Standard Disclaimer: No, unfortunately I do not own Clamp or anything created by them, or any of the anime mentioned in this fic, except for the hollow mysterious voice. This is written for entertainment and boredom purposes only. ^_~
"WhO aRe YoU?" echoed throughout the deserted castle, a hollow boom like that of a huge drum. Darkness swallowed everything, yet the vague outline of a small person was visible kneeling in the center of the court. "WhY hAvE yOu CoMe HeRe?"
"I have returned...to kill you, Kaiyanwang!" the cry came, ringing out like shattered glass, the voice broken and shrill. The figure rose to both feet and held out its hand, bursting out with light and revealing a person who was seemingly a young girl, golden-eyed with pointed ears and black hair. From her hand came forth a sword, as clear as glass; she grasped its golden gem-studded hilt and swung it out in an arc of defiance. "You shall never triumph! You will never be resurrected, and Benares will never again come to your aid--I will kill him myself!"
She raised her sword high above her head in both hands, flames forming a circle around her and slowly cycling, drawing toward the crystalline sword and filling it with light. It became apparent that she was standing on top of a forecourt bearing the impression of a six-armed figure, though more details than that were vague due to the flickering, ruddy light.
"SHURATO--AID ME NOW! HITEN MITSURUGI RYUU--"
"WhAt ArE yOu DoInG?" the hollow voice demanded, interrupting the girl; she looked rather offended at being interrupted in the middle of her speech. Disgruntled, she lowered her sword and glanced around the darkened forecourt now lit by flames. She dispersed them with a wave of her hand and once again the dark claimed everything.
"I thought that...you know..." the girl muttered, clearly at a loss for words, her golden eyes blinking confusedly. "You're the cursed Sanjiyan, and I'm supposed to kill you because you killed...my father...and...um...I'm supposed to use the art of Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu against you that I learned in my childhood...?"
"YoU aRe A cHiLd," the voice snapped, decidedly irritated in tone. "Be SiLeNt AnD gEt AlOnG! dO wHaT yOu'Re SuPpOsEd To Be DoInG!"
"Gomen," the girl said sheepishly, absorbing the sword back into her hand and kneeling once again on the flagstones. "I'm just a little confused. I don't know why. And I don't even know what I'm talking about; for instance, I don't know what a Sanjiyan is...nani o sore...three-eyes?" Sudden clarity dawned on her. "TAISHAKUTEN! He's got three eyes--how DARE you--he--"
The ethereal voice sighed. "No, ThAt'S nOt It, BuT...nEvErMiNd. JuSt...JuSt PrEpArE yOuRsElF."
The girl hesitated, then nodded obediently. "Hai," she murmured, bowing her head. "I do hope that this will all be explained later though."
"I wOuLd'Nt HoLd My BrEaTh If I wErE yOu," the voice advised, as the court began to glow a silvery-white, as though painted with moonbeams. The six-armed being, carved into the living rock and overlaid with flagstones to add further definition, began to glow as well--a fiery, golden yellow that melted into the silver luminescence and overcame it. Tendrils of light wrapped themselves around the girl until she was no longer visible.
And as one, light and girl, vanished.
"AnD nOw It BeGiNs," the voice whispered, sounding...resigned.
