Chapter 3: Senshi no Kesshin, Densetsu (Warrior of Will Power, Densetsu)
The Final Desicion
Densetsu aimed the bow, Hotohori had had made for her. she drew the bow back with her right hand she closed one eye and released. "Bull's eye!" She cheered out loud. She nocked another arrow. Chichiri watched contenly from his place on top of a roof. *Someone's watching me, I can feel it.* She shoot the next arrow and split the other in two. He watched her with rising interest. *Now where are they?* She concentrated with the supernatural strength, her younger friend Mirakuru had taught her. The world around her became one with her. A cricket cherped not four feet away and a stream ran nearly a mile away. *Chichiri.*
Whirling around she saw the 25 year old man. He smiled and it was revealed that his left eye was missing. A scar raced down towards the bridge of his nose. His dark eyes let her see the mysterious that lie within his soul. Jumping down he slipped his mask back on. "Densetsu."
"Chichiri." They greated one another and she looked at him. Her red eyes glared at him. "You wear a mask... Why?"
"Long story." He let out a sigh.
"It always makes you smile, when clearly your not the happiest person."
"How did you know that?" He turned to her. His hair shifted to the other side of his face.
"Anyone who tried to see what's behind your dark eyes, would see that." She smirked.
"And anyone who looked into your eyes of crimsom would see you have a lot of strength."
"Hmm." She grinned and nocked another arrow.
"Your very good at archery, ya know." He dared to come closer to her.
"I never miss." She split the second arrow as she did the first.
"I can see that." Chichiri was surprised when he wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms. *What am I thinking! There's no way she'd let me and why am I thinking this she's barely 18.* He guessed her age right but he didn't guess that she did want him to hold her. And then he couldn't help himself. Her took her into his arms and made her his.
"Chichiri..." She hadn't felt this kind of warmth since her first brush with love left her shaking inside.
"Densetsu..." His voice was calm as she removed his mask to trace a line across his disfigured face. "Do you want to know how it happened?"
"I want to know all of your secrets," She whispered softly as he brushed her hair from her eyes.
"Yes, Lady Densetsu."
She sighed. "I'm not so sure I can be a Guardian--" His mouth came down over hers. *Never mind.*
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Mirakuru rounded the corner and saw an unbelieveable sight, Densetsu was on her back and Chichiri kissing her. There was a red glow surrounding them, like Suzaku meant for it to happen. Covering her mouth, she knew she'd start laughing if she didn't. *I'm happy for you my friend.* Walking away her heart suddenly started to ache. She wished with all of her being that somewhere, somehow, someway, someone would love her, just for her. *Please, please, I don't want to be alone anymore.*
And then Hotohori, the glorious Hotohori, appeared at the end of garden, his long hair flying freely. He caught a cherry petal in his hand. "Sakura. That's what they call cherry blossoms where your from, am I right?" He smiled as she nodded, like a child. The 15 year old looked into the eyes of the 18 year old Emperor.
"They are very beautiful aren't they?" Mirakuru dared to smile.
"Yes, but not nearly as beautiful you'd look along side, Miaka, Lady Daikonsen, Lady Kakusei, and Lady Densetsu, praying to Suzaku." He walked closer to her and realized just how little she was. Only and inch or two taller than Miaka and he knew she'd fit perfectly in his arms.
Her cheeks reddened and she matched any cherry perfectly. "Why are you being so nice to me? You just want to me help protect Miaka, don't you?!"
He jumped at her agaitated voice. "No not at all. What made you think that?"
"You love her." Her head was now focused on the ground. "I know you do, I can sense it." Tears appeared in her already glassy eyes and she looked back up at him. "You love her, don't you? Don't you?!" He was completely stunned, paralyzed in place. "Answer me!!!!!"
"Yes, but--" Hotohori's words were cut short when she jumped into his arms, as she did a few nights previous.
"Don't keep your hopes up. She's never going to love you! She only loves Tamahome, and she will never love you!" Tears raged from her eyes. Now his own green eyes glared with tears. He pushed her away and drew his sword.
"Don't say such things!" She returned to balance and frowned at him.
"You know it's true, no girl will ever love you the way a man, like you, needs to be loved!"
He pushed the sword against her neck, teasing at her flesh. "I can't let you say these things!" Anger and sadness ran through Hotohori's body and all he wanted was silence.
"Only a woman can love you! Only a real woman can love you! Only I can love you!!!!!!!!!!!!" She froze at her own words and frightened tears dared to find there place on Hotohori's blade. For a few moments neither spoke, only exchanged terrified lookes. "Love me Hotohori, and I can make you so happy. I can love you, like you Tamahome and Miaka love each other. I promise, I can make you happy." He drew back his sword, and then smiled slightly.
"I love Miaka, and even if she doesn't love me back, it doesn't matter. I love her just the same."
"But you will be so lonely with out love in return."
"Yes, I know, but I can't get over her like that and I can't love somebody so fast--"
"Then why are you kissing me?" She wondered and then a smile creased her face.
He backed away and realized he was trembling with a longing desire, that was so overwhelming he'd forgotten all place and time. "I'm sorry, Mirakuru."
"Don't be," she said in such a way that he thought he might just be able to love her.
"Mirakuru," he forced himself to look away to the blue eyed beauty.
"Hotohori," she made him face her and then she seemed like she would kiss him, so his eyes closed. But instead of tasting his lips, she kissed the left side of his neck and the symbol of the Sea Snake appeared. *I'll protect her and everyone else.* "That's what I wanted to see."
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Densetsu's eyes raced acrosse the horizen. The sun had begun to set and the heat started to die. The coolness of the night rushed over her body and goosebumps appeared on her bare skin. chichiri's hands slide up and down her body. *My body wants you...*
*Mine too.* Her eyes closed as he kissed the her now bare back. The heat was returning to her body and she cried out a soft, muffled sigh. Something so powerful was burning inside of her, making her confused and overwhelmed. His voice now came in a powerful, but gently voice. "I want to touch your body."
The last few weeks had been nothing short of perfect. Mirakuru and Hotohori's closeness and tenderness had grown and her relationship with Nuriko had become storger, to the point where they were always together, almost like best friends. There was growing tention between Lord Tamahome and Mirakuru, like they were competing for something. Who was the best warrior? Densetsu guessed it would have to be Tamahome, but knew Mirakuru wouldn't settle for second best. Tasuki was consantly caught spying on Kakusei. She knew that her friend had realized his suddenly curiousity about her and girls. So she'd been flirting with him 24-7, which only heighted his determination to have her. Mitsukake and Chiriko watched intently the other day as Tasuki and Kakusei played a childish game of tag around the courtyard. And Daikonsen had becomce very protective of Miaka and Tamahome and found safety in the warm arms of Tamahome whenever she was upset. Those two had become very close friends, and she sensed a temptation there that could never be.
A small, red gem began to glow on her right hand. This, like the Suzaku Seven was proof that she was destined to protect Miaka. The passion had become so bitterly sweet that her power level actually started rising.
"I can't do this." He drew back suddenly terrified.
"Yes, you can." And then she threw his back to the nearest tree and kissed him madly. *I love you.*
And that was the last of his thoughts of grief.
The Final Desicion
Densetsu aimed the bow, Hotohori had had made for her. she drew the bow back with her right hand she closed one eye and released. "Bull's eye!" She cheered out loud. She nocked another arrow. Chichiri watched contenly from his place on top of a roof. *Someone's watching me, I can feel it.* She shoot the next arrow and split the other in two. He watched her with rising interest. *Now where are they?* She concentrated with the supernatural strength, her younger friend Mirakuru had taught her. The world around her became one with her. A cricket cherped not four feet away and a stream ran nearly a mile away. *Chichiri.*
Whirling around she saw the 25 year old man. He smiled and it was revealed that his left eye was missing. A scar raced down towards the bridge of his nose. His dark eyes let her see the mysterious that lie within his soul. Jumping down he slipped his mask back on. "Densetsu."
"Chichiri." They greated one another and she looked at him. Her red eyes glared at him. "You wear a mask... Why?"
"Long story." He let out a sigh.
"It always makes you smile, when clearly your not the happiest person."
"How did you know that?" He turned to her. His hair shifted to the other side of his face.
"Anyone who tried to see what's behind your dark eyes, would see that." She smirked.
"And anyone who looked into your eyes of crimsom would see you have a lot of strength."
"Hmm." She grinned and nocked another arrow.
"Your very good at archery, ya know." He dared to come closer to her.
"I never miss." She split the second arrow as she did the first.
"I can see that." Chichiri was surprised when he wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms. *What am I thinking! There's no way she'd let me and why am I thinking this she's barely 18.* He guessed her age right but he didn't guess that she did want him to hold her. And then he couldn't help himself. Her took her into his arms and made her his.
"Chichiri..." She hadn't felt this kind of warmth since her first brush with love left her shaking inside.
"Densetsu..." His voice was calm as she removed his mask to trace a line across his disfigured face. "Do you want to know how it happened?"
"I want to know all of your secrets," She whispered softly as he brushed her hair from her eyes.
"Yes, Lady Densetsu."
She sighed. "I'm not so sure I can be a Guardian--" His mouth came down over hers. *Never mind.*
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Mirakuru rounded the corner and saw an unbelieveable sight, Densetsu was on her back and Chichiri kissing her. There was a red glow surrounding them, like Suzaku meant for it to happen. Covering her mouth, she knew she'd start laughing if she didn't. *I'm happy for you my friend.* Walking away her heart suddenly started to ache. She wished with all of her being that somewhere, somehow, someway, someone would love her, just for her. *Please, please, I don't want to be alone anymore.*
And then Hotohori, the glorious Hotohori, appeared at the end of garden, his long hair flying freely. He caught a cherry petal in his hand. "Sakura. That's what they call cherry blossoms where your from, am I right?" He smiled as she nodded, like a child. The 15 year old looked into the eyes of the 18 year old Emperor.
"They are very beautiful aren't they?" Mirakuru dared to smile.
"Yes, but not nearly as beautiful you'd look along side, Miaka, Lady Daikonsen, Lady Kakusei, and Lady Densetsu, praying to Suzaku." He walked closer to her and realized just how little she was. Only and inch or two taller than Miaka and he knew she'd fit perfectly in his arms.
Her cheeks reddened and she matched any cherry perfectly. "Why are you being so nice to me? You just want to me help protect Miaka, don't you?!"
He jumped at her agaitated voice. "No not at all. What made you think that?"
"You love her." Her head was now focused on the ground. "I know you do, I can sense it." Tears appeared in her already glassy eyes and she looked back up at him. "You love her, don't you? Don't you?!" He was completely stunned, paralyzed in place. "Answer me!!!!!"
"Yes, but--" Hotohori's words were cut short when she jumped into his arms, as she did a few nights previous.
"Don't keep your hopes up. She's never going to love you! She only loves Tamahome, and she will never love you!" Tears raged from her eyes. Now his own green eyes glared with tears. He pushed her away and drew his sword.
"Don't say such things!" She returned to balance and frowned at him.
"You know it's true, no girl will ever love you the way a man, like you, needs to be loved!"
He pushed the sword against her neck, teasing at her flesh. "I can't let you say these things!" Anger and sadness ran through Hotohori's body and all he wanted was silence.
"Only a woman can love you! Only a real woman can love you! Only I can love you!!!!!!!!!!!!" She froze at her own words and frightened tears dared to find there place on Hotohori's blade. For a few moments neither spoke, only exchanged terrified lookes. "Love me Hotohori, and I can make you so happy. I can love you, like you Tamahome and Miaka love each other. I promise, I can make you happy." He drew back his sword, and then smiled slightly.
"I love Miaka, and even if she doesn't love me back, it doesn't matter. I love her just the same."
"But you will be so lonely with out love in return."
"Yes, I know, but I can't get over her like that and I can't love somebody so fast--"
"Then why are you kissing me?" She wondered and then a smile creased her face.
He backed away and realized he was trembling with a longing desire, that was so overwhelming he'd forgotten all place and time. "I'm sorry, Mirakuru."
"Don't be," she said in such a way that he thought he might just be able to love her.
"Mirakuru," he forced himself to look away to the blue eyed beauty.
"Hotohori," she made him face her and then she seemed like she would kiss him, so his eyes closed. But instead of tasting his lips, she kissed the left side of his neck and the symbol of the Sea Snake appeared. *I'll protect her and everyone else.* "That's what I wanted to see."
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Densetsu's eyes raced acrosse the horizen. The sun had begun to set and the heat started to die. The coolness of the night rushed over her body and goosebumps appeared on her bare skin. chichiri's hands slide up and down her body. *My body wants you...*
*Mine too.* Her eyes closed as he kissed the her now bare back. The heat was returning to her body and she cried out a soft, muffled sigh. Something so powerful was burning inside of her, making her confused and overwhelmed. His voice now came in a powerful, but gently voice. "I want to touch your body."
The last few weeks had been nothing short of perfect. Mirakuru and Hotohori's closeness and tenderness had grown and her relationship with Nuriko had become storger, to the point where they were always together, almost like best friends. There was growing tention between Lord Tamahome and Mirakuru, like they were competing for something. Who was the best warrior? Densetsu guessed it would have to be Tamahome, but knew Mirakuru wouldn't settle for second best. Tasuki was consantly caught spying on Kakusei. She knew that her friend had realized his suddenly curiousity about her and girls. So she'd been flirting with him 24-7, which only heighted his determination to have her. Mitsukake and Chiriko watched intently the other day as Tasuki and Kakusei played a childish game of tag around the courtyard. And Daikonsen had becomce very protective of Miaka and Tamahome and found safety in the warm arms of Tamahome whenever she was upset. Those two had become very close friends, and she sensed a temptation there that could never be.
A small, red gem began to glow on her right hand. This, like the Suzaku Seven was proof that she was destined to protect Miaka. The passion had become so bitterly sweet that her power level actually started rising.
"I can't do this." He drew back suddenly terrified.
"Yes, you can." And then she threw his back to the nearest tree and kissed him madly. *I love you.*
And that was the last of his thoughts of grief.