To Love
"Zakuro!" Kisshu yells.
All around him is utter silence. The wolf led him around in circles, squares, rectangles and who really knows what else. Then, at this intersection, it decided to just up and vanish. There are no scrapes, or sliding cables. There isn't even a crackling open wire to break the eerie, hollow silence. Just Kisshu, on his own. Looking around, there isn't anything he recognises. It seems that he was just hallucinating. He decides to keep walking onwards, in hope of coming across something he knows.
"I'm sorry," Cerienylia whispers, head in her hands. "I've gotten us all hopelessly lost! We're doomed. I've doomed us all!"
The wolven-like creatures around her look slightly awkward and not too sure what to do. Then, one of them turns and falls into a low crouch, growling and snarling at where they came from. Then, a door to the side slides open, and someone walks out. Cerienylia jumps to her feet and lifts her stick/spear is front of her in defence. Her allies lean forward, snarling viciously.
"Who goes there?" she calls out.
"A phantom, for now," the voice replies.
One of them snarls loudly, and she nods. "He's right. Show yourself!"
"As you wish,"
Miyu steps out into the dimly lit corridor. Her hands are clasped firmly behind her back, but she reveals her best untrustworthy smile. She's so pleased to have riled them up so much already. She hasn't even begun carrying out her true plan for their untimely meeting. Her eyes settle on Cerienylia, and her smile fades. Usually she loves a nervous, skittish victim because they run and scream and panic, but she's so different.
"What do you want?" Cerienylia whispers, her voice small and nerve wracked.
"Why, I just wanted to see who I was up against. My uncle can be a bit demanding, so I take free time when I can," Miyu replies, smiling sweetly. Too sweetly.
Then suddenly, out of seemingly nowhere, a grey wolf leaps forward. It lands just in front of Miyu and drops into an immediate crouch to snarl. Miyu's eyes widen slightly. She recognises those eyes. The look in the wolves eyes are just the very same as Zakuro's when she came to confront Miyu the night before…
"So, this is where you've been hiding," Zakuro comments.
"What the?" Miyu gasps. "How are you here? I thought you were dead, everyone thinks you're dead! What have you gotten yourself into? It's that Kisshu; isn't it? He's brainwashing you, I just know it! I-"
"Miyu, you only wish I were dead," Zakuro states. "Don't lie to me. You've been mitigating these efforts from the background all along. The people of the forest are so weak because of what you've done, and you plan to annihilate the Cyniclons."
"Alright," Miyu frowns. "Correct Zakuro, dear, so what are you going to do?"
"I can't help Miyu… Kisshu will defeat you, that I know and swear," Zakuro smiles. "You should retreat."
Full of rage, Miyu activates the blade attached by metal armlets and slashes at the wolf. Only at the last possible moment, the wolf pulls back enough to be spared its wrath. Then, seeing an opening, it lurches forward and bites Miyu's shoulder before running away. Pushing Cerienylia back in the process. Her back hits a bump in the wall and she falls back into a tunnel. Her creatures' race after her, but it shuts before Miyu can follow.
"I swear you'll pay," Miyu growls.
"That wolf just dragged me back to this intersection," Kisshu groans. "I think I was finally getting somewhere too."
He turns to his right, but a pack of snarling feral creatures are ready to pounce. The wolf is nowhere in sight, so he goes down the left hand route. The one with the most damage done to it. He doesn't want to chance being re-directed by teleporting, so he clambers up and over the three collapsed ceilings. Some parts of the wall came down with it too. There's a lot of debris cluttered about. Some parts are completely blockaded off by the almost fully collapsed fourth ceiling.
Then, in the distance, he sees a large, grand door. The blood in his veins turn to ice and each breath is filled with frosty particles. He remembers that room. He could hardly forget. Especially because of what happened after that, and what he's determined to fight for. That was you, Zakuro, wasn't it? You wanted me to find you again…
A newer determination washes over him and he pushes himself forwards faster and faster. His desperation is almost palpable. The metal crumbles around him, but he doesn't notice the near danger.
Author's Note: I think this is over a week, and if it is WHY WASN'T I TOLD! If not, then sorry about that. Hee hee, happy reading everyone!
Some bad guys just don't want to lie down and disappear, ne?