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The Last of the Mikos
The sun beat down heavily on Chansawa High School's Arena, where all the students were gathered waiting for the final rounds of the Martial Arts competition to finally begin. Everyone was in a cheerful mood chattering among themselves as they watched the starting time slowly ticking down.
The Martial Arts competitions were held once every year, just when school was going to end for the year. The competitions included archery, martial arts, fencing, dagger throwing, and plain speed racing. Anyone who attained the mastered level could enter, yet in the first one or two rounds, almost always all the 9th, 10th, and 11th graders were eliminated by the more experienced 12th graders. Almost always. This year there was one exceptional 11th grader named Kiara Kato, who seemed to be holding on her own. Everyone was very surprised about her, for she never showed any skill or interest in the Martial Arts at all, even though it would've been her type of interest anyway.
The long needed breeze picked up and swirled brown sand past the Girl's Locker Room where a girl's face could just be seen peeking out.
Kiara quickly scanned the crowd outside, noticing how much bigger it was since it was the final rounds. Finally she went inside and sat down, putting her head in her hands.
"Everyone in the Martial Arts competition are twelfth graders save me. They have more experience in fighting. Oh why did I sign up for martial arts AND dagger throwing? I don't think I have the guts to do both!" Kiara thought sadly.
She was a pretty beautiful young girl with soft honey brown eyes, wavy midnight black hair trying to escape the high ponytail, and golden brown tan. Her eyes were very peculiar, even though they're normal color was honey brown, when she was having strong feelings of any sort, they would change color. Anger turned them to crystal hard ice, affection to green jade, sorrow to purple, and on and on. No one had ever heard anything of the sort and found this quite fascinating, and a bit, well, freaky.
Her slender hands began to fiddle with the pretty red ring she had on a chain around her neck. Looking at it she remembered her kareshi's Takashi's words as he gave it to her. "Ai shiteru Kiara. If something was to ever happen to us, please use this to remind you of me," he said softly looking at her.
Sighing she thought to herself, "What a beautiful night that was. We were both in the memorial garden on a full moon night."
"Kiara-chan? Kiara-chan! Aren't you going to get ready for your competition? You do have to fight Naoto for the final round you know," her best friend Mikara said as she came up to the locker next to Kiara's already dressed in the traditional loose long white shirt, pants, and white belt.
Turning, Kiara smiled at her friend's worried expression and smiled saying, "Yeah I know Mikara-chan, and YOU have to face off Kantaro in the running contest! You know, your crush?" Kiara laughed as Mikara flushed a bright red and retorted, "He's NOT my crush! I just have a few small feelings for him okay?"
Kiara just kept on laughing as she changed into her outfit. Rolling her eyes Mikara said, "Oh yeah I almost forgot. Takashi-kun told me to tell you that he wishes you luck and to be careful not to hurt yourself. He'll be watching you in both competitions and cheering you on."
Kiara nodded and thanked her friend. Having a twelfth grader for a best friend was helpful, she often thought of Mikara as an older sister even. Outside the crowd started to chant, "5! 4! 3! 2! 1! 0!" as the starter clock counted down on the screen.
"Let the games begin!" the announcer cried out into his megaphone.
"Well Mikara-chan, good luck! I hope you do well!" Kiara said turning to go out of the locker room."
"You too Kiara-chan! If I finish early, I'll come and watch you in your dagger throwing competition!"
Nodding, Kiara raced out of the room and waited at the Martial Art Arena's steps just in time to hear the announcer say, "And for the final Martial Art round I give you Kiara Kato and Naoto Ando!"
The referee followed them both into the arena as the crowd went wild.
"Now both of you bow, and on my whistle we'll start. You both know the rules, the first one to be down three times is out," the referee said a bit roughly. Barely inclining their heads, they took their fighting stances just as the whistle blew. Naoto was the first to attack doing a series of complex different height punches which Kiara easily blocked and dodged, back flipping and running back to deal in a few fast punches. Her punches were of course easily blocked, yet she smiled knowing he took that as her real attack. Just as he was about to attack her, she jumped and in midair kicked him in the face knocking him to the ground, HARD. The crowd groaned as Naoto got up, touched his cheek and winced. They both got back in their fighting stances. Naoto was the first to attack again involving a quick kick to trip her and another set of punches. Kiara avoided these and leaped up high grabbing his wrist, flipped over his back and threw him to the ground once again. "Just one more to go!" Kiara thought happily causing her to lose focus. Naoto noticed this and with a victorious smile he kicked her straight in the stomach causing her to falter and fall to the ground. Cursing herself for losing focus she began her fighting stance once again. The battle went back and forth, almost seemingly going on forever, yet the people watched in awe as they saw Kiara's almost inhuman speed and perfect forms. Yet speed wasn't enough. Naoto's techniques were much more difficult to predict and he had more experience fighting with her style then she had his. Finally Naoto managed to knock Kiara to the ground two more times, and it was all over. Naoto grinned at the screaming crowd as the announcer said, "Naoto Ando wins the Martial Arts contest!"
Knowing she had little time, she grabbed a towel and some water and marched off to the dagger throwing contest. "I can't believe it! After all that work I did practicing for this competition, I couldn't beat one more guy to win," she thought sadly. Shaking her head she said, "Well I still have one more competition. I can't lose focus!"
Mikara caught sight of her and ran over screaming, "I did it! I won the competition! Well, you still have one more, so good luck! I'll be watching!" With that she promptly ran off, probably going to the Girl's Locker Room for a quick shower. The dagger throwing competition still had fifteen people to eliminate in the final round. This was done by having three rounds in elimination, where the competitors would throw eight daggers at all eight targets, and based on their speed and accuracy the judges would determine the winner.
Kiara took position and took up one slim dagger in her hand, eyeing the bull's eye and impatiently waited for the bell. RIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG! There it was! She took aim and threw squinting to focus on the bull's eye every time, her mind screaming at her to go faster. Finally she had all eight done, and she sighed looking up at the scoreboard. She had just barely made the cut off list, she HAD to be faster!
Kiara scolded herself for going to slow and moved over the next round. The bell went of again, and this time, more quickly, Kiara threw the daggers, not bothering to even think where she threw them. Looking up when she finished she thought to herself sadly, "No good, I have to be faster." This time she took a deep breath clearing everything out of her mind except for the bull's eye. When for the last time, the bell went off, she threw as quick as lightning, not blinking, her eyes intensely focused. She came out of her trance like state when she saw her last dagger vibrating in its bull's eye target and with a worried expression looked up, only to be shocked. She won! An eleventh grade girl, for the first time made it to the final rounds of TWO competitions and won one of them! Her circle of friends came streaking towards her screaming, hugging, and congratulating her for her success as she just stood there shocked.
The crowd's noise died down quickly and parted as they let a newcomer in. "Kiara! Congratulations!" a deep male voice said, causing her eyes to widen and her heart to beat faster as she turned around. "Takashi!" she cried as she ran towards him and they both embraced. The group made a bunch of catcalls later causing them both to blush and let go.
Mikara made her way through to the couple and grabbed Kiara's arm saying, "Come on you gotta clean up! You don't want to be all sweaty and red faced for the awards ceremony do you?" Ignoring Kiara's protests she led Kiara out of the way and shoved her into the locker room.
Four hours later, Kiara was back home, admiring her trophy. It was a full ten set of small, slender daggers. Each one had special sheaths on them that were to clip on to her clothes so that she could bring them along hidden and use them if her life was in danger. She decided to try on a full outfit for them, and went into her closet to find a few outfits. Finally she chose a midnight black veil to protect her nose and mouth from breathing in dangerous smells, a medium length sleeved black t- shirt, tan long pants, and deer hide soft soled boots. Her necklace with the ring stood out in contrast to the black and brown, the black matching her hair, the brown her eyes. Kiara opened the daggers case and started to clip them on the inside of her clothes. She put two in each boot, two up in each sleeve, two just above each ankle, four clipped to the back just below the tagline of her shirt, one hung with her ring, and the last went up in her hair, just for a "bad girl" look. Smiling she swirled around happy with her reflection. The daggers were so sharp, slim, and long that she couldn't see any sign of the daggers anywhere, in fact she couldn't really feel them.
With that she turned her attention back to the velvet dagger case and was about to close it when her fingers encountered an opening between the velvet and the box. Curious, she opened it up and out came a picture of a red phoenix very well intricately drawn on such a slim piece of something almost like tissue paper. The words below it were small and hard to read, yet Kiara squinted and read out, "The one to cast their eyes upon this piece and read aloud the words of this incantation, is the one I, Suzaku, has chosen to help our people once again. Let the phoenix rise again!" With a gasp, Kiara noticed her ring was glowing a bright red encompassing her in the bright aura and soon she passed out from the light's painful, intense glow.
kareshi: boyfriend
ai shiteru: I love you
The Last of the Mikos
The sun beat down heavily on Chansawa High School's Arena, where all the students were gathered waiting for the final rounds of the Martial Arts competition to finally begin. Everyone was in a cheerful mood chattering among themselves as they watched the starting time slowly ticking down.
The Martial Arts competitions were held once every year, just when school was going to end for the year. The competitions included archery, martial arts, fencing, dagger throwing, and plain speed racing. Anyone who attained the mastered level could enter, yet in the first one or two rounds, almost always all the 9th, 10th, and 11th graders were eliminated by the more experienced 12th graders. Almost always. This year there was one exceptional 11th grader named Kiara Kato, who seemed to be holding on her own. Everyone was very surprised about her, for she never showed any skill or interest in the Martial Arts at all, even though it would've been her type of interest anyway.
The long needed breeze picked up and swirled brown sand past the Girl's Locker Room where a girl's face could just be seen peeking out.
Kiara quickly scanned the crowd outside, noticing how much bigger it was since it was the final rounds. Finally she went inside and sat down, putting her head in her hands.
"Everyone in the Martial Arts competition are twelfth graders save me. They have more experience in fighting. Oh why did I sign up for martial arts AND dagger throwing? I don't think I have the guts to do both!" Kiara thought sadly.
She was a pretty beautiful young girl with soft honey brown eyes, wavy midnight black hair trying to escape the high ponytail, and golden brown tan. Her eyes were very peculiar, even though they're normal color was honey brown, when she was having strong feelings of any sort, they would change color. Anger turned them to crystal hard ice, affection to green jade, sorrow to purple, and on and on. No one had ever heard anything of the sort and found this quite fascinating, and a bit, well, freaky.
Her slender hands began to fiddle with the pretty red ring she had on a chain around her neck. Looking at it she remembered her kareshi's Takashi's words as he gave it to her. "Ai shiteru Kiara. If something was to ever happen to us, please use this to remind you of me," he said softly looking at her.
Sighing she thought to herself, "What a beautiful night that was. We were both in the memorial garden on a full moon night."
"Kiara-chan? Kiara-chan! Aren't you going to get ready for your competition? You do have to fight Naoto for the final round you know," her best friend Mikara said as she came up to the locker next to Kiara's already dressed in the traditional loose long white shirt, pants, and white belt.
Turning, Kiara smiled at her friend's worried expression and smiled saying, "Yeah I know Mikara-chan, and YOU have to face off Kantaro in the running contest! You know, your crush?" Kiara laughed as Mikara flushed a bright red and retorted, "He's NOT my crush! I just have a few small feelings for him okay?"
Kiara just kept on laughing as she changed into her outfit. Rolling her eyes Mikara said, "Oh yeah I almost forgot. Takashi-kun told me to tell you that he wishes you luck and to be careful not to hurt yourself. He'll be watching you in both competitions and cheering you on."
Kiara nodded and thanked her friend. Having a twelfth grader for a best friend was helpful, she often thought of Mikara as an older sister even. Outside the crowd started to chant, "5! 4! 3! 2! 1! 0!" as the starter clock counted down on the screen.
"Let the games begin!" the announcer cried out into his megaphone.
"Well Mikara-chan, good luck! I hope you do well!" Kiara said turning to go out of the locker room."
"You too Kiara-chan! If I finish early, I'll come and watch you in your dagger throwing competition!"
Nodding, Kiara raced out of the room and waited at the Martial Art Arena's steps just in time to hear the announcer say, "And for the final Martial Art round I give you Kiara Kato and Naoto Ando!"
The referee followed them both into the arena as the crowd went wild.
"Now both of you bow, and on my whistle we'll start. You both know the rules, the first one to be down three times is out," the referee said a bit roughly. Barely inclining their heads, they took their fighting stances just as the whistle blew. Naoto was the first to attack doing a series of complex different height punches which Kiara easily blocked and dodged, back flipping and running back to deal in a few fast punches. Her punches were of course easily blocked, yet she smiled knowing he took that as her real attack. Just as he was about to attack her, she jumped and in midair kicked him in the face knocking him to the ground, HARD. The crowd groaned as Naoto got up, touched his cheek and winced. They both got back in their fighting stances. Naoto was the first to attack again involving a quick kick to trip her and another set of punches. Kiara avoided these and leaped up high grabbing his wrist, flipped over his back and threw him to the ground once again. "Just one more to go!" Kiara thought happily causing her to lose focus. Naoto noticed this and with a victorious smile he kicked her straight in the stomach causing her to falter and fall to the ground. Cursing herself for losing focus she began her fighting stance once again. The battle went back and forth, almost seemingly going on forever, yet the people watched in awe as they saw Kiara's almost inhuman speed and perfect forms. Yet speed wasn't enough. Naoto's techniques were much more difficult to predict and he had more experience fighting with her style then she had his. Finally Naoto managed to knock Kiara to the ground two more times, and it was all over. Naoto grinned at the screaming crowd as the announcer said, "Naoto Ando wins the Martial Arts contest!"
Knowing she had little time, she grabbed a towel and some water and marched off to the dagger throwing contest. "I can't believe it! After all that work I did practicing for this competition, I couldn't beat one more guy to win," she thought sadly. Shaking her head she said, "Well I still have one more competition. I can't lose focus!"
Mikara caught sight of her and ran over screaming, "I did it! I won the competition! Well, you still have one more, so good luck! I'll be watching!" With that she promptly ran off, probably going to the Girl's Locker Room for a quick shower. The dagger throwing competition still had fifteen people to eliminate in the final round. This was done by having three rounds in elimination, where the competitors would throw eight daggers at all eight targets, and based on their speed and accuracy the judges would determine the winner.
Kiara took position and took up one slim dagger in her hand, eyeing the bull's eye and impatiently waited for the bell. RIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG! There it was! She took aim and threw squinting to focus on the bull's eye every time, her mind screaming at her to go faster. Finally she had all eight done, and she sighed looking up at the scoreboard. She had just barely made the cut off list, she HAD to be faster!
Kiara scolded herself for going to slow and moved over the next round. The bell went of again, and this time, more quickly, Kiara threw the daggers, not bothering to even think where she threw them. Looking up when she finished she thought to herself sadly, "No good, I have to be faster." This time she took a deep breath clearing everything out of her mind except for the bull's eye. When for the last time, the bell went off, she threw as quick as lightning, not blinking, her eyes intensely focused. She came out of her trance like state when she saw her last dagger vibrating in its bull's eye target and with a worried expression looked up, only to be shocked. She won! An eleventh grade girl, for the first time made it to the final rounds of TWO competitions and won one of them! Her circle of friends came streaking towards her screaming, hugging, and congratulating her for her success as she just stood there shocked.
The crowd's noise died down quickly and parted as they let a newcomer in. "Kiara! Congratulations!" a deep male voice said, causing her eyes to widen and her heart to beat faster as she turned around. "Takashi!" she cried as she ran towards him and they both embraced. The group made a bunch of catcalls later causing them both to blush and let go.
Mikara made her way through to the couple and grabbed Kiara's arm saying, "Come on you gotta clean up! You don't want to be all sweaty and red faced for the awards ceremony do you?" Ignoring Kiara's protests she led Kiara out of the way and shoved her into the locker room.
Four hours later, Kiara was back home, admiring her trophy. It was a full ten set of small, slender daggers. Each one had special sheaths on them that were to clip on to her clothes so that she could bring them along hidden and use them if her life was in danger. She decided to try on a full outfit for them, and went into her closet to find a few outfits. Finally she chose a midnight black veil to protect her nose and mouth from breathing in dangerous smells, a medium length sleeved black t- shirt, tan long pants, and deer hide soft soled boots. Her necklace with the ring stood out in contrast to the black and brown, the black matching her hair, the brown her eyes. Kiara opened the daggers case and started to clip them on the inside of her clothes. She put two in each boot, two up in each sleeve, two just above each ankle, four clipped to the back just below the tagline of her shirt, one hung with her ring, and the last went up in her hair, just for a "bad girl" look. Smiling she swirled around happy with her reflection. The daggers were so sharp, slim, and long that she couldn't see any sign of the daggers anywhere, in fact she couldn't really feel them.
With that she turned her attention back to the velvet dagger case and was about to close it when her fingers encountered an opening between the velvet and the box. Curious, she opened it up and out came a picture of a red phoenix very well intricately drawn on such a slim piece of something almost like tissue paper. The words below it were small and hard to read, yet Kiara squinted and read out, "The one to cast their eyes upon this piece and read aloud the words of this incantation, is the one I, Suzaku, has chosen to help our people once again. Let the phoenix rise again!" With a gasp, Kiara noticed her ring was glowing a bright red encompassing her in the bright aura and soon she passed out from the light's painful, intense glow.
kareshi: boyfriend
ai shiteru: I love you