Chapter 9

''hello''-normal talking

'hello'-thought

hello-special/important word

''hello''-rikuo/yoru talking in their mind or special talking

hello-the name of a technic/attack, mostly based on the yokai's ability

Just so you know, I DON'T own Nura mago, Uraboku or Naruto! They belong to their authors and them only!


Preview :'' So, does anyone need further explanation?'' Seeing that no one spoke, Rikuo allowed me to get the hell out of the meeting. Finally! But poor Rikuo... he still have to go trough a few more hours of discussion with all the generals, and I'm not counting the eating part. I probably should train a little at the training ground in the basement... hope that I wont shake the house too much.


BOOOOOOOMMM!

No one reacted.

KABOUM!

An obariyon(1) fell out of his/her chair, head first.

CRASH!

A random yokai ran out of the room, yelling insults all the way to his/her room.

CLONG!

The rest froze as if they were imprisoned in some kind of ice, though some of them would definitely prefer fire, considering their body made of flaming material.

BRRRRRR!

The ground began to shake as if a herd of elephants were let loose in the city. A collective thought ran through everyone's head : 'What the hell?!' At the same time, a certain red-eyed yokai slapped the palm of his hand on his forehead, having a little idea of who caused all the explosions and mostly certain about why.

BOOOOOUUUMM!

'...NEVER thought that she would turn out to be a pyromaniac... first, she's bipolar, and now THIS?! What will she do next? Jump me claiming me as her reincarnated lover or something like that?'

Then, the same yokai used kyoka suigetsu (鏡花水月 ; mirror flower, water moon) to slip out of the house without anyone noticing him. Then, he went in the basement, and looked at a door. It's only a simple wooden door, but he's sweating just by looking at it. At the other side of it is a place that he oftenly refers as 'the hellish paradise', but right now, it can very well lead him straight to hell if the sounds of explosions actually meant something. Soon enough, his perfect emotionless and cool face does not appear so cool anymore, judging by the tiny trail of sweat and the almost non-existant twitching of his eye. Nevertheless, he still put his hand on the handle of the door, but he's hesitating. Should he really go in and interrupt her 'training', knowing fully that his life is on the line?

CRASH!

...maybe it's not a good idea anymore.

' What are you waiting for?! Yuki will never kill us, or hurt us!'

'...Wait. Where did that come from? Aaargh! Why am I thinking about this right now?...Great, I'm talking to myself. How weird is that?'

Taking a deep breath, preparing himself for the coming events, he pulled on the handle, and... he ducked just in time to avoide a triangular knife that ingrained itself in the wall, missing his face by mere inches. He only had a fraction of second to get out of the way of the next pack of weapons, throwing himself at the ground, and his timing was really good judging the fact that all the little 'stars' were planted in the wall and the floor instead of his body.

'Ok...I really shouldn't have come in. You know what? All females are scary. Who would think that they will be turned into training dummy when they are only trying to protect their house from further damage?'

Unfortunately, he didn't have more time to gawk, since that he had to protect himself from being turned into a porcupine by a few dozen of needles. 'Ok, I'm oficially screwed. Father, Mother, I may go to that place sooner than expected...' Now, the young leader was frantically panicking, trying to refrain himself from crying anime-style if by any chance someone else may be watching. Not that he/she will look much better if he/she was put in his current position, being chased around and running for his dear life from a complete oblivious training-crazed half-demon woman. 'Who is she anyways? What is her relation with the voice in my head and why does she look so damn familiar? Surely I'd notice someone as powerful and beautiful as her?' he thought, completely missing the most important part : he has thought of her as 'beautiful'. Well, boys are made to be clueless about girls, not that they know it. And the few that aren't fully oblivious are still willing to give up a limb to understand what the womans in their life are thinking 24/7.

Unfortunately for him, he missed the blade coming in his direction. When he realised that he has to dodge, it was already too late, so he did the only thing a man in his right mind will do : he fainted. The black blade stopped an inch in front of his forehead, and it's wielder's face was showing confusion, then understanding, and finally panicking, nearly hyperventilating.

' Shit! I forgot that he's here! Did I hurt him?I should bring him to the medic...but what should I say if they ask me what happened? Argh! What should I do...'

Then, she decided to carry him-or rather drag him like a sack of potatoes-outside and think after. When she somehow ended up in the garden and saw that the sun is already down, the full moon shining brightly over her head, she almost thought that she was back home, in the secret garden where sakura trees bloom freely, with him beside her, whispering words full of love, care and promises in her ear, warming her with his presence and calming voice. Him, with his pale skin, medium length black hair that usually covers the left side of his face and his silver eyes that didn't seem to belong to this world. Him, with his small claw shaped earring on his left ear. Him, with his usual black coat which overflows to his feet and the black cross necklace she gave him.

Then, the simple and perfect dream became a nightmare.

Red. Red, like the thing that flows out of his uncalculable wounds. Crimson like the drops of warm liquid falling on the ground all around her. Scarlet like the air, the people, the moon, the world, and them. What is it? She doesn't know, and yet, in the deepest part of her heart, she knew. She can feel it. What was it called again? Oh yes, that's right.

She forgot.

But she still knows what it is by instinct.

Blood.

Death.

Loss.

War.

''...Naze(2)?...Lu...ka...''

She tried. She tried really hard to suppress the feeling in her heart. She tried to stop it from reaching the outside, she tried to forget it, to hide it in her. But she failed. A single tear escaped her defense. And she let it go, knowing that it will never erase her pain. Her regrets. Her sorrow. But what she didn't know is that someone saw her. And he had silver eyes.


(1):obariyon is a yokai that rides piggyback on a human victim and becomes unbearably heavy.

(2):naze means why.

Ouf! Finished another chapter! Sorry, I updated rather late. This one is a little dark and sad, but not too much. Please REVIEW!