Ok this next part is just a fill in so you don't get confused on the next chapter. Only a couple of times will I stick my head in cause it's fun to. HEHEHE. Oh and so sorry for the long wait I had a very busy schedule the past month. You understand…maybe? Anyways I've finally been able to draw Bankotsu and Kyuna together…except that Kyuna looks different than in the drawing. I'm thinking about drawing a different picture of them. Then I'll draw Eihi. I was also thinking about drawing the painting that Kyuna painted but I would like a vote first. So if you want me to draw it I will and if you don't then I won't. Please say in your review your thoughts and comments about the drawing I did and if you would like me to draw the painting also what other art you liked in my gallery. I have improved dramatically since I last drew Bankotsu and Kyuna together. Just click on my user name and you'll go to my page and then you can see more of my artwork.

Drawing of Bankotsu and Kyuna:

pandagirl9232./art/Two-Lovers-80894306

Chapter 2 part 4

"My lord she found the painting and is in the dungeon."

"Well get her out before she finds him and her memory jogs back. I've done too much to end up empty handed."

"Yes my lord right away."

I will have her no matter what. I didn't sell my soul for nothing.

(Okay going back to the scene I left off from)

The man on the right side of the painting was looking up at the girl with blissfulness. She was crying emerald colored flowers. The man on the left had fury in his eyes that glaring at the other man.

He looked up and saw her. "Kyuna GO!! Run before they catch you."

"How do you know my name? Who are you? Wait…you look familiar." Kyuna froze again and everything came back to her.

There was the pitter-patter of footsteps coming their way. Quickly and quietly she ran for Bankotsu. She wrapped her arms around him and locked her lips with his. It felt real not like the other on that was stolen. The footsteps were almost upon them. Bankotsu started to cry. He then grabbed her by the wrists with the cold rusted chains straining and twirled her around. Lifting a hidden knife to her throat and holding her in place. (If that was me with a knife to my throat I wouldn't move either. Good choice in staying still Kyuna.) A man with a newly sharpened sword and a group of other men stood in the small doorway. They slowly advanced but in doing so Bankotsu pushed the knife tighter on her throat. "I'm sorry I have to do this to you." Bankotsu whispered into her ear.

"Don't move any further or I'll slit her throat." Bankotsu yelled while watching the men like a hawk.

The men stopped and lowered their weapons. Bankotsu had a smile creep across his face with pleasure and satisfaction. Then with inhumanly strength ripped the chains out of the wall. He then punched his way through the dungeon while holding Kyuna unconscious. Bankotsu ran for days without stop. He finally stopped in a tall grassy plain.

When she awoke it was night and she saw Bankotsu looking up at the stars. She scampered to him but tripped on the way over. Kyuna was caught by Bankotsu and he swept her over to his side. She instinctively rested her head on him and looked at the stars above. (And they lived happily ever after…NOT!! Did you really think I would end it there? I hate it when authors do that happily ever after stuff because then its just plain boring sssooo…. I'm not going to stop it here. Mwahaha!!)

A few years had past and Bankotsu and Kyuna traveled the countryside together. Both of them never aged, and for some abnormal reason Banryu's remains were pieced back together like the love that Kyuna and Bankotsu had. Destroyed and then revived. Along the way they found an arctic wolf pup. It had grown over the years as well and protected them in tight situations. Kyuna's belly had gotten rounder. (I can feel the baby kicking (puts ear to Kyuna's belly to hear anything but then gets kicked in the face) the baby doesn't like me )

It was the night they had met all those years ago and the moon was basking in its fullness. Instead of exchanging gifts like they used to they now exchanged a single kiss.

Both were looking at the clear night sky when they heard a rustle in the bushes. They drew their weapons and stood back-to-back looking around listening closely. Everything thing was motionless and silent. Until a scream irrupted.

A scream of loss. A scream of fear. A scream of sadness. A scream of anger. A scream of pain. A dieing scream. A crying scream. A word. That one word. I wonder Why?