March 3, 2003
Hope's Blade
By Vanilla
Edited by Crash
Author's Notes:
Hey minna-san, really sorry for the delay. Been having a few personal problems and am starting a new trimester. My mother's boss had surgery and isn't doing as well as planned, so I won't be writing as often as many of you like. Anyway... I hope everyone liked the last chapter, and I'm sorry again for the delay. Please enjoy. Oh and, remember, not everything is as it seems in my fic. ^_^
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything that has to do with CCS, CC, or the like. This is, however, my fic. Any resemblance to another fic is purely accident.
Reviews:
Sry everyone, FanFiction.Net isn't working properly for some reason for me, so I'll just put everyone's thank you's on the next chapter. Oh, and thanks to all my future readers, provided I have some. ^_^ Please enjoy! Btw, I'm experiencing major problems with the FanFiction.Net site right now. I've been trying to get it to look right when it uploads, and that's why I've been taking such a long time, but when I preview it, it looks all bunched together. I'm really sry if that's the case, but I can't help it. I've been trying to upload it since March, lol. Well, I figured those of u who are still with this story like it enough u won't care how it looks, so here it is.
Hope's Blade
Chapter 10
'Deadly Confessions'
Everything that had been planned for the past year, every fiber of Yamato's body, every breath he took had led him to this one point in his life. Looking around him, he saw most of the Rebels leading what seemed to be normal lives in their protective apartments and he grew jealous. No protection of any kind was offered to him. Or Takeru.
Looking over at the young man, he realized he had almost forgotten what trials Takeru had already been through. He had forgotten that the innocent- seeming young lad had already experienced war and what it does to people.
Sighing, Yamato turned away from his friend and walked to the meeting room. He mustn't let things distract him like that. After all, these poor peasant folk depend on him and his young colleague to obtain freedom from the evil monarchy dictators.
'I need to be planning for war, not reminiscing about the past of an ally. This war's coming up fast and we're not prepared.'
Yamato had no idea exactly how fast the war was approaching.
***************
Grasshoppers chirped, filling the night air with their familiar music. Hikari sighed sadly and bent over to touch the green grass with her fingers. The grass felt so smooth and lively.
'Totally unlike me,' she thought. 'My life is indeed not smooth, and happiness is sifting through my fingers like sand. How am I ever to live with knowing that my own fiancée killed my mother? Father will never believe me. He and Daisuke are inseparable. I am merely a way to reach the crown to Daisuke. Merely a way to win a kingdom.'
Losing herself in her anger, she clenched her fist around a small tuft of grass and uprooted it. She sat in silence for what seemed like hours, staring at the green grass she had just killed.
"I'm sorry, grass. I didn't mean to...I did not mean to take your life away," she said, standing slowly, her gown flowing out behind her in the refreshing wind. "Now I realize what I must do."
The tuft of grass slowly fluttered out of the Princess's hand as and tumbled softly in the wind. Hikari turned away and began running as fast as her legs would carry her to the castle entrance. There were things to be done.
***************
Takeru lay awake in his uncomfortable cot in one of the Rebel apartment's available rooms. He hadn't bothered to try sleeping tonight, he knew it would be impossible. Tonight promised to be filled with anything except sleep. He had managed to pluck up the courage to return to the Kamiya Castle tonight to see his love, the Princess Hikari one last time before the war started.
Rolling over on the undersized cot he decided that if there ever was a time, now was it.
Now, getting out of a cot was no mean feat, but somehow Takeru managed to make it look easy as he rolled off of his and began to dress for his rendezvous with the Princess, praying the whole time that he wouldn't be caught.
Slipping out his one-roomed apartment door, he quietly slipped his shoes on and eased the creaky main door open and set off into the night.
'Wow, the stars are bright tonight,' he mused, keeping this thought to himself in the slight chance that there would be someone about at this time of night. 'Maybe that's a good sign.. Maybe not.'
Before he realized it, he had come up to the gates of the grand castle, which was bathed in torch-light in case any intruders came by. ' I can't go in this way, it would be suicide,' he thought, surprised at himself for not having noticed where he was going.
Sneaking off the the back part of the castle and climbing the side gates and staying in the shadows, he crept around to the courtyard. To his surprise, someone had already beaten him to it.
***************
Hikari jumped at the sound of a crackling twig and whirled around to find a certain handsome blonde staring at her wide eyed.
"Good eve', Princess. I didn't, uh, expect to see you here," Yamato said, bowing to the happy young woman.
The Princess giggled and offered a hand to her love, "Oh, I'm so glad you came to see me. I've been meaning to tell you something for quite some time, Takeru," she said, gazing into his cerulean blue eyes.
"Me too... Princess, I really need to tell you something that I have been wrestling with for a long time..." Takeru took a deep breath and went on. "Hikari-I mean Princess... I can't help myself. I think about you constantly, and I just wanted to say this one thing before we end up at war... I think I love you Princess."
Hikari's heart skipped a beat as he said those words. The words she's longed to hear from him since the first day they met. Only then did the extent of his words impact her. War? They were planning war? Her grin subsided and tears began. War.
Takeru patiently wiped her crystaline tears from her rosey cheeks and instantly he knew what was troubling her. That fact that he was to go to war soon. Was she afraid for him, or her fiance and father?
Hikari broke the confusing silence with a whimper. "Takeru, I don't want you to go to war. You could die!"
He smiled grimly. "I know. But it's my civic duty to protect those who need it as a soldier..." Takeru stopped before he went any farther, remembering that this was a different country.
Sighing, he shook his head, messing up his already messy blonde hair. "I'm sorry Princess, I forgot. It has been so long since I've been home..." Home. The word seemed strange to him. It felt as if he was at home.
Hikari sighed and quelled her tears. "Takeru, I want you to know that I love you too."
Takeru smiled and was about to lean in to kiss his lady love when he saw a foreign gleam in her eye. His own eyes growing wide, he straightened and whirled around, coming face to face with none other than Daisuke, Hikari's evil fiance.
Somehow Takeru managed to draw his sword in time to prevent a slash to his neck, which would have surely killed him. Stepping back to give himself enough room to defend himself, he pushed Hikari off to the side. Taking up a defensive stance, he squared off with Daisuke, each circling each other like alpha males vying for dominance.
Ignoring Hikari's scream in the backround, Takeru grunted and waited for the attack. It came. Daisuke leapt at Takeru, his sword posed to pierce his chest. Takeru jumped expertly out of the way and slashed down, creating a long, thin red line down Daisuke's arm. Daisuke growled and attacked again, only to have the same thing happen to his other arm.
Having had enough of Takeru's impertinence, Daisuke attacked once more, hoping to bring the Rebel army down with it's leader. But alas, it wasn't to be. Takeru danced out of the way and this time Daisuke had wised up to Takeru's plan and jumped away before the sword could cut him again.
'My turn,' Takeru thought, taking an offensive stance, trying to think of last second strategies. 'Stay calm and don't listen to his jeers,' the young soldier thought as he stood.
Then Takeru attacked, whirling around and knocking the sword out of the Daisuke's hands, leaving Daisuke's guard down just enough to add a roundhouse kick for effect.
Before he could even process the pain in his jaw, Daisuke received another kick, to his stomach this time, causing the dark-haired tyrant to double over in pain.
Just as Takeru seemed to be winning, Daisuke motioned for his guards to come in and finish what he could not. Takeru frowned and prepared to stand his ground. Until he remembered Hikari was there.
Risking a look back at his beloved, he saw the fear in her eyes. She feared for his life. Making a fast judgement, Takeru decided that petty grudges weren't worth dying for unless the grudgee was involved.
Jumping back into the shadows, Takeru made his escape, but not before whispering one more line to his princess, "I promise I'll come back. I promise..."
And with that, Takeru bounded up a tree, unnoticed by all with the exception of Hikari, and watched sadly as Daisuke, with the help of his guards, grabbed the Princess and dragged her inside screaming.
One small tear trickled down Takeru's cheek as he leapt down the tree, fully aware of what would happen to Hikari.
"I'm so sorry, my Princess," he whispered to the air. "I have left you in the hands of death itself."
And with that, Takeru ran off into the night, the wind sweeping his spirit along a path that he had never expected to take. Destiny was calling.
Author's Notes:
Hi everyone, I hope you liked the lastest addition to Hope's Blade. Anyway, I am very proud of this chapter, it only took me a few hours to write, but I was so busy I just never got around to it. I'm sry to all of you who've been waiting for a long time for this. Anyway, plz review! Ja ne!
Hope's Blade
By Vanilla
Edited by Crash
Author's Notes:
Hey minna-san, really sorry for the delay. Been having a few personal problems and am starting a new trimester. My mother's boss had surgery and isn't doing as well as planned, so I won't be writing as often as many of you like. Anyway... I hope everyone liked the last chapter, and I'm sorry again for the delay. Please enjoy. Oh and, remember, not everything is as it seems in my fic. ^_^
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything that has to do with CCS, CC, or the like. This is, however, my fic. Any resemblance to another fic is purely accident.
Reviews:
Sry everyone, FanFiction.Net isn't working properly for some reason for me, so I'll just put everyone's thank you's on the next chapter. Oh, and thanks to all my future readers, provided I have some. ^_^ Please enjoy! Btw, I'm experiencing major problems with the FanFiction.Net site right now. I've been trying to get it to look right when it uploads, and that's why I've been taking such a long time, but when I preview it, it looks all bunched together. I'm really sry if that's the case, but I can't help it. I've been trying to upload it since March, lol. Well, I figured those of u who are still with this story like it enough u won't care how it looks, so here it is.
Hope's Blade
Chapter 10
'Deadly Confessions'
Everything that had been planned for the past year, every fiber of Yamato's body, every breath he took had led him to this one point in his life. Looking around him, he saw most of the Rebels leading what seemed to be normal lives in their protective apartments and he grew jealous. No protection of any kind was offered to him. Or Takeru.
Looking over at the young man, he realized he had almost forgotten what trials Takeru had already been through. He had forgotten that the innocent- seeming young lad had already experienced war and what it does to people.
Sighing, Yamato turned away from his friend and walked to the meeting room. He mustn't let things distract him like that. After all, these poor peasant folk depend on him and his young colleague to obtain freedom from the evil monarchy dictators.
'I need to be planning for war, not reminiscing about the past of an ally. This war's coming up fast and we're not prepared.'
Yamato had no idea exactly how fast the war was approaching.
***************
Grasshoppers chirped, filling the night air with their familiar music. Hikari sighed sadly and bent over to touch the green grass with her fingers. The grass felt so smooth and lively.
'Totally unlike me,' she thought. 'My life is indeed not smooth, and happiness is sifting through my fingers like sand. How am I ever to live with knowing that my own fiancée killed my mother? Father will never believe me. He and Daisuke are inseparable. I am merely a way to reach the crown to Daisuke. Merely a way to win a kingdom.'
Losing herself in her anger, she clenched her fist around a small tuft of grass and uprooted it. She sat in silence for what seemed like hours, staring at the green grass she had just killed.
"I'm sorry, grass. I didn't mean to...I did not mean to take your life away," she said, standing slowly, her gown flowing out behind her in the refreshing wind. "Now I realize what I must do."
The tuft of grass slowly fluttered out of the Princess's hand as and tumbled softly in the wind. Hikari turned away and began running as fast as her legs would carry her to the castle entrance. There were things to be done.
***************
Takeru lay awake in his uncomfortable cot in one of the Rebel apartment's available rooms. He hadn't bothered to try sleeping tonight, he knew it would be impossible. Tonight promised to be filled with anything except sleep. He had managed to pluck up the courage to return to the Kamiya Castle tonight to see his love, the Princess Hikari one last time before the war started.
Rolling over on the undersized cot he decided that if there ever was a time, now was it.
Now, getting out of a cot was no mean feat, but somehow Takeru managed to make it look easy as he rolled off of his and began to dress for his rendezvous with the Princess, praying the whole time that he wouldn't be caught.
Slipping out his one-roomed apartment door, he quietly slipped his shoes on and eased the creaky main door open and set off into the night.
'Wow, the stars are bright tonight,' he mused, keeping this thought to himself in the slight chance that there would be someone about at this time of night. 'Maybe that's a good sign.. Maybe not.'
Before he realized it, he had come up to the gates of the grand castle, which was bathed in torch-light in case any intruders came by. ' I can't go in this way, it would be suicide,' he thought, surprised at himself for not having noticed where he was going.
Sneaking off the the back part of the castle and climbing the side gates and staying in the shadows, he crept around to the courtyard. To his surprise, someone had already beaten him to it.
***************
Hikari jumped at the sound of a crackling twig and whirled around to find a certain handsome blonde staring at her wide eyed.
"Good eve', Princess. I didn't, uh, expect to see you here," Yamato said, bowing to the happy young woman.
The Princess giggled and offered a hand to her love, "Oh, I'm so glad you came to see me. I've been meaning to tell you something for quite some time, Takeru," she said, gazing into his cerulean blue eyes.
"Me too... Princess, I really need to tell you something that I have been wrestling with for a long time..." Takeru took a deep breath and went on. "Hikari-I mean Princess... I can't help myself. I think about you constantly, and I just wanted to say this one thing before we end up at war... I think I love you Princess."
Hikari's heart skipped a beat as he said those words. The words she's longed to hear from him since the first day they met. Only then did the extent of his words impact her. War? They were planning war? Her grin subsided and tears began. War.
Takeru patiently wiped her crystaline tears from her rosey cheeks and instantly he knew what was troubling her. That fact that he was to go to war soon. Was she afraid for him, or her fiance and father?
Hikari broke the confusing silence with a whimper. "Takeru, I don't want you to go to war. You could die!"
He smiled grimly. "I know. But it's my civic duty to protect those who need it as a soldier..." Takeru stopped before he went any farther, remembering that this was a different country.
Sighing, he shook his head, messing up his already messy blonde hair. "I'm sorry Princess, I forgot. It has been so long since I've been home..." Home. The word seemed strange to him. It felt as if he was at home.
Hikari sighed and quelled her tears. "Takeru, I want you to know that I love you too."
Takeru smiled and was about to lean in to kiss his lady love when he saw a foreign gleam in her eye. His own eyes growing wide, he straightened and whirled around, coming face to face with none other than Daisuke, Hikari's evil fiance.
Somehow Takeru managed to draw his sword in time to prevent a slash to his neck, which would have surely killed him. Stepping back to give himself enough room to defend himself, he pushed Hikari off to the side. Taking up a defensive stance, he squared off with Daisuke, each circling each other like alpha males vying for dominance.
Ignoring Hikari's scream in the backround, Takeru grunted and waited for the attack. It came. Daisuke leapt at Takeru, his sword posed to pierce his chest. Takeru jumped expertly out of the way and slashed down, creating a long, thin red line down Daisuke's arm. Daisuke growled and attacked again, only to have the same thing happen to his other arm.
Having had enough of Takeru's impertinence, Daisuke attacked once more, hoping to bring the Rebel army down with it's leader. But alas, it wasn't to be. Takeru danced out of the way and this time Daisuke had wised up to Takeru's plan and jumped away before the sword could cut him again.
'My turn,' Takeru thought, taking an offensive stance, trying to think of last second strategies. 'Stay calm and don't listen to his jeers,' the young soldier thought as he stood.
Then Takeru attacked, whirling around and knocking the sword out of the Daisuke's hands, leaving Daisuke's guard down just enough to add a roundhouse kick for effect.
Before he could even process the pain in his jaw, Daisuke received another kick, to his stomach this time, causing the dark-haired tyrant to double over in pain.
Just as Takeru seemed to be winning, Daisuke motioned for his guards to come in and finish what he could not. Takeru frowned and prepared to stand his ground. Until he remembered Hikari was there.
Risking a look back at his beloved, he saw the fear in her eyes. She feared for his life. Making a fast judgement, Takeru decided that petty grudges weren't worth dying for unless the grudgee was involved.
Jumping back into the shadows, Takeru made his escape, but not before whispering one more line to his princess, "I promise I'll come back. I promise..."
And with that, Takeru bounded up a tree, unnoticed by all with the exception of Hikari, and watched sadly as Daisuke, with the help of his guards, grabbed the Princess and dragged her inside screaming.
One small tear trickled down Takeru's cheek as he leapt down the tree, fully aware of what would happen to Hikari.
"I'm so sorry, my Princess," he whispered to the air. "I have left you in the hands of death itself."
And with that, Takeru ran off into the night, the wind sweeping his spirit along a path that he had never expected to take. Destiny was calling.
Author's Notes:
Hi everyone, I hope you liked the lastest addition to Hope's Blade. Anyway, I am very proud of this chapter, it only took me a few hours to write, but I was so busy I just never got around to it. I'm sry to all of you who've been waiting for a long time for this. Anyway, plz review! Ja ne!