Fukai Mori
Chapter 4: Revelations and True Intentions
loupgarou7(loupgarou72@gurlmail.com)
SORRY!!! I know I'm confusing. Not a lot of people understand my mind (and I don't
think you want to be one of those people. They're pretty scary), but just hold on though!
EVERYTHING WILL BE REVEALED!!! Starting with this chapter. I actually planned
to lengthen the story but it looks like it's going to be pretty short...
GRRR!!! Sorry I'll try to stop the text from looking so screwed up on FF.net
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"Akira-san!" Hotaru exclaimed, "This is..."
He nodded in her direction. "Oh that? Apparently some foreigners settled in the
area of China a couple years back for a while. My father some fineery of ours for that to
establish friendly relations. Back then a rival faction was a serious threat to us, and we
needed all the enemies we could gather. The book's beautifully decorated isn't it? Of
course no one in this village is able to read it, but the pictures are unlike anything I've
ever seen before."
Hotaru's face brightened as she stared down at the brown leather book. It had been
so long since since she had laid eyes on anything that didn't scream Segoku Jidai.
Although the leather brown cover on the book wasn't so familiar the English words were.
Running her hands over the cover she struggled to read the title. "Roman......DIETS???
No...deities? Akira-san this is a book on the Gods and Goddesses of a foreign country."
"Hotaru-hime!" Akira exclaimed jumping off the couch he had been reclining on
to join her next to the bookshelf. "You can READ that foreign language??? How
educated you must be!"
Hotaru blushed. "I...not really. I mean my English is only on the junior high
school level..."
"Junior...high school?" He frowned puzzled by the unheard of words.
"Forget it." she smiled, "It's not important."
"Oh..." he averted his gaze downward obviously hurt by her words although she
couldn't begin to comprehend why.
"Umm..." Hotaru decided to break the awkward moment that had settled, "So
anyway would you like me to translate a passage of two?"
He looked up eagerly, "Could you?" He took the book from her hands and flipped
to a section explaining, "There's this one picture that has always fascinated me. I've always
wanted to know what it was about, but I never dreamt that I would meet someone who
would be able to tell me!"
As he flipped the pages in his search for the passage she spared a minute to glance
at him. She was only 12, and it was blatantly obvious this 16 year old held some special
interest in her. If she had been born into this time, she might've married him. Staring at
his rugged but at the same time child-like features, she decided she would've minded that
so much. Surely if he would not recoil from her if he ever found out about her special
abilities.
"Here it is!" Locating the page again he handed it to her.
As she glanced at the image, Hotaru almost dropped the book from shock. While
the picture itself wasn't very shocking compared to 21st century images of blood and
gore, the fact that Akira had loved this the most told her something about it. A single
goddess graced the image. Although beautiful she was and although shapely, her eyes
were sinister and the lips were as red as the serpent wrapped around her legs and as red
as the river of blood beneath her feet flowing from fallen soldiers on the green battlefield.
She had been drawn with a black ink that had faded somewhat over the ages, but the
shocking red was as vibrant as the day it had first been drawn. As she turned her eyes to
the adjacent page on which the story and story title was written, this time she DID drop
the book and luckily too for the book promptly burst into flames. "I won't let her go..."
Hotaru heard someone whisper, as their icy breath on her neck sent chills up and down
her spine. Of course if she turned around she knew there would be no one there. Of
course. Deities don't have to show up in body to speak. The blood red deity, the one that
had been in the book, was the one that had spoken to her, the one that currently her
princess was hosting in her body. Bellona*, the goddess of war.
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She sat on the mound of dirt watching the two. Although under normal
circumstances what they were eating at the table would've disgusted to her to no end,
these were not normal circumstances. How long had it been since that woman had
captured her? The same length of time it had been since her last decent meal. She looked
the woman gorge herself on the intestines of another youkai, watching with both
revulsion and fascination. This was a world she had never known before. The woman
youkai seeing her eyeing her food hungrily, sneered before tossing her something.
It had barely hit the ground before she snatched it up. Inspecting it carefully she tried to
flick away pieces of dust on it rather unsuccessfully. It was just a raw filet mignon right?
Well, no different from food before…except it was bleeding and mushy…but raw filet mignon,
right? Right? As the youkai shot her a look, usually she gulped it down making
sure to look extra grateful. When youkai turned satisfied that the gift she had bestowed
had not gone to waste, she gave her a glare somehow hoping that looks could kill. Then
he turned around shooting her a bemused glance. She quickly blushed and averted her
eyes. He smiled at her and turned back to the table, some silver strands of his hair
catching and glimmering in the sunlight it caught.
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"Sesshoumaru-sama," Usagi said immediately upon awakening. Gathering her
yukata around her, she sat up and glared at him her face growing hotter by the minute.
She knew fully well who it had been. "You really are a closet pervert."
"C-Closet pervert?!" He choked on the words and Usagi secretly smiled as for
once she finally saw him the least bit flustered.
"Well it seems you take some perverse pleasure in seeing my body parts," she
replied coolly.
"You were the one who took the yukata off. Don't blame your problems others,"
he paused before adding, "Nymphomaniac."
"Ny-NYMPHOMANIAC?" grabbing the closest thing she could find- her shoe-
she hurled it at him. He of course with all his grace caught it mid-air. And Usagi felt
incredibly stupid as she realized what she had done. "Give my back my shoe!!!" she
shakily raised herself on one shoed foot and hopped over the jagged rocks and dirt to
him. "Please?" Some barely distinct relative of a smile raised itself on his face,
immediately squashed as tripping over a rock she ended up on top of him on the ground.
"Nymphomaniac," and after a thoughtful paused he added, "Exhibitionist."
Angrily pushing herself off him, she felt tears of frustration, disappointment, and
anger swell up. He pushed himself up as well amazingly free from dirt and leaves.
"Why do you have these reserves about your body?" he asked softly.
"You have reserves, too. I don't exactly see you walking around naked," she
colored as the image was conjured up in her mind. "And you? On the banks why did you
come?"
"I needed to get the poison out quickly and the easiest way to do that was if you
soaked your shou-"
"I know that," she interrupted, "When I woke, I felt no pain on my shoulder so I
figured it out, but what I don't understand is why no warning? Why did you come after
my yukata had flown off?"
He frowned slightly perturbed by the question. "Does it matter?" He closed in the
space between them quickly taking hold of her chin. "You pledged yourself to be, body
and soul. You and that girl."
She lowered her eyes. "I didn't think at the time that you would force me to..."
"And I won't but..." He leaned forward slowly toward her. Usagi blanched before
turning a serious shade of red. If he did what she thought he was going to do...something
irreversible would occur. Despite the ominous feeling, her heart fluttered, and she
struggled with her contrasting opinions. He was even closer now, and she could feel his
warm breath on her neck. Praying to the heavens for a sign on what she should do she
happened to notice something. The moon was at its highest peak. That was sign enough
for her. She jumped up suddenly nearly kneeing him in the chin, and eyes downcast and a
furious blush on her cheeks she blurted something out about finding Hotaru before
hurriedly grabbing her geta from his astonished hand and running away.
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The dying, brown leaves around them shook with the wind many fluttering down
to the ground, and as the chilled air swept around the clearing, Usagi shivered violently.
"Sora-san, what is it you needed to tell me?"
He faced her staring at her solemnly, his blue eyes determined and stony. "Usagi-
san, do you love me?"
Usagi faltered caught off guard by the abrupt question. It was true, he looked so
much like Mamoru, the resemblance was uncanny, but as for love, she had only talked to
him twice! "I...I don't know," she admited troubled by the look in his eyes.
"Do you love me enough to complete a task for me?"
"What is it?" He threw something at her feet which imbedded itself into the
ground just as a wave of darkness swept the field as the moon was covered by a set of
dark clouds. Usagi groped in the darkness for the direction she had thought it had gone,
and as she touched some strange cool metal she picked up righting herself. It was as she
was trying to figure out what it was form touch that suddenly it grew bright again and she
found herself looking at a reflection of the moon on the blade of a knife. She almost
dropped, but restrained herself inspecting it carefully. The handle was made of silver
carved in a rather simple design with some parts tarnished by age and repeated use. The
clearness and smoothness of the blade itself is what astonished her. She looked up at Sora
hesitantly. "Sora-san...what do you mean by this?"
"I want you to kill Sesshoumaru."
* BUMBUMBUM!!!! Did ANYONE figure this out before hand?
Chapter 4: Revelations and True Intentions
loupgarou7(loupgarou72@gurlmail.com)
SORRY!!! I know I'm confusing. Not a lot of people understand my mind (and I don't
think you want to be one of those people. They're pretty scary), but just hold on though!
EVERYTHING WILL BE REVEALED!!! Starting with this chapter. I actually planned
to lengthen the story but it looks like it's going to be pretty short...
GRRR!!! Sorry I'll try to stop the text from looking so screwed up on FF.net
************************************************************************************************************************************************
"Akira-san!" Hotaru exclaimed, "This is..."
He nodded in her direction. "Oh that? Apparently some foreigners settled in the
area of China a couple years back for a while. My father some fineery of ours for that to
establish friendly relations. Back then a rival faction was a serious threat to us, and we
needed all the enemies we could gather. The book's beautifully decorated isn't it? Of
course no one in this village is able to read it, but the pictures are unlike anything I've
ever seen before."
Hotaru's face brightened as she stared down at the brown leather book. It had been
so long since since she had laid eyes on anything that didn't scream Segoku Jidai.
Although the leather brown cover on the book wasn't so familiar the English words were.
Running her hands over the cover she struggled to read the title. "Roman......DIETS???
No...deities? Akira-san this is a book on the Gods and Goddesses of a foreign country."
"Hotaru-hime!" Akira exclaimed jumping off the couch he had been reclining on
to join her next to the bookshelf. "You can READ that foreign language??? How
educated you must be!"
Hotaru blushed. "I...not really. I mean my English is only on the junior high
school level..."
"Junior...high school?" He frowned puzzled by the unheard of words.
"Forget it." she smiled, "It's not important."
"Oh..." he averted his gaze downward obviously hurt by her words although she
couldn't begin to comprehend why.
"Umm..." Hotaru decided to break the awkward moment that had settled, "So
anyway would you like me to translate a passage of two?"
He looked up eagerly, "Could you?" He took the book from her hands and flipped
to a section explaining, "There's this one picture that has always fascinated me. I've always
wanted to know what it was about, but I never dreamt that I would meet someone who
would be able to tell me!"
As he flipped the pages in his search for the passage she spared a minute to glance
at him. She was only 12, and it was blatantly obvious this 16 year old held some special
interest in her. If she had been born into this time, she might've married him. Staring at
his rugged but at the same time child-like features, she decided she would've minded that
so much. Surely if he would not recoil from her if he ever found out about her special
abilities.
"Here it is!" Locating the page again he handed it to her.
As she glanced at the image, Hotaru almost dropped the book from shock. While
the picture itself wasn't very shocking compared to 21st century images of blood and
gore, the fact that Akira had loved this the most told her something about it. A single
goddess graced the image. Although beautiful she was and although shapely, her eyes
were sinister and the lips were as red as the serpent wrapped around her legs and as red
as the river of blood beneath her feet flowing from fallen soldiers on the green battlefield.
She had been drawn with a black ink that had faded somewhat over the ages, but the
shocking red was as vibrant as the day it had first been drawn. As she turned her eyes to
the adjacent page on which the story and story title was written, this time she DID drop
the book and luckily too for the book promptly burst into flames. "I won't let her go..."
Hotaru heard someone whisper, as their icy breath on her neck sent chills up and down
her spine. Of course if she turned around she knew there would be no one there. Of
course. Deities don't have to show up in body to speak. The blood red deity, the one that
had been in the book, was the one that had spoken to her, the one that currently her
princess was hosting in her body. Bellona*, the goddess of war.
************************************************************************************************************************************************
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She sat on the mound of dirt watching the two. Although under normal
circumstances what they were eating at the table would've disgusted to her to no end,
these were not normal circumstances. How long had it been since that woman had
captured her? The same length of time it had been since her last decent meal. She looked
the woman gorge herself on the intestines of another youkai, watching with both
revulsion and fascination. This was a world she had never known before. The woman
youkai seeing her eyeing her food hungrily, sneered before tossing her something.
It had barely hit the ground before she snatched it up. Inspecting it carefully she tried to
flick away pieces of dust on it rather unsuccessfully. It was just a raw filet mignon right?
Well, no different from food before…except it was bleeding and mushy…but raw filet mignon,
right? Right? As the youkai shot her a look, usually she gulped it down making
sure to look extra grateful. When youkai turned satisfied that the gift she had bestowed
had not gone to waste, she gave her a glare somehow hoping that looks could kill. Then
he turned around shooting her a bemused glance. She quickly blushed and averted her
eyes. He smiled at her and turned back to the table, some silver strands of his hair
catching and glimmering in the sunlight it caught.
************************************************************************************************************************************************
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"Sesshoumaru-sama," Usagi said immediately upon awakening. Gathering her
yukata around her, she sat up and glared at him her face growing hotter by the minute.
She knew fully well who it had been. "You really are a closet pervert."
"C-Closet pervert?!" He choked on the words and Usagi secretly smiled as for
once she finally saw him the least bit flustered.
"Well it seems you take some perverse pleasure in seeing my body parts," she
replied coolly.
"You were the one who took the yukata off. Don't blame your problems others,"
he paused before adding, "Nymphomaniac."
"Ny-NYMPHOMANIAC?" grabbing the closest thing she could find- her shoe-
she hurled it at him. He of course with all his grace caught it mid-air. And Usagi felt
incredibly stupid as she realized what she had done. "Give my back my shoe!!!" she
shakily raised herself on one shoed foot and hopped over the jagged rocks and dirt to
him. "Please?" Some barely distinct relative of a smile raised itself on his face,
immediately squashed as tripping over a rock she ended up on top of him on the ground.
"Nymphomaniac," and after a thoughtful paused he added, "Exhibitionist."
Angrily pushing herself off him, she felt tears of frustration, disappointment, and
anger swell up. He pushed himself up as well amazingly free from dirt and leaves.
"Why do you have these reserves about your body?" he asked softly.
"You have reserves, too. I don't exactly see you walking around naked," she
colored as the image was conjured up in her mind. "And you? On the banks why did you
come?"
"I needed to get the poison out quickly and the easiest way to do that was if you
soaked your shou-"
"I know that," she interrupted, "When I woke, I felt no pain on my shoulder so I
figured it out, but what I don't understand is why no warning? Why did you come after
my yukata had flown off?"
He frowned slightly perturbed by the question. "Does it matter?" He closed in the
space between them quickly taking hold of her chin. "You pledged yourself to be, body
and soul. You and that girl."
She lowered her eyes. "I didn't think at the time that you would force me to..."
"And I won't but..." He leaned forward slowly toward her. Usagi blanched before
turning a serious shade of red. If he did what she thought he was going to do...something
irreversible would occur. Despite the ominous feeling, her heart fluttered, and she
struggled with her contrasting opinions. He was even closer now, and she could feel his
warm breath on her neck. Praying to the heavens for a sign on what she should do she
happened to notice something. The moon was at its highest peak. That was sign enough
for her. She jumped up suddenly nearly kneeing him in the chin, and eyes downcast and a
furious blush on her cheeks she blurted something out about finding Hotaru before
hurriedly grabbing her geta from his astonished hand and running away.
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The dying, brown leaves around them shook with the wind many fluttering down
to the ground, and as the chilled air swept around the clearing, Usagi shivered violently.
"Sora-san, what is it you needed to tell me?"
He faced her staring at her solemnly, his blue eyes determined and stony. "Usagi-
san, do you love me?"
Usagi faltered caught off guard by the abrupt question. It was true, he looked so
much like Mamoru, the resemblance was uncanny, but as for love, she had only talked to
him twice! "I...I don't know," she admited troubled by the look in his eyes.
"Do you love me enough to complete a task for me?"
"What is it?" He threw something at her feet which imbedded itself into the
ground just as a wave of darkness swept the field as the moon was covered by a set of
dark clouds. Usagi groped in the darkness for the direction she had thought it had gone,
and as she touched some strange cool metal she picked up righting herself. It was as she
was trying to figure out what it was form touch that suddenly it grew bright again and she
found herself looking at a reflection of the moon on the blade of a knife. She almost
dropped, but restrained herself inspecting it carefully. The handle was made of silver
carved in a rather simple design with some parts tarnished by age and repeated use. The
clearness and smoothness of the blade itself is what astonished her. She looked up at Sora
hesitantly. "Sora-san...what do you mean by this?"
"I want you to kill Sesshoumaru."
* BUMBUMBUM!!!! Did ANYONE figure this out before hand?
