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CHAPTER 14 – Das Blut [Blood]
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'Sensei!'
Kei sprinted across the cobblestone path toward her master, Ikazuchi Taka. He stood quietly amongst the shrubs of the Japanese Rose, his eyes reflective as he squinted up at the bright sunshine overhead. He did not turn at the sound of Kei's voice but he nodded.
'Don't call me sensei,' he told her. 'Otosama, otosama.' He bent over to her and smiled softly. 'Otosama.'
'Oto---' she cut herself off. 'Sensei.' She sighed and slumped on the ground beside Taka, as she played with the petals of the roses. 'Sensei, sensei,' she repeated over and over again.
He sat beside her and took her hands in his. The little girl looked up, her visage full of innocence. 'Why? Don't you want me to be your dad?'
'Iie sensei,' she answered, naiveté pure in her hazel-brown eyes. A slight wind blew wisps of her curls over her young face. 'Otosama…they're all bad…'
Taka looked down pensively, 'Sou ka…'
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*
Tears sprung to her eyes. Kei was holding Falke upon a tree, by his collar, clutching his neck. There were bruises on his face, and the whole of his body. His clothes were tattered, bloody and soaked in rain. Kei's appearance was a reflection of his own. However, she was in control of the situation for his life depended on her decision.
Memories of her past flooded her mind. She dropped Falke to the ground and darted her eyes away from him. Her anger slowly subsided.
*
The combat was relentlessly going on in the other side of the woods near the mansion. Corpses decorated the muddy ground; several others were waiting to be added to this morbid portrait. Blood splattered upon the tree trunks, the manor's brick walls, the grass, and the clothes of the victims and predators alike.
'Prepare to die!' one of the black-clad men yelled as he lunged toward Ken.
In a swift motion, Ken thrust his claws into his prey's limbs, and hurled him to the ground. Another one of those cadavers scattered on the ground. The manor's milieu was slowly turning to a cemetery.
Yohji was busy with his own quarries. Several were already lynched on the tree branches; others were grotesquely sprawled on the soil with that silver thread twisted around their necks. There was no sign of mercy in his cold eyes. He received hardly any wounds from the attacks. They should never have had underrated him.
Meanwhile Omi was perched upon a tree, firing arrows at those who were too unlucky to receive a taste of his weapon. Most of the corpses, which lay on the Weiss's feet, were punctured by Omi's arrows. And some of the most unfortunate ones had to suffer slowly the pain as the arrow pierced through their body.
However, a keen enough enemy saw Omi in his hiding place, and attacked.
'Bombay!' Ken cried out, seeing this. It cost him a harsh blow from one of Jin's men. He recovered quickly and slashed his assailant with his bloodstained claws.
Omi gasped and eluded his attacker. They both fell on the ground, one on top of the other. Desperately, Omi tried to get the attacker off him, thrusting forcefully one of his spare arrows into the attacker's forehead. He died immediately.
*
'I see you have not the heart to kill me,' Falke noticed, his hand on his neck. He massaged it to take off the pain.
Kei did not answer. 'Usotsuki,' she muttered to herself.
'I'm not a liar,' he said, hearing her words.
'Shut up,' she cut him off. 'Go now. Run to where ever you pleased. I'm done with you.' If he received another blow from her, he would most definitely lose blood in a matter of minutes.
'I see I have not taught you well,' Falke told her, as she began to walk away with a grim face. 'Pity for your enemies is a wrong move.'
'And you suggest I kill you?' she asked, her back to him. Her tone was low and defiant. 'I am not like you Taka. Nor am I like my stepfather. I refuse to be.'
Falke laughed darkly. 'You already are,' he reminded her. 'This sounds like a movie line but you should have killed me when you had a chance!'
Before she knew it, she was on the ground, and Falke was strangling her once more. He was wrong. She had the heart to kill him. She had not the heart to fight anymore.
*
'Kei-san!'
That voice was the only other sound she heard amid Falke's fierce shriek. Before she knew it, he dropped onto her, dead, the stone in his hand, which was supposed to be used to kill her, had already rolled away.
An arrow pierced through his heart through the back.
Running footsteps.
'Kei-san daijoubu desu ka?' It was Omi and he was peering at her from above. He reeled Falk'e cadaver from her body and helped her get up. The rest of the Weiss stood before her, all but Aya.
'Aya-kun?' she asked, bewildered. 'Jin-kun…iie…'
The she sprinted out to the woods.
CHAPTER 14 – Das Blut [Blood]
* * *
'Sensei!'
Kei sprinted across the cobblestone path toward her master, Ikazuchi Taka. He stood quietly amongst the shrubs of the Japanese Rose, his eyes reflective as he squinted up at the bright sunshine overhead. He did not turn at the sound of Kei's voice but he nodded.
'Don't call me sensei,' he told her. 'Otosama, otosama.' He bent over to her and smiled softly. 'Otosama.'
'Oto---' she cut herself off. 'Sensei.' She sighed and slumped on the ground beside Taka, as she played with the petals of the roses. 'Sensei, sensei,' she repeated over and over again.
He sat beside her and took her hands in his. The little girl looked up, her visage full of innocence. 'Why? Don't you want me to be your dad?'
'Iie sensei,' she answered, naiveté pure in her hazel-brown eyes. A slight wind blew wisps of her curls over her young face. 'Otosama…they're all bad…'
Taka looked down pensively, 'Sou ka…'
* * *
*
Tears sprung to her eyes. Kei was holding Falke upon a tree, by his collar, clutching his neck. There were bruises on his face, and the whole of his body. His clothes were tattered, bloody and soaked in rain. Kei's appearance was a reflection of his own. However, she was in control of the situation for his life depended on her decision.
Memories of her past flooded her mind. She dropped Falke to the ground and darted her eyes away from him. Her anger slowly subsided.
*
The combat was relentlessly going on in the other side of the woods near the mansion. Corpses decorated the muddy ground; several others were waiting to be added to this morbid portrait. Blood splattered upon the tree trunks, the manor's brick walls, the grass, and the clothes of the victims and predators alike.
'Prepare to die!' one of the black-clad men yelled as he lunged toward Ken.
In a swift motion, Ken thrust his claws into his prey's limbs, and hurled him to the ground. Another one of those cadavers scattered on the ground. The manor's milieu was slowly turning to a cemetery.
Yohji was busy with his own quarries. Several were already lynched on the tree branches; others were grotesquely sprawled on the soil with that silver thread twisted around their necks. There was no sign of mercy in his cold eyes. He received hardly any wounds from the attacks. They should never have had underrated him.
Meanwhile Omi was perched upon a tree, firing arrows at those who were too unlucky to receive a taste of his weapon. Most of the corpses, which lay on the Weiss's feet, were punctured by Omi's arrows. And some of the most unfortunate ones had to suffer slowly the pain as the arrow pierced through their body.
However, a keen enough enemy saw Omi in his hiding place, and attacked.
'Bombay!' Ken cried out, seeing this. It cost him a harsh blow from one of Jin's men. He recovered quickly and slashed his assailant with his bloodstained claws.
Omi gasped and eluded his attacker. They both fell on the ground, one on top of the other. Desperately, Omi tried to get the attacker off him, thrusting forcefully one of his spare arrows into the attacker's forehead. He died immediately.
*
'I see you have not the heart to kill me,' Falke noticed, his hand on his neck. He massaged it to take off the pain.
Kei did not answer. 'Usotsuki,' she muttered to herself.
'I'm not a liar,' he said, hearing her words.
'Shut up,' she cut him off. 'Go now. Run to where ever you pleased. I'm done with you.' If he received another blow from her, he would most definitely lose blood in a matter of minutes.
'I see I have not taught you well,' Falke told her, as she began to walk away with a grim face. 'Pity for your enemies is a wrong move.'
'And you suggest I kill you?' she asked, her back to him. Her tone was low and defiant. 'I am not like you Taka. Nor am I like my stepfather. I refuse to be.'
Falke laughed darkly. 'You already are,' he reminded her. 'This sounds like a movie line but you should have killed me when you had a chance!'
Before she knew it, she was on the ground, and Falke was strangling her once more. He was wrong. She had the heart to kill him. She had not the heart to fight anymore.
*
'Kei-san!'
That voice was the only other sound she heard amid Falke's fierce shriek. Before she knew it, he dropped onto her, dead, the stone in his hand, which was supposed to be used to kill her, had already rolled away.
An arrow pierced through his heart through the back.
Running footsteps.
'Kei-san daijoubu desu ka?' It was Omi and he was peering at her from above. He reeled Falk'e cadaver from her body and helped her get up. The rest of the Weiss stood before her, all but Aya.
'Aya-kun?' she asked, bewildered. 'Jin-kun…iie…'
The she sprinted out to the woods.