Red Water
Chapter Three: Bottomless
The fresh aroma of pain filled the room quickly. It tingled at my nose in the send of dried blood and crusted over scares. Oh the life to bite into it with the lushes hunger that it pushed on my stomach. Even if it was a small nibble to suffice my taste for something dripping with rich nutrition for my Mazoku soul. It was perfect if she wasn't here. Yes. Mona-san.
Oh, no. I don't mind her company at all. I rather enjoy her time with me. She was funny and charming. We knew each other since we where little! Well, since she was little any ways. She would normally let me eat my heart out, but this man was her brother. Well, what difference dose it make? It's not like I am going to eat him. And it won't hurt. Not at all; just a little tiresome for him afterwards.
Well, maybe just a litt-
Smack! Came her hand upside my head. "Don't you even think about it!"
"Maa, Mona-san!!" I cried in desperation. I made myself out to look thin and pathetic looking just to try to get her to give in. "You are going to starve me! This is the third time this week!"
"It's not like you aren't well fed," Her eyes glared cold daggers into my soul and I backed away. "And I can't help it you happen to walk in when my uncle was dressing a wound, or when you caught me in a moment of embarrassment." Her checks flushed red as the memory came back quickly. Oh yes, I was a cruel beast, but not so cruel to walk on her when she's dressing on perpous, but the fruits of my labor was well worth it.
"NO!" Her hand came again and smacked me across the back of my head. "Don't you dare feed off me!"
"Maa," I groaned, now having my face planted into the floor. "That wasn't very nice, Mona-san."
"Well, Coming in when I" She stopped abruptly when she saw her brother move slightly. With all other thoughts vanishing from her mind, she rushed to his side and grasped his arm.
"Kunzite!" I sat on the floor watched him carefully, as I do others quite often. His motion was quick. Something I didn't expect out of nearly dead man only a few moments before. At first I thought Mona-san grasped his arm in an occword way, or too tightly, but I was soon to find myself wrong.
"He's probably still sore, Mona-san." My voice carried to Kunzite in particular. I wanted to see his reaction to it more then get Mona's reaction to my words. He didn't move at all, but this burst of fear that flooded the room just seconds before suddenly settled to the floor and was replaced by something I was not ready for. A little bit of hopefulness. At first I was taken back. My consciousness ate a bit of the newly made emotion without me asking. My stomach turned a bit in disgust; making me want to vomit it up. For the company there, I did not.
She responded back to me, but I didn't hear her. I was too busy putting on an act so she wouldn't know I feed off him, even if it was only my reaction to the change of envirment. Naturally, I smiled and arched my eyes. This fooled just about everyone. If Mona-san was consumed about me at the moment, she would have, but her atichen was taken from me and to her brother quickly.
I let the two talk, not really caring to much about the word exchange. I was more entranced by Kunzite and his reactions. One of the first things I noticed was the fact he never looked her in the eyes. Well, there was one time, but her head was turned when she was talking to me, but other then that, he focused on the mouth of her chin, as if he was memorizing her mouth movements. I thought, then, that if he was a prisoner, as it looked from here, that he did not talk much. He might be watching her lips to finger out where his should go to speak again.
That theory did not stand with me long. There where long moments of silents between the two as well where he would, still, start at her chin, and at times, now at her neck or close his eyes completely. Maybe a submissive way he was touch while away? I knew before hand Kunzite, the strong warrior that could slay tens of thousands with a motion of his hand, would always look directly in someone's eyes. This would either strike fear of comfort into the one he was speaking to. I can stand witness that it was very effective to have piercing blue eyes slice their way into my soul and provoke fear. This didn't hold true now. Now that I look at his eyes, they are a dull gray, as if the life in them where sucked out. The same color of an aged man, though he was far from aged.
At this moment, I saw Mona lean down to hear Kunzite's words a bit better, but instead of Kunzite repeating himself, he jolted slightly, turned his head away and flinched. I was surprised at first. His restful demeanor changed with less of a blink of the eye. His body was tense and the taste of fear flooded the air again. This was a definite sign of beaten fear. I have seen it countless times. Prisoners will be beaten so much that even the move of someone they trust will trigger a reaction.
"It's not you, Mona-san," I said to her. Her eyes looked to me in confusion. What I knew now was going to make Mona-san feel very uneasy, if not angry. "Wherever he was before this has trained him to be this way." Sudden concern, much deeper then before, washed over her face. She looked back to Kunzite with slightly wide eyes and renewed tears.
Mona-san helped set Kunzite up. He cringed at first as he moved his stiff body. Having him sit up was probably the best idea. It would help the air run though his lungs better, causing the wounds to heal quicker. The one that ran down his face and arms (and further, but I didn't check how far) started to brake open and bleed in come stressed areas, but nothing to be concerned about. It looked very painful. I didn't tell Mona-san, but I am almost sure the wound is cursed. There was no way I could cure it, no matter what I tried. Mona-san didn't need anything more to worry about.
"Would you feel comfortable talking about where you have been?" She asked gently. Moan-san knew, now, that Kunzite was scared, not only on the outside, but deep within his soul as well. Kunzite's gaze dropped completely to the floor in almost pure depression I have never seen him act as such. His back was hunched over, as if he was trying to sit lower then Mona-san, and his face was turned away in shame. All quality I would never expect from Kunzite. I was completely taken back by this. "You.don't have to, you know."
"I am a prisoner." He said softly. Mona-san went to lean in again to hear him, but stopped, remembering quickly of what happened before.
"Can you speak up a little, please?" She said gently. His he turned a little and he spoke the same four words in the same mano tone as before, and as if he where still sitting in a cell. "You aren't now" She replayed with a tinder touch on his shoulder. He wasn't watching her, so the touch came to a surprise and he tensed up. Mona-san pulled her hand back quickly and apologized to him. He shook his head lightly.
"It's not your fault." He muttered with a slight shear in his voice. Time like this I wondered if you picked up the wrong man. Kunzite would never act like this. Kunzite was such a strong spirit, and prideful to the point that he much rather be isolated then let the world even take a glimpse of his weaknesses. Now, he was nothing more then a wallow of pain. "And I am." He spook in terms he wasn't willing to speak of at the time, so he made it into a riddle.
"By who?" Mona decided to go along with it this time. She knew better then to argue with him, but in his condition, he would have summated to a slightly raised voice. Well, that's not saying be would believe it though.
Kunzite grew stiff. His hands clutched the clothing closest to him, though he had little to ware but the sheet we placed over him to keep him warm when you brought him here. Mona saw this right away and pulled back her question by reassuring him that he didn't have to answer this all right away. The near name of this person must have made the once mighty warrior terrible. He relaxed to her soothing words though. After a while, Mona-san felt it was okay to ask him something else.
"Can you at lest tell us where you where kept?" She asked softly. Kunzite closed his eyes and shuck his head. Mona-san sighed in a depressed manor as she assumed this meant no, while, in fact, we where both wrong. He moved his hands around in his lap and cupped them. He had not forgotten how to manipulate the energy around him. This was a skill very unique to their race.
Slowly a puddle of mist and water formed an image in his hand, along with a strong stance. Slowly an image started to merge from cupped hands. Carefully, Mona-san looked lover at it. I moved from my place to behind him and looked over his shoulder. This made him nervous, but he said nothing. I only smirked. Mona-san was busy figuring out what was in his hands. This was my opportunity to get a little something to eat.
At the same time, I wanted to see what was there as much as she did. There, swimming in the mist and water in his hands was the casting of a dark room. I could feel the place so much sooner then I could see it. It was a place not too far from my reach. Another Mazoku Lord's dwelling, though I couldn't really figure out which one. It also lay close to the astral plane. If this was true then it makes since why Kunzite was never found. If he lay in such suffering then all his energy would have been feed to lesser Mazoku and their lord, meaning there was little to know energy left for us to trace him by.
It was also enclosed in a pass, castle, fortress or something along thoughs lings where a lord lived. How I knew it was because of how unwillingly close all the Mazoku lord's kingdoms where closely linked to one another. This tight weaving made it almost impossible for each of us to sneak up on another to destroy each other. Yes, mother has a very interesting since of humor, but this was one of the many reasons why Zelas and Deep Sea never seceded at destroying each other.
Finally, the image came into view. The cold room was now a cell. Chains to walls, and scum filling every corner. These cells haven't been used in a while, there for they haven't been cleaned. If this was where he stayed, then it was possible it was never cleaned. There was light though. Not very much of it, but there was a bit of dim light shining from a corner.
Once I as satisfied with the image, I looked back to Kunzite. He didn't dare look at the image in his hands. Rather, he shut his eyes and turned away, as if to ignore it's existence. Every so often his mussels would twitch out of announce. His body slightly shook in nervousness. When he felt it was a good time, his hands closed over the image and it disappeared into mist and water. Mona-san slightly jumped when he did this, and eyed the water on the floor for a few till her eyes met his again. He was still turning away. It seemed fear now ate at him. Maybe fear of what his sister though of the whole thing now.
I couldn't help but smirk. I haven't been eating all the time and I was getting full off him. He was a good meal. Something that will stick with me for a while.
Chapter Three: Bottomless
The fresh aroma of pain filled the room quickly. It tingled at my nose in the send of dried blood and crusted over scares. Oh the life to bite into it with the lushes hunger that it pushed on my stomach. Even if it was a small nibble to suffice my taste for something dripping with rich nutrition for my Mazoku soul. It was perfect if she wasn't here. Yes. Mona-san.
Oh, no. I don't mind her company at all. I rather enjoy her time with me. She was funny and charming. We knew each other since we where little! Well, since she was little any ways. She would normally let me eat my heart out, but this man was her brother. Well, what difference dose it make? It's not like I am going to eat him. And it won't hurt. Not at all; just a little tiresome for him afterwards.
Well, maybe just a litt-
Smack! Came her hand upside my head. "Don't you even think about it!"
"Maa, Mona-san!!" I cried in desperation. I made myself out to look thin and pathetic looking just to try to get her to give in. "You are going to starve me! This is the third time this week!"
"It's not like you aren't well fed," Her eyes glared cold daggers into my soul and I backed away. "And I can't help it you happen to walk in when my uncle was dressing a wound, or when you caught me in a moment of embarrassment." Her checks flushed red as the memory came back quickly. Oh yes, I was a cruel beast, but not so cruel to walk on her when she's dressing on perpous, but the fruits of my labor was well worth it.
"NO!" Her hand came again and smacked me across the back of my head. "Don't you dare feed off me!"
"Maa," I groaned, now having my face planted into the floor. "That wasn't very nice, Mona-san."
"Well, Coming in when I" She stopped abruptly when she saw her brother move slightly. With all other thoughts vanishing from her mind, she rushed to his side and grasped his arm.
"Kunzite!" I sat on the floor watched him carefully, as I do others quite often. His motion was quick. Something I didn't expect out of nearly dead man only a few moments before. At first I thought Mona-san grasped his arm in an occword way, or too tightly, but I was soon to find myself wrong.
"He's probably still sore, Mona-san." My voice carried to Kunzite in particular. I wanted to see his reaction to it more then get Mona's reaction to my words. He didn't move at all, but this burst of fear that flooded the room just seconds before suddenly settled to the floor and was replaced by something I was not ready for. A little bit of hopefulness. At first I was taken back. My consciousness ate a bit of the newly made emotion without me asking. My stomach turned a bit in disgust; making me want to vomit it up. For the company there, I did not.
She responded back to me, but I didn't hear her. I was too busy putting on an act so she wouldn't know I feed off him, even if it was only my reaction to the change of envirment. Naturally, I smiled and arched my eyes. This fooled just about everyone. If Mona-san was consumed about me at the moment, she would have, but her atichen was taken from me and to her brother quickly.
I let the two talk, not really caring to much about the word exchange. I was more entranced by Kunzite and his reactions. One of the first things I noticed was the fact he never looked her in the eyes. Well, there was one time, but her head was turned when she was talking to me, but other then that, he focused on the mouth of her chin, as if he was memorizing her mouth movements. I thought, then, that if he was a prisoner, as it looked from here, that he did not talk much. He might be watching her lips to finger out where his should go to speak again.
That theory did not stand with me long. There where long moments of silents between the two as well where he would, still, start at her chin, and at times, now at her neck or close his eyes completely. Maybe a submissive way he was touch while away? I knew before hand Kunzite, the strong warrior that could slay tens of thousands with a motion of his hand, would always look directly in someone's eyes. This would either strike fear of comfort into the one he was speaking to. I can stand witness that it was very effective to have piercing blue eyes slice their way into my soul and provoke fear. This didn't hold true now. Now that I look at his eyes, they are a dull gray, as if the life in them where sucked out. The same color of an aged man, though he was far from aged.
At this moment, I saw Mona lean down to hear Kunzite's words a bit better, but instead of Kunzite repeating himself, he jolted slightly, turned his head away and flinched. I was surprised at first. His restful demeanor changed with less of a blink of the eye. His body was tense and the taste of fear flooded the air again. This was a definite sign of beaten fear. I have seen it countless times. Prisoners will be beaten so much that even the move of someone they trust will trigger a reaction.
"It's not you, Mona-san," I said to her. Her eyes looked to me in confusion. What I knew now was going to make Mona-san feel very uneasy, if not angry. "Wherever he was before this has trained him to be this way." Sudden concern, much deeper then before, washed over her face. She looked back to Kunzite with slightly wide eyes and renewed tears.
Mona-san helped set Kunzite up. He cringed at first as he moved his stiff body. Having him sit up was probably the best idea. It would help the air run though his lungs better, causing the wounds to heal quicker. The one that ran down his face and arms (and further, but I didn't check how far) started to brake open and bleed in come stressed areas, but nothing to be concerned about. It looked very painful. I didn't tell Mona-san, but I am almost sure the wound is cursed. There was no way I could cure it, no matter what I tried. Mona-san didn't need anything more to worry about.
"Would you feel comfortable talking about where you have been?" She asked gently. Moan-san knew, now, that Kunzite was scared, not only on the outside, but deep within his soul as well. Kunzite's gaze dropped completely to the floor in almost pure depression I have never seen him act as such. His back was hunched over, as if he was trying to sit lower then Mona-san, and his face was turned away in shame. All quality I would never expect from Kunzite. I was completely taken back by this. "You.don't have to, you know."
"I am a prisoner." He said softly. Mona-san went to lean in again to hear him, but stopped, remembering quickly of what happened before.
"Can you speak up a little, please?" She said gently. His he turned a little and he spoke the same four words in the same mano tone as before, and as if he where still sitting in a cell. "You aren't now" She replayed with a tinder touch on his shoulder. He wasn't watching her, so the touch came to a surprise and he tensed up. Mona-san pulled her hand back quickly and apologized to him. He shook his head lightly.
"It's not your fault." He muttered with a slight shear in his voice. Time like this I wondered if you picked up the wrong man. Kunzite would never act like this. Kunzite was such a strong spirit, and prideful to the point that he much rather be isolated then let the world even take a glimpse of his weaknesses. Now, he was nothing more then a wallow of pain. "And I am." He spook in terms he wasn't willing to speak of at the time, so he made it into a riddle.
"By who?" Mona decided to go along with it this time. She knew better then to argue with him, but in his condition, he would have summated to a slightly raised voice. Well, that's not saying be would believe it though.
Kunzite grew stiff. His hands clutched the clothing closest to him, though he had little to ware but the sheet we placed over him to keep him warm when you brought him here. Mona saw this right away and pulled back her question by reassuring him that he didn't have to answer this all right away. The near name of this person must have made the once mighty warrior terrible. He relaxed to her soothing words though. After a while, Mona-san felt it was okay to ask him something else.
"Can you at lest tell us where you where kept?" She asked softly. Kunzite closed his eyes and shuck his head. Mona-san sighed in a depressed manor as she assumed this meant no, while, in fact, we where both wrong. He moved his hands around in his lap and cupped them. He had not forgotten how to manipulate the energy around him. This was a skill very unique to their race.
Slowly a puddle of mist and water formed an image in his hand, along with a strong stance. Slowly an image started to merge from cupped hands. Carefully, Mona-san looked lover at it. I moved from my place to behind him and looked over his shoulder. This made him nervous, but he said nothing. I only smirked. Mona-san was busy figuring out what was in his hands. This was my opportunity to get a little something to eat.
At the same time, I wanted to see what was there as much as she did. There, swimming in the mist and water in his hands was the casting of a dark room. I could feel the place so much sooner then I could see it. It was a place not too far from my reach. Another Mazoku Lord's dwelling, though I couldn't really figure out which one. It also lay close to the astral plane. If this was true then it makes since why Kunzite was never found. If he lay in such suffering then all his energy would have been feed to lesser Mazoku and their lord, meaning there was little to know energy left for us to trace him by.
It was also enclosed in a pass, castle, fortress or something along thoughs lings where a lord lived. How I knew it was because of how unwillingly close all the Mazoku lord's kingdoms where closely linked to one another. This tight weaving made it almost impossible for each of us to sneak up on another to destroy each other. Yes, mother has a very interesting since of humor, but this was one of the many reasons why Zelas and Deep Sea never seceded at destroying each other.
Finally, the image came into view. The cold room was now a cell. Chains to walls, and scum filling every corner. These cells haven't been used in a while, there for they haven't been cleaned. If this was where he stayed, then it was possible it was never cleaned. There was light though. Not very much of it, but there was a bit of dim light shining from a corner.
Once I as satisfied with the image, I looked back to Kunzite. He didn't dare look at the image in his hands. Rather, he shut his eyes and turned away, as if to ignore it's existence. Every so often his mussels would twitch out of announce. His body slightly shook in nervousness. When he felt it was a good time, his hands closed over the image and it disappeared into mist and water. Mona-san slightly jumped when he did this, and eyed the water on the floor for a few till her eyes met his again. He was still turning away. It seemed fear now ate at him. Maybe fear of what his sister though of the whole thing now.
I couldn't help but smirk. I haven't been eating all the time and I was getting full off him. He was a good meal. Something that will stick with me for a while.