Author's notes: I AM ALIVE!!!! *rises out of the coffin with smoke all around* MWAHAHAHA!!!
(~_~) Darn. School's back. Gomen nasai minna- san! I just had TOO many sh**ty homeworks. And monologues. My head is near to bursting like a watermelon! *AARRGGHH!*
Anyway… I'm really sorry for leaving it hanging like that… I sort of lost my creative juices in the middle of it so… hehehe. Oh yeah, I think this will be over soon… about 5 or less chappies. *yay!* Well, here it is then! ^_^
WARNING!!: rated for violence. (though it's not really written that good… violence is violence. So if you hate bloodshed, war, blah blah… don't read. ^_^)
Disclaimer: *Ms. Dis Claimer: Do a monologue in exchange for the rights of rurouni kenshin!!* NOOOOO!!!! *sigh* hai, hai… I don't own it then. *sob*
The Vampire Aoshi
By Tesuka- chan
Misao almost fainted. No… It can't be…
Fuuma.
"Fuuma!"
Misao controlled herself before she cried out in shock, anger, and sorrow. Fuuma… that sweet boy I taught in kindergarten… It can't be! No… He's not real… it's just some illusion or something… Shiro can't be Fuuma!
"Misao- sensei," The green eyes, looking very much the same as Shiro's emerald green ones, glimmered. "I am sorry for deceiving you. I had to do it… for my plan." A sardonic smile was in his lips, stating that he's not really sorry at all. In fact, he looked pleased as he studied the shocked faces of Misao, Aoshi, and the king. He narrowed his eyes. Which reminds me… "I am afraid, king-sama, that I have to dispose of you now." He said politely.
The sound of the unsheathing of two swords is heard.
"No." Aoshi walked calmly towards Fuuma, his body tense, muscles ready and taut. His eyes, now turned silver, spoke of death… and not of his own. "You have to pass me first." A few meters away from the boy, he paused and readied, his body slowly forming to a stance.
The eerie sound of a boy's cynical laughter rang out the whole throne room.
"You!" Emerald eyes were wide and crazed. "You will never beat me! You are a weakling… not fit to have the honor of battling me." He lowered his head, brown bangs covering his eyes. "Get out of my way." He waved his arm to the side.
Aoshi, surprised, felt a pull so strong, that he couldn't stop it, even if he knew about it. He flew to the side, slamming hard to a pillar, and finally sliding down the slippery surface. What the hell?! No creature on Nifleheim can have that much power. He thought as he winced, holding his bruised upper arm. Especially a vampire. He started standing up, and he felt a hand holding him down. He looked up and saw the determined glint in his father's red eyes.
"I'll handle this, son. I haven't had a decent fight in years!" the king flashed a grin. "It might take me back to the old days…" His tone became serious as his gaze glanced on the boy with an evil grin on his lips, and went on to Misao across the hall, who was slumped to the floor, hands lightly covering her mouth as she suppressed her scream. Tears were threatening to spill over her beautiful blue eyes. The king's grip on his son's shoulder tightened as he gave out a last warning. "Protect her, Aoshi. Protect her with all your life."
The king strode in the middle of the hall, his stature screaming of royalty and commanding respect. He dropped his coat and flexed his broad shoulders. "I accept your challenge, Shiro."
The boy looked up and smiled sweetly then. "Hai. Wouldn't you want to play a bit first, king-sama?" He snapped his small fingers…
…and a spiral black stone broke off from the ceiling and came down rapidly to where Misao was.
"Misao! Move!" Aoshi screamed and ran towards her. No… I'm too far…
Misao sat, shock evident in her face. She couldn't move. Some unknown force was keeping her rooted in place, keeping her from rolling out. She closed her eyes as the tip of the spiral was closing in quickly. Kami- sama… I'm going to die now for sure. She waited. When no piercing pain came, she blinked and looked up – the glinting tip a mere inch from the tip of her nose. Oh. My. Kami- sama.
Aoshi stopped running, his brain not entirely accepting what he is seeing in front of him. The huge slab of stone hung in the air just above Misao's nose. Just like an inverted Christmas tree. What the -?
"Good. I thought you've lost your touch, king- sama." Fuuma smiled. "Unfortunately, you're not as strong as before." He lowered his arm, but the spiral still stayed put.
The king steadied his arm, sweat breaking out of his forehead, but a grin still plastered on his face. "I'm not that old, Shiro." He swept up his fingers, making the spiral twist up and smash to the wall. "Now, no more games. We'll fight now. Swords." The king faced the boy, reached out to his side, and unsheathed a silver, thin blade, in all its shining glory.
"Alright then." The red mist shrouded the boy, and a tall figure rose out from it. Shiro smiled, and procured a sword – unnaturally silver green, an evil aura surrounding it. He held it out in front of him. "But first…" He waved both his hands, and both Aoshi and Misao were lifted up and encased individually in a mist- like globe, which is surprisingly sturdy. From above, they could clearly see the stage below, and the fight that is going to happen shortly.
"A proscenium seat isn't at all bad up there, isn't it?" Shiro laughed, a cold sound that resonated around the hall. "Now. We begin."
He rushed forward at lightning speed.
But the king was ready for him.
Silver met green.
Iteee…. Ow! Kaoru winced as she opened her eyes and sat up. She looked at her arm, the source of her discomfort, dried blood stuck on it. She cleaned it as best as she could with her skirt and saw the mark. A bite mark. A bit annoyed, she tore off a piece of her under skirt and bandaged her arm crudely. Then she looked around.
A candle was lit on top of a small stone table, giving her enough light to look at her surroundings. She was sitting on a cold floor, in a dark, musty room, with walls made of gray stone. Besides the table, there are no other furniture. A door, most probably locked from the outside, was on her left. She shivered. Where am I? Last thing I remembered was a hideous goblin, or something, biting me, and then Enishi coming towards me with his horse. She shook her head, trying to clear her groggy mind. No, wait… there were vague scenes of trees and a black castle… the castle! I'm in some part of the castle! She stood up, wincing at the pain from her arm but ignoring it anyway. She headed towards the door. If this is the castle, then I can…
The door suddenly opened, swinging outward.
Kaoru gasped. Enishi.
She ran to him awkwardly, glad that he's here, glad that he came. "Enishi! What am I doing here? Come on, let's go. I have to tell the king…" She tugged at him, and looked up.
He was smiling, looking at her with those cold turquoise eyes. "I don't think so. I brought you here. You are my prisoner now… you are mine now. I'll just have to finish the job."
Panic welled up inside Kaoru. What is he talking about? She backed up into the room as he started towards her, walking calmly and confidently. Her eyes widened as she realized something… Oh no! is he going to rape me? Frantic, she pushed at him and tried running for it to the door. But he was able to grip her ankle, making her fall down. "Get off, you pervert!" She screamed. She kicked and squirmed, trying to get out of his firm grasp. "Help! Somebody!"
"No one can hear you. We're at the farthest end of the castle. So give it up!" He laughed as he pulled her towards him, her body sliding at the floor, arm bumping to the doorframe, pain flashing behind her eyelids. She tried to struggle, tried to get away, but to no avail. It's hopeless. She was weak, losing that much blood. She can't do anything now…
"Get your hands off her."
Enishi stopped and sat up, bringing Kaoru with him, his arms locking around her body. His eyes narrowed and the corner of his lips quirked up as he recognized the figure by the door. "Ah. Himura. What a pleasant surprise… so you followed me. You shouldn't have done that." He said, eye twitching.
"Release her or die." Kenshin said coldly, yellow eyes not giving anything away. He held out his black wooden sword in front of him, the smooth surface flashing.
Kenshin! Kaoru almost cried in relief. Then she realized what he was going to do. He was going to fight the vampire… just to save her. "No Kenshin! Get out of here!"
The vampire laughed maniacally. "How sweet." He tightened his hold on the girl and sniffed at the Jasmine scent of her hair, eyes closed. "Too bad she's mine now." He buried his face on her hair and stared at the seething slayer. "We'll just have to fight, one on one."
He stood up, dragging Kaoru with him, and went over to the stone table. He roughly pushed her down and there were chains that she hadn't noticed before. She was imprisoned. "Kenshin! I can take care of myself… he'll kill you! Go!"
"I'll protect you, Kaoru, no matter what." He followed Enishi cautiously outside the door, entering a courtyard. From Kaoru's point of view, she could see everything through the door. Kenshin situated himself at her far left moving into position, yellow eyes flashing. Enishi moved into the far right, drawing out a sword.
For a second, all was quiet.
Then both fighters moved simultaneously, jumping in the air so fast that Kaoru couldn't see… even if tears weren't blinding her vision. A flash, and the loud sound of the meeting of swords is heard.
Black met white.
[The Dance of the Swords…]
They parried, blow by blow, looking for an opening. Both are equally gifted, equally great in his talent. Both determined to win no matter what. Too much is at stake.
[The two ends of the castle will flash at the dawn of the flaming dragon]
The sky was blood red, mirroring the intentions of Enishi and Kenshin. Either one of them will win. Only one of them will win.
A loud clang brought the two swords together, hilt to hilt, yellow versus turquoise. Both pushed away at the same time.
He's good, for a human vermin. Enishi thought. Still, he must be disposed of. I will have my sweet Kaoru, and no one will stop me. He smiled eerily. "Giving up, Himura?"
He put his sword back to its sheath. Yellow eyes flashed. "Never." He waited. Patience is the key.
Enishi smirked, "Now, you die." He rushed forward.
Battousai waited.
The vampire was only five meters away now. Wait. Three meters. Two. Almost… One! And he slashed… on air. His eyes narrowed. Above. He continued his momentum, angling it upwards. It pierced skin.
Enishi landed on his feet a few meters away from where Kenshin was standing. He felt his shoulder… it was bleeding. He narrowed his eyes. "Bravo, Himura. You were able to wound me so. But there won't be a next time." He quickly vanished.
Battousai enhanced his senses to be able to detect Enishi. He must be aware, must not lose concentration. But then… he heard a gasp. Distracted, he looked towards the open chamber, seeing Kaoru in chains, too pale for her own good. She was looking at her two fingers. Blood was dripping down from them. His heart twisted.
Suddenly, a sword came out of nowhere, piercing his side. Kenshin retaliated, striking back. A fast paced exchange of blows was on. Battousai was weakened – the image of Kaoru in that awful state imbedded on his mind – not being able to deflect most of the blows. Cuts and bruises were on his arms, shoulders, and body. He jumped out of the way, just as Enishi gave a powerful slash on the side. Weary and tired, he stood shakily, leaning on his sword, black and threatening.
Kaoru was watching the match, worried to her very soul. She had brought her fingers to her throat, which was throbbing for some reason. In her surprise, something wet and sticky was there. She looked at her fingers and saw blood. Blood? I didn't know that I had a wound in my throat. She brought it up again, feeling for the extent of the wound… there seemed to be two small puncture holes. Weird. Puncture holes? What would cause such a … Then the truth hit her. She was bitten. She had been bitten by a vampire… by Enishi most likely. No wonder she felt weak. No wonder she didn't have the strength to struggle for long… there was barely a drop of blood on her body. She trembled, feeling the effects of it. "Kenshin…" she was able to choke out.
Kenshin suddenly whirled around at the whisper, and he was scared. For the first time on a very long time, he was scared. Kaoru was dying. His heart beating rapidly and completely ignoring Enishi, he started towards Kaoru, albeit laboriously. "KAORU!"
A sudden pain in his shoulder caused him to halt. Eyes wide, he managed to turn his head around… and met the flashing turquoise eyes of his opponent.
"We aren't finished yet." Enishi smiled… and pushed his sword further, deeper into Kenshin's shoulder. Kenshin cried out in pain and collapsed. "Now we are." He kicked the redhead lying on the ground and made towards Kaoru.
"KENSHIN!!!" Kaoru screamed, her voice full of sorrow and pain. No… this can't be happening… because of her, Kenshin might be dead! Her eyes filled with tears. Kenshin.
"Don't worry, my sweet Kaoru. You're with me now." The vampire approached her, softly cupping her face. She was perspiring and gasping. Good. It's almost time. "I'll just have to take more of your blood." He tilted her neck and bit.
Kenshin struggled up.
He saw Enishi bite Kaoru's neck.
He saw the beautiful too-pale face of Kaoru.
He saw the blood on her.
The pain, the anger, the sorrow… his emotions had mixed up rather crazily… He had to release it. His eyes turned dark amethyst, his arm pointed to Enishi. Release it. And he did.
A dark purple light shot through his arm and out the tips of his fingers. It went straight towards the feeding Enishi. The vampire's turquoise eyes dilated, a shock went throughout his whole body, his organs burning, his blood vessels popping. The heat was so intense that he was scratching like a madman, trying to take out the heat inside him. In a couple of seconds, he lay on the ground beside Kaoru, body producing thin wisps of smoke.
Kenshin walked towards Kaoru. He was sobbing by the time he got there. He sat beside her, holding her beautiful face gently with his bloody hands. "Kaoru… please, don't die on me… please…" He whispered hopelessly. He brushed her hair away from her face, wiped the blood and tears that left streaks on her perfect skin. "Kaoru…"
Kaoru fluttered her eyes open, an intense blue peeping out under long lashes. "Kenshin." She said softly. "I… want to thank you… and I'm so sorry. I'm so.. sorry." Trembling, her hand gently touched Kenshin's face. "I love you." Her eyes fluttered close, her right hand falling lifelessly on her side.
"KAORU!!!" He screamed out all his sorrow, this pain, this pain will never go as long as he lives. He had also loved her, her beautiful smile, her friendly attitude, everything about her. "Kaoru… my Kaoru. I love you." He rocked her head on his arms, his whole body trembling at the intensity of his despair. He kept repeating those words, those three words, but she will never hear them. He kissed her soft sweet lips, but it will never kiss back. She will never BE again.
A choking sound was heard behind him. "Maybe I- I can help. I had loved her too… in my own way. I had known that she wasn't a vampire from the start… yet she has captivated me. A vermin! And now… I have destroyed her." Enishi, still suffering from the blast he had received, moved closer to Kaoru and slit his wrist with his fangs. Blood welled up, and he tipped it over her red lips.
But her lips did not move. She was truly dead… it is too late for her to be made into one of the undead. Enishi sighed and lied back. "It was worth a try." He shook his head. "You're… a… witch. I should've known." He shook his head once again and laid back. Turquoise eyes forever closing to the dark.
Kenshin was still rocking her body against his. He has not cared about Enishi's attempt at bringing her back by giving her his blood. It would not be possible for a dead corpse to be brought back from the dead. He also didn't care about being a witch. He hadn't known… and he certainly does not care now. All he cares about is Kaoru. His sweet Kaoru. His sweet, dead Kaoru.
A breeze blew silently around the courtyard.
[The Dance of the Swords]
They parried, blow by blow, looking for an opening. Both are equally gifted, equally great in his talent. Both determined to win no matter what. Too much is at stake.
Aoshi sat, holding his fast healing side. He won't be able to take anymore of this, he thought as he watched the two below. He looked at the side, to the other misty cage parallel to his own prison, eyes misting over. I must find a way to take her out of here.
Misao gasped as the fight became heated up, the king weakening in each blow that Shiro gave him. She went down to his knees and pounded on the floor of the misty cage. Damn it! They have to stop this! I must do something! She looked at her hands, palms red and aching from pounding on the semi- transparent walls. Why can't I do anything? If I AM a Ch'nage, and I have great powers that king-sama is talking about, then why doesn't it come out when I need it desperately? Why? She choked back an angry sob and looked below just in time to see the king narrowly defending himself from Shiro's strong blow. She watched quietly, praying for a miracle.
The king jumped up after deflecting Shiro's attack. He's good. Really good. I must not underestimate him. He flew down, using gravity to strike a heavy blow on the opponent. He slashed diagonally downwards, and turned around just in time to prevent a cold green tip from slicing his throat. Fast! He jumped back, studying Shiro.
The smirk on his face never wavered. Shiro moved once more into position drawing back his heavy sword back. He moved swiftly, his sword seemingly attacking all places at ones. His emerald eyes glinted evilly as blood was drawn. "Enjoying yourself, my king?" he stated mockingly.
Damn. The king held his left arm, a huge gash bleeding from the shoulder to the elbow. He was barely able to defend himself. He looked at the wound. Why is it not healing? He thought he saw bits of green splinter- like particles embedded on the wound. Damn it again. Petrified wood. He turned a scathing red gaze at Shiro.
Shiro grinned widely. "Yes. Petrified wood. My sword is made from only the finest… the wood found on the bottom of a frozen lake in Greenland, the only one of it's kind." He licked a drop of blood from the blade of his sword and snickered. "Though if my sources were correct, yours is a pretty unique piece too. Excavated from the far north… a glacier in Alaska, I believe. A thin silver ice surrounding the crystal- like petrified wood. Not bad for an opponent." He then surged forward, moving on a god-like speed. "But not good enough too!"
The king also surged forward, towards the speeding opponent.
Emerald orbs darkened in surprise at the stupid act. He will never survive after this. He slashed on the king's torso and felt muscles and skin rip. I've got you now. Continuing his forward motion, he didn't realize that the king turned, silver sword pointing at the broad back of Shiro…
…and stabbing straight through skin, muscle, and organs.
Everything was still, the king's sword through Shiro's body, his hand still on the handle. Shiro's eyes were wide, more with surprised than pain. The two prisoners hovering above in the mist- cage were stunned, not a single breath was heard.
The king pulled out the bloody silver sword, and Shiro fell on his knees, gasping. He laughed, a cold, maniacal laughter. "Hell of a good move, king." He slumped on the floor, unmoving. Red, thick blood slowly covered the floor.
Serious and contemplative, the king sheathed his sword. Ignoring his wound, he used the power that is left in him to bring the two down safely. Misao quickly ran towards him. "King-sama! You did great!" she exclaimed. She then gasped, seeing the huge gash on his torso. "You're hurt!" She started tearing her underskirt to use as a bandage. A hand stopped her movements and she looked up at ruby red eyes, hazy with pain.
"Don't… bother." He gave her a lopsided smile and collapsed.
"Father!" Aoshi caught the falling man in his arms, an expression of pure sorrow in his face… the second time ever in his life. "No… you're strong! Don't give up, father!" Head whirling in emotions, Aoshi didn't realize a single tear dropping to his cheeks, down his chin, and splashing to the king's tattered clothes. "Father…"
Misao couldn't say anything. She knelt back, a bit holding back from father and son, weeping quietly. Her head bent, she was staring at her palms, now wet from the tears splashing down on them. Why? Why couldn't I do anything? She formed her hands into fists.
The king coughed, a trickle of blood on the corner of his mouth. "Hey. Don't worry, son. I'm getting sick and tired of living anyway. I can't wait to see your mother." He coughed again and grasped his son's arms. "Protect her, Aoshi. Protect her. She is the only…" He coughed continuously, face contorted in pain. His grasp slackened and fell on Aoshi's side.
"Don't speak. It will only make it harder for you. Rest now."
"You must protect her… must protect Nifleheim… the prophecies… remember…"
"Hush now." Aoshi couldn't make out what his father was talking about. He was rambling, and he supposed it was because of the intense pain. He held him closer to his chest.
Misao was too far away to figure out the conversation. She didn't care, wouldn't care anyway. It was between father and son, and that was sacred. She looked up, seeing Aoshi overcame with sorrow. Tears flooded her eyes again and wiped them away. I must be strong… for Aoshi. Then a shadow moved from the corner of her eye. She whipped her head and saw 'Fuuma' smiling evilly, holding the twisted green sword in his hands. What the…? I thought he was dead! He moved swiftly, sword jutted out, coming towards Aoshi and the king. She screamed. "AOSHI! WATCH OUT BEHIND YOU!"
Aoshi vaguely heard what Misao screamed out, deep he was in his sorrow. The king moved, in the prince's great astonishment, and shifted, changing places with Aoshi by turning him around, his back meeting Fuuma's sword. The stunned vampire was still, warm blood flowing freely, his clothes soaked with the red liquid. He did not realize that the tip of the green sword went through the king's body, causing a wound in his abdomen. He only saw the flashing emerald green eyes, very much alive, laughing at him, at his father. Pure, unmitigated fury seeped into his veins, seeking revenge.
"You BASTARD!"
He pulled away from the king's corpse, picked up the silver sword on the floor, and slashed at the boy.
Surprised, Fuuma was able to move out, but not fast enough. The livid vampire had managed to cut Fuuma's cheek… a long line from his left eyebrow to his chin. He hissed in pain and flicked his wrist, sending Aoshi smacking the great column for the second time that day. The silver sword fell and shattered into three distinct pieces.
"You insolent fool! You are no match for me. You must be killed. And I will take the girl." He made a gesture and men suddenly came out of the shadows, holding the prince captive.
A few struggling ensued, but to no avail. He was wounded and weak, his father is dead, and the enemy is going to take Misao. "I'll never give up!" He was punched in the abdomen, right at his wound, and he moaned as pain shot out all over his body.
Fuuma smiled. "Kill him."
"No, wait!" Misao shouted. She walked towards Fuuma and stared straight at him, cold blue eyes not giving anything away. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll willingly give up if you won't kill him. If you do, I'll make the rest of your life pure hell." She stood tall and proud. I'll have to save him. Even in my own little way. I'll save him.
"Don't Misao!"
Fuuma paused, and made as if to think about the offer. After all, a willing captive is much better than an uncooperative one. He smiled his cold smile. "All right. Exile him to the forbidden woods." He swept up his hands and his men began to drag the still- struggling Aoshi.
What? The forbidden woods just beyond the castle? But that forest is dead! No one can survive in there! "You can't do that! You'll kill him all the same!"
Fuuma snickered. "At least I didn't kill him directly. Now go, before I changed my mind."
Misao jutted out her jaw and set a determined face. "At least let me speak to him."
Fuuma waved at her, leaving the hall, more important matters buzzing in his head. "Just don't break our treaty. Or else." He grinned evilly at her and left.
She approached the now battered Aoshi, her heart throbbing painfully against her ribs. Her eyes filled up again as she knelt before him, trying her best to clean his wounds with a tattered rag. "Aoshi I…"
"Misao, you shouldn't have done that." He heaved a sigh. "I swore I'd protect you but…"
"It's alright. I'll be safe here. I don't think Shiro would hurt me." She tried keeping back her tears, looking strong and capable of handling this situation. But she can't… it was just too much. She sobbed quietly, leaning her head against his chest. "I'm sorry… if- if I could've just been able to summon up my power, this couldn't have happened." She gripped the front of his shirt. "I'm so sorry. Maybe I- I'm not the one. You're father's wrong…"
"Hey," Aoshi cupped her face with trembling hands, not being able to explain the pain in his heart that was more than the physical pain he's enduring right now. It was killing him, gripping his heart tightly, seeing her cry like this. "Believe in yourself. Just believe." She was so young, so beautiful even though her face had streaks of tears. He wiped them away. This might be the last time he'll be able to see her. "Don't ever give up. Be the same Misao I knew from the beginning."
He leaned close, and touched his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle, healing, soothing. Something inside them connected and burst, something that filled the hollow aches that both have felt for most of their lives. The kiss was cut short when the guards, Fuuma/ Shiro's men, shoved him away.
"No! Please… please… just a moment more." Misao begged the guards, heart tearing to pieces as she watched them drag Aoshi out of the throne room. "Please…" She sat stunned on the floor, thinking of the times she had with Aoshi, her first kiss with him, the scene in the bathroom, the club. He had always looked dangerous and thrilling… and now, he looked vulnerable… more human. He deserved someone. He doesn't deserve to be alone in this world.
Blue eyes filled with longing and pain as realization dawned on her. "Aoshi!" She ran to the huge oak doors, planning to shout what she was feeling, the only good thing that happened to her that day. She ran around the corner, expecting to see the guards with their captive. "Aoshi I…" The hallway was empty. She stopped, light blue eyes darkened. I love you. She leaned against the stone wall and slid down, drawing up her knees and putting her arms around them. She rested her head on her arms in despair… I love you… all this time I've loved you all along. And now that I've realized it, it's too late. Too late. "Too late." She whispered.
A soft cry echoed in the hallway, the sound full of hopelessness and despair. The sky became a deep red, clouds thickening and shadowing the land. The shouts of victory in the courtyard signified the success of the uprising, the fall of the nobles, and the start of the reign of terror.
The Dance of the Swords.
The two ends of the castle will flash at the dawn of the flaming dragon, when the town moved and the jewels of Nifleheim are scattered and lost. The green will reign, darkness stretching across the land.
Emerald green, though 'tis color's fair,
Will rot and wither on the red dragon's lair.
Greed and evil will reign the land,
Nifleheim and earth will succumb to the Hand.
A choice must be made, one choice only
To fight or not, the future, vague it be
In the hands of the one with the blue sapphires
Let love sacrifice… or suffer the fires.
A/n: AHEHEHE. Now that the horns have sprouted, how about a tail? I'll grow it during the weekend. *super evil grin*
Gosh… I'm not really used to writing these kinds of chapters. Angst. Yech. Give my humor anytime. ~_~ Still… I had to put this. And most of you might kill me anyway. Yay. Hooray.
Gosh. Gosh. This has got to be the longest I've written so far. Took me 3 days!!! (well. I was busy!) Okay, so I've added some weird prophecies. I'll explain that on the next chapters. *sigh* Fine . I'll explain it now.
Dance of the Swords- Fight between the king and Shiro (left wing of castle) and between Kenshin and Enishi. (right wing of the castle). So it's… 'two ends of the castle', right?
Red/ flaming dragon- red sky
Town moved- the people revolted (okay…. *stares suspiciously at self*)
Jewels of Nifleheim- uhh…. The nobles? And the… whatever's precious like their principles and stuff. Bah. I'm such a deep thinker. (*smirk* yeah right)
(emerald) green – obviously the powerful Shiro.
The Hand- sort of the reign of terror. Look it up in history, Germany. (I think)
*the others… it'll come in time. Hehe.
Swords:
Kenshin's- sort of a black wooden sword, hardened by fire and other really cool techniques. Haha.
Enishi's- ahhh… White. Urmm… haven't thought of that, really. I guess it'll be sort of a white iron, or some kind of metal. What I know is, witches are only hurt by iron. Right. So let's just say it's an iron sword… it's just coincidental that he's a witch. Besides, iron swords also hurt humans anyway.
Shiro's- Cool sword. Well, this one's from Greenland, up north- ish. Found at the bottom of the lake so it's green. (lakes have green bottoms, right? RIGHT? Think algae. ^_^) and it's preserved by ice so it's petrified. (I'm not sure if that's correct. Haha.)
King's- ahhhh… another petrified wood- sword. From Alaska, dug out from a glacier. Has a thin layer of ice that doesn't melt so it's silvery. Pretty neat, huh? Too bad it shattered. *shrugs*
Well, I'd really like to thank the reviewers!!! (Though some of you are really itching to kill me for the last chapter, you'll most probably bomb my house now. Cool. *joke!*)
Selene: Yep! Bloodshed. I LOOOVVVEEE BLOOD! *acts like a stupid little toothless vampire* haha… well. Sorry about Fuuma… can't change it! I've planned it from the start! ^_^
Chibicherry: ahhh… well. That's life. hehe… It's all right, you can call me names… I can take it! *huffs around like she's strong and tough* haha! I'm starting to cultivate my tail already… done with the horns! Haha!
Noa: I hope you didn't skip on the Kenshin and Kaoru part this time… I think it was kind of… sad? I don't know. Hehe. Yup… they're really cute together. Aoshi and Misao, I mean. J
Innocent dreamer: I don't think Kenshin will get bonked anymore… *sniff* gomen!
Yuko Hoon: *grumbles* You guessed it from the start. I was panicking when I read your review about Fuuma being the bad guy… I thought you were a creepy mind reader! *wimpers in the corner* haha! Joke… :P God, you shouted? OMG. Haha!
Cleoclaudia: Well, glad you liked it!!! I hope you keep reviewing even if… *aherm* nevermind.
Chibi-ken14: I think I overdid the surprise bit here. *sweatdrop* ahhh… I've got a demented mind… hehe.
Selph.: Yeah well, *sheepish* thanks! Sooo glad you liked it! ^_^
Crazy lassie from the hills: ahhh… are you a hentai? Haha joke! Well, they're just being protective of each other. *giggles*
The *Spangled* Pandemonium: Me too! He really looks like a HOT avenging angel. YEAH! And… I also like girls kicking ass. ;p
Shicsaczzz-the-s2pid-psyc: gosh. Long name… So sorry that I kept you waiting! Well, it's long anyway so isn't that good? I think… well, glad you liked it! ^_^
NatsuNoAme: Oh god. I'll be expecting a thrashing from you. *hides in a 'lil corner*
John rzeznik: Errrmmm. *scratches head* Right. So… kind of weird for you to write 'your' song in a review… *moves eyebrows up and down* haha… just kidding. Thanks! Glad you liked it! (Picasso? What a flattering analogy.) Haha! ^_^
Angelo: Whoa. Deep words! Thanks a lot! *blushes* I was really… stunned. Hmmm. Well, thanks!
Jet dragon: *writes as fast as she can* right! Okay, I'll try… but I do hope this chapter satisfied you? Okay, maybe not. Hey, can't please them all, right? Thanks! ^_^
Okay, after giving replies to you all readers (did I miss anyone?)… I'm really getting scared sleeping at night, no knowing what or who might just stab me on my chest or chop of my head and hands with a saw. *errr… right.* Anyway, thanks for the support minna- san! Love ya'll!
Please read and review! ^_^