Chapter 10: The Foolishness that is Pride
Yukari gasped Hiten pulled her up, merely putting a hand under her chin. Her muscles strained against the heavyness.
"It's a pity you aren't stronger...you won't put up a good enough fight..." He smiled rawly.
"Atleast I have pride...unlike you you heartless son of a bitch! " She shook with the tension in her muscles but she let out a soft yell. His smirked widened. "Weak...just like you used to be..." He pulled her chin up as he leaned forward. She glared, a fiery warmth was on her head. She figured it was blood. He leaned closer and she screamed, tossing a punch right into his jaw. Her body trembled and she tried to run but fell under the weight. "Just like your father was..."
That was a tender nerve. She pushed herself up with a great effort, standing unsteadily. He crossed his arms, watching. "Finding your feet are you? I can fix that!!" He lunged with his straight scythe aiming for her upper thigh to make her fall. She grabbed his weapon under the blade before he could. Anger soared in her as she felt the armor lighten.
"You can insult me...but don't ever...EVER insult the spirit of my father, Hiten... " Her eyes blazed with fire.
"You feel proud to have stopped that hit, but it was only lucky. You have nothing more than foolish pride!" He went to strike her again, but a hand grabbed his wrist. "Huh? Azreal!? What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
"You've had your fun...let me have mine, brother..." Azreal smiled tenderly. Hiten smirked, nodding as Azreal released his hold.
"Do as you like, Mirage..." He leaned back against a tree, watching.
Yukari narrowed her eyes to slits, finding it easier to stand up now. The heaviness was decreasing and she felt only an emptiness, like she was missing something. Something very important that she needed to fight with...
"Yukari...." The voice that echoed in her thoughts was like water, shimmering, cooling, and blue. If it could be described as a color. "Yukari...where's that little girl in you, Yukari? Let me see her..."
She sighed dreamily, seeing Cye in her minds eye. He smiled, extending a hand. She took it and there was a sparkle in his eyes. Suddenly she was outside her body, watching. Cye disappeared and the girl was reading a huge book of stories.
"'The...prince...Lu...lifted...' momma, what's this word???" The woman with bleached white hair sitting next to her smiled.
"Let me see...sound it out, Yuki..." Her voice was tenderer. Yukari looked on from outside the memory, like it was inside a bubble. A delicate glass orb.
"'...Lifted the sword...and ....slayed? the dragon!" The little girl with light blue hair smiled. "I did it!!"
"Yes, you did...I'm very proud, Yuki..." The women stood. Her belly was pooched out. She must have been atleast six months pregnant.
"Is the baby going to be a prince?"
"What?"
"The baby....the one that the prince and princess are going to have after the story..."
The woman smiled, ruffling the girls hair. "Of course, honey..."
Yukari reached, touching the glass tenderly. It burst, glass shards flying. She screamed, arms shielding her face. When she looked again she was in a large room. An old stone walled room. An English castle. A thought crossed her mind. Was she home? Was this all just a bad dream? Had she ever even left Dover? The laugh made her spin on her heels. Heels? Since when had she been wearing heels. She looked down as the dress shifted around her form her turn. It was gorgoeus. Old and medieval. Silky, like a...princess? Yukari blinked, looking back up in time to see the man at the spinning wheel. A young boy really. He was spinning gold silk. She went over, curious. He smiled and she did too.
"It's your birthday isn't it?" He asked, still spinning.
Yukari had forgotten? How could she have forgotten. That's why she had come to Japan, to celebrate it with Rowen. "Yes...It is..." She smiled. The spinning wheel stopped.
"Uh oh...can you pull the needle alittle to the left? It jams alittle sometimes..."
Yukari nodded, reaching for the needle. It pricked her. "Ow..." She looked at the blood beading on the pad of her index finger. Her vision clouded. What was going on?"
Yukari gasped Hiten pulled her up, merely putting a hand under her chin. Her muscles strained against the heavyness.
"It's a pity you aren't stronger...you won't put up a good enough fight..." He smiled rawly.
"Atleast I have pride...unlike you you heartless son of a bitch! " She shook with the tension in her muscles but she let out a soft yell. His smirked widened. "Weak...just like you used to be..." He pulled her chin up as he leaned forward. She glared, a fiery warmth was on her head. She figured it was blood. He leaned closer and she screamed, tossing a punch right into his jaw. Her body trembled and she tried to run but fell under the weight. "Just like your father was..."
That was a tender nerve. She pushed herself up with a great effort, standing unsteadily. He crossed his arms, watching. "Finding your feet are you? I can fix that!!" He lunged with his straight scythe aiming for her upper thigh to make her fall. She grabbed his weapon under the blade before he could. Anger soared in her as she felt the armor lighten.
"You can insult me...but don't ever...EVER insult the spirit of my father, Hiten... " Her eyes blazed with fire.
"You feel proud to have stopped that hit, but it was only lucky. You have nothing more than foolish pride!" He went to strike her again, but a hand grabbed his wrist. "Huh? Azreal!? What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
"You've had your fun...let me have mine, brother..." Azreal smiled tenderly. Hiten smirked, nodding as Azreal released his hold.
"Do as you like, Mirage..." He leaned back against a tree, watching.
Yukari narrowed her eyes to slits, finding it easier to stand up now. The heaviness was decreasing and she felt only an emptiness, like she was missing something. Something very important that she needed to fight with...
"Yukari...." The voice that echoed in her thoughts was like water, shimmering, cooling, and blue. If it could be described as a color. "Yukari...where's that little girl in you, Yukari? Let me see her..."
She sighed dreamily, seeing Cye in her minds eye. He smiled, extending a hand. She took it and there was a sparkle in his eyes. Suddenly she was outside her body, watching. Cye disappeared and the girl was reading a huge book of stories.
"'The...prince...Lu...lifted...' momma, what's this word???" The woman with bleached white hair sitting next to her smiled.
"Let me see...sound it out, Yuki..." Her voice was tenderer. Yukari looked on from outside the memory, like it was inside a bubble. A delicate glass orb.
"'...Lifted the sword...and ....slayed? the dragon!" The little girl with light blue hair smiled. "I did it!!"
"Yes, you did...I'm very proud, Yuki..." The women stood. Her belly was pooched out. She must have been atleast six months pregnant.
"Is the baby going to be a prince?"
"What?"
"The baby....the one that the prince and princess are going to have after the story..."
The woman smiled, ruffling the girls hair. "Of course, honey..."
Yukari reached, touching the glass tenderly. It burst, glass shards flying. She screamed, arms shielding her face. When she looked again she was in a large room. An old stone walled room. An English castle. A thought crossed her mind. Was she home? Was this all just a bad dream? Had she ever even left Dover? The laugh made her spin on her heels. Heels? Since when had she been wearing heels. She looked down as the dress shifted around her form her turn. It was gorgoeus. Old and medieval. Silky, like a...princess? Yukari blinked, looking back up in time to see the man at the spinning wheel. A young boy really. He was spinning gold silk. She went over, curious. He smiled and she did too.
"It's your birthday isn't it?" He asked, still spinning.
Yukari had forgotten? How could she have forgotten. That's why she had come to Japan, to celebrate it with Rowen. "Yes...It is..." She smiled. The spinning wheel stopped.
"Uh oh...can you pull the needle alittle to the left? It jams alittle sometimes..."
Yukari nodded, reaching for the needle. It pricked her. "Ow..." She looked at the blood beading on the pad of her index finger. Her vision clouded. What was going on?"