Hi! Thanx for reading. I really not sure what's going to happen in this
story but it is definitely nothing like the series even though it looks
like it!!! This is basically an Aya/Omi story with some Ken/Yoji. I hope
you enjoy!
Author: Hikari (kit6ss@juno.com)
For Eternity
The night was dark and dreary. Clouds covered the moon that shed no light outside a mansion covered with thick, twining vines. No one noticed the shadows slinking across the expansive lawn as no sound was heard as the wind whistled above the rooftop. No one saw the shadows descend on the house.
Something had woken him up, a force that compelled him to get out of bed and pad down the stairs to his fathers study. Half asleep and unsure Omi slowly peeked into the well-furnished office of his father, Reiji Takatori.
" I don't understand your rush to move the shipment tonight." His father's voice drifted out, more than loud enough for the 17 year old boy to hear. A chill went down his spine, he stiffened, something was wrong. Ever since he was little Omi could sense danger was coming, as he was now. He glanced around the dark hallway for a weapon and spotted his crossbow resting on the table, right where he had left it after his father and he had returned from their hunting trip that afternoon.
The uneasy feeling was growing, to Omi the air seemed to grow heavy and icy and swept across his damp skin. Without more hesitation he grabbed at the weapon but his hand slipped and the crossbow tipped the vase also resting on the table. Omi watched in horror as the vase tipped one way than the other, seeming to balance on one edge then fall. He covered his eyes in anticipation of the crash, but the sound of the vase crashing was overpowered by the louder crash coming from his father's study. Father! Omi thought as he spun and with his weapon crashed through the door.
Before him the study lay in ruins, the tall glass window had been shattered, spraying glass across the blue carpet. His father stood transfixed, staring at the body lying on the ground before him. Omi could see the blood start to pool under the body and knew, whoever this man was, he was dead.
" Father we have to get out of here!" he yelled, glancing around the room nervously, the air still hummed with the feeling of uneasiness. With practiced grace he cocked the bow and hefted it up, motioning his father to come away from the body.
" Omi.Omi he's dead!" His father stood, pointing a shaking finger at the body, he was frozen in shock. The feeling was growing stronger, roughly he grabbing the older man by the arm and dragged him out of the room and toward the back of the house. With the crossbow in one hand and his fathers arm in the other the boy practically raced out of the house toward his bike, not caring that he only wore short and a t-shirt. Omi kept his mind focused on getting to the garage so he didn't have to think about the body, for the first time he regretted living in a big house in the middle of nowhere with no servants. His mind raced, where was the murderer?
Omi let out a sigh of relief as his bike came into view but stopped short. The air around him seemed as tight as the string on his crossbow, there was someone leaning against his bike. In one hand the shadowy person held a sword, the other slowly stroked the seat of the bike. Omi let go of his father's hand and raised the crossbow.
" Who are you?" he asked, watching the figure for any sign of attack, shifting slowly into an attack stance. The figure straightened and turned toward him just as the moon appeared from behind the clouds. The first thing he noticed was the unruly dark red hair, followed soon by the bright amethyst eyes. As he watched the man raised his sword and pointed at him then slowly moved the sword to point at something past him. Unsure Omi turned his head slowly but kept the crossbow train at the man's chest.
" Father.." Omi stopped to stare in shock, his father stood with glazed over eyes staring at the sky, then slowly as if in slow motion dropped to the ground dead. As he fell a man with dark brown hair was revealed, his hand was drawn out, as if he had punched Reiji Takatori. That was when Omi noticed the blood soaked claws that protruded out of the leather gloves. No, Omi spun to the first man; rage building he fired, intending to kill. The bolt grazed the scarlet man's face, leaving a long gash then stuck in a tree behind him, Omi had not brought any more ammo.
But suddenly it didn't matter; enraged Omi charged the man bent on killing him with his own hand if necessary. He didn't sense the other man come behind him until there was a sharp pain at the base of his neck and he fell to his knees. The murderers moved away.
" Wa.wait!" he reached a hand out pitifully, as if he could grab them if he tried but they were gone. He couldn't remember how long it had taken him to crawl back to the still form of his beloved father, to him it had seemed like eternity but then he was there. He could see where the claws had gone right thru the body, they bled lazily without stopping. Omi let his head drop, his body felt like he had been hit by a train.
" O.Om..Omi." Omi's head shot up, he was still alive!
" Hold on father, I'll call an ambulance!" he spun up to run for the house but his father grabbed his arm. He coughed weakly and rustled for something under his clothes.
" Don't bother, it's to late."
" But father!"
" Enough!" Omi stopped his ranting in shock as his father pulled him roughly down next to him. " I have no time, this was my mistake. Take this and live on." Omi felt a sharp pain as his father thrust something thru the soft cartilage in his ear then without another word died. Omi screams echoed through the night.
*** Omi woke with a start. His sheets were soaked and he was sweating. It was the same dream again, the same memory. He slowly held his head in his hands, fighting the tears. Slowly his hand came to rest on the silver cross dangling on a chain from his ear, his last memento of his father. Silently by that cross he promised to kill the assassins that ruined his life. Even if it was the last thing he ever did.
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Well that's it for ch.1. Reviews are always nice since this is a new story and I need ideas!!!!! I hope you didn't get lost! I'll explain more in the next chapter.
Author: Hikari (kit6ss@juno.com)
For Eternity
The night was dark and dreary. Clouds covered the moon that shed no light outside a mansion covered with thick, twining vines. No one noticed the shadows slinking across the expansive lawn as no sound was heard as the wind whistled above the rooftop. No one saw the shadows descend on the house.
Something had woken him up, a force that compelled him to get out of bed and pad down the stairs to his fathers study. Half asleep and unsure Omi slowly peeked into the well-furnished office of his father, Reiji Takatori.
" I don't understand your rush to move the shipment tonight." His father's voice drifted out, more than loud enough for the 17 year old boy to hear. A chill went down his spine, he stiffened, something was wrong. Ever since he was little Omi could sense danger was coming, as he was now. He glanced around the dark hallway for a weapon and spotted his crossbow resting on the table, right where he had left it after his father and he had returned from their hunting trip that afternoon.
The uneasy feeling was growing, to Omi the air seemed to grow heavy and icy and swept across his damp skin. Without more hesitation he grabbed at the weapon but his hand slipped and the crossbow tipped the vase also resting on the table. Omi watched in horror as the vase tipped one way than the other, seeming to balance on one edge then fall. He covered his eyes in anticipation of the crash, but the sound of the vase crashing was overpowered by the louder crash coming from his father's study. Father! Omi thought as he spun and with his weapon crashed through the door.
Before him the study lay in ruins, the tall glass window had been shattered, spraying glass across the blue carpet. His father stood transfixed, staring at the body lying on the ground before him. Omi could see the blood start to pool under the body and knew, whoever this man was, he was dead.
" Father we have to get out of here!" he yelled, glancing around the room nervously, the air still hummed with the feeling of uneasiness. With practiced grace he cocked the bow and hefted it up, motioning his father to come away from the body.
" Omi.Omi he's dead!" His father stood, pointing a shaking finger at the body, he was frozen in shock. The feeling was growing stronger, roughly he grabbing the older man by the arm and dragged him out of the room and toward the back of the house. With the crossbow in one hand and his fathers arm in the other the boy practically raced out of the house toward his bike, not caring that he only wore short and a t-shirt. Omi kept his mind focused on getting to the garage so he didn't have to think about the body, for the first time he regretted living in a big house in the middle of nowhere with no servants. His mind raced, where was the murderer?
Omi let out a sigh of relief as his bike came into view but stopped short. The air around him seemed as tight as the string on his crossbow, there was someone leaning against his bike. In one hand the shadowy person held a sword, the other slowly stroked the seat of the bike. Omi let go of his father's hand and raised the crossbow.
" Who are you?" he asked, watching the figure for any sign of attack, shifting slowly into an attack stance. The figure straightened and turned toward him just as the moon appeared from behind the clouds. The first thing he noticed was the unruly dark red hair, followed soon by the bright amethyst eyes. As he watched the man raised his sword and pointed at him then slowly moved the sword to point at something past him. Unsure Omi turned his head slowly but kept the crossbow train at the man's chest.
" Father.." Omi stopped to stare in shock, his father stood with glazed over eyes staring at the sky, then slowly as if in slow motion dropped to the ground dead. As he fell a man with dark brown hair was revealed, his hand was drawn out, as if he had punched Reiji Takatori. That was when Omi noticed the blood soaked claws that protruded out of the leather gloves. No, Omi spun to the first man; rage building he fired, intending to kill. The bolt grazed the scarlet man's face, leaving a long gash then stuck in a tree behind him, Omi had not brought any more ammo.
But suddenly it didn't matter; enraged Omi charged the man bent on killing him with his own hand if necessary. He didn't sense the other man come behind him until there was a sharp pain at the base of his neck and he fell to his knees. The murderers moved away.
" Wa.wait!" he reached a hand out pitifully, as if he could grab them if he tried but they were gone. He couldn't remember how long it had taken him to crawl back to the still form of his beloved father, to him it had seemed like eternity but then he was there. He could see where the claws had gone right thru the body, they bled lazily without stopping. Omi let his head drop, his body felt like he had been hit by a train.
" O.Om..Omi." Omi's head shot up, he was still alive!
" Hold on father, I'll call an ambulance!" he spun up to run for the house but his father grabbed his arm. He coughed weakly and rustled for something under his clothes.
" Don't bother, it's to late."
" But father!"
" Enough!" Omi stopped his ranting in shock as his father pulled him roughly down next to him. " I have no time, this was my mistake. Take this and live on." Omi felt a sharp pain as his father thrust something thru the soft cartilage in his ear then without another word died. Omi screams echoed through the night.
*** Omi woke with a start. His sheets were soaked and he was sweating. It was the same dream again, the same memory. He slowly held his head in his hands, fighting the tears. Slowly his hand came to rest on the silver cross dangling on a chain from his ear, his last memento of his father. Silently by that cross he promised to kill the assassins that ruined his life. Even if it was the last thing he ever did.
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Well that's it for ch.1. Reviews are always nice since this is a new story and I need ideas!!!!! I hope you didn't get lost! I'll explain more in the next chapter.