Something Unexpected
By: Abby Kitty
Disclaimer: All characters of Ranma ½ are property of Rumiko takahashi.
Hello! Welcome to the second chapter of something unexpected!!!!! Remember, theses stories are a form of entertainment so have fun! If you don't like it don't read it. Constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy!
On with the story!
Chapter 2
Into Death
Death. He could feel the bighting cold of death at the edge of his senses. It was trying to wrap its icy fingers around him grabbing onto his soul. It was so close he could smell the icy water of the river of death in the first gates valley. He could feel the pull of the water as it tried to take him to that unknown part of the seventh hill, the last gate to eternal sleep. No, he knew he was not dieing for he could still feel the strength of life around him. There were two very alive souls close, one as bright in strength of soul as a star, the other the dull hum of human life; but there was also the chill of those condemned waters that carried all souls to oblivion or new life. Something dead was walking in the present world and it was very near.
Two silver eyes snapped open to look up at a foreign ceiling. The pale face accompanying those startling eyes looked around at an equally foreign room with a mixture of confusion and wonderment. The room was small and sparsely accessorized. It had a nightstand, a closet across the foot of the bed and a short dresser close to the door. The bed was against the corner of the room and the window rested in the wall at the foot of the bed. The silver- blue eyed youth slowly sat up wincing at the scabbed over tissue of a stab wound that went through his abdomen and out of his back.
As he sat up the sheets fell away slightly to show of his bare lean muscled chest. He looked to be a sit short for his age but all the same the height and build of his body hinted that he was built for speed. Strange scars adorned his exposed skin as though a blade or many blades had cut him many times before. His hands were calloused from years of fighting if not bare handed then a weapon of some sort. His skin was incredibly pale and one would almost assume he were nothing but a walking corpse and his pitch black hair did nothing to help the color of his skin. It was the eyes, though, that would startle any stranger if they were to look at them. His eyes shifted as though they were pools of liquid metal confined in small orbs and changed different shades of silver and blue that varied with is mood and feelings.
Those shifting eyes looked down to his abdomen and turned a light blue, "Shit." His almost melodic tenor voice muttered in slight pain.
The young man clutched his abdomen gently trying to alleviate the pain of the angry wound and concentrated. The symbol fire and wind appeared in his mind and he concentrated on a mending spell that was used to pull wounds tightly back together in order to prevent internal damage and to help the healing process run faster. A sigh escaped from his pale lips and color seemed to flow back into his skin as the wound mended itself, though he remained more pale then the average person. He sensed some movement outside the door and immediately tensed up. Though he sensed a gentle spirit outside, there was still the presence of a walking dead just on the edge of his senses and coming closer. He heard footsteps getting closer and closer to the door and slowly got up, his eyes shifting to emotionless silver. He walked toward the door; his footsteps didn't make a sound as he hid where the door would hide him when the door opened. He hid his aura completely and crouched waiting for when the intruder would open the door and come in.
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Akane had just locked up after another uneventful night in The White Phoenix down stairs and since her mother wasn't home she decided that she should probably go check on the comatose guest that had showed up in serious disarray two weeks ago. She had watched him while Dr. Tofu tended to him and she unconsciously made the conclusion that he truly was handsome when he wasn't covered in all of that blood. But questions kept swimming in her head whenever she checked up on him, causing her to lose sleep at night and to constantly glance behind her back in suspicion or paranoia. Dr. Tofu had come yesterday to give the strange boy a bath and put the proper vitamins into his veins to keep him alive while he slept, Akane's mother often helped him with that and Akane always saw the numerous scars all over his chest and arms as they carried him by her room. When her mother was busy Akane would be given the task of combing the unconscious boy's hair and the inhumanly silky feeling of his hair often startled her. The boy himself had an inhuman sense of beauty about him that Akane couldn't seem to get over and he had this feeling of such great power and timelessness that she was always got a violent chill down her spine when she was near him.
Akane shivered as she walked down the hall, for some reason there seemed to be a stale chill in the air that wouldn't go away and although she had already turned the heater on she felt that she needed to turn the temperature up again. A thought of a story she'd heard as a child about how if there was a ghost in the house then the temperature would mysteriously fall to unimaginable degrees around were the dead soul walked. Akane shook herself mentally and quickly walked toward the guest room intending to go in, check the boy's temperature and walk out. Akane wondered why her footsteps seemed to be louder then normal and put it off as paranoia. When she stepped in front of the guest room door a feeling of nostalgia came over her and she hesitated before she set her hand out determinably and reached for the handle slowly turning it. The door opened a creek and she walked in cautiously surprised at the foreboding silence and the empty bed. She slowly closed the door without looking at it and walked over to the window opening it and peering out. The street below was empty except for one or to late drivers heading home from work. Akane shook her head slightly and was about to turn around when she felt calloused hands snake around her mouth and her waist.
Akane's hands shot up to the hands trying to pull them free of her mouth as she screamed uselessly into the muffling hand. She felt a few silky strands of ebon hair brush against her exposed neck feeling like spiders silk in a gentle caress causing her to want to scream again. She hated spiders. It was around this time that she put two and two together realizing that this must be the formerly unconscious boy who probably didn't know where in hell he was and most certainly didn't know who she was, and she was willing to bet he probably thought she was trying to hut him judging from the peculiar wound he had come here with. Then of course the thought that maybe in his confused state he would think of her as the enemy and probably wish to harm her. So being the martial artist she had been taught to be, she did the one thing a martial probably artist wouldn't do. She opened her mouth and bit down on his hand, HARD.
His tenor voice cried out in surprise and Akane, no in martial artist mode, quickly spun around give the "injured" youth a spin kick in the side. The boy, amazingly enough, dodged her kick and grabbed her in a move that was faster then she could see. He quickly rendered her helpless as he pushed her onto the bed using his weight to keep her from moving. Akane struggled desperately under his weight trying to ignore how good his muscles felt against her body by thinking angrily to herself how this "injured" boy was trying to hurt her. She snapped her eyes closed in frustration and when she built up her reserve she opened her eyes again only to soon wish she hadn't.
All thought seemed to die when she looked into the swirling depths of the boy's eyes. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched his eyes shifting color from silver to blue to a color between that she could never begin to describe. His face was shocked and curious at the same time and he seemed to stare at her in a sort of awe just as she did him. His own thoughts seemed to die as he looked into Akane's chocolate orbs, so full of hidden power and feelings and thoughts he couldn't identify. The two of them lay there on the guest bed of Akane's home in complete silence, both mesmerized by the others eyes.
An inhuman screech dug through the air like a knife causing both occupants on the bed roll off each other clutching their ears. The boy yelled from the pain that was raking through his body, his eyes turned almost white from the immense feeling of pain that coursed through his skull. Akane laid there with her hands clutching her ears her eyes wide. The screech sounded like a cross between a dieing cat and the tortured souls of millions of the dead calling to the living in thirstful vengeance. The sound clasped onto Akane's soul pulling her closer and closer to whatever it was that was calling her. An endless cold began to surround her and dry, icy, water began to engulf her soul. The boy had gotten himself under control as a spell of silence flared into his mind allowing him to ignore the soul snatching dream. Then he felt it, the cold tendrils of death began to override his senses. He snapped his head toward the girl as if he'd been whipped and his eyes widened as he watched her body become stiff as though frozen and as frost and ice began to cover her completely. A quick decision was made as he looked at her. He'd just met her but somehow he felt an overwhelming feeling to protect her, and he had every intention to follow that feeling. He'd been wandering in the streams of time long enough, it was now time for him to follow the course time had set out for him, and if it was this girl then, he'd do whatever it took to keep her safe. With that decision made her walked over to her and leaned over her in a crouching position and did something he'd sworn long ago never to do again..he plunged into death.
Well that's all for this chapter. Please don't get mad at me for doing a cliff hanger, I'm already writing the next chapter right this moment! So don't worry it SHOULD be up by Sunday night or Monday morning. So review and tell me what you think! Constructive criticism welcome but no flames please. Any flames I receive will be shot, and the writer tortured. That's all for now! And remember: Kind words make a writer write more! ^_^
-Ja Ne
-Abby Kitty
By: Abby Kitty
Disclaimer: All characters of Ranma ½ are property of Rumiko takahashi.
Hello! Welcome to the second chapter of something unexpected!!!!! Remember, theses stories are a form of entertainment so have fun! If you don't like it don't read it. Constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy!
On with the story!
Chapter 2
Into Death
Death. He could feel the bighting cold of death at the edge of his senses. It was trying to wrap its icy fingers around him grabbing onto his soul. It was so close he could smell the icy water of the river of death in the first gates valley. He could feel the pull of the water as it tried to take him to that unknown part of the seventh hill, the last gate to eternal sleep. No, he knew he was not dieing for he could still feel the strength of life around him. There were two very alive souls close, one as bright in strength of soul as a star, the other the dull hum of human life; but there was also the chill of those condemned waters that carried all souls to oblivion or new life. Something dead was walking in the present world and it was very near.
Two silver eyes snapped open to look up at a foreign ceiling. The pale face accompanying those startling eyes looked around at an equally foreign room with a mixture of confusion and wonderment. The room was small and sparsely accessorized. It had a nightstand, a closet across the foot of the bed and a short dresser close to the door. The bed was against the corner of the room and the window rested in the wall at the foot of the bed. The silver- blue eyed youth slowly sat up wincing at the scabbed over tissue of a stab wound that went through his abdomen and out of his back.
As he sat up the sheets fell away slightly to show of his bare lean muscled chest. He looked to be a sit short for his age but all the same the height and build of his body hinted that he was built for speed. Strange scars adorned his exposed skin as though a blade or many blades had cut him many times before. His hands were calloused from years of fighting if not bare handed then a weapon of some sort. His skin was incredibly pale and one would almost assume he were nothing but a walking corpse and his pitch black hair did nothing to help the color of his skin. It was the eyes, though, that would startle any stranger if they were to look at them. His eyes shifted as though they were pools of liquid metal confined in small orbs and changed different shades of silver and blue that varied with is mood and feelings.
Those shifting eyes looked down to his abdomen and turned a light blue, "Shit." His almost melodic tenor voice muttered in slight pain.
The young man clutched his abdomen gently trying to alleviate the pain of the angry wound and concentrated. The symbol fire and wind appeared in his mind and he concentrated on a mending spell that was used to pull wounds tightly back together in order to prevent internal damage and to help the healing process run faster. A sigh escaped from his pale lips and color seemed to flow back into his skin as the wound mended itself, though he remained more pale then the average person. He sensed some movement outside the door and immediately tensed up. Though he sensed a gentle spirit outside, there was still the presence of a walking dead just on the edge of his senses and coming closer. He heard footsteps getting closer and closer to the door and slowly got up, his eyes shifting to emotionless silver. He walked toward the door; his footsteps didn't make a sound as he hid where the door would hide him when the door opened. He hid his aura completely and crouched waiting for when the intruder would open the door and come in.
.
Akane had just locked up after another uneventful night in The White Phoenix down stairs and since her mother wasn't home she decided that she should probably go check on the comatose guest that had showed up in serious disarray two weeks ago. She had watched him while Dr. Tofu tended to him and she unconsciously made the conclusion that he truly was handsome when he wasn't covered in all of that blood. But questions kept swimming in her head whenever she checked up on him, causing her to lose sleep at night and to constantly glance behind her back in suspicion or paranoia. Dr. Tofu had come yesterday to give the strange boy a bath and put the proper vitamins into his veins to keep him alive while he slept, Akane's mother often helped him with that and Akane always saw the numerous scars all over his chest and arms as they carried him by her room. When her mother was busy Akane would be given the task of combing the unconscious boy's hair and the inhumanly silky feeling of his hair often startled her. The boy himself had an inhuman sense of beauty about him that Akane couldn't seem to get over and he had this feeling of such great power and timelessness that she was always got a violent chill down her spine when she was near him.
Akane shivered as she walked down the hall, for some reason there seemed to be a stale chill in the air that wouldn't go away and although she had already turned the heater on she felt that she needed to turn the temperature up again. A thought of a story she'd heard as a child about how if there was a ghost in the house then the temperature would mysteriously fall to unimaginable degrees around were the dead soul walked. Akane shook herself mentally and quickly walked toward the guest room intending to go in, check the boy's temperature and walk out. Akane wondered why her footsteps seemed to be louder then normal and put it off as paranoia. When she stepped in front of the guest room door a feeling of nostalgia came over her and she hesitated before she set her hand out determinably and reached for the handle slowly turning it. The door opened a creek and she walked in cautiously surprised at the foreboding silence and the empty bed. She slowly closed the door without looking at it and walked over to the window opening it and peering out. The street below was empty except for one or to late drivers heading home from work. Akane shook her head slightly and was about to turn around when she felt calloused hands snake around her mouth and her waist.
Akane's hands shot up to the hands trying to pull them free of her mouth as she screamed uselessly into the muffling hand. She felt a few silky strands of ebon hair brush against her exposed neck feeling like spiders silk in a gentle caress causing her to want to scream again. She hated spiders. It was around this time that she put two and two together realizing that this must be the formerly unconscious boy who probably didn't know where in hell he was and most certainly didn't know who she was, and she was willing to bet he probably thought she was trying to hut him judging from the peculiar wound he had come here with. Then of course the thought that maybe in his confused state he would think of her as the enemy and probably wish to harm her. So being the martial artist she had been taught to be, she did the one thing a martial probably artist wouldn't do. She opened her mouth and bit down on his hand, HARD.
His tenor voice cried out in surprise and Akane, no in martial artist mode, quickly spun around give the "injured" youth a spin kick in the side. The boy, amazingly enough, dodged her kick and grabbed her in a move that was faster then she could see. He quickly rendered her helpless as he pushed her onto the bed using his weight to keep her from moving. Akane struggled desperately under his weight trying to ignore how good his muscles felt against her body by thinking angrily to herself how this "injured" boy was trying to hurt her. She snapped her eyes closed in frustration and when she built up her reserve she opened her eyes again only to soon wish she hadn't.
All thought seemed to die when she looked into the swirling depths of the boy's eyes. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched his eyes shifting color from silver to blue to a color between that she could never begin to describe. His face was shocked and curious at the same time and he seemed to stare at her in a sort of awe just as she did him. His own thoughts seemed to die as he looked into Akane's chocolate orbs, so full of hidden power and feelings and thoughts he couldn't identify. The two of them lay there on the guest bed of Akane's home in complete silence, both mesmerized by the others eyes.
An inhuman screech dug through the air like a knife causing both occupants on the bed roll off each other clutching their ears. The boy yelled from the pain that was raking through his body, his eyes turned almost white from the immense feeling of pain that coursed through his skull. Akane laid there with her hands clutching her ears her eyes wide. The screech sounded like a cross between a dieing cat and the tortured souls of millions of the dead calling to the living in thirstful vengeance. The sound clasped onto Akane's soul pulling her closer and closer to whatever it was that was calling her. An endless cold began to surround her and dry, icy, water began to engulf her soul. The boy had gotten himself under control as a spell of silence flared into his mind allowing him to ignore the soul snatching dream. Then he felt it, the cold tendrils of death began to override his senses. He snapped his head toward the girl as if he'd been whipped and his eyes widened as he watched her body become stiff as though frozen and as frost and ice began to cover her completely. A quick decision was made as he looked at her. He'd just met her but somehow he felt an overwhelming feeling to protect her, and he had every intention to follow that feeling. He'd been wandering in the streams of time long enough, it was now time for him to follow the course time had set out for him, and if it was this girl then, he'd do whatever it took to keep her safe. With that decision made her walked over to her and leaned over her in a crouching position and did something he'd sworn long ago never to do again..he plunged into death.
Well that's all for this chapter. Please don't get mad at me for doing a cliff hanger, I'm already writing the next chapter right this moment! So don't worry it SHOULD be up by Sunday night or Monday morning. So review and tell me what you think! Constructive criticism welcome but no flames please. Any flames I receive will be shot, and the writer tortured. That's all for now! And remember: Kind words make a writer write more! ^_^
-Ja Ne
-Abby Kitty