Hi people. Sorry for the late update. Here is ch.5! Still rated R. Disclaimer is blah, blah. Reviews are… well like!
*** Means dream/vision
Chapter 5
***The scented cherry blossoms were adrift in the moon kissed sky. The placed blossoms rammed and smashed into each other in a spectacle fireworks like display. There wrinkled skin curved to the wind like ripples on a pond. Beams of moonlight streaked through the sky, flashing across the blossom's skin, twinkling in the sky. Their shine could not enter the depths of the black, murky pools, which lay behind the solemn eyes.
They started to swirl around like mist, which arose before dawn. In felt so fresh but at the same time, so dead. You could feel the cold chill of the murky water under you. Your rigid feet held you high and yet you felt so low.
Slowly the murky depths started to sparkle with life. Brighter they became till they light the whole atmosphere. Their shine went right into your soul and engulfed it. The water started to twist and turn. The shine was too much; you can't look at it directly. With a splurge of energy, the cold liquid light into life and rose up in one huge splash, in gulfed everything. The water greased itself across your skin, tickling your every fiber, your every cell. Angel kissed sparkles spread like wild fire around you. Black and dark blue were everywhere, crested with white foam. Like aged fingers, the earnest water gripped you in a fist, squeezi9ng ever so slowly, gingerly feeling you between its fingers. Gradually, the water like gripped flashed in a celebration of light in gulfing you in a tight ball of water.
Squeezing you until you can't breath in releases you in a blast of water, exploding into space to all directions. Water droplets fly to oblivion letting a tail of sparking water in its wake. Slowly, trying to recollect your thoughts, a similar smell erupts through the air. That smell. The familiar smell that haunted you, that wouldn't let you sleep, the smell that relished in memory. In a shroud of scents and memories they surround you, like a tycoon. Your hair rises up in the activity, shouting for release from its roots.
In the distance, a small twinkle sparkles in the ever darkness like a beacon, a small shine of hope. Slowly like a baby carriage, it roles towards you. Its edges slowly come into focus as its small sparkles dance in the wind. The feather slowly floats towards you like it feared being caught, losing its freedom. Tenderly it curiously floats towards you, greasing your skin with its silk cut like edges. With grace and beauty it slowly passes you teasing you to look back. As you turn the outlines of a sphere come into view. Its smooth outlines shrine in the light. The feather creeps to the middle, lightly making contact. In a wave of energy, it causes ripples that stretch across the sphere; bring into the light the objects true identity.
It was the earth. ***
The pages of her textbook, flipped through her fingers. A sharp tingle slipped its way through her arm, as the blood from her paper cut dripped down her finger. No one seemed to notice. There was no whining being heard in the room. No signal that Inuki was there to comfort her through the sharp pain. He was gone. Yuzuriha looked down on her finger, not in pain, or sorrow, but in relief. The ever last relief that she had started to get over the pain. The pain of Inuki. It had been weeks, maybe even mouths since he had passed. She had mourned for him in every second of her waking hours and even mourned him through her dreams. She knew that she had to get on with her life. To live to see the day when humanity would survive the ill-fated day. She wanted to hold her head high and give honor to Inuki's name. She wanted to survive. Survive to see the next day when she would become like her grandmother, the grand master of Mitsumine. She wasn't going top stand down while the world was crumbling, just because of her loss.
She stood up from her veranda, and walking to the sacred gardens. She would never get over him, but she would live, live for him. Yuzuriha strolled to the dens of the inugamis. They weren't really livable dens for them because they never slept, but they were symbolic. Yuzuriha was getting sick of her attitudes through out these weeks, and realized how little attention she had given to those inugamis, that loved to guard her room at night. Who sometimes followed her to protect her for Inuki. She was ready to succumb to their needs. "Play time!" Yuzuriha chirped, almost croaking her statement.
It wasn't her best genki voice but it was a start. The Inugami, all at once dove for her. They were like mad dogs, racing towards their prey. With a dive, Yuzuriha intercepted them head on, wrestling them through the gardens. They swirled around them, yelping in pleasure. They tumbled in masses of vapor, setting the whole garden in a foggy cloud. Grandmother Nekoi, never like them too be this excited. Probably because she was the only one to get them this exciting, as was the only one who would loss control, and "accidentally" break things. Grandmother Nekoi slowly cornered one of the great Mitsumine statues. She would, in the past, stop her for causing such racquets, but right now it was good for her. Good for her spirit.
Yuzuriha was jumping up and down, never missing a beat with the many heartbeats surrounding her. Small crystal like tears twinkled down her cheeks. She twisted and twisted, swirling her arms, and skimming their fur. She would stop moving, she just kept twirling and twirling, as rain like tears slowly floated around her. The inugami's never stopped their playing as they swirled around her. Yuzuriha never whipped her tears. Those tears weren't tears of sadness, but relief.
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The scenery flashed by in mere seconds as the wheels buried themselves in the ground. The sweet smell of morning grass smudged their waste on his skin, seeping through his muscles down to his beating heart, which pounded from his chest like thunder rolling through the clouds. He was following a trail. A trail of smells that have cursed him since that unfaithful day. He had to do something, take care of something before he could ever rest. In his sleep, all he could think about was the undeiing statement of.
"I caused her pain…"
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The tress bellowed in the chilly wind, swaying back and forth in the crisp wind. Their needles slowly piercing the thick air. The fog had settled, and milking the land with white under the night sky. Yuzuriha had started to collect herbs for her grandmother by the near by lake, a choir that she never like since her childhood. Under the crisp night sky, she felt as if tonight, she wouldn't mind fulfilling her grandmother "demand" for the sacred herbs, which she though were just ordinary. Her grandmother always preached that "You are too unspiritual" but she never listened. All the little things in life interested her at that time. Whenever she preached, Yuzuriha would go into her own little world, where her and Inuki would play among the stars.
Swiftly through the brushed, she lightly stepped, avoid the little blades of grass that littered her path, a token of friendship that she shared with her colossal man. The moon shined on her figure as she danced. Her skin twinkled in the beams of light. The whole atmosphere changed. It was no longer think, but light, almost as if you could float in the air. As the wind blew, the needles of the pine tress glistened in the light. Little droplets of dew slowly tinkled down their sharp edges as they bounced from limb to limb. Everything was quiet like in a bedroom in the middle of the night. Yuzuriha slowly dipped her feet on the soft soil.
In the distance, among the mist, a twinkle sparked like a firefly. Slowly Yuzuriha turned her head, letting her silk black hair fall on her face. The firefly like twinkle slowly increased in numbers. Slowly as if her time was eternity, the sparkles slowly formed a shaped. The outline was sleek in dew, as beams of light sprinkled onto the area. The shaped slowly came nearer, as the finger soon turned into a silhouette of a man. He had gentle strides like a heron skimming the water. Sparkles of dew slowly made the silhouette form of his face. Yuzuriha was unmoving. His figure slowly made its way into the moonlight, 5 paces from her figure. Dew sparkled away from the abrupt stop of motion. As the sparkled dew fell onto the floor, his figure was visible in the silver light. Only one colossal man held her heart like this, had it beat in unison of mother earth.
"Kusanagi…"
"Yuzuriha."
She could not believe he was in front of her. At her shrine. She was shock out of her mind, having her heart race through time. She still regarded her like he regarded her before Inuki's passing. Teary eyed, she raced to him, hugging him through his jacket. She could feel the slick material of the fabric on her face.
"Missy…"
"…Just hug me."
The moon dipped through the crown of trees. Yuzuriha held him in her arms, as sleep over took her. He himself wouldn't let go. He knew what she felt and wouldn't rob her of her comfort. As the moon glowed, a figure slipped away through conscious. As the pine needles twinkled, a silhouette of a man walked, walked into the distance having a small figure deep in his arms.