*I do not own anything to do with Spirited Away. Please, I don't have enough money to begin with without people suing me!*
Chapter 2- Dying To Meet You.
As Kaonashi entered the building, he realized he was going to have to dig deeper into his pockets to obtain this structure of immense beauty. The walls were made of the same gold as the outer building, only these walls were elaborately carved to depict a great many things, including ancient gods and goddesses of religions long dead, and the evils they had to battle. The room he had entered seemed to be a dance hall. It was filled with people dancing and conversing. The only decor in the room was one long table. On the right side of the table were exactly thirteen bottles of wine, eight of which had been emptied, presumably by a group of middle-aged men with glasses in their hands and the coordination of drunkards. However, it was what was residing at the left side of the table that really hooked his concentrations.
To the left was a pair of young women, both equally beautiful in their own right. The first was tall and filled out in all the right places, with raven black hair loose on her shoulders and down to her waist. Her most striking feature was her eyes. They were a blue the color of pale sky, and they made the girl's eyes look intense and seductive. Her lips were a fiery red, and her dress was black. She was conversing with the other girl, who was shorter and much thinner, almost to the point where it looked unhealthy. She looked about fifteen years of age, whereas the taller could be eighteen at the very least. The shorter girl also had raven black hair, but it was tied back tightly with a gray ribbon. Her eyes were also gray, but these eyes were like none Kaonashi had ever seen before. They were such a pale gray they could be mistaken for white, and her eyes seemed cruel and unusual. However, it was this cruelty that attracted Kaonashi to her.
Kaonashi had wandered the streets enough in his life to know the tricks of the trade in getting women to be seduced by him. He was attractive enough: Black hair, eyes like coal, a body women would sell their souls to hold. Add the inheritance, and he was completely set. He was confident, perhaps too confident, that this girl could never resist him. He casually strolled through the crowds of people, and leaned against the wall right in front of the shorter girl, his arms crossed in such a way that his muscles protruded. The shorter girl made a quick nod with her head in his direction, which the taller girl immediately picked up, and the taller girl walked away, leaving the two alone. The shorter girl turned to face her admirer, and Kaonashi dared to step closer. He spoke with words coated in honey,
"Hello there. I'm new around these parts. What might your name be?" His smile grew a little wider.
"Who's asking?" She stared straight into his eyes when she said this. The girl's voice was flat, almost monotone. Her face showed no sign of emotion whatsoever. This threw Kaonashi off, but not enough to keep him from coming up with a sensual comeback,
"Well, you're a feisty one, aren't you? If you really must know..." He came even closer to her, for dramatic effect, "My name..." He put his arms around her as the finishing touch, "...is Kaonashi."
"They call me Karochi." She almost spat the words out at him. She didn't even flinch, or look away. The girl has some nerve, Kaonashi thought, but the saucier they are, the better. "Karochi, huh..." Even the name felt like tin in his mouth, "Lovely name."
"Liar." Her gray eyes were becoming more and more sinister by the minute. Kaonashi's patience was steadily growing thin.
"Now, you listen to me. I don't even think you know who I am, what power you're dealing with! I am KAONASHI. My line..."
"I know exactly who you are, and I do not wish to hear any of your self-glorification. You know not what power I wield, either, so you should not be so quick to call yourself superior. You want my house, do you not? The gold entices you, does it not? Well, you cannot have it, I do not care what price you name. Leave me be, and take your sensuality with you."
"Is that what you think I want?" Kaonashi replied, feeling lighter by the second. So, the girl was on the defensive about the house, was she? The girl was obviously a smart one. Then again, she was only a woman, and nothing that he should fret about.
"Yes, and I do believe you would also enjoy a one night stand, in which I am sorry to disappoint you twice, but you will not be getting from me, either." Corpus bones, he thought. What rotten luck! However, he was a stubborn man, and was to be relentless... But he would not get any farther with her on that night, for the staggering drunkards were approaching them. They laughed and staggered over to him in a great mob, what motive they were bent upon was still unclear. Kaonashi took a few steps back, reaching into his back pocket, and fingering the blade it held within. He always carried that blade around with him on his walks, for he never knew what sort of foolish person might try to brandish a weapon against his immaculate self. He snarled and said, "Foolish people! Leave me to my business." Having said that, he turned and made a motion with his head towards Karochi.
"You won't be gettin' anywhere with 'er, unless ye' plan on getting a broken bottl' in th' 'ead!" Shouted one of them, in an accent Kaonashi did not quite recognize. The drunkards all laughed after the statement they had made. their belly-laughs and guffaws did nothing for Kaonashi's temper. His blood was easily sent into a boil, as it was on this night. He was so taken with rage that he threw a quite violent tantrum in the situation. He readied the blade in his hands, and screeched at the intoxicated men, "I AM KAONASHI, SON OF THE GREAT..."
"Who gives a damn, boy!" Shouted another one, "You're just a fancy-pants know-nothing! I bet you're not even sixty yet!" Another laugh ensued. Kaonashi did not know quite what they were referring to when they said 'I bet you're not even sixty yet' when he was obviously not even twenty, but he did not dwell on it. What he dwelled upon was the horrible laughter of the drunkards, poisoning his ego as well as his mind. He was unaccustomed to being laughed at, for he was the one that was almost always doing the laughing. Now, faced with this new adversity, he acted with unholy rage upon an animal instinct which would haunt him the rest of his days: With the knife in his hands and excess anger to blind him, as well as the heritage of rage-driven lunatics his family never spoke of, he took the knife. With strength in apathy, he raised it high over his head, and bore it down upon one of the drunkards. Unfortunately, it was one who had really said nothing against him. The poor fool sputtered and gasped blood, and out of shock for what he had just done, Kaonashi immediately removed the blade from the doomed man. The man fell on the floor, coughing, and the others surrounded him. It was only a half a moment after that when the coughing ended. "Dead!" one of them shouted. "Another is to join the spirits now. Traveler, was he not?" "Oh, I hope that ugly wretch didn't make it too painful for him..."
Kaonashi had no time to repent what he had done, or to do anything, except run, and that he did. He ran out of the building, as fast as his legs could carry him. He met little resistance as he escaped the golden structure, and fled to the city streets. He rushed through the crowds of people, racing for his life. He ran and he ran and did not cease running, not even to look back, until he reached outside the borders the city, for it was then that he realized that there was no one pursuing him, and that the music had stopped. As he turned around, he also realized that the city had seemingly disappeared, and in its place was a cold, desolate wasteland of a village, with the uniform bricks and cobblestones as all the rest. However, he would waste no time in exploring the new village that had taken his place. Like the little pig he was, he ran and he ran all the way home.
*What will happen next? Find out next time in Chapter 3! Until then, reviews are greatly appreciated, and a special thanks to Aurani, Mandarin Huntress, goosey, KhusaruMeseiko, and ChaosWing for the reviews so far. They've helped me a lot.*
~Astaire
Chapter 2- Dying To Meet You.
As Kaonashi entered the building, he realized he was going to have to dig deeper into his pockets to obtain this structure of immense beauty. The walls were made of the same gold as the outer building, only these walls were elaborately carved to depict a great many things, including ancient gods and goddesses of religions long dead, and the evils they had to battle. The room he had entered seemed to be a dance hall. It was filled with people dancing and conversing. The only decor in the room was one long table. On the right side of the table were exactly thirteen bottles of wine, eight of which had been emptied, presumably by a group of middle-aged men with glasses in their hands and the coordination of drunkards. However, it was what was residing at the left side of the table that really hooked his concentrations.
To the left was a pair of young women, both equally beautiful in their own right. The first was tall and filled out in all the right places, with raven black hair loose on her shoulders and down to her waist. Her most striking feature was her eyes. They were a blue the color of pale sky, and they made the girl's eyes look intense and seductive. Her lips were a fiery red, and her dress was black. She was conversing with the other girl, who was shorter and much thinner, almost to the point where it looked unhealthy. She looked about fifteen years of age, whereas the taller could be eighteen at the very least. The shorter girl also had raven black hair, but it was tied back tightly with a gray ribbon. Her eyes were also gray, but these eyes were like none Kaonashi had ever seen before. They were such a pale gray they could be mistaken for white, and her eyes seemed cruel and unusual. However, it was this cruelty that attracted Kaonashi to her.
Kaonashi had wandered the streets enough in his life to know the tricks of the trade in getting women to be seduced by him. He was attractive enough: Black hair, eyes like coal, a body women would sell their souls to hold. Add the inheritance, and he was completely set. He was confident, perhaps too confident, that this girl could never resist him. He casually strolled through the crowds of people, and leaned against the wall right in front of the shorter girl, his arms crossed in such a way that his muscles protruded. The shorter girl made a quick nod with her head in his direction, which the taller girl immediately picked up, and the taller girl walked away, leaving the two alone. The shorter girl turned to face her admirer, and Kaonashi dared to step closer. He spoke with words coated in honey,
"Hello there. I'm new around these parts. What might your name be?" His smile grew a little wider.
"Who's asking?" She stared straight into his eyes when she said this. The girl's voice was flat, almost monotone. Her face showed no sign of emotion whatsoever. This threw Kaonashi off, but not enough to keep him from coming up with a sensual comeback,
"Well, you're a feisty one, aren't you? If you really must know..." He came even closer to her, for dramatic effect, "My name..." He put his arms around her as the finishing touch, "...is Kaonashi."
"They call me Karochi." She almost spat the words out at him. She didn't even flinch, or look away. The girl has some nerve, Kaonashi thought, but the saucier they are, the better. "Karochi, huh..." Even the name felt like tin in his mouth, "Lovely name."
"Liar." Her gray eyes were becoming more and more sinister by the minute. Kaonashi's patience was steadily growing thin.
"Now, you listen to me. I don't even think you know who I am, what power you're dealing with! I am KAONASHI. My line..."
"I know exactly who you are, and I do not wish to hear any of your self-glorification. You know not what power I wield, either, so you should not be so quick to call yourself superior. You want my house, do you not? The gold entices you, does it not? Well, you cannot have it, I do not care what price you name. Leave me be, and take your sensuality with you."
"Is that what you think I want?" Kaonashi replied, feeling lighter by the second. So, the girl was on the defensive about the house, was she? The girl was obviously a smart one. Then again, she was only a woman, and nothing that he should fret about.
"Yes, and I do believe you would also enjoy a one night stand, in which I am sorry to disappoint you twice, but you will not be getting from me, either." Corpus bones, he thought. What rotten luck! However, he was a stubborn man, and was to be relentless... But he would not get any farther with her on that night, for the staggering drunkards were approaching them. They laughed and staggered over to him in a great mob, what motive they were bent upon was still unclear. Kaonashi took a few steps back, reaching into his back pocket, and fingering the blade it held within. He always carried that blade around with him on his walks, for he never knew what sort of foolish person might try to brandish a weapon against his immaculate self. He snarled and said, "Foolish people! Leave me to my business." Having said that, he turned and made a motion with his head towards Karochi.
"You won't be gettin' anywhere with 'er, unless ye' plan on getting a broken bottl' in th' 'ead!" Shouted one of them, in an accent Kaonashi did not quite recognize. The drunkards all laughed after the statement they had made. their belly-laughs and guffaws did nothing for Kaonashi's temper. His blood was easily sent into a boil, as it was on this night. He was so taken with rage that he threw a quite violent tantrum in the situation. He readied the blade in his hands, and screeched at the intoxicated men, "I AM KAONASHI, SON OF THE GREAT..."
"Who gives a damn, boy!" Shouted another one, "You're just a fancy-pants know-nothing! I bet you're not even sixty yet!" Another laugh ensued. Kaonashi did not know quite what they were referring to when they said 'I bet you're not even sixty yet' when he was obviously not even twenty, but he did not dwell on it. What he dwelled upon was the horrible laughter of the drunkards, poisoning his ego as well as his mind. He was unaccustomed to being laughed at, for he was the one that was almost always doing the laughing. Now, faced with this new adversity, he acted with unholy rage upon an animal instinct which would haunt him the rest of his days: With the knife in his hands and excess anger to blind him, as well as the heritage of rage-driven lunatics his family never spoke of, he took the knife. With strength in apathy, he raised it high over his head, and bore it down upon one of the drunkards. Unfortunately, it was one who had really said nothing against him. The poor fool sputtered and gasped blood, and out of shock for what he had just done, Kaonashi immediately removed the blade from the doomed man. The man fell on the floor, coughing, and the others surrounded him. It was only a half a moment after that when the coughing ended. "Dead!" one of them shouted. "Another is to join the spirits now. Traveler, was he not?" "Oh, I hope that ugly wretch didn't make it too painful for him..."
Kaonashi had no time to repent what he had done, or to do anything, except run, and that he did. He ran out of the building, as fast as his legs could carry him. He met little resistance as he escaped the golden structure, and fled to the city streets. He rushed through the crowds of people, racing for his life. He ran and he ran and did not cease running, not even to look back, until he reached outside the borders the city, for it was then that he realized that there was no one pursuing him, and that the music had stopped. As he turned around, he also realized that the city had seemingly disappeared, and in its place was a cold, desolate wasteland of a village, with the uniform bricks and cobblestones as all the rest. However, he would waste no time in exploring the new village that had taken his place. Like the little pig he was, he ran and he ran all the way home.
*What will happen next? Find out next time in Chapter 3! Until then, reviews are greatly appreciated, and a special thanks to Aurani, Mandarin Huntress, goosey, KhusaruMeseiko, and ChaosWing for the reviews so far. They've helped me a lot.*
~Astaire