Hey look, I updated! Yay for me right? I know this chapter is short, but the thing is that I have been developing a plot! This actually going to be pretty big if I can actually get it out. The Next chapter should be up soon, at least I hope it will. Anyways, enjoy!
Ushiwaka slammed his hands down on the table. There was no way in hell that he was going to let Chibiterasu sacrifice himself for his stupid excuse for a clone! Honestly, you would never have known the boy was his clone if it wasn't for his looks. It was as if the boy hadn't inherited any of his brains at all, if he had he didn't use them, otherwise he would never have gotten into this mess in the first place; he would have accepted his fate! Instead he had cried out for Chibiterasu and now Akuro was winning. The worst thing was, is that he didn't have a clue as to how to stop it. All his visions had shown him was a never-ending darkness, which was not encouraging to say the least; it was as if everything he had done had been in vain! He could not allow this, there had to be something he could do! But as hard as he thought, he could find no solutions to their current crisis. Then, an idea hit him. His eyes flew open in realization. Kurow had been made a replica of him to take his place that night, meaning one of them had to die to kill Akuro. Obviously though, Chibiterasu was not going to let Kurow die for him. Ushiwaka felt fear for the first time in almost two hundred years. Was it possible… Could he take Kurow's place instead? Someone had to die to kill Akuro and Waka sure as hell wasn't going to let it be Chibiterasu, but if it wasn't either of them it would have to be him. He gulped nervously as he tentatively put a hand over his eyes and produced a vision of his idea. He chuckled humorlessly and tilted his head toward the ceiling. He couldn't see anything, He had forgotten he was always blinded to his own fate. He sighed deeply, it seemed the only way to find out what would happen would be to go down and help. If he didn't do it, everyone would die anyway, so he stood himself up from his seat in the small room. With a flick of his hands, his long elegant kimono was replaced by his battle attire. His hair was once again covered by his hawk mask and Pillow Talk was tied up in the sash around his waist. His hand still held the fan he was holding from before and he flipped open and covered part of his face with it. He marveled at the irony of the situation, while mentally contacting his clone. He needed him to buy him some time.
Kurow suddenly came to his senses; he had to get Akuro away from Chibiterasu! He would not let Akuro have his way with his friend. Kurow charged forward, only to stop in his tracks and go completely rigid.
"Can you hear me, Little Doll?" Ushiwaka's soft soothing voice had once again seeped into his mind sickeningly calm in the storm of his emotions.
"Damn," Kurow cursed in his head and squeezed his eyes shut, as if that would make the voice disappear. He thought he was rid of the slippery man and his manipulating ways! He heard a soft chuckle from somewhere in the back of his mind.
"Not quite yet little one, not quite yet." The voice was laced with a slippery calm, but Kurow managed to detect… something else. It was something almost akin to the panic stricken of earlier but much softer and accepting. Almost as if Waka had resigned himself to something he didn't want to do, which was fine with Kurow. If Waka had to do something he didn't want to, Kurow prayed to Amaterasu that he suffered through every second of it.
"Harsh," commented Ushiwaka as he picked up on Kurow's train of thought. The boy had detected his apprehension; maybe he wasn't stupid after all. Kurow snorted and then got back to his task at hand.
"Why did you stop me?" he asked Waka in his mind. "It had better be good…" he thought to himself. He felt his hand tighten around his sword as he looked up at Chibiterasu and Akuro. Akuro seemed to be shrinking, slowly forcing himself into Chibiterasu. Kurow gritted his teeth; he was running out of time!
"I didn't stop you," Waka felt the need to point out. "That was all you Little Doll." Kurow seethed in his mind and hoped that at least some of the images of what he would to do to Ushiwaka if he ever got his hands on him disturbed the man, even if it was just a little. He really hated the way the man played with him like that, his voice almost always had a under lying mocking tone that bordered on arrogance.
"Then you won't care if I attack the evil dude that is eating my best friend," he spat back with great venom.
"Of course not. In fact, I was about to suggest the same thing." Waka replied calmly as if the poison in the words had no effect on him. "Oh, but do leave your medallion on the ground please," he added as if it were a nonchalant afterthought. "I would hate to pop up between your sword and that thing."
"What!" Yelled Kurow so surprised that he said it out loud. "Your coming here?" The last part had come out in what sounded like disbelieving horror. Waka had never done anything but pull strings in the time Kurow had known him, he never did anything drastic. He didn't even get involved unless it had to do with Amaterasu… Which would explain why he was doing something now. Kurow winced at the thought of what Amaterasu would do to him if she ever found out that it was his fault that Chibiterasu had been taken over by Akuro. It would not be pretty that was for sure.
"Well of course," Ushiwaka said ignoring Kurow's graphic mental images of what might happen to him after this. "You don't think that I would leave the fate of Ma Cherie's precious little pup in you incapable hands do you?"Kurow bristled at the insult.
"I am perfectly capable and I don't need your help!" He said with vehemence, his hands squeezed into tiny fists.
"Really?"said Waka dryly. "I never would have thought that letting a god take your place as a vessel for the master of darkness was considered capable, or smart. You obviously know more about it then me though; I mean I have only been watching the world for two hundred years. What could I possibly know?" The whole thing was so thick with sarcasm you could slice it with a knife. "So what is your plan, Oh Wise One?"
Kurow felt the sting of those words like a whip across the face, he had no plan and he knew it. It was also all his fault Chibiterasu had been caught up in this mess. He hung his head in shame, Ushiwaka was right. Even if he had a horribly sadistic way of getting his point across, he needed his help and he needed it fast.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked though gritted teeth, it wasn't like him to submit to another person's will. Especially not one he hated, but he needed to know what to do. He could almost feel Ushiwaka's triumphant smile and he knew that even though no one else was in the room with the man, he had brought his fan up to cover most of his face. He had lived with the man long enough during the first few weeks of his life to know at least a few of his quirks. He waited for the sarcastic retort that was to come.
"Buy me some time," Ushiwaka said, surprisingly monotone. "I need to be able to locate your medallion and then teleport myself to it. It shouldn't take too long, but if Akuro catches wind of it then he can block me. Keep him distracted. Oh and do try to do some damage if you can." With that last far from encouraging remark, Waka's presence left Kurow's mind. Kurow growled, he was such an ass! He had half a mind to keep the medallion on him so that when Ushiwaka did pop up it would be in front of his sword so he could make those very pleasant (unpleasant for Ushiwaka) images he kept having reality. Then again, if Kurow maimed him, then there would be no way for him to help Chibi. His thoughts back on the battle ahead Kurow set down the medallion and readied his sword. 'Well, here I go,' thought Kurow as he once again started his charge towards the master of darkness and his best friend.