Red Water
Chapter One: The Recreation
The sun was warm this day. As I lifted my head to the heavens I felt an ease come over my numbed heart. It was nice for my uncle to take care of my brother's children and let me have a breather for now. The girls where fine. I like Tanzite over the other two. She has a free spirit, much like myself. Even though she is young, she is strong. She handled his weapon of choice very well, though she needed much more practice in it. I see so much of Kunzite in her. She may not look like my brother, but she sure does act like him at times. She fights time him as well. I wonder if fighting style is passed though the genes.
Teki was the one that looked like my brother. His hair was a bizarre black though. No one was quite sure where he acquired that from. Kunzite's hair was as silver as silver could get. For what I hear his mother had dirty blondish brown hair. Maybe he acquired the same stray gene that Kunzite took.
Kunzite.
Three years have passed since his vanishing and I still think apone that day. It was a day like today. Cat'seye, one of the high guards of the palace, just had her child. Kunzite went out to practice in the woods. No one though anything of it till that night when a heavy mist came over the ground, and Kunzite never came home.
We waited a week before worry set in so deep that we felt we must go find him.
Why my thoughts drift to him on a day like today is beyond me. I woke with a good feeling about the day, but now my heart sinks in settle grief at the loss of my brother. There still sat a shot wound in my heart where his presents once filled.
No. I shock my head to disregard the thought. I was off to see my good friend of the Mazoku race. Hellmaster himself, Xelloss. His lord found much flavor in him once the passing of Phibrizo. Xelloss was always favored by his lords. Sometimes too much.
I tried hard to let the thought of my friend sink into my mind so to loss the though of such depressing events, but my heart cried load for him even though it was true. There was little possibility he was still living. He would have come home, or at lest told us in some way that he was doing well.
The winds behind me sweep in a hallow groans, as if to call my name. The sudden eerie feeling called though my skin. Some one was watching me. My first reaction would have been to start walking faster, but something held me back. I set my hand on Ultima, my believed gift from my father. Ultima gave off a slight glow on its hilt in response to my touch. Something grabbed the hem of my cape tightly. The pull was firm and scared me at first till it let go. I spun around quickly, with my sword drawn and aimed at my stocker, but no one was there.
"I am hearing things." My soft whispers lead me to put my sword away. As a glanced to my sheath to see that my sword went in properly I saw what had touched me. My first reaction was to jump away from the hideous form lying on the ground.
How would one describe the vision of a full grown man mangled and torn on the ground? My shock blinded me from doing anything right away. How would one try to help something that looked dead already? There was no spot on this man that wasn't torn or bleeding. All the flesh on him was broken, but not all of it flowed.
Finally, my since came back to me. I rushed over to the man. I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. I didn't want to hurt him any more then he was. "Sir..." I felt the steady flow of, what I thought to be, blood between my fingers. His skin was so tinder that even the slightest touch seemed to make it bleed.
"Tell me." He mumbled tiredly, "this isn't. a dream." I was surprised at his choice of words.
"Why would it be?" I said out of my better judgment. I knew he should save his strength, but I wanted to know who he was. Maybe then I could better help this poor man.
"You." I responded simply. His face moved to its side slowly. Pieces of ash on his neck that seemed to stop his bleeding fell from his neck. This was a cruel method of torcher. Ash stopped the bleeding so the victim doesn't bleed to death and causes mass infection if left to faster too long. This site made me look over his wounds a little bit better. Very few wounds where bleeding, but rather had wither white puss flowing from them, or thick clear ooze that was to clean out wounds. The only way this man where to get better would be a painful bath.
"Me.?" I didn't expect such an answer. "Why.?" I cut myself off when I felt another presents join me. "No, please quite yourself. You need to conserve your strength." The fumier form peered over my shoulder to the man at my knees. I looked over to him. His purple locks fell from behind his ears, almost as if to hide the wide smirk on his face. My hand left the man's shoulder and quickly met my friend's face with grate speed.
"AHH!!" He yelled out, all while jumping back quickly. "What was that for?" He groaned while rubbing his nose.
"You shouldn't take advantage of people's misfortune." I said firmly.
"But, I'm a Mazoku." His pitiful voice reeked behind my ear. I only narrowed my eyes, which was a 'back off' that went without saying. He did. He was rather well at taking hints. Whether he fallowed them was another story. "You are going to starve me, you know?"
Just as I was going to say something to scold the Hellmaster, I was interrupted by the motion of the near corpse on the ground. My attion lade me back to him. "Please don't move." I urged him. I even set a hand back on his shoulder incase he didn't hear me, but he seemed not to regard my warning. He insisted on trying to sit up. He lost his battle rather fast, but he was able to place his body partially on his side. I sall his eyes squint in pain. His mouth, all sunken in from lack of food, pressed together tightly. He relished them from there vices long enough to speak again.
"Do. I look that. different. Like this.?" he managed to mumble out. This poor man must have though I was another person. His sight was, no questionably, impaired by his torment. I figured it was best not to say anything at that moment. If I told him the truth, that I had never met him, it might have made him lose hope in servile. Besides, I was busy trying to finger out a good way to heal this man.
Sweet added to his brow. His skin felt clammy. He had lost a lot of blood, but there was something else.
"Mona. Please." He called me by my name. I was astonished so much so that I started to wonder if I was the mistaken on. Did I know this man? He started to move again. His body wait shifted to one said in painful ways. I knew I couldn't stop him. Holding him back would hurt him more then moving. Finally, his body fell in a painful sound thud. The wound of liquid moving between the cutes was one of the most sickening noise I have ever heard. ".have I." and his eyes opened. ".been." They where bloodshot red with stains of his blood leaking though the rims. ".gone that." But the brilliant steel blue shined though them though they where pail, having lost there spirit. ".long.?"
Tears formed at the edges of my eyes. I didn't know how to place my feelings just then. Though the mangled mess of body and the deputation of his health. could it really. "You.. Can't be." I whispered. My hand covered my mouth as tears steamed down my face. Thoughts eyes could never be mistaken for any other. "Kunzite."
A withered hand reached up and tenderly took my hand from my mouth. His wirry eyes softened. A gleem came from them for the first time in what seemed to be a long time. A smile trased his face, though it wasn't big. He was much too week for anything more.
"I.moto-chan." He called me. 'Little sister' was the name he gave me at birth and would always call me. His voice. Was soft and crackled as it was I took joy in it. He knew it too. Drops of my tears fell onto his wounds, and, most likely, stung them. He didn't seem to mind.
My brother, thought to be dead, was now suddenly resurrected.
Chapter One: The Recreation
The sun was warm this day. As I lifted my head to the heavens I felt an ease come over my numbed heart. It was nice for my uncle to take care of my brother's children and let me have a breather for now. The girls where fine. I like Tanzite over the other two. She has a free spirit, much like myself. Even though she is young, she is strong. She handled his weapon of choice very well, though she needed much more practice in it. I see so much of Kunzite in her. She may not look like my brother, but she sure does act like him at times. She fights time him as well. I wonder if fighting style is passed though the genes.
Teki was the one that looked like my brother. His hair was a bizarre black though. No one was quite sure where he acquired that from. Kunzite's hair was as silver as silver could get. For what I hear his mother had dirty blondish brown hair. Maybe he acquired the same stray gene that Kunzite took.
Kunzite.
Three years have passed since his vanishing and I still think apone that day. It was a day like today. Cat'seye, one of the high guards of the palace, just had her child. Kunzite went out to practice in the woods. No one though anything of it till that night when a heavy mist came over the ground, and Kunzite never came home.
We waited a week before worry set in so deep that we felt we must go find him.
Why my thoughts drift to him on a day like today is beyond me. I woke with a good feeling about the day, but now my heart sinks in settle grief at the loss of my brother. There still sat a shot wound in my heart where his presents once filled.
No. I shock my head to disregard the thought. I was off to see my good friend of the Mazoku race. Hellmaster himself, Xelloss. His lord found much flavor in him once the passing of Phibrizo. Xelloss was always favored by his lords. Sometimes too much.
I tried hard to let the thought of my friend sink into my mind so to loss the though of such depressing events, but my heart cried load for him even though it was true. There was little possibility he was still living. He would have come home, or at lest told us in some way that he was doing well.
The winds behind me sweep in a hallow groans, as if to call my name. The sudden eerie feeling called though my skin. Some one was watching me. My first reaction would have been to start walking faster, but something held me back. I set my hand on Ultima, my believed gift from my father. Ultima gave off a slight glow on its hilt in response to my touch. Something grabbed the hem of my cape tightly. The pull was firm and scared me at first till it let go. I spun around quickly, with my sword drawn and aimed at my stocker, but no one was there.
"I am hearing things." My soft whispers lead me to put my sword away. As a glanced to my sheath to see that my sword went in properly I saw what had touched me. My first reaction was to jump away from the hideous form lying on the ground.
How would one describe the vision of a full grown man mangled and torn on the ground? My shock blinded me from doing anything right away. How would one try to help something that looked dead already? There was no spot on this man that wasn't torn or bleeding. All the flesh on him was broken, but not all of it flowed.
Finally, my since came back to me. I rushed over to the man. I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. I didn't want to hurt him any more then he was. "Sir..." I felt the steady flow of, what I thought to be, blood between my fingers. His skin was so tinder that even the slightest touch seemed to make it bleed.
"Tell me." He mumbled tiredly, "this isn't. a dream." I was surprised at his choice of words.
"Why would it be?" I said out of my better judgment. I knew he should save his strength, but I wanted to know who he was. Maybe then I could better help this poor man.
"You." I responded simply. His face moved to its side slowly. Pieces of ash on his neck that seemed to stop his bleeding fell from his neck. This was a cruel method of torcher. Ash stopped the bleeding so the victim doesn't bleed to death and causes mass infection if left to faster too long. This site made me look over his wounds a little bit better. Very few wounds where bleeding, but rather had wither white puss flowing from them, or thick clear ooze that was to clean out wounds. The only way this man where to get better would be a painful bath.
"Me.?" I didn't expect such an answer. "Why.?" I cut myself off when I felt another presents join me. "No, please quite yourself. You need to conserve your strength." The fumier form peered over my shoulder to the man at my knees. I looked over to him. His purple locks fell from behind his ears, almost as if to hide the wide smirk on his face. My hand left the man's shoulder and quickly met my friend's face with grate speed.
"AHH!!" He yelled out, all while jumping back quickly. "What was that for?" He groaned while rubbing his nose.
"You shouldn't take advantage of people's misfortune." I said firmly.
"But, I'm a Mazoku." His pitiful voice reeked behind my ear. I only narrowed my eyes, which was a 'back off' that went without saying. He did. He was rather well at taking hints. Whether he fallowed them was another story. "You are going to starve me, you know?"
Just as I was going to say something to scold the Hellmaster, I was interrupted by the motion of the near corpse on the ground. My attion lade me back to him. "Please don't move." I urged him. I even set a hand back on his shoulder incase he didn't hear me, but he seemed not to regard my warning. He insisted on trying to sit up. He lost his battle rather fast, but he was able to place his body partially on his side. I sall his eyes squint in pain. His mouth, all sunken in from lack of food, pressed together tightly. He relished them from there vices long enough to speak again.
"Do. I look that. different. Like this.?" he managed to mumble out. This poor man must have though I was another person. His sight was, no questionably, impaired by his torment. I figured it was best not to say anything at that moment. If I told him the truth, that I had never met him, it might have made him lose hope in servile. Besides, I was busy trying to finger out a good way to heal this man.
Sweet added to his brow. His skin felt clammy. He had lost a lot of blood, but there was something else.
"Mona. Please." He called me by my name. I was astonished so much so that I started to wonder if I was the mistaken on. Did I know this man? He started to move again. His body wait shifted to one said in painful ways. I knew I couldn't stop him. Holding him back would hurt him more then moving. Finally, his body fell in a painful sound thud. The wound of liquid moving between the cutes was one of the most sickening noise I have ever heard. ".have I." and his eyes opened. ".been." They where bloodshot red with stains of his blood leaking though the rims. ".gone that." But the brilliant steel blue shined though them though they where pail, having lost there spirit. ".long.?"
Tears formed at the edges of my eyes. I didn't know how to place my feelings just then. Though the mangled mess of body and the deputation of his health. could it really. "You.. Can't be." I whispered. My hand covered my mouth as tears steamed down my face. Thoughts eyes could never be mistaken for any other. "Kunzite."
A withered hand reached up and tenderly took my hand from my mouth. His wirry eyes softened. A gleem came from them for the first time in what seemed to be a long time. A smile trased his face, though it wasn't big. He was much too week for anything more.
"I.moto-chan." He called me. 'Little sister' was the name he gave me at birth and would always call me. His voice. Was soft and crackled as it was I took joy in it. He knew it too. Drops of my tears fell onto his wounds, and, most likely, stung them. He didn't seem to mind.
My brother, thought to be dead, was now suddenly resurrected.