Chapter 2~! WoOO~ take notice that I DID revise the other chapter… I was
lying in bed and iw as leik Omg~!! *light bulb~!* eheh~ so I made MINOR
changes~! KOURIN is the one whos not related to Nuriko~! ^^;
I really wish for more reviews~! hehe~ they really encourage me*^^*
If not… then… hmpH*~ no more hottie nuri for you~!! --;
Well~! On with it~! and if you have any suggestions~~~ tell me~!*^^*
Enjoy~!
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~Promise~
Chapter Two
"Dammit!" a violet-headed girl screeched as her long hair fell to the floor for the seventh time that day, tangled with the various hair ornaments. Her fiery crystal eyes stared menacingly back at her reflection.
"Stupid girl." She spat and went to comb her hair once more. "Gods, I wish I can just cut this whole lot off!"
"Lady Kourin, might I add that his highness prefers women with long hair." A deep voice stated ominously.
The fourteen-year-old girl whirled to glare at the tall man before her. Her withering gaze had no effect and with a little more staring, she turned around facing the mirror once more.
"Drakan, you shouldn't come into a lady's chamber without her notice. I could have been indecent!" her eyes flashed with resentment toward the man behind her.
"Would that really be so bad, little Kourin?" the man smirked at her, his gaze traveling over her body.
Although she was only fourteen, Kourin had filled out rather nicely and she knew what these kinds of men were like. Blushing furiously, Kourin sniffed and said, "Leave now please,"
"As you wish, my lady," the Drakan gave one last lingering look at the little beauty before he quietly left.
"What a disgusting man!" she screeched, balling her hands into fists. She inwardly shivered, thinking that he was very much like her old "father".
Kourin shuddered but soon her thoughts were filled with nothing but her wonderful Aniki.
"Nuriko…" she whispered the name with a dreamy sigh. "When are you going to rescue me?" a silent tear fell to her lips.
It had been four years since she had left behind the only thing that had ever mattered to her. Her fingers gingerly traced the amethyst beads that lay around her neck. She had never taken them off, not even bathing and was often teased by the other ladies of the Inner Seraglio. That was where she was sent off to; to be trained properly and possibly be a candidate for the emperor. At the thought she gave a slight scoff.
"Me? Marry the emperor of Konan? Gods save me," shaking her head, Kourin went to work on her tangled hair once more.
"Kourin! Where are we going?" her partner-in-crime whispered trying to catch up to the other girl.
"Miaka, hush. This is our day off! We are gonna go out and have some fun!" Kourin grinned at her best friend, stopping shortly to let her catch up.
"Right! But…" Miaka hesitated looking around her.
"What?"
"Well…" Kourin moved closer to hear the other girl's response. A hushed silence filled the air.
"We missed out on breakfast!!!!!!" Miaka started wailing as Kourin desperately tried to cover the girl's mouth.
"Oh my Gods, MIAKA!" Kourin yelled looking up at the sky in frustration. As she tried to hush the auburn haired girl, men started yelling.
"You there! You're not allowed to go out!" the Konan soldiers bellowed, running towards the two girls.
"Now you've done it," Kourin glared at her best friend and grabbed her hand running as fast as they can.
"Remind me why I don't just kill you right here and now." Kourin whispered harshly, closing her eyes.
"Because I'm your best friend and you love me to death?" Miaka whispered back. Kourin just groaned.
"Come on, I think we lost them," the two beauties tiptoed quietly out from behind the green bush. The palace walls hovered above them.
"We have to climb the walls," Kourin said looking at the height. "I'll give you a push half way and you can grab the top ok?" Miaka just nodded and gulped.
After several failed attempts, the clumsy sidekick had finally reached the top and was falling over to the other side.
"Kourin!!!" her voice screeched. Kourin cringed scratching her ears. "My butt!!!!!!"
Shaking her head, Kourin grabbed the loose end of the wall and pulled herself up with a grace and strength that surprised even her. She clutched the middle stone until her knuckles grew white.
"Almost there," clenching her teeth, she pulled herself up to the top.
"I made it!" she gave a triumphant "hmph" and just as she was about to gracefully land near her friend, her foot slipped, and her dress got caught on the edge of the fence. Tearing right through the silk fabrics, the sharp edge dug into her delicate skin and she fell to the floor with a cry.
"Kourin!" Miaka huddled next to her friend.
A little more than dizzy, the violet haired girl tried to lift herself. Ouch. The unfamiliar scent of blood filled her nostrils as she looked at her leg and groaned.
"I'm becoming too much like you Miaka."
The two girls were making their way through the town, Kourin's accidental incident forgotten as they beamed at the fabrics and food.
"Look at this!" Kourin cried, looking at the familiar beads.
"OoO! Aren't those the one that you always wear?" Miaka asked, munching on a sweet bun.
"Yes! How…" a wandering thought flitted through her heart. Nuri…? He wouldn't… as she pondered through the possibility; a rough hand pushed her aside.
"Listen, old man, these beads aren't yours. So I'm just gonna be taking them back." A handsome, blue-haired, young man snatched the beads from the table and wandered through the crowd. The merchant stuttered, all the while turning various shades of purple. Kourin walked a little way from him, Miaka behind her.
"Did you see that boy???????? Oh Gods!! He was soooooooooooooo cute!" Miaka drooled a little more, her eyes twinkling stars.
Kourin's frown deepened.
"Come on, we have to go explore some more and try to find that boy before the sun goes down!" Miaka grabbed her friend's hand, running down the street.
"Did you get it?" an unworldly, beautiful boy asked, his fiery violet eyes wide and anxious.
"Yeah, yeah… good thing too. Two bEaUUtifuLl ladies were practically drooling over it. Although that one purple haired girl looked…"
Nuriko didn't listen to the ramblings of his good friend Tamahome. Relief surged through him as he clutched the clear, blue beads. Kourin… I almost lost the last link to you…
"…and then I was going to mug this old lady and-"
"Tamahome!"
"What?"
"BE QUIET!" the two men started yelling remarks to the other until Nuriko suddenly stopped altogether.
"Kourin…?" he whispered in awe. A girl, no more than fourteen years, walked among the streets with grace and beauty. Her hair was tied in one long braid, its violet silk glittering from the sun.
"It can't be…"
"Oh, that's the girl who was looking at the necklace," Tamahome put in, not aware of his friend's change of state.
Nuriko stared in shock. For the last three years, he had been looking for her. The one and only light that shimmered in his dark heart. And here she was, walking and unaware of his silent eyes watching her. After the death of his father, Nuriko had walked out of the door, leaving everything behind but his precious beads. Traveling with Tamahome, a money digger and good friend, he searched everywhere for his beautiful little sister.
"Kour-" he was cut off as a look of utter fear crossed his features. A wild horse was trampling through the streets, and Kourin stood there in shock.
"KOURIN!!!!!"
Shortly after the incident with the blue haired boy, Kourin was ruthlessly dragged by the vicious bubble of Miaka. As she slowed to a walk, not paying any attention to what her friend was saying, she felt eyes on her. She felt a soft breeze play with her hair and she closed her eyes as it caressed her face, her lips…
In the middle of the street, she felt eyes travel over her face and body, taking her all in. As she opened her eyes to turn to the one who stared so intently, she stilled in horror as a dark beast came rushing towards her. Closer it came… closer…
Kourin closed her eyes, the screams of the people around her oblivious to her ears. She awaited that moment where blood would stain the street as it pooled around her. Aniki… why won't you save me…
Something incredibly warm pushed her to the side, its form moving beneath her to break her fall. She heard a "oomph" and a slightly familiar groan. She gasped slightly at the pain, and she bit her lip from crying out. Kourin's body ached and the cut on her leg had reopened, blood forming a pool. She stayed silent, being held by strong arms…
I don't want to open my eyes.
She waited and waited, leaning against the firm chest beneath her. Kourin rested her cheek against it, and sighed. Listening to the beat of the person's heart, she slowly opened her eyes and rosy violet ones met hers. With a gasp and a cry of joy she felt crystalline tears make swooning trails down her cheek.
"Aniki…!" her heart swelled and tears fell onto the handsome boy's face.
"My beautiful, little Kourin…" Nuriko whispered bringing a hand up to stroke the girl's milky cheek.
Kourin could hardly contain herself. Unaware of the steadily growing crowd, she hugged the young man beneath her with all her might. Sobbing tears of joy she kissed his cheek, his forehead, his nose, his whole face. Nuriko just relished the moment.
When Kourin was about to say more, she gasped her eyes wide with pain. They rolled into the back of her head as she cried out, her scream echoing among the streets. Radiating a blinding red light, her limp body was lifted into the air.
"Kourin!!!!" Nuriko cried. He wasn't going to lose her once more, whatever this thing was. He stood up and reached into the air, his clothes billowing as a blood, red symbol radiated from his chest. Grabbing onto her small form, Nuriko's strength pumped through his veins and he pulled her down to him. The red light slowly receded as she fell softly into his arms.
Nuriko stood in the middle of the street, tears falling to his lips as he stood clutching at a limp body.
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awwww….~~ I know parts were cheesy and *melodramatic* but it's jus toOo~ kute… ::sigh::~ anwyayz *shes not dead* !!!!!!! so dun kill me^^;;
funny eh? Miaka's in this story~! But shes jus a regular konan citizen^^
tama boy~~ ^^;
anwyaz ~ I hope u liked it~!!! plz review!!! Or it could be the last chapter!!!!!! ::snifffffffffffffffffffffffff::::::::::::::::* and itll be all ur faulT~! ^^:;;
well anwyayz
review~! Bbaiiiii~*^^*
I really wish for more reviews~! hehe~ they really encourage me*^^*
If not… then… hmpH*~ no more hottie nuri for you~!! --;
Well~! On with it~! and if you have any suggestions~~~ tell me~!*^^*
Enjoy~!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Promise~
Chapter Two
"Dammit!" a violet-headed girl screeched as her long hair fell to the floor for the seventh time that day, tangled with the various hair ornaments. Her fiery crystal eyes stared menacingly back at her reflection.
"Stupid girl." She spat and went to comb her hair once more. "Gods, I wish I can just cut this whole lot off!"
"Lady Kourin, might I add that his highness prefers women with long hair." A deep voice stated ominously.
The fourteen-year-old girl whirled to glare at the tall man before her. Her withering gaze had no effect and with a little more staring, she turned around facing the mirror once more.
"Drakan, you shouldn't come into a lady's chamber without her notice. I could have been indecent!" her eyes flashed with resentment toward the man behind her.
"Would that really be so bad, little Kourin?" the man smirked at her, his gaze traveling over her body.
Although she was only fourteen, Kourin had filled out rather nicely and she knew what these kinds of men were like. Blushing furiously, Kourin sniffed and said, "Leave now please,"
"As you wish, my lady," the Drakan gave one last lingering look at the little beauty before he quietly left.
"What a disgusting man!" she screeched, balling her hands into fists. She inwardly shivered, thinking that he was very much like her old "father".
Kourin shuddered but soon her thoughts were filled with nothing but her wonderful Aniki.
"Nuriko…" she whispered the name with a dreamy sigh. "When are you going to rescue me?" a silent tear fell to her lips.
It had been four years since she had left behind the only thing that had ever mattered to her. Her fingers gingerly traced the amethyst beads that lay around her neck. She had never taken them off, not even bathing and was often teased by the other ladies of the Inner Seraglio. That was where she was sent off to; to be trained properly and possibly be a candidate for the emperor. At the thought she gave a slight scoff.
"Me? Marry the emperor of Konan? Gods save me," shaking her head, Kourin went to work on her tangled hair once more.
"Kourin! Where are we going?" her partner-in-crime whispered trying to catch up to the other girl.
"Miaka, hush. This is our day off! We are gonna go out and have some fun!" Kourin grinned at her best friend, stopping shortly to let her catch up.
"Right! But…" Miaka hesitated looking around her.
"What?"
"Well…" Kourin moved closer to hear the other girl's response. A hushed silence filled the air.
"We missed out on breakfast!!!!!!" Miaka started wailing as Kourin desperately tried to cover the girl's mouth.
"Oh my Gods, MIAKA!" Kourin yelled looking up at the sky in frustration. As she tried to hush the auburn haired girl, men started yelling.
"You there! You're not allowed to go out!" the Konan soldiers bellowed, running towards the two girls.
"Now you've done it," Kourin glared at her best friend and grabbed her hand running as fast as they can.
"Remind me why I don't just kill you right here and now." Kourin whispered harshly, closing her eyes.
"Because I'm your best friend and you love me to death?" Miaka whispered back. Kourin just groaned.
"Come on, I think we lost them," the two beauties tiptoed quietly out from behind the green bush. The palace walls hovered above them.
"We have to climb the walls," Kourin said looking at the height. "I'll give you a push half way and you can grab the top ok?" Miaka just nodded and gulped.
After several failed attempts, the clumsy sidekick had finally reached the top and was falling over to the other side.
"Kourin!!!" her voice screeched. Kourin cringed scratching her ears. "My butt!!!!!!"
Shaking her head, Kourin grabbed the loose end of the wall and pulled herself up with a grace and strength that surprised even her. She clutched the middle stone until her knuckles grew white.
"Almost there," clenching her teeth, she pulled herself up to the top.
"I made it!" she gave a triumphant "hmph" and just as she was about to gracefully land near her friend, her foot slipped, and her dress got caught on the edge of the fence. Tearing right through the silk fabrics, the sharp edge dug into her delicate skin and she fell to the floor with a cry.
"Kourin!" Miaka huddled next to her friend.
A little more than dizzy, the violet haired girl tried to lift herself. Ouch. The unfamiliar scent of blood filled her nostrils as she looked at her leg and groaned.
"I'm becoming too much like you Miaka."
The two girls were making their way through the town, Kourin's accidental incident forgotten as they beamed at the fabrics and food.
"Look at this!" Kourin cried, looking at the familiar beads.
"OoO! Aren't those the one that you always wear?" Miaka asked, munching on a sweet bun.
"Yes! How…" a wandering thought flitted through her heart. Nuri…? He wouldn't… as she pondered through the possibility; a rough hand pushed her aside.
"Listen, old man, these beads aren't yours. So I'm just gonna be taking them back." A handsome, blue-haired, young man snatched the beads from the table and wandered through the crowd. The merchant stuttered, all the while turning various shades of purple. Kourin walked a little way from him, Miaka behind her.
"Did you see that boy???????? Oh Gods!! He was soooooooooooooo cute!" Miaka drooled a little more, her eyes twinkling stars.
Kourin's frown deepened.
"Come on, we have to go explore some more and try to find that boy before the sun goes down!" Miaka grabbed her friend's hand, running down the street.
"Did you get it?" an unworldly, beautiful boy asked, his fiery violet eyes wide and anxious.
"Yeah, yeah… good thing too. Two bEaUUtifuLl ladies were practically drooling over it. Although that one purple haired girl looked…"
Nuriko didn't listen to the ramblings of his good friend Tamahome. Relief surged through him as he clutched the clear, blue beads. Kourin… I almost lost the last link to you…
"…and then I was going to mug this old lady and-"
"Tamahome!"
"What?"
"BE QUIET!" the two men started yelling remarks to the other until Nuriko suddenly stopped altogether.
"Kourin…?" he whispered in awe. A girl, no more than fourteen years, walked among the streets with grace and beauty. Her hair was tied in one long braid, its violet silk glittering from the sun.
"It can't be…"
"Oh, that's the girl who was looking at the necklace," Tamahome put in, not aware of his friend's change of state.
Nuriko stared in shock. For the last three years, he had been looking for her. The one and only light that shimmered in his dark heart. And here she was, walking and unaware of his silent eyes watching her. After the death of his father, Nuriko had walked out of the door, leaving everything behind but his precious beads. Traveling with Tamahome, a money digger and good friend, he searched everywhere for his beautiful little sister.
"Kour-" he was cut off as a look of utter fear crossed his features. A wild horse was trampling through the streets, and Kourin stood there in shock.
"KOURIN!!!!!"
Shortly after the incident with the blue haired boy, Kourin was ruthlessly dragged by the vicious bubble of Miaka. As she slowed to a walk, not paying any attention to what her friend was saying, she felt eyes on her. She felt a soft breeze play with her hair and she closed her eyes as it caressed her face, her lips…
In the middle of the street, she felt eyes travel over her face and body, taking her all in. As she opened her eyes to turn to the one who stared so intently, she stilled in horror as a dark beast came rushing towards her. Closer it came… closer…
Kourin closed her eyes, the screams of the people around her oblivious to her ears. She awaited that moment where blood would stain the street as it pooled around her. Aniki… why won't you save me…
Something incredibly warm pushed her to the side, its form moving beneath her to break her fall. She heard a "oomph" and a slightly familiar groan. She gasped slightly at the pain, and she bit her lip from crying out. Kourin's body ached and the cut on her leg had reopened, blood forming a pool. She stayed silent, being held by strong arms…
I don't want to open my eyes.
She waited and waited, leaning against the firm chest beneath her. Kourin rested her cheek against it, and sighed. Listening to the beat of the person's heart, she slowly opened her eyes and rosy violet ones met hers. With a gasp and a cry of joy she felt crystalline tears make swooning trails down her cheek.
"Aniki…!" her heart swelled and tears fell onto the handsome boy's face.
"My beautiful, little Kourin…" Nuriko whispered bringing a hand up to stroke the girl's milky cheek.
Kourin could hardly contain herself. Unaware of the steadily growing crowd, she hugged the young man beneath her with all her might. Sobbing tears of joy she kissed his cheek, his forehead, his nose, his whole face. Nuriko just relished the moment.
When Kourin was about to say more, she gasped her eyes wide with pain. They rolled into the back of her head as she cried out, her scream echoing among the streets. Radiating a blinding red light, her limp body was lifted into the air.
"Kourin!!!!" Nuriko cried. He wasn't going to lose her once more, whatever this thing was. He stood up and reached into the air, his clothes billowing as a blood, red symbol radiated from his chest. Grabbing onto her small form, Nuriko's strength pumped through his veins and he pulled her down to him. The red light slowly receded as she fell softly into his arms.
Nuriko stood in the middle of the street, tears falling to his lips as he stood clutching at a limp body.
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awwww….~~ I know parts were cheesy and *melodramatic* but it's jus toOo~ kute… ::sigh::~ anwyayz *shes not dead* !!!!!!! so dun kill me^^;;
funny eh? Miaka's in this story~! But shes jus a regular konan citizen^^
tama boy~~ ^^;
anwyaz ~ I hope u liked it~!!! plz review!!! Or it could be the last chapter!!!!!! ::snifffffffffffffffffffffffff::::::::::::::::* and itll be all ur faulT~! ^^:;;
well anwyayz
review~! Bbaiiiii~*^^*