Kannazuki No Miko:

The Lunar Priestess, her love, and the Deathly Ones

Chapter 3:

Blacken Blades and Romantic Encounters

Blacksnake: Welcome to another chapter of this story.

Himeko and Chikane: (Making out)

Blacksnake: (Looks at the two) Would one of you lovely ladies like to say the disclaimer?

Himeko and Chikane: Blacksnake201 does not owe Kannazuki No Miko/Destiny of the Shrine Maidens.

The Night before the end of Chapter 2…

Aeon sprinted through the woods, seeking his prized trophy; Chikane. As he ran, he searched every tree and brush. To no avail, he could not find her. He can see through the darkness, smell unspilled blood, and the finest things of a mortal. Alas, his vampyric senses were no use to him now. What is causing my senses to go numb? Only strong magic from elder spellcasters, or… A raven cried as it flew behind him. As it landed, it began to shape shift into a hooded man.

Aeon turned to see who it was, only to be astonished and fearful of who it was. A name slipped from his lips, "Seeker!" "Yes child of the cursed blood. It is I, the wanderer Seeker." Without shouting, his voice carried a loud thunderous sound to it. Aeon flinched under the sound as lightning crack the sky as it began to rain.

Seeker, the wisest of the immortal race, but the most fearsome to many of fiends and monsters, whose eyes seem blind, but with all the magic he acquired, he can see without the need of such eyes.

Aeon attempted to unseath his weapon. As he tried to grab the hilt of his blade, he grabbed nothing. What the… "Looking for this?" Seeker held out the gun-blade, making Aeon more terrified of the immortal. The blindness of the men deceived him the first time, although he has always regretted it.

"Why is it that you torture Miss Himemyia so?" Seeker asked as if he was a judge asking the condemned man of what he felt before he was sent to be executed. Aeon stuttered. "Y-you know t-true love is…" As Seeker brought his staff to the ground, the earth around him cracked with a sound of thunder. "Typical for a creature such as yourself to stalk a young lady for your lust, as you rape her over and over once you acquire her."

This angered Aeon to a point where he wanted to take his weapon and slay the Immortal; alas, an immortal is not easy to kill as it seems.

"You are a pathetic being Aeon! To think such a thing that you can break the shell of the fates to indulge your sins unsavory of all things mortal!" His voice booms as the striking of thunder, causing Aeon to wench in fear and detest for this eons old being. Even the trees, stones, and the soil rumble under his feet and the sound of his vigorous voice. Even the falling rain seemed to freeze.

Aeon stared at the immortal by the name of Seeker; his crimson eyes looked at the staff of Seeker, then his blade. His fangs sought to bite the immortal, knowing very well it was foolish. But his cause was blind and obsession filled.

Aeon's blade fell into the mud. Seeker turned his back to Aeon and walked off. "Know this child." He began. "Darkness is coming. All you know will be devoured by the wrath of 'his' hatred and vengeance." With those words that came out of his mouth, Aeon's eyes widened, knowing full well who he meant. "You mean?" Before he could get an answer, Seeker flew off in his raven form. The rain fell even harder.

Aeon's face and clothes soaked in the falling rain, while he focused on what he learned.

To his own discretion, Souma ran up to his 'acquaintance'. "Aeon, did you find them?" When no answer came, Souma asked once more. Aeon picked up Rose Witherer from the mud. He turned to Souma with a cold expression.

"I did not find them."

Souma heard a tone he had never heard or seen the expression he saw in his 'acquaintance's' face before, "What are you not telling me?"

With a tone of irritation, Souma grabbed Aeon by the arm and his Orochi markings appeared. "Tell me, now!" With the scent of a threat, Aeon turned to him, shaking his arm free. "You have no Idea what I saw or what I have heard." With that, he walked by Souma, feeling a chill he believed was not possible.

He stopped. "If you Love Hemiko so much that you are willing to do anything for her. What will you do?"

Souma was taken by surprise by the question.

"I'll kill for her; I'll die for her, and pay her more attention to her than Chikane-san." He said, now knowing what his true question was. "Let her go, Oogami Souma." Was all Aeon said before he disappeared into the thick raining night.

Souma looked down to the soiled earth and to the eerie crater. He curled his fists in anger as he punched a tree next to him. It shattered into splinters where he had hit it and the rest fell, sending mud up in the air as it landed.

Souma's eyes glowed with anger. "I will never let her go!" He shouted into the sky, having it known to whoever listened,

XX

Earlier that night, with the unconscious Himeko and Chikane after Arni left…

As the two were out cold, alone in the dark where demons and strangers could have their way with their sleeping, innocent bodies; alone in the dark they were by many, but one was unseen. The stranger walked out from the shadows. Something was wrong with him.

His skin was pale, his eyes empty of life, and the shadows converged around him. He looked down at the two unconscious lovers, seeing life in their poise, but shaken of what happened earlier. He knew what they ran from, what they saw, and what they heard. The darkness quivered around him of what they last saw; a silver haired and red eyed girl and a brown haired man with crimson eyes. And the sound of blades clashing against one-another rang in his head and the sound of gunfire irked every bit of it.

He hissed at the memory of violence.

His fate was that of what their companions had done before.

But who was he?

He never knew his name, who he was, or where he came from. All he knew was that he was given the powers of the night. Nothing more than the darkness that he lived in and the moon as his mother and mistress; the only thing that knew his pain and frustration, even damned without rest.

When he returned to reality, he sensed something in the blue haired girl's soul; the essence of the moon. The being that led him through the dark nights and the terrors of insanity as he wandered aimlessly through the dark woods, searching for his past. Where none know the truth of its true existence. And yet, he can see what the moon maiden was doing with her hand around the blonde girl. He knew right away who she was; the resemblance of the sun.

He was jealous of the sun maiden. She was shown love by his mistress, but soon came to realize, that the sun makes the moon evermore beautiful in the night. So, as his mistress's possible lover, he would protect her.

He crouched next to the sleeping beauties, placing his cold hands on their foreheads, and sought their home. When he found the memory, he took them there through the shadows. When he was in the moon maiden's room, he found her bed and laid both her and the sun maiden on his mistress's bed. When they were comfortable, he sat at the edge of the bed, watching over them as they slept. While doing so, he pondered over how they ended up in the woods, and out cold.

Before he could narrow down any of the reasons, his moon mistress's eyes slowly opened, seeing the stranger. He knew what she saw was blurry. When she blinked, he vanished.

He returned to the woods as the sun rose. It was the sun maiden's turn to rule the day. He walked into the shadows, becoming one with them.

He would stay as close to his mistress, with only the image of her and her name; Chikane.

XX

The same night at the Himemyia mansion…

Nethe's body laid upon Otoha Kisaragi's bed, while her wound was being wrapped by her father. He didn't show any kind of emotion, for Otoha, she thought he was either calm or he didn't want to show anything. She stood by, watching the beautiful daughter of Dante being bandaged by her father. Blood was seeping through the first two layers of the bandages, while Dante was wrapping another around his only child's wound. The silence was killing Otoha, both mentally and emotionally.

"Is…is she going to be alright?"

"She's tough, I can tell you that. This injury won't kill her." Dante reassured her.

Otoha sighed, "Thank goodness."

Dante gave a wise crack. "She had worse injuries before." As he said this, Otoha's face turned from relieved to Shocked. "Wha…"

Dante smiled. "Don't worry about it. I suffer from far worse than she had."

Otoha's heart quickened. She knew he was the son of Sparda, but what she saw earlier scared her half to death. Even though she saw the whole fight, seeing Nethe bleeding nonstop was frightening for her. But, she was relieved that she will live.

She was surprised to see that Mr. Himemyia was willing to shelter his daughter and she learned he gave her a spot in Mahoroba's academy's roster. How well did he know Dante? Otoha wanted to say something, but she couldn't.

"How are you holding up?" He asked Otoha. "Fine, Mr. Dante." As she answered, she just wanted to know how she could have been so weak at not helping her when she needed help. She was fine helping lady Himemyia, but someone who she didn't know was bleeding in her hands.

Otoha shuddered at the thought and feeling of a wound. She just couldn't bear with it.

As Dante finished wrapping his daughter's wound, he stood up and walked over to Otoha. As she saw this, she bowed before him and blushed. "Is there anything I can do?" With an emotionless smile, Dante spoke. "Can you keep an eye on her and help her when she needs it?" An odd request, but she obliged to it. She found it strange though.

Dante was leaving the room. "Mr. Dante, aren't you going to stay here with your daughter?" Before he could reach for the door handle, he answered. "I am going to find whoever or whatever did this and make them suffer for it." He turned back to look at Otoha, his crimson eyes glowed with anger. Unfortunately, this frightened Otoha. He left the room and then the mansion.

Otoha sighed, looking at Nethe's sleeping body. Her chest rose and fell slowly. She walked up to the bed side of the silver haired girl. She was gorgeous when she was sleeping. What surprised her was that her breasts and figure were almost that of Lady Himemyia's. Even her lips looked like they shone like rubies.

I wonder if I could… Otoha shook her head, shaking the feeling. What am I thinking!? She blushed at her own thoughts. Even though Lady Himemyia has taken an interest in Mrs. Kurusugawa, I-I… Otoha couldn't control herself. She leaned over the bed, supporting herself with one hand next to Nethe's side and the other on her own chest. But her lips…they look so lonely. Her face came closer to the unconscious beauty, as she felt her breath against her face, and her lips about to lock with Nethe's.

So close, she couldn't stop, she couldn't control her body. She blushed as her lips me that of Nethe's. A sweet, sweet taste, a taste she had never thought was possible.

She continued, trying her best not to disturb the deadly beauty. Otoha's eyes remained closed, unaware that Nethe was waking up. When Nethe's eyes fluttered open, she saw Otoha, the girl she thought was an angel, kissing her. Otoha's eyes shot open when she felt Nethe move and waqs meet with crimson eyes. She broke the kiss as quickly as one who was embarrassed. Otoha blushed a deep red and bowed before Nethe.

"Please forgive me, I'll be on my way out." As she turned and tried to walk away, She felt her arm being tugged and brought into Nethe's chest. Nethe winched in pain.

"Stay with me for a while longer." She said coldly.

"O-okay."

Otoha blushed as she felt Nethe's heartbeat. It was beating fast, so was hers. She felt afraid. Why did she feel afraid? "I-I can ex-"She was cut off when Nethe lifted Otoha's face to her with her finger under her chin, "What is your name?"

Otoha blushed, "Otoha Kisaragi."

Nethe smiled, "A beautiful name you have." She looked into her eyes. "Mine is Nethe, Nethe Sparda."

Otoha was in awe of Nethe, but still in her grasp. "Tell me," Nethe began, "Why did you kiss me?" This made Otoha choke on her own words.

Otoha sighed. "I believe you looked like a goddess. And your lips…" "What about my lips?" Otoha blushed even more. "They looked lonely. And your body…" Nethe Blushed lightly. "What about my body that you would kiss me?" Otoha continued on. "You looked cold. And you…" Otoha stumbled on her words. "What about me?" Nethe blushed.

"You…you…." You look like a goddess that could have whatever she wanted. Her thoughts helped her very little at this moment. She couldn't say those words, out of fear or embarrassment.

With all her attempts, her lips met Nethe's.

After a few minutes of kissing Nethe, broke the kiss. Otoha gasped for air. She regained her composer and looked into the deviless eyes.

Nethe laid Otoha on her back and was on top of her, her long silver hair fell on her back. She winched in pain again, but she didn't care. Otoha looked up, blushing in the position she was in. Both stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Both of their heart beats fast and heavy, as if they were battle drums. A warm feeling roused up inside the two of them.

Otoha's hands were pinned above her head and on her own bed. Somehow, she liked this feeling of being the one under. Then, Nethe's voice broke the silence.

"Your first kiss," Otoha's heart jumped when she mentioned that, "stole mine."

Before Nethe could continue, she fell on top of Otoha. All her moving around used up what energy she had left, even ignoring her own pain. She was fast asleep.

What made Otoha embarrassed was the fact that they were having a moment, sadly it ended so soon, but the main fact was both of their breasts were up against each other. She had squeaked when Nethe landed on her, and her thighs ended up where it gave a shuddering feeling to her. Other than that, she never experienced such a thing before; almost embracing that special someone. Although she finally got her first kiss, she also stole Nethe's first kiss as well. It was all worth it.

But the current situation she was in now was that she had Nethe on top of her. She didn't want to move her and cause her pain. I really don't mind this at all…I wonder if I can… Her thoughts trailed off, as she too began to fall asleep.

What she saw earlier and tried her best to help didn't spare her of any energy.

She fell asleep with Nethe on top of her…

XX

The following morning…

Hemiko had woken up In Chikane's arms, feeling safe next to her. Both of them were in their room. "Chikane, what happened?" She said, looking up at an awake and smiling, almost divine-like, Chikane. She was awake for a while, still curious of how they ended up here and who that stranger was. She shushed her precious sun, "We're home and safe, and that's all that matters." She said this with much care.

Himeko's eyes began to water. "Himeko, what's wrong?" Chikane asked, before Himeko wrapped her arms around Chikane and had her face buried in her neck. "I-I thought we were going to die." She wept. It hurt Chikane so to see Hemiko cry. Even though it was justified after the night they went through.

Chikane began to stroke the blond girl's long hair, trying her best to sooth her love. She knew she would always protect her precious sun, no matter the cost. Even if it meant to sacrifice herself to save Himeko, as she tried before.

"That lady, she…she…" Himeko cried more, only to be shushed by the blue haired girl's voice.

"What she did to us, was to make us fall asleep."

It took Himeko a while to calm down, and realized they still were in their school uniforms. For Chikane, whoever that stranger was, he knew well not to change them. Then they realized another thing, they were going to be late to school.

They hurriedly grabbed their things and went downstairs, only to meet Makoto Saotome in the main entrance hall. She had a face of fear and worry. Both Himeko and Chikane walked up to her. "Makoto, what are you doing here?" Himeko asked her friend and former roommate. She had the same look and expression. "The school…there was a murder at the academy."

Both Himeko and Chikane were shocked and speechless. Himeko covered her mouth with both of her hands. Chikane was frozen with fear. No, it can't be Nethe-san. Chikane thought with worry.

"W-who was murdered, Mako-chan?" Himeko asked.

Makoto Looked at the both of them surprised that they haven't watched the news or read the paper. "A girl by the name of Shizuko Kakuta, that's the victim's name." She said both Himeko and Chikane were relieved that Nethe wasn't dead, but murder is still terrible for anyone. "The ground keeper found a massive stain of blood on his way up the stairs outside of the school. He called the police and they scoured the area, searching for the person the blood belonged to. Then they found the girl, Shizuko Kakuta, lying face down in the soil of the gardens." Makoto shuddered. "They said it was graphic, so monstrous." Makoto looked down at her feet and the ground.

Himeko and Chikane looked at Makoto and at each other. Chikane was at a loss for words. "Do they know who did it?" Makoto looked back up to the couple. "They found something else that is so surreal…so unearthly." With that said, Himeko looked at Makoto. "What was it?"

Makoto saw the confused look on Himeko's face. "Something that should've belonged in a comic or a show; or something out of a demented person's mind." Makoto explained.

"What was it exactly?" Chikane asked with full curiosity.

Makoto began to explain. "It looked like a horse that had no fur, no skin, and its eyes, had a demonic feel to it. It didn't even look like a horse, to be exact. Its muscles and veins bulged with blood that burned the officers and animal control as they came near it." Makoto paused. "It even killed twenty people, five were officers and the rest were students."

Himeko gasped and Chikane couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Are you sure this is what happened?" Chikane asked as if she was told a horror story.

Makoto looked at Chikane as if she was being ignored. "I was there when that demon or whatever horse started attacking people. The beast ran off after it was shot ten times. They closed down the school while they search for the culprit and the owner of that horse." She said, still shaken up.

Himeko and Chikane looked daze to Makoto, unsure of what they were told.

Mako bowed. "Sorry if it was too much for you to take in." She began to walk away, before that, she turned back to the couple and handed them the newspaper. "If you need more info, read this." She walked off.

Himeko and Chikane knew what she said sounded strange, but she was disturbed of what she saw. While both Himeko and Chikane read the article of the murder and the eerie horse. It made them shudder with disgust, especially Chikane.

"Himeko, let us stop reading this and let's go take a bath." Chikane directed their attention from the gruesome story to something warm. They both walked into the bathroom.

Even though something vile runs amok, will remain running amok…

That's the end of the chapter. Please don't forget to review and favorite. Will write more soon.