THE PROTECTOR OF INNOCENCE (THE SECRET)
yeah yeah, you all know the stuff... I am going to stop fussing and get on with the story.
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The sound of metal crashing metal rang in Jyou's ear and brought to his attention that he is not in the realm of the dead. He lifted his head to see who is his knight in shiny armour. But when he glanced, he was surprised; he saw an auburn haired young woman in a pale white tunic protecting him with her radian sword.
Jyou gasped, his inner thoughts argued with his mind. "Get a grip! Ther is no girl in this arena, at least not one that knows how to use a sword anyway." He closed his eyes to calm his thoughts and looked again. Not to his surprise, the girl in white tunic was only illusory. It was only Sam Takenouchi in white shirt and breeches to the rescue.
'He yielded, you've won. What more do you want Mako of Southerngate?' Sora's fierce brown eyes locked with the muddle green ones of Mako's. This was all new to Sora, fighting in public as amusent, but somehow, she was not a bit afraid.
Mako sneered. 'You, Takenouchi, better get out of here before I bash you up like you pathetic friend over there.' He jerked his head indicating Jyou. 'I'll be honorable and give you the count of three for you to sheathe your sword. I'll start now, ONE...'
Sora could feel the fire rising in her. 'You must be out of your mind!' She glared at Mako. 'I do not desert my friend for you to slaughter while I watch it as entertainment. You can count to one million for all I care, I am not leaving until you back off.'
'Then prepare for your doom,' he smirked. 'I can guarentee your death.'
'Such a big talk for someone who's performance in swordsplay is so average.' Sora muttered loud enough for him to hear and added silently at the end grudgingly. 'although mine's is not better than his.'
Sora started to focus, her senses became sharper, every movemment Mako makes, she observed and became more alert. It was hard to tell when might he attack.
Soon, the crowd's fidgeting faded in Sora's mind, she only need to take notice of Mako for his is undoubtly cunning and must be watched so she won't fall for his traps.
Mako slashed his sword towards Sora, and she dodged easily as an old saying flashed in her mind: ~it is an advantage to attack than defend. For defending all you can do is wait for your opponent to tire.
"I must attack." Sora thoguht as she gasped for air. For Mako had broughted his sword down more forcefully than she had expected, Sora could not help but to edge back a few inches which nearly caused her to stumble and fall.
Mako thrusted his sword again this time, slower and Sora easily blocked, not realising it's a trick as she added more force behind her block turning it into an attack as well as defence. Mako grinned as Sora fell neatly into his trap. He had expected her to act this way, adding more force and become less well balaced. He lifted his lef and give a powerful kick at Sora's chest.
Sora fell back hard nearly hitting her head, and before she have a chance to recover from this painful attack, Mako brought his sword down, determined to pierce Sora through her heart. She clumsily blocked just in time to save herself.
Mako seeing victory in sight, smirked.
"Well, two can play that game." Sora noticing Mako's attention wandered, kicked hime in the groin. He winced and fell back which gave Sora enough time to quickly get up. Just then, another saying popped into her mind and she grinned for a second: ~when you have to kick, kick low.
She waited for Mako to get up again, winning using cheap stunts are not her idea of a proper fight.
Mako slowly got up as he realised Sora have not and is not coming after him. As he stood up, Sora noticed something very different about Mako. He acted as if he doesn't care whether he lives or dies. The glimmer in his eyes is gone. He is acting as if he is a puppet.
Sora suddenly understood, Mako has been controlled, he is not acting of his own free will.
"I must not hurt him too badly." Sora promised silently.
Mako, as soon as he got on his feet, lunged towards her, intending to knock her down. Sora waited until he came near enough before jumping out of teh way. Mako unable to stop, fell once again.
He growled as he got up and as fast as he could, he swiped his swords against his opponent.
Seeing this, Sora slid her sword around Mako's sword and twisted it. Mako's sword flew off, realising this would be the best chance to end the battle, she hited Mako's head forcefully and knocked him out.
'I'm sorry.' Sora whispered, 'but I couldn't afford you to attack again. You'll kill yourself.' Slowly, the world around her appeared again, the crowd was cheering and some people were actually running towards the arena and one of them was definitly Yamato.
Exhausted, Sora could not hold herself together any longer and fainted. Never realising someone hiding in the shadow.
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'Where am I?' Sora opened her eyes and found herself at a freezing and dark room which looked nothing like any place she knows.
'Why, my dear girl!' The strong masculine voice lured Sora to stand up and face the figure in the shadow. 'Haven't people told you that one is most vulnerable when he/she is asleep?'
'Who are you? What do you want with me?' Sora's sleepy senses all become and alert while she did her best to remain calm.
'You see, who I am is not important. What's important is that you hand over all my powers back!'
'Your powers? What are you talking about?' Sora asked innocently.
"Don't you dare act dumb in front of me!' He let a howl of rage. 'Didn't you know it was my magic you used when you nearly killed the cook, summoned the horse and teleported yourself to the arena?'
'I must be quite powerful.' Sora awed.
'You idoit, of course you're powerful when you stole most of a Band3 wizard's power!' The man came out of the shadow as he threw his hands up in despair.
'Band3?' Sora knew what is Band3. She has been thoroughly educated about this during her years in the castle. Band1 is common magicians who uses gestures, most talented people could do that. Bind2 is harder but it is where almost everyone who had power fits in. They give commands by spells or chants. Band3s are called enchanter or in her case, an enchantress, they uses thoughts to create magic and the number of the Band3s out there are scarce.
'What is Band3?' Sora asked again as clueless as she could possibly manage. Innocence might just be her best defence.
'Fool! What have you been learning?' The man took another few paces foward and this time, Sora are able to see him more clearly.
9-lives, Sora called him in secret since his features did quite resemble a cat. His large blue and green heterochromia (A/N: in this case, heterochromia means the iris of eyes of the one person has two different colors not some kind of sickness!) eyes were shaped like foxes' giving him the cunning air of a cat. His long blue hair which fell to the floor could barely hide his pointed elf ears.
9-lives, although demented is still quite handsome as Sora observed.
But as she leaned forward to take another more detailed look, Sora felt herself slowly dissapearing.
Yamato is calling her!
"NO!' 9-lives jumped forward desperately trying to grap onto Sora, but he was too slow, she had completely dissapeared.
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'Sam! Sam, wake up please!' Yamato called while pacing back and forth in his room. He had to carry Sora to his room since her room was locked and no key was found.
But having Sora in his room is the the problem that is bothering hime right now. The trouble started when Sora collapsed after the exhausting battle. Taichi and Izzy went to help the devastated Jyou and left him to carry "Sam" back to "his" room. As Yamato lifted "Sam" up, he could not help to notice the two bulging areas on "Sam's" chest. The realisation of the fact that "Sam" might be a girl hit him.
'Sam, for christ sake, wake up now!' Yamato was getting impatient.
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Well, here I am finally finishing this chapter! (yes, describing fights came hard to me)
I hope you have enjoyed it, if not, I will try harder next chapter. (I guess things do get a little more interesting)
Oh, one more thing, when someone picks you up, they CAN feel and see whether you are a girl or not.
Raie
yeah yeah, you all know the stuff... I am going to stop fussing and get on with the story.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The sound of metal crashing metal rang in Jyou's ear and brought to his attention that he is not in the realm of the dead. He lifted his head to see who is his knight in shiny armour. But when he glanced, he was surprised; he saw an auburn haired young woman in a pale white tunic protecting him with her radian sword.
Jyou gasped, his inner thoughts argued with his mind. "Get a grip! Ther is no girl in this arena, at least not one that knows how to use a sword anyway." He closed his eyes to calm his thoughts and looked again. Not to his surprise, the girl in white tunic was only illusory. It was only Sam Takenouchi in white shirt and breeches to the rescue.
'He yielded, you've won. What more do you want Mako of Southerngate?' Sora's fierce brown eyes locked with the muddle green ones of Mako's. This was all new to Sora, fighting in public as amusent, but somehow, she was not a bit afraid.
Mako sneered. 'You, Takenouchi, better get out of here before I bash you up like you pathetic friend over there.' He jerked his head indicating Jyou. 'I'll be honorable and give you the count of three for you to sheathe your sword. I'll start now, ONE...'
Sora could feel the fire rising in her. 'You must be out of your mind!' She glared at Mako. 'I do not desert my friend for you to slaughter while I watch it as entertainment. You can count to one million for all I care, I am not leaving until you back off.'
'Then prepare for your doom,' he smirked. 'I can guarentee your death.'
'Such a big talk for someone who's performance in swordsplay is so average.' Sora muttered loud enough for him to hear and added silently at the end grudgingly. 'although mine's is not better than his.'
Sora started to focus, her senses became sharper, every movemment Mako makes, she observed and became more alert. It was hard to tell when might he attack.
Soon, the crowd's fidgeting faded in Sora's mind, she only need to take notice of Mako for his is undoubtly cunning and must be watched so she won't fall for his traps.
Mako slashed his sword towards Sora, and she dodged easily as an old saying flashed in her mind: ~it is an advantage to attack than defend. For defending all you can do is wait for your opponent to tire.
"I must attack." Sora thoguht as she gasped for air. For Mako had broughted his sword down more forcefully than she had expected, Sora could not help but to edge back a few inches which nearly caused her to stumble and fall.
Mako thrusted his sword again this time, slower and Sora easily blocked, not realising it's a trick as she added more force behind her block turning it into an attack as well as defence. Mako grinned as Sora fell neatly into his trap. He had expected her to act this way, adding more force and become less well balaced. He lifted his lef and give a powerful kick at Sora's chest.
Sora fell back hard nearly hitting her head, and before she have a chance to recover from this painful attack, Mako brought his sword down, determined to pierce Sora through her heart. She clumsily blocked just in time to save herself.
Mako seeing victory in sight, smirked.
"Well, two can play that game." Sora noticing Mako's attention wandered, kicked hime in the groin. He winced and fell back which gave Sora enough time to quickly get up. Just then, another saying popped into her mind and she grinned for a second: ~when you have to kick, kick low.
She waited for Mako to get up again, winning using cheap stunts are not her idea of a proper fight.
Mako slowly got up as he realised Sora have not and is not coming after him. As he stood up, Sora noticed something very different about Mako. He acted as if he doesn't care whether he lives or dies. The glimmer in his eyes is gone. He is acting as if he is a puppet.
Sora suddenly understood, Mako has been controlled, he is not acting of his own free will.
"I must not hurt him too badly." Sora promised silently.
Mako, as soon as he got on his feet, lunged towards her, intending to knock her down. Sora waited until he came near enough before jumping out of teh way. Mako unable to stop, fell once again.
He growled as he got up and as fast as he could, he swiped his swords against his opponent.
Seeing this, Sora slid her sword around Mako's sword and twisted it. Mako's sword flew off, realising this would be the best chance to end the battle, she hited Mako's head forcefully and knocked him out.
'I'm sorry.' Sora whispered, 'but I couldn't afford you to attack again. You'll kill yourself.' Slowly, the world around her appeared again, the crowd was cheering and some people were actually running towards the arena and one of them was definitly Yamato.
Exhausted, Sora could not hold herself together any longer and fainted. Never realising someone hiding in the shadow.
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'Where am I?' Sora opened her eyes and found herself at a freezing and dark room which looked nothing like any place she knows.
'Why, my dear girl!' The strong masculine voice lured Sora to stand up and face the figure in the shadow. 'Haven't people told you that one is most vulnerable when he/she is asleep?'
'Who are you? What do you want with me?' Sora's sleepy senses all become and alert while she did her best to remain calm.
'You see, who I am is not important. What's important is that you hand over all my powers back!'
'Your powers? What are you talking about?' Sora asked innocently.
"Don't you dare act dumb in front of me!' He let a howl of rage. 'Didn't you know it was my magic you used when you nearly killed the cook, summoned the horse and teleported yourself to the arena?'
'I must be quite powerful.' Sora awed.
'You idoit, of course you're powerful when you stole most of a Band3 wizard's power!' The man came out of the shadow as he threw his hands up in despair.
'Band3?' Sora knew what is Band3. She has been thoroughly educated about this during her years in the castle. Band1 is common magicians who uses gestures, most talented people could do that. Bind2 is harder but it is where almost everyone who had power fits in. They give commands by spells or chants. Band3s are called enchanter or in her case, an enchantress, they uses thoughts to create magic and the number of the Band3s out there are scarce.
'What is Band3?' Sora asked again as clueless as she could possibly manage. Innocence might just be her best defence.
'Fool! What have you been learning?' The man took another few paces foward and this time, Sora are able to see him more clearly.
9-lives, Sora called him in secret since his features did quite resemble a cat. His large blue and green heterochromia (A/N: in this case, heterochromia means the iris of eyes of the one person has two different colors not some kind of sickness!) eyes were shaped like foxes' giving him the cunning air of a cat. His long blue hair which fell to the floor could barely hide his pointed elf ears.
9-lives, although demented is still quite handsome as Sora observed.
But as she leaned forward to take another more detailed look, Sora felt herself slowly dissapearing.
Yamato is calling her!
"NO!' 9-lives jumped forward desperately trying to grap onto Sora, but he was too slow, she had completely dissapeared.
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'Sam! Sam, wake up please!' Yamato called while pacing back and forth in his room. He had to carry Sora to his room since her room was locked and no key was found.
But having Sora in his room is the the problem that is bothering hime right now. The trouble started when Sora collapsed after the exhausting battle. Taichi and Izzy went to help the devastated Jyou and left him to carry "Sam" back to "his" room. As Yamato lifted "Sam" up, he could not help to notice the two bulging areas on "Sam's" chest. The realisation of the fact that "Sam" might be a girl hit him.
'Sam, for christ sake, wake up now!' Yamato was getting impatient.
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Well, here I am finally finishing this chapter! (yes, describing fights came hard to me)
I hope you have enjoyed it, if not, I will try harder next chapter. (I guess things do get a little more interesting)
Oh, one more thing, when someone picks you up, they CAN feel and see whether you are a girl or not.
Raie