Warriors Never Cry
Chapter 4
By: Cessy Angel
"Why do you hurt...?"
"Because... because I love."
Slap! Misao's head was flung against the stone wall, hard. A groan escaped her mouth as she felt the blood flowing in her cheeks, tasted it in her troat as she gulped it down, soothing her dry mouth. Her eyes opened, noticing, for the first time she's been here, a light coming from the upper left part of the room.
"..."
Her gaze moved slowly towards the man standing in front of her. Kimweri. His eyes seemed so sad as he held his one hand in the other. Long blackish hair hung loosely over his shoulders, his tall figure was lightly muscled, yet the first thing Misao noticed of him was his cold green eyes, they pierced through her, made her feel almost helpless.
A glint of shimmering silver caught her eye, a katana. No, two. They were hid beneath a black and blue shirt, attached to black pants. He walked closer to her, his black boots tapping against the cold floor, of course, Misao didn't even touch the floor, so how could she know?
"You bastard, why are you doing this to me?" She hissed, as he was directly in front of her.
"..."
"Why!" She cringed as he looked at her, his words were low and without emotion.
"You want to know why?"
"Hai."
His breath made her cringe. "Because... I have no honor."
"Nani?" Misao looked at him intensely, his gaze let no emotion show. He reminds me of Aoshi-sama... Aoshi-sama... Her thoughts were quickly interrupted as Kimweri's head shot towards the stairwell, his pace retreating from Misao's hung body as Kanryu descended the stairs lazily.
It was the first time she had fully seen Kanryu, she just couldn't understand why such a man could have defeated the Oniwabanshuu members. Hannya, Beshimi, Shikijou, Hyotokotto... they all died in the hands of this man...
His eyes looked amused by what he saw, but menacing, he looked like someone who would explode any minute by any ruthless comment. Kanryu was spoiled, it showed too much to be denied, demanding everything to be done his was and in a small amount of time. Like before, she noticed that his left cheek and right cheek of his face weren't equal, this was probably because Kenshin Himura, since Kaoru told her what had happened. His white suit didn't fit in the gloomy room, yet so did Misao's once purple kimono.
Her head bowed against her kimono as Kanryu approached her. She could smell the sour odor of her own blood, dried on the kimono, which was now almost completely red. A groan came out of her mouth as he started to giggle to himself, proud of the girl's current condition.
"Well, looks like our little ninja isn't feeling so good today." His hands brushed against her cheek, gently, causing Misao to flinch. He wiped off a streak of dried blood on her left cheek, he then threw the glove at his guard, the other catching it in his left hand. "Shinomori does know how to get the beauties, doesn't he, Kimweri?"
Kimweri looked at Kanryu, then back at Misao. He nodded after several seconds of blankness. His eyes narrowed back on the chained girl, but he bowed his head when Kanryu raised his hand in the air.
"Now, Miss Makimachi, why hasn't your beloved Aoshi Shinomori come for you yet?" His index finger played on his chin, tapping it while he hummed. His hand settled near Misao's stomac, while his weight was placed on it soon after. "Maybe we should have taken someone else."
"Sir, Kanryu, have patience. Shinomori Aoshi is probably elaborating a plan as we speak. He'll come, one mustn't rush towards things." Kimweri placed and hand over his shoulder and bowed again.
"Don't you dare giving my advice!" Kanryu stopped, suddenly. I've learned my lesson, I won't make it again. Damn that Himura Kenshin and Shinomori Aoshi, I just want damn power. But with that ninja here, I'll have no worries. He got up and walked back up the stairs.
"You bastards! Why won't you leave Aoshi-sama alone?!" Misao's scream echoed through the room, same as Kanryu's head. Her body shook as she kept yelling at both of them. The shackles on her wrists began scrapping, and soon her arms were covered in streams of blood, but they didn't hurt as much as the tears that streamed down her cheeks.
"Why can't you understand that revenge doesn't solve anything! I'd rather die than have my Aoshi-sama hurt! You bastards! I hate you! I hate you! I hate y-..."
Kanryu's eyes flamed in anger, his voice spoke in a whisper while he continued walking up the stairs, his palms in fists. "Silent her."
"You can't keep me shut up forever! You goddamn...!" She felt a stabbing pain in her abdomen, a flow of dark red blood running down her kimono, on her legs, and onto the floor. Her strength left her in an instant, she began to blink wildly, her eyes and mind beginning to shut down for another period without being conscious. Kami-sama, don't let Aoshi-sama get hurt, please. Kami-sama... Aoshi-sama...
Author's notes: The story getting boring, ne? Come on, bear with me here! I'm trying to build up the characters. The next part will get more interesting, I promise!