I'm
not sure that I rated the fic right. It HAS and WILL have some issues that are
really R rating material, not PG13 material, I don't know if it marits an R
rating… Oh well ^_^
AN:
oh ya, I'm a also a fan of Inuki so I hear you about not having any Inuki fan
fics or Inuki POV, of course he one of the main focuses of this fic!
Oh
ya, this fic is a BIG ROMANCE with a little bit of ANGST, SUSPENCE, and HORROR.
I just wanted to make it clear to people who read my fic and not say, "What the
hell is this stuff? Inuki dead? Yuzuriha having these suspense/horror
nightmares etc."
Well
enjoy ^_^
Chapter 3
The winds were harsh that night. They were like
sharp blades ripping through the air. They shrilled past the rigid roofs of the
Shrine, flowing over Mt. Mitsumine towards the top to Mitsumine Shrine. The air
was frigid, and had a crisp, cool air, which traced the outlines of the wind on
the pane of windows freezing its design on the windows of the shrine. Leaves
flew towards the sky as the wind circled around the shrine. The dark, night
clouds swirled in the air, almost touching the top of the leaves of the highest
trees, which inhabited the spiritual region. The leaves ripped and shredded in
the wind as they encircled towards the night sky where they would be sucked
into oblivion.
Their spiraling dances were traced with the signs of
the Inugami. Their curved bodies outlined the mass clouds and their howls were
the base of the howling of the wind. They were restless, they needed release,
release from being peaceful. They needed to rule the skies again, they need to
be destructive, and to feed there need for the hunt. They howled once again as
they moved towards the distance for prey, their hunt had started.
The Inugami Mistress watched. When she was younger
she used to watch them roam free in the middle of the night with Inuki. She was
forbidden to watch, it was too late in the night, but she still did it. She did
to feed her hunger. It was those times that she enjoyed being who she was. To
be in the middle of the secrecy of Mitsumine, but know it angered her. She
watched while clutching her fists as the Inugamis reached the skies. They were
her Inugamis, the shrine's Inugamis, but they were not Inuki.
Yuzuriha stiffened for a second and released her anger and frustrations
in a long sign. She hated to show anger. To let everyone know her thoughts. It
was none of their business to know of her loss. She clenched once again, and on
one swift, spontaneous motion, she started to run off the shrines roof, feeling
the rigid shelling of the shrine, feeling its course texture on the bottoms of
her feet. She was close to the edge, her anger building, her frustrations and
desires increasing. In one strong push, she jumped high in the air, following
the stream of leaves and Inugamis. Flying into their mist, their essence.
Reaching her necessary peak, she let gravity set in and let herself fall, with
her, her anger and frustrations. She landed on the soft moist ground with a
soft pat and let herself fall on her back, as her light soft skin contacted the
wet, greasy grass, all her rage, dissipated with the shower of droplets that
exploded as she landed on the freshly rained on grass.
Yuzuriha stayed on her back, letting the water
droplets seep through her shirt, going through the fibers of the fabric and
lapping over her sensitive skin. She was sick and tired of being weak, of being
un useful to her mission, to being fragile, to needing protection like the
other civilians. She was tired of being defeated. These nightmares were
angering her, letting her not getting any sleep, reminding her of her loss, of
her defeat, of Satsuki, the Chi no Ryu who destroyed her life or more properly
the life of Inuki with her cables. She hated to keep needing other people's
assistance, to being dependable.
***Crackle, crackle
She
opened the doors of the diet building
Crackle,
crackle
Only to be
met with a hundred cables coming after her
Yuzuriha wince at the memory, the nightmare that she had received on
her first night back home, back in Mitsumine shrine. She had walked out onto
the roof after the nightmare, too angry of her condition. She needed to be
angry; she was sick and tired of being pitiful and sad. She reached her slim
hand towards the night sky; feeling if she could reach further enough she could
reach the clouds, touch their cotton surface. The winds were still strong
blowing her damp hair over her face. She heard the wind howl with the inugamis,
the blades of grass scraping each other, the flowers humming their sweet song
in the wind. Nature was all around her offering protection, it reminded her of
someone.
*** All was silent. No sound escaped into the air. All, which was
heard, was the girl's uneven breath, its sound humming gently in the creamy
air.
Thud
Her eyes widened
Trickle
A tear inched tiredly across her cheek
Trickle, trickle
They tumble freely as realization hit her.
"INUKI!!!!!!!"
But it was too late, Inuki didn't hear her, he had hit the pavement,
she had heard the thud. The thud of his body smashing onto the ground.
Yuzuriha subtracted her arm from the sky. The memory of his death still
fresh in her mind. She turned her head so her cheek could touch the wet grass,
sending moisture up her face; she focused onto an individual blade of sweet
grass.
***The tears were slowly trekking across her face, tears which had
never surface since the day she realized that normal people couldn't see her
Inugami. Her sight was clouded with tears, as she cried in hysteria. She felt
nothing, no presence, nobody, she didn't feel Inuki. She cried her agony out
and let the whole world know of her pain.
Softly, like a gentle breeze a big rough hand
gently wiped her tears away.
Yuzuriha played that part
over an over, making herself feel the warm hand over her cheek. Who saved her?
Was it a Ten no Ryu? Kamui?
***She
could feel the warm embrace of a strong man over her shattered body.
Who was it?
*** He
kept his hand over her cheek to help wipe the tears away.
She wished it were him.
*** She
could feel his strong embrace.
But it was
impossible.
*** Is
cloth's fabric across her sensitive, injured skin.
Wasn't it?
*** She
couldn't see him clearly.
Deep down, she hoped.
*** Softly
as she was crying, she tightened her grip on the men, and rested her crying
face in his palm.
It was him,
***She,
giving one last serge of a cry of agony, she fated in pain and utter agony of
sadness in his arms.
"Kusanagi…" Yuzuriha
whispered.
* * *
A long
whistle blast sprouted into the air, shrinking into the distance across the
Japanese base. It shrieked into the sensitive ears of a lone man in the high
tech department. He reached over the sensitive aero-department equipment and
placed it onto the table back with the rest of the department equipment, ready
to be shipped to Tokyo's main defense base for the new space program.
He turned
to hear the dismissal whistle. Turning on his heel, he started his trek back to
camp. His heel smashing softly on the sticky cement, his breath vaporizing into
the gas filled air, his hair falling down his sticky forehead, he looked gruff,
but the atmosphere around him was still fresh, like the first bud in spring.
He
separated himself from his fellow comrades, at the hall where they were busy
bustling around with futile activity. Kusanagi jumped into his off road jeep,
smashing onto the gas, he let his engine rip into the cement with a powerful
force before propelling the jeep into the horizon. The air kissed the outline
of the vehicle as it swiftly broke into the air. Kusanagi hated the pavement
roads deemed from man made ways. He loved riding on the old dirt roads in the
back lands of Japan, flying across the beachfront, letting the water spray
across his jeep, kissing his face. He never took notice of his speed, he just
let it rip. He hit a curve as he spinned with deadly accuracy, as he
straightened up and rolled toward the hillside that stretched northward to the
rigid backbone of Japans mountainside.
He never
took notice of the time; his mind was flying, either by the mass emotions he
felt from the earth or the man emotions of a specific girl, which by the minute
turned into a women to him.
***Slash
Shiyuu Kusanagi held his breath as he
forced his way through the rubble. His shoulder was bleeding with a steady
stream of crimson blood, which was a result of a whiplash from a dangling cable
from one of the buildings that toppled over a t-junction. Buildings were
everywhere, spread like butter across the battlefield. The smell of ironic
blood was lifting slowly around the air, seeping across the cracks of the
buildings, flying over the broken glass, reflecting into the metallic poles
that were bend in steel like knots. He could hear and feel the crunching of
glass and rubble between the traction of the bottom of his boots. He jumped
across the cracked streets, feeling the crunching of boot with bone. His senses
were outrages; humanity in this part of Tokyo was destroyed, but unfortunately
at the cost of all plants and animals in the region. It outraged him to see
destruction of nature. Humanity still had a way to hurt Earth even after death.
The buildings were crumpled with steam lifting into air in great silk like
mist. Lights flickered randomly sending beads of light across the terrain, its
white light shedding awareness of the infested streets of decapitated,
decomposing bodies. Bloody faces were at every turn sending an aura of death at
every corner, in every crevasse. It was all quite. No noise was present to lift
the lifeless terrain. No rustling of debris, no rock smashing on rock, not even
a sound of the beam lights exploding into the air.
Like
a sonic boom and dread feeling passed over him, followed by unspeakable quite.
In an instant, the kekkai above him started to shatter in an explosion of
slashing sound, slicing across the sky, billions of pieces of the shield sliced
into the air, dismembering itself, letting a stream of sharp shrapnel in its
wake. The kekkai that Kusanagi followed, the kekkai that showed him that a
battle between a Chi no Ryu and a Ten no Ryu had begun.
The jeep
split through a mass of low setting cloud as it mounted the beginning of a
stream of mountains that housed itself in the north-eastern part of Japan's
natural north.
***He
skillfully maneuvered between the blades of kekkai that wasted the atmosphere.
The kekkai that the Ten no Ryu had summoned to protect the region in which the
battle was housed. The blades sliced through Kusanagi's vest, shredding its
material with a slight rip. The kekkai was being destroyed, on its way to
oblivion shredding what's left of the battle field in a blood red rage, as it
crumbled against the already war torn battle field. All of this only meant one
thing.
He could feel every rock,
every bump that his green jeep rolled over. He gripped the stirring wheel
harder, letting its material seep through his skin down to his bone.
***The
reason that the Ten no Ryu's kekkai was being ruined, the Ten no Ryu, the
protectors of humanity.
He turned sharply over the
yellow sign, not even bothering to peer at the earthquake warning and
forbidding passage.
***Defeatment
of a Ten no Ryu.
He rolled up the mountain,
careful to ride in the middle of the road not to harm any rebellious plant
life.
***By
one of the Chi no Ryu, protectors of Earth and killer of humanity.
He flew across the low cloud
cover; seeping through the night like sky, across the gray cover clouds. He
could feel the moist kisses that they made across his tanned skin.
***Defeatment
in near death or…
He turned sharply, letting
the gravel fly to the west in a mist of dust and ageless ash of a millennia of
past volcanoes activity.
***Death.
The air was full of life, a
million sounds of life. A dripping of water from a water kissed plant, or the
outcry of distant birds, or the simple chatter of natures plants as they were
caressed by the crisp wind.
***Kusanagi
sharply jumped up, igniting his mass strength to propel himself into the air
above the sub destruction of the battlefield. Awaiting him was a mist of
rubble, intertwining in a stream of broken glass and dust. He broke the line of
cloud over the city to see a building in the middle of collapsing under the
mass of intertwining cables that crackled as it continued to impale the
building. It was the cables of a Chi no Ryu, Satsuki, a Chi no Ryu who could
control cables of all types and electronics. In a sudden jerk motion they all
separated into a new target. A target that was in the mass of the destruction.
Kusanagi moved like the wind between the whipping cables and sharp pieces of
Kekkai to catch a glimpse of the dark figure that was the new target. A target
that he knew would be the defeated Ten no Ryu. He flew through the debris to
witness a horror and realization that knocked him into the air with the
crashing of debris that suspended through the air. Two injured figures glided
swiftly through the air, falling angelically back to earth. They were covered
in a blanket of broken glass, rubble and blood. Their scent was exploding
around them as they gripped whatever life they still had.
Kusanagi jumped out of his
jeep and walked silently to the edge of one of the high cliffs over looking the
mist-covered valley. The memory grasped his heart to the very core, making
shiver like shocks up his spine. He never suspected it.
***Blood
covered their bodies, exposing their skin through their tattered cloths; fabric
gripped their bodies feverishly clinging to their bodies, her body.
Kusanagi gently pulled back
his hair from his forehead.
***Her
cloths were ripped, shredded to almost nothing.
Her face was wet with tears.
He
couldn't stop hearing her cries in his head.
The cries of a friend.
***She
was gripping a broken body near her bosom.
An innocent youth.
***He
was whining.
A cheerful girl.
***He
lightly linked her tears away.
A beautiful woman.
***She
hugged him harder.
A supposed enemy.
***Whispering
encouraging words.
A Ten no Ryu.
***A
set of cables feverishly glided powerfully through the air to her.
A
beautiful Ten no Ryu
***Without
thinking of what he was doing, of what his mission was, of the thought that he
was supposed to kill all Ten no Ryus, he rushed to her, gripping her with steel
like fingers, and ripped her apart from the anchor that would pull her down to
her death.
A forbidden relationship.
***The
cables ripped through empty air as the 25 year old glided through the air with
one figure in his arms, turning his back on the other who continued his trek
down to the city bottom.
"Yuzuriha…" Kusanagi whispered.
To be continued….
Well that's the end of ch. 3; I have so many ideas
for this fic! Well enough of me… see you in Ch. 4! ^_^