Chapter two.

Oh by the way…for those who have looked through the fanfic entitled 'Compilation' just to let you know, that despite not having been updated for ages, it is still alive!...The drawings are complete, but in a complete mess...when I started drawing, I did not plan out the panels and just drew in whatever space and direction I could fit into my drawing pad. So I'm still trying to scan each and every panel then sticking them in order so that it makes sense. Bear with me!! (I know..I suck…T,T)

Anywho…two chapters posted up in one day! I think I'll wait for some reviews and responses from you guys before putting up the next few chappies.

Please let me know if any of them go OOC…that is my greatest fear…I care not for grammatical mistakes (I get to blame my BFF :p) but I'm hoping to keep the characters in check. Especially Kyo…who has about 3 variations of emotions and thus an incrreeedibly hard character to portray.

I shut up now.

Enjoy!!!

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"Kyo! You're bleeding!" He was bleeding. And bleeding profusely. Deep gashes ran across his chest, his face covered in rivulets of blood flowing from a cut on his forehead, and he'd begun to cough some more of the deep red liquid.

The plopping sound was his, as drops the size of her thumb formed and fell from the tips of his fingers as well as his chin.

What training involved such slaughtering and fatal bloodshed? Yuya hadn't expected the mountain training with Muramusa to result in a near massacre of Kyo's body. The pain she felt from her teeth digging deeper into her lower lip was the only thing she could feel as she went numb and froze with fear. The pain was enough to make her move from her spot and run to him.

"Tell me something new or shut up." Kyo struggled to stand, barely managing it before he fell on one knee, his head dropping in fatigue. "Go away woman, I want to sleep." He growled, flashing a violent glare at Yuya as she attempted to reach for him. With the help of his katana, he pushed himself upright and staggered his way to the fire.

"Kyo, you're bleeding!" Yuya repeated following behind him.

"Not my blood. That little prick of a Kyoshiro's blood." He laughed at the irony and a harsh cough that had blood sputtering and seeping through his fingers that covered his mouth followed suit.

"Kyo, please." Yuya pleaded " You're-"

"-bleeding. Yeah, yeah." He spat out the metallic taste and wiped his mouth.

He was such an arrogant bastard, continually brushing her off, ignoring her when he felt like it as if she hovered around him to await his orders. Stupid selfish blind man. He was stupid because he thought he was immortal in this body that wasn't even his; he was selfish because he never cared about what others felt, how she felt seeing him in this state; he was blind because couldn't he see that she was afraid?

It wasn't simply worry that washed through Yuya when Kyo had appeared in a bloody wreck in front of her. It was fear beyond anything that she had ever encountered. The sharp constrict of her heart, she knew, had nothing to do with the wyrms, and everything to do with him.

But what could her fear do to help Kyo, when he'd stubbornly refused her care? Yuya watched as the black kimono slipped off the tall rangy man's shoulders, exposing the strong planed muscles of his back where another three bloody criss-crossing gashes carved his flesh. Yuya winced not so much from the sight of the wound, but from the pain he should have been feeling despite his blank face.

She had to try again. "Kyo –"

"Woman…" he started softly, his words all but iced and his temper barely reined. Kyo turned his head, giving her his profile. The red eye gleamed murderously. "Shut up." And then he smirked as an idea seemed to form in his head. "Unless, Dogface, you want to lick my wounds?"

A large vein popped on the side of Yuya's head, and she clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms hard enough to draw blood. Kyo is hurt, Kyo's head is worth one million ryos, she mentally ranted.

"How about it?" The man had the gall to lift a bloody arm and point at a deep laceration that was starting to bruise.

"DIE!" A rock the size of Botenmaru flew at his head. He dodged it easily, ducking gently (the woman was so predictable) as the thing wooshed, ruffling his hair as it traveled another few metres past him and the fire and into the cave's dead end.

Yuya was panting, her face a brilliant red, as steam shot out her nose like a raging bull. "I am going to make you feel pain. Mark my words, Kyo. Pain." Never had Yuya looked as if she was going to enjoy treating the wounds on his body, happy that he had received them.

Unfazed, Kyo simply blinked at Yuya, scratched his head and turned back to the fire to tend to his wounds, ignoring her.

His mistake.

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Know what? I think I AM going to put up the next chapter…..Nevertheless please REVIEEWW!! It makes me all happy and hyper.