Chapter 7
The bar was of the worst sort, it was the only one they had missed in their weeks of searching. No longer caring they went in together. Separating at the door. He to the bar, and for a change she to a table. The patron's eyes followed one or the other. The women following the lean, muscular male with his midnight hair softly brushing his waist. The men's following the woman, her silver hair in a tight tail high on the crown of her head, yet still it brushed the tops of her long legs. The band returned to the stage and began to play.
She sat and opened her mind, letting the emotions of those around her fill her. Wanton desire filled most of the souls but one caught her attention, his held not desire but violence. Focusing her mind she touched his, reaching back she heard the screams of a girl and felt the satisfaction of her hosts mind. She hated traveling the memories of these type of men, when Cain's whimper reached her ears. The signal. Keiko's attacker was here. She was almost positive this was the attacker, she pushed forward through his memories and fantasies. Until she found what she was looking for. Her cousin's beaten face looking up at her. No him, she reminded herself pulling from his mind. She sent her conformation to Cain. She watched as he left to prepare himself. It pained her to know that someone as gentle as Cain was going to have to kill this piece of ningen filth. Now she merely had to keep him in the bar. She allowed her mind to wander to the handsome red head from the other night. Youkai definitely no one but youkai or hanyou could do that particular kata correctly, and he had done it correctly. A soft smile crossed her lips and just as quickly disappeared. She could not forget her mate, the father of her children.
The ningen filth came and sat at her table. Her silver-green eyes met his brown eyes, as a silver eyebrow raised in perfect imitation of her father.
"Yurushite kudasai Hime." His heavily accented Japanese offended her, not to mention his stench.
"Why should I?" She asked in her unaccented English.
"Oh, damn, your American?"
She debated lying or telling the truth, well most of the truth anyway. Another wayward smile crossed her face as she thought of his reaction to her true identity or better her true age. "No, I'm not American. My father insist on perfection in all things." That wasn't far from the truth, he did expect perfection. He leaned towards her and she was unable to keep the disgust from her face. Her hand waved beneath her nose to clear the air.
"Do I offend you princess?"
She stared at him, funny he should give her that title. Rising she made sure he was watching her. She moved towards the door slowly. She touched the surface of his mind and found him intrigued by her hair. To her relief he followed. Into the night she walked and turned into the alley next to the bar, making sure he saw the action. She waited for him, her back to him, for now she held Desu and the transformation was complete.
"So you understand Japanese?" She asked not turning.
"A little." His voice indicated his confusion at the question.
"Let's see how much you do understand. What is ryoushi?" She asked turning, the light was poor enough that he couldn't see her well, but she could see him perfectly.
"Hunter?"
"Very good. And what about ejiki?" She watched his eyes narrow. While he puzzled it out she built the barrier slowly, making it soundproof as well as hiding the inhabitants from prying eyes. He obviously didn't know he hadn't answered "Prey. What about aduchi? No? Vengeance."
"What about Tenmou, ningen kuzu?" Cain's voice growled echoing in the now magically sealed alleyway.
"Heaven's Vengeance, human shit." Leena translated effortlessly. As one the hanyou's dropped their barely held illusions continuing the vocabulary lesson.
"Youkai"
"Demon"
"Hanyou"
"Half Demon"
"The girl you raped and beat, three weeks ago at Tokyo University, the one with silver white hair and golden eyes. She is my cousin. His sister. My kind extract a high price for such dishonor. We the Inu-Youkai pack of the western lands, require heaven's vengeance for such. Your life is forfeit."
Cain stepped forward, she saw the red his eyes had become and like his father faint stripes were beginning to appear on his cheeks.
"I didn't know... I was just paid by Yakuza to rape the girl, honest."
Cain stopped his advance. Leena forced her mind into his, past his current fear, past his attack of Keiko and found the truth of his words. He had been hired and now she knew the Yakuza by smell and sight. Pulling out of his mind, she moved away. "Cain, yours is the strongest claim. Extract tenmou."
Cain felt Tokijin at his side, begging for release from the prison of the scabbard, begging to be drenched in the blood of an enemy. Cain lightly patted the sword hilt promising it the final blow. He moved slowly, circling the ningen. 'Funny' he thought 'I don't see this offal as a person." With the speed born of natural ability and training his claws reached out shredding the mans clothing, his sensitive nose picked up the scent of the mans fear and blood. "Oops, went a little too deep there." The man screamed as he noticed the neat slice on his arm, the meat filet away exposing the bone. "Did she scream? My Imoutosan?"
"Little Sister" Leena translated again leaning against the wall.
"Did she beg you to stop?" His claws slashed again and a matching slice appeared on the mans other arm. He continued circling watching the mans every movement. "Did you laugh?" Once again his claws raked across the man shredding skin to the bone. "Did the Yakuza pay you well?" Another slash. Noticing that the man was nothing more than a huddled bloody mass, he pulled Tokijin and plunged it into the heart of the mass.
Yurushite kudasai Hime = Forgive me Princess
Sorry if this upset any readers but I wanted to do more, but there is no NC-17 raiting.