Author's Note: I'm SOOOOOO sorry I keep on taking so long to update, you guys. It's just that, I don't get as much inspiration for THESE Redwall stories anymore. Plus, I KNOW I need to update Silver's Tale, but I can't think of much of a plotline to follow! PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

And HEY! I managed to add my (coughs) unattended characters of Nocturne's Sword! I'm happy…heh. The title barely has anything to do with the chapter. I just chose it for laughs.

Yuki, the Last Survivor

By: biacebaolck

"Why is he following us again?" Backlash asked angrily, jabbing a paw at Windbreeze. Emraan just ignored her and strode on ahead, leaving an unhappy Backlash with an equally unhappy and sulking Windbreeze.

"I could hear you, you know…"

"I should've called you an 'it', then," She glowered. "And then MAYBE you'd get the hint and LEAVE!"

"So you could murder my uncle? No thanks." Windbreeze glowered back. "Look here, bitch, I don't get what your problem is, but frankly, I don't really CARE what you guys think of me, and my mind is made up. I'm coming with you guys."

Backlash muttered something inaudible about the "bastards" of the world and the unfairness of it all and why the hell she had to deal with bisexuals like the 'it' and all that, before stomping off angrily. Windbreeze only glowered at her retreating back, before doing a small sprint to catch up with his uncle.

"Don't you even want to see my markings, uncle?"

"…" Emraan ignored him, striding further onward, his eyes shifting, still ever watching in case of an ambush of enemies. No Torquoi markings were going to distract him now.

"Uncle? C'mon! Auntie would've—"

"…" Emraan ignored him even more, a slight vein popping out from his head.

"Did that bump on your head appear just as soon as I said Auntie? Because—"

"…" A bigger one replaced the last one.

"AHA! I knew it!"

"SHUT UP, WINDBREEZE!" Emraan lost it. Windbreeze only smiled, pumping a triumphant fist in the air like he had just won the 1-million-dollar-a-day lottery, even though not even one beast here in this world ever heard of a million dollar a day lottery, and hadn't even KNOWN what a lottery WAS, not to mention the fact that money was not used and that the currency was gold, or trading.

"FINALLY!" He cheered. Emraan just stared at him. "What? This is the first time you've called me by my name and not 'bisexual'."

"Well, LISTEN, bisexual." Emraan ground out. "I don't know this AUNTIE of yours, and I will not stand the fact that you claim that you are my nephew. I have absolutely NO MEMORY of an annoying brat like you, so I believe that settles it. You are NOT related to me in any way and whatever you are claiming is just a figment of your imagination."

As you can imagine, Windbreeze was not happy.

"Can't you guys just LOOK past that first impression? Jeez! I was just so happy to see you uncle! Aunt Moon would've—"

As soon as Windbreeze had spoken the 'M' word, Emraan stopped cold in his tracks and whirled around, paws clasped tightly on the youth's shoulders. "Moon?!"

"Y-yeah!" Windbreeze winced at the strength his uncle was using. "Aunt Moon! Uh…she and uh…mom…uhm…ah…" He winced again, this time, his brain worriedly thinking. Of course, you would be too. How would you, after several years, tell somebeast you barely know…that somebeast close to THEM died? Ah…hem…

Not a very easy thing for sure.

"…go on…" Both jumped. Backlash watched them from the side, arms folded. "Keep on talking, 'it'. This sounds pretty interesting, especially if it's with the old man."

"I have a name, young one!"

Suddenly, Emraan's angered statement reminded Backlash so much of home with Aunt Rhia and Uncle Emrys that it sounded more like, to her mind's ears...

"I have a name, young 'un!"

She missed home badly.

"Backlash? Backlash?" Windbreeze waved in front of her face. She didn't answer. "Huh…" He looked up and then around at their surroundings. " 'Tis already night. Whys not we make camp here, eh?"

"Hrm…" Emraan inspected their surroundings with a more experienced eye than Windbreeze's badly self-taught one. "Not bad, but we might find something better further on."

"Yes, bu-ut…" Windbreeze wagged a paw. "You KNOW that if we travel further, before we know it, it'll be dawn and then we won't get time to rest!"

"Yes, but I don't like this." Emraan ground out, grabbed Windbreeze's tunic collar, pinning him painfully to one of the many birch-trees surrounding them. "Listen here and listen well." His voice was lower and scratchier, revealing the fact that he was, though he would never openly admit it, getting old. "The shelter of the trees isn't good enough cover and we're in open area so we're easy and sitting ducks for them vermin."

"Yeah? So wha—"

His mouth was clamped shut by Emraan's other firm, yet scarred old paw.

"Use your brain, kid." Emraan let him drop. "Backlash'll take first watch, I'll take second and you third. Keep an eye out for vermin once it's your turn. You hear that, girl?" Backlash didn't answer and Emraan sighed, muttering a heavy, "Stupid girl", before heading over and muttering something into Backlash's ear that made her snap to ready and nod sharply.

Both came back and Backlash started a fire while Emraan looked through their satchels for anything edible. Windbreeze offered to help, but Backlash and Emraan learned better when he blew up half of their rations in one go on trying to make soup. Blew up as in burn up.

By the time it was time to eat, Emraan sensed that in a few hours, dawn would come up. To punish the young "scamp" for making them stay up so late, Backlash made him go on watch duty for until the two hares woke up.

"We're lucky if the vermin didn't see us with that explosion you made, IDIOT!" She had hissed in his face before giving him exactly 5 wounds in various places he would care not to share.

Now, Windbreeze sat on a single smooth slab of rock that seemed to burrow deep under the ground. His legs cross-legged, he watched the sleeping Emraan and Backlash. The old hare leaned against a birch-tree, and his arms were folded across his chest, his breathing light. Windbreeze suspected that Emraan could wake up if he even HEARD or smelt even a WHIF of vermin in the air.

Backlash, however, was sleeping on her side with her back to him, using her satchel as a pillow and her sword-in-scabbard clutched in her paws. With her fits of coughing every now and then and the jerking of her body, especially her shoulders, Windbreeze could entertain the thought and believe she was awake, ready to kill him if he didn't look as alert as he did throughout his watch.

As the sun peeked over the mountains in the distance and some streaks of yellow gold light hit his hazel fur, his silver eyes squinting against the brightness. He slowly got out of his sitting position, his bones cracking and groaning at the unfairness of having to sit so still.

Windbreeze was not known for staying in one place too long, yet the thought of Backlash beating him up yet again did not appeal to him very much.

As he stretched, his arms above his head, he breathed in the morning air, stretching up as far as he could go, like he could use the stretching to pull himself into the sky, with his legs dangling underneath him.

A whistling alerted him, and he quickly tilted his head to the left a bit, and his right ear successfully avoided get sliced to ribbon by an angry howling wind. He kept on dodging, even dodging while his eyes were closed, and his mouth drawn into a thin line.

When the attacks finally ceased, Windbreeze opened his silver eyes, glaring. "You're angry because I haven't been training with you? Want to do it now?"

A slash of air came right at his nose, but he made no move to stop it, his gaze fearless and unwavering, leaving the wind to stop right in front of his face, before turning into a gentle crooning breeze.

"Okay, let's go." Windbreeze hopped off the rock. "I can't leave these two, so we'll train around, just a little a ways from here, okay?" He had barely finished speaking before the breeze brushed against his whole body in a caring, happy way. "Okay, NOW, you're getting a little too affectionate, old friend." He scolded, but there was a grin on his face either way.

There was no denying it.

Windbreeze liked to feel loved and needed.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Windbreeze shouted right into Backlash's ear before jumping over to Emraan and doing the same thing. "Wake UP, uncle! Wake up, you two! Wake up! C'mon! We gotta get going if we're ever going to meet that Yuki dude!" He was punched by Backlash and Emraan and ended up colliding his back with the sturdy rock. With a whimper, he placed a paw on his back, slowly getting up, but a pained smile on his face. "At least…you guys…" He gasped. "Are up."

He would've fell to the ground face-first had Emraan not caught him by the collar of his tunic. "You shouldn't be this weak if you're going to come with us, Windbreeze." Emraan growled, before letting the boy go and continued walking.

Backlash poked the boy until Windbreeze turned to look at her. A smirk was on her face. "Weakling." She said, before leaping over his body to follow Emraan, eyes set forward, paw gripped on the scabbard strap, shouldering and given the hilt a slight tap to make sure it was still there.

Windbreeze just rolled over, the wind caressing his fur and playing with it as he stared at the shelter the treetops made. Mouth opening slightly before closing, he swallowed and got up. Silver eyes stared at the heavens, yet the heavens did not give answer.

With a sigh of disbelief, he ran a paw through his fur, before turning to run and catch up with the two departing hares.

"No one likes to be alone." Windbreeze said to himself. "Keep walking, at least you have legs to take you there. Why am I here? I am here because I created here, a purpose. Go away. No one wants you here. You are not needed. You are just a nuisance. You are—"

"PLEASE, stop talking to yourself." Backlash twitched, her blade flat against his neck, preventing him from walking forward and resulting him in choking before falling backwards. "IT'S creeping me out, bi."

"What's a 'bi'?"

"Short for bisexual." Emraan commented, hitting Windbreeze from the back of his head. Affected hare sat crouched, paws on the back of his head, his mouth having given a little squeak of pain at the contact. "Come on, brats. The trip would normally take me just a few days, but with company, about 5 or 6."

"We've already traveled the length of 4 days." Windbreeze looked up, fully healed. Backlash twitched, before whapping him over the head with the sword blade. It hurt. A lot. Well, for Windbreeze, at least.

"THANK YOU for stating the obvious, idiot."

"You're welcome." Windbreeze grinned yet again, cheekily dodging Backlash's next few blows, before Emraan punched him.

"This is no time for games!"

"You're one to talk, old man."

"…"

"Hahahaha! She got you there, uncle—"

"No speaking unless spoken to."

"Amen."

"I didn't know you were religious, Backlash!"

WHACK

"Was I TALKING to you?!"

"Yeah."

"…heh…"

"Shut up, old man! And YOU!"

"Yeah?"

"Just keep your mouth shut.

"Why?"

"What do you mean, 'WHY'?"

"I mean why."

"Why? Or Y?"

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"I meant the letter and the word, old man."

"Oh, pardon ME for my mistakes in hearing. Those two just seem to sound the same to me. No problem for 'old men' like me, eh? We get blamed for EVERYTHING, from hearing problems to stupidity."

"…men are stupid."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING STUPID?!"

"YOU! I'M CALLING YOU STUPID, YOU STUPID BI!"

"…this is why…I never really understood why Yuki wanted a mate…"

The 5th day. The fire had been extinguished, and the three hares lay on their backs, staring at the sky. Or at least the little sky that peered through the treetops. With a paw behind his head, Windbreeze extended his other, as though trying to reach for the sky.

"I can't reach it…" he murmured to himself as he drowsed off. "I can't reach…" He fell asleep, leaving Backlash unwantingly wondering what the hare had been talking about. Emraan, who couldn't care less, was on watch duty, his gaze piercing every tree as the half-moon offered light for him.

It seemed like a few minutes before Backlash was shook awake for her watch. And during it, she couldn't help but stare at Windbreeze's face. It was calm, but she couldn't help but feel intrigued as his face changed from stoic to grit, held back anger. She crouched at his side, her body casting a shadow on him, as she stared curiously.

Then, when she realized it was way past her watch time, she got annoyed and stood up, angrily kicking down on Windbreeze. "GET UP! GET UP!" She kicked him.

Windbreeze obviously woke up in a hurry. "Hey! Hey! OW! OW! WHAT did I do…?" Backlash had already lain down in 'her spot'. "Women…" He scratched his head, annoyed, before sighing. "C'mon…help me on watch, will you?"

Backlash heard that last sentence before traveling to the shores of sleep.

Awaking to the sun's rays on her face, Backlash immediately shielded it, before sitting up. Noticing that Windbreeze was not where he had been the night before, she stood up and looked around for any telltale signs of his whereabouts. Emraan snored into his satchel, making her roll her eyes.

She heard a whooshing of winds, and turned her head to the side, where she could hear sounds of either very fast movements or the slicing winds themselves. Curious, Backlash followed her hearing and peeked around the corner, breathing in sharply.

Instead of his usual, carefree and 'stupid' façade, Windbreeze was moving like the wind itself, ducking and weaving like she wouldn't have thought possible. His eyes were narrowed, and he was serious as he blocked some invisible opponent, never staying in the same place for long.

And then, for some reason, Windbreeze was struck in his lower side, and his eye widened as he clutched the side, rolling to a front shoulder roll before attempting a sweep kick, but was blown backwards. He did a flip in mid-air, before landing, almost at a 45 degree angle, his footpaws, never stopping. As soon as he touched the ground, his footpaws gripped onto the dirt and flung the body forward.

Windbreeze did a series of jabs and punches, his silver eyes never losing their gaze and glare of intensity. And it was clear to Backlash that Windbreeze was fighting…something she couldn't see. What couldn't she see?

She pondered this, but turned her back on the training behind her, gaze forward, but curiousity still there. Her mind was whirling with questions, but for now, she knew, she might have to wait. All she could do was learn how to use the blade even more.

'Nocturne's sword has been damn annoying…' She thought angrily. 'I dunno if it'll let me us it. It's all…AGAINST whatever I try to do with it… What has it got, a streak of life in it? Damn stupid ancestor of mine HAD to own a sword like this…'

((For reference to the characters, of if you just want to know them once again who they are, check out the Nocturne's Sword chapter!))

Meanwhile, the 'damn stupid ancestor' was playing cards in the spirit realm. "I bet—HACHOO!" Nocturne sneezed.

"GOD, COVER YOUR NOSE!" Madeline shrieked, using her card hand as a shield.

"DAMN, WOMAN, SHUT UP!" Nocturne yelled back.

"Nocturne, no yelling." Wolf said sternly, playing down a card on the pile. "Last card." Nocturne took one look at the card in the pile, groaned, and drew 6 cards.

"Hey! Whatcha guys playing?" Sarah asked.

"Crazy eights."

"Can I play too?"

"CERTAINLY NOT, YOUNG LADY!"

"STOP YELLING!" Nocturne yelled, playing a queen of spades. "Okay…um…queen of spades is worth…erm…oh, yeah, um…no…wait…"

"5." Wolf said calmly. "Queen of spades is worth 5, plus 6 is 11. Draw, Madeline."

"MFFFF!!!!!!" Madeline was currently gagged by a cheeky looking Scar, who 'CONVIENTLY' took over her cards.

In a small matter of time with Sarah excitedly watching and hovering over the players' cards and freaking them out, Scar calmly was down to his last two cards. He played one and in unison, before he could say anything, "CRAZY EIGHTS!" Wolf and Nocturne yelled at the same time.

"Last—Aw, I hate you two." Scar grumbled, picking up eight cards. Father and son – I mean, daughter, grinned at each other. "Okay, those wolfy smiles are freaking me out. Cut it out, please?" Nocturne grinned even wider at him. "Seriously, stop it…or else… Okay, don't say I didn't warn you… SHORTY!"

Something in Nocturne snapped and she tackled Scar to the side where the two began wrestling, Sarah having seen Hake and the two hares watching the two able (yet dead) Ragnarok warriors wrestle, cheering for the one who was their gender.

"MEF: LDJSF:OIDSFJFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOWEREWLRJK: LEWRJ: ELK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Madeline was shrieking.

"Calm down, Madeline, you're going to kill me again, even though we both know that is physically impossible and even spiritually impossible, as I am still dead and that all I'm going to be is—" Wolf ungagged Madeline who let out a shriek of fury.

"SCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR, PREPARE TO DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

She leapt onto the two already fighting hares and the fight just got worse. Sarah bit her tongue as Hake commented, "Are you going to change your vote on your mom?"

"Nope! Nocturne all the way!"

"I'm betting Madeline wins, paws down." Wolf gave a cheeky smirk, all ties to the ruined card game forgotten.

"You wanna bet?" Hake grinned.

"Isn't betting bad?"

"It's not as worse as gambling," Hake explained to Sarah. "Gambling, you can't get enough of, but betting is—"

"Why the heck do I have a feeling the author wants me to say something that relates to the stupid plot?" Wolf wondered aloud.

"Why do I have the heck feeling that I'm going to die in 24 hours?" Hake wondered.

"That's your stereo for you. You ALWAYS watch that 'Die in 24 hours' show." Sarah said disapprovingly.

"What are you NOW?!" Hake rolled his eyes. "My mother?!"

"Why do I have this feeling I want to speak about Yuki?!"

"Yuki?" Hake cheered up. "You mean that old guy that started the Ragnarok and Torquoi war?"

"The one who's still alive yet who's aging inside faster and faster?!" Sarah asked.

"Yup." Wolf nodded. "He's the last survivor of his clan, mainly because he stole all of his clan's life energy for his evil plans."

"You make this sound stereotypical…" Sarah sighed.

"Hrm… Backlash is Nocturne's descendant, am I right?"

"Yeah." Sarah nodded. "Why?"

"How can she be Nocturne's descendant if Nocturne committed suicide?" Wolf asked. He got hit by lots of anvils that conveniently dropped down from a spiritual heaven construction truck. Also, once the poor hare was spiritually hit and covered and buried in the heavy anvils, a sign floated down.

" 'Here is your reward for revealing something the author managed to get away with.' " Hake read aloud.

"Do you think Silver's Tale will be updated?" Sarah wondered, randomly speaking.

"I dunno. Let's check. He-ey! Cool! They have a computer…with Internet! Sweet!" Within seconds, Hake had hacked into the supercomputer and was surfing happily on the net, on which he checked the story.

"Hrm…booooo…" Sarah frowned, as she looked at the most recent chapter. "That chapter's been on for so long!"

Suddenly, a sign fell to the ground more violently than the one before it. " 'Please help me, God.' " Hake read aloud. "Geez," He scratched his head, logging out of the supercomputer and conveniently saved a Mafia boss from eternal damnation in Hell's Gate and from the notice of God's supercomputer's users including St. Peter himself.

"Hey, isn't St. Peter from the CHRISTIAN belief?!"

"It's more known to the author than any other heaven greeter." Hake shrugged.

"heeeeeelllllp….meeeee…" The especially weak voice of Wolf floated out from the pile of anvils. "pleeeeaaaasssseee…"

"Those three are still fighting." Hake commented, watching the fight pursue.

"I bet on Nocturne!"

"Scar's my man!"

"And if mom wins, then we kick her butt!"

"I like the way you think, Sarah!"

"Thanks!"

Poor Wolf was forgotten under the huge pile of anvils. Will he ever be saved?

Author's Note: Shoot! So close! I got 11 pages…and NOT 15 like I was hoping…ah well…

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PLEASE HELP ME WITH THE SILVER'S TALE!!!!!!!!