Here's chapter two, many thanks to all that read and
reviewed my story.
Oh, and one quick note anything that is in between these:
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just means that the character is thinking.
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Mitsukake-
We wake up on sand, Chichiri and I.
Odd; I thought we had checked into an inn the night before.
"Chichiri, are you all right?"
"I think so." He responds rubbing
the back of his head. "I just feel a little-"
"Hold still Chichiri, let me heal you."
Chiriko-
It says this so bluntly, as if
discussing weather patterns.
//Intelligence, what sort of power
is that? What help to Miaka can you ever be?//
As it speaks, the small black characters that still flutter by my ears begin to multiply. I recognize the character for laughter, followed closely by the character for fool as it floats drunkenly by.
//Helpless helpless helpless// my mind repeats in the same dull tone.
"No." I cry out swatting at it. The characters for fear and pity soon join it.
"No." I shout again struggling to remove them from my face. "NO NO NO.."
Tasuki-
"Chiriko there's nothing there stop!"
This is going to be a shitty night.
Mitsukake-
I raise my hand up to scratch Tama's ears, only to remember that the little cat stayed behind to look out for Miaka.
Tasuki-
//What if he dies.//
"He's not going to die."
//You sure? He looks a little green to me.//
"Go the hell away."
//But what if he dies?//
"I won't let him die, he's just a kid."
//Nuriko was barely 18 and he-//
"Shut up."
//He's going to die.//
"Shut up!"
//You'll never find Mitsukake, he and Chichiri might already be dead.//
"I won't let him die, get the hell away from me!"
//You don't even know what really happened to Siarou.//
"I said leave."
//You do realize that you're talking to yourself? You must be sicker than you thought//
Chichiri-
We're closer. We haven't stopped this entire night except for small rests, and even then we could barely sit five minutes without fidgeting. I wish I could teleport the both of us there, but without a clear destination in my head the spell could backfire and throw us anywhere.
But there's something else, poking
and whispering at me from the back of my mind. Someone else is here with us,
closer than Tasuki and Chiriko, but too far away for me to get a definite fix
on their life force. It flashes up for only a moment, and then it's gone.
"Is something wrong Chichiri?" Mitsukake asks the third time I stop suddenly and twist around, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever I had felt.
"Yes. I think there may be someone following us no da."
"Seiryuu?" he asks
"I'm not sure, every time I get a hold on it's ki it disappears no da."
Mitsukake nods, and follows my gaze
as I survey the desert.
"The sun is setting," He comments.
"Then we're going to have to be very careful tonight," I respond.
Tasuki-
Stupid desert, cold one minute hot then next. Why can't it make up its damn mind?
The sun went down a few hours ago, and I've never been so happy for a fire before. Chiriko keeps waking up, then falling back asleep. He's been mumbling a lot, but hasn't tried to scratch his eyes out again or anything like that.
The top of the dune will be a good
place to start, I guess.
I start to search, bending down,
and digging in some spots, just aimlessly moving around. When did moving become
such a problem?
I'm half way down the dune when I see a long shadow with odd hair, kneeling down beside our fire. Chichiri?
"Good evening Suzaku. Are you feeling better after your time in the sun?"
"Who are you?"
"But I see that your companion is
not feeling as well as you.
"Seriyu." I hiss. "Well if you think you're gunna scare me with a clam, then you're even stupider then that blond haired idiot you call a leader."
The freak's eyes narrow as he stands, and the feathers on top of the headdress begin to sway.
"Aww I'm sorry, did I hit a nerve?" I scoff. I hope I look more intimidating than I feel.
"As much as I would enjoy watching you and the boy die slowly." The freak says rubbing the clam slightly. "There are limits to even my powers, and I have a rather important meeting with your Miko to attend."
Then he began to split.
I've got no weapon, I feel like a
cart just ran over my body and this painted freak has just multiplied himself
into a dozen more painted freaks.
Tamahome better never find out about this.
