bridge. I stood on its cold stones, chilling my bare feet with every step. I stopped and painted my eyes through the darkness of the city, seeking for someone to strike down with my sword. Finally, my eyes found a young rurouni seeking for a place to sleep.

A perfect target.

I started to charge silently at the poor remorseful man, and slowly took the beautiful Tetsugia out of my red obe as a approached him. He spotted me at the last minute, and just had enough time to scream a last plea. I struck him down with one simple sing, watching his head fall coldly onto the ground.

The blade turned ebony just one second after it had touched the blood. Just as Lord Kuroi had said, the aura of a ghostly silver-black color flew around the blade freely, as if it were on fire with a black flame. I could smell the rancid blood on the blade, and yet I saw nothing there on the black blade. Oddly, I brought the blade to my mouth and licked off a little of the almost-hidden blood off of its once silver blade. I felt the liquid run slowly down my throat, a bitter warm wave slowly making its way to take over my taste buds. It wasn't bad, but certainly not good either.

I snapped my head around as I heard an odd noise. It sounded as if it were sandpaper on... stone. I looked to the bridge and saw a black shadow hovering over it, blocking a large full moon behind it. It was as if it were just a shadow, for the moonlight was shining around it and it was just a black figure with a silver-white outline.

"Kuroi says that you wish to fight me, "the deep and dark voise said coldly, "Are you going to fight me, or simply lick upon your blade like so?" "I know all of your attacks, Sho. I will not loose." I said to him evilly, "Now prepare to taste this blade as well." I snapped back at the red- haired manslayer as he walked over. "Sho, eh? I haven't been called that for many years..." he said coldly, " Now how would you know all of my attacks if we have never fought before?" he said to me curiously, as if I were bluffing.

He walked toward me so I could see his face more clear. His red- orange hair was long and pulled back in a high ponytail. He used to have blue eyes, and now I see that they are golden and cold; every time he glared at me it sent a chill up and down my spine. He wore his same navy male yukata, and white hakama.

He unsheathed his sword and coldly glared back at me, his golden eyes locked onto mine as I felt like I was going to shiver in my boots. Wait... I wasn't wearing boots. Never mind, then!

"We have not fought, I agree. Yet I have seen you fight many many times before, Sho." I said to him, getting in my fighting stance with the Tetsugia in hand. "Why should I waste my breath upon a stranger such as yourself, when I could be slicing you to bits instead?" he said to me, glaring back at me with his golden angered eyes.

He doesn't even remember me...

I charged quickly after him in pure hatred, and flew my Tetsugia at him, and easily missed as he disappeared; appearing behind me with the same speed that he had used in swordsmanship class. Yet he was much faster now, as if he were moving at hyper speed. I knew he was going to attempt to strike me from behind, so I quickly jumped high to the side, barely missed his long silver blade. I struck him in the shoulder with the Tetsugia, watching the black beam strike through him. He then tore quickly around as I pulled out the blade, and punched me in the stomach. For a second I couldn't breathe, then I jumped up into the air –using his head as a latter- and took out my best weapon, the one I hardly used; my green-bladed poison daggers. I pulled one out of the sleeve of my kimono, and attempted to throw one at his face, but he simply caught it and threw it back at me as I had just touched the ground, and I watched it strike the dirt, blade in the ground. I used the dagger to jump up, pushing it deeper into the ground. I threw another dagger at him, aiming at his heart this time. He caught it, just barely cutting his finger, and threw it back at me when I landed, aiming for my heart. I swept to the left, and the dagger gashed inside of my right shoulder, my sword-wielding arm. It poisoned my entire arm instantly and it was now paralyzed.

The Tetsugia struck the ground.

"I would have never guessed that Kuroi would send me such a weaking for a fight. A human woman such as yourself shouldn't be walking the path of the samurai, but be taking care of your family at home." He said to me with his cold, deep voice.

HAD HE JUST CALLED ME HUMAN!? I WAS HALF DEMON! A HANYOU! HOW DARE HE MISTAKE ME FOR A MERE HUMAN WOMAN!!!

I charged after him again, using my full demonic speed; hatred over love for him this time. I saw for a second his eyes were shocked, but then they returned to his normal glare. I threw my hands at him, clenching his neck hard with my claws digging into his skin, feeling his blood spread all over my hands.

"I am not human, Chiyoku, "I said to him in the same tone he used, "I am hanyou."

He smiled.

Why in God's name did he just smile?

I screamed as I suddenly felt a harsh burn at my stomach. I looked at him oddly as I cocked my head slightly to the side, and looked downward and saw that his entire blade was pushed through my stomach; and only the handle was shown. I looked back up at him for a second, with a plea in my eyes. For just a split second... he looked... sad. He then blinked slowly and his eyes returned to its normal Chiyoku glare.

Another scream ran through the air; then I noticed that it was me that was screaming. He had just twisted the blade completely around, churning a hole in my chest. I felt a bit of air leave me, and as I did so, a bit of blood spurted from my mouth and splattered the side of his face. I fell backwards, feeling his cold blade come out of my wound, and I fell onto the ground in a large crimson pool of my own blood.

For the first time in my life...
I had failed.

Sho sheathed his blood-stained sword in the belt of his hakama, and bent down next to me with a kind smile, as I saw that his eyes were not cold and glaring, but mauve; warm and comforting.

"Goodbye... hanyou."

He stared back at me oddly, and he stood up onto the ground... staring down at me when I said those words...

"Sho... I... I love you." I confessed to him.

I saw that he had tried to walk away from me, back turned. Then, after I said those words, I saw him jerk around to look back at me; his hair sweeping across his soft and tender face. His eyes were narrowed in sadness, and they looked as if a bright blue; royal blue. He stared at me sadly and sighed.

"I... am sorry. But I cannot love you."

A tear swept across my face as he turned his back and walked away once again; I couldn't stop him this time. The tear dropped on the side of my face, and fell into the puddle of blood... He had stopped me.

"I... am sorry too." I mumbled, then my eyes ffaded into shadows, and I sliped away into a world of darkness.

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Yasha: So... what did you think? If you really like Forgotten Pasts (don't worry, there will be A LOT more chapters than this), then you might want to check out some of my other work. Forgotten Pasts is my main source in writing, and I have written poems, songfics, lemons, and random comedies for this story as well, so you might want to check those out as well. I will post the poems up soon, and the songfics I am working on. Lemons I have already written, but they will be posted up soon.

Forgotten Pasts isn't my only focus in writing, I also make a lot of Anime and Manga stories, too. Mostly InuYasha, Gundam Wing, Sailor Moon, Rurouni Kenshin, Tokyo Mew Mew, Mars, Lupin the Third, Trigun, and Cowboy bebop.

But Forgottem Pasts has a lot more. lol