Well, I know that it's been a long time since I last updated. For that, I
am truly sorry, and hope that you will all accept my apologies. I was
merely waiting for people to review and tell me which of the two ideas they
liked better. Also, I happened to fall victim to a severe case of writers
block. I know, I should have just forced myself to keep on writing, but
then you have to consider that I'm back in school, and that means that it's
going to be harder and harder for me to update. Anyways, I am very sorry
that it took me this long to update, and I hope that it won't happen again.
So here's the next chapter of Pools of Torment!
Writing for HIS glory ALWAYS
Dante/TME/Brian/Isildri
*~*
Disclaimer- I do not own Spirited Away. If you sue me, I'll have my dad kick your lawyers butt in court.
*~*
That night, Sky died.
To say that Jumari was upset would have been a severe understatement. She knew all too well that he had been improving quickly, and when someone is improving, they don't just suddenly turn up dead. She tore through the tower in a rage, screaming and yelling at anyone who had the misfortune to cross her path. Enraged, she began to search for clues that might tell her who it was that killed her beloved.
Finally, she was able to calm down enough to reach the conclusion that it had to have been Knoma who killed him, for he had been the last person to be seen entering or leaving his room. She walked slowly, each step causing her to become more furious than she had been on the last. By the time she reached his room, she was mad enough to kill him right then and there.
She opened the door without knocking, finding Knoma sitting in one of his chairs gazing forward with a blank expression on his face. She walked over to him and slapped him hard across the face. His body slumped over, and for the first time she saw the dagger that had been pinning him upright against the chair. He was dead.
It was later said that the enraged shriek that she had released at that moment could be heard all of fifty miles away by those on the train. Needless to say, those who were presently housed in the tower had absolutely no trouble hearing it, and they all hastened to the source.
Chihiro was the first of the group to arrive at Knoma's room. She entered, then sank back against the wall, tears filling her eyes. Moments later, Haku and Link showed up. Haku immediately walked over to the chair and put his hand over Knoma's heart.
"He's alive, but only barely," he announced. Chihiro let out the breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding, for the first time since entering the room and seeing Knoma's body she felt that there might be hope.
"I have some rudimentary healing skills, but I'm not sure that they'll be enough to heal a wound as bad as this one," she declared, also walking over to where Knoma sat slumped in the chair. She placed a hand over the wound, shivering as she stemmed the flow of blood with her palm, then allowed herself to sink deeply into a trance that she hoped would allow her to heal the young man in front of her. The others stood back as she went slack, her eyes glazing over, then they noticed a small and thin amount of skin begin to flow over the open wound. Finally, the wound was closed, and Chihiro fell into Haku's waiting arms. She was exhausted by the effort that the healing had required, and now she knew that all she could do was rest and hope that her efforts had been enough.
Jumari stayed at Knoma's side throughout the entire time that he remained in the comatose state. Chihiro had explained that he would seem as one of the dead for a while, but that was only evidence that the healing trance that she had put him in was working. As long as he remained in that state, he would be healing himself from the inside out. Still, she warned, he could easily take a turn for the worse, since a wound like the wound he had sustained was not to be predicted, it could go either way. They would know within twenty-four hours whether he would live or die.
Finally, at noon the next day, Knoma awoke from the healing trance. He found himself lying in his bedroom on the bed, and the only thing that he could remember from the night before was him sitting in the chair, and then the sudden pain that had ushered him into a pitch dark that he found himself drowning in. He had never gotten a good look at his attacker, but he had a good idea as to who it was. The only person in the tower that wanted him dead was Sky, and he would have been strong enough to leave his bed just long enough to make it to Knoma's quarters and back. He grinned. Whether Sky had made it to his quarters or not, there could be no doubt he was dead as a result of the poison that Knoma had watched him drink.
He turned his head and found himself looking at Jumari, sitting in a chair, her head in her hands as she slept peacefully. He grimaced. It would be a bit of a bother trying to explain to her why he had killed her boyfriend, even with the clear fact that Sky had done his best to kill him. The odds were fairly good that Jumari wasn't going to believe anyone who told her that Sky was anything but a dashing knight in shining armor. She certainly wasn't going to believe that her beloved was trying to kill her former lover.
Then again, it didn't seem that far fetched to him.
Maybe if he was careful enough, she would believe him. If that was the case, then he might just make it out of this predicament alive.
Anyway, there was absolutely no harm in trying. He carefully elevated himself into a sitting position, ignoring the shooting pain that lanced its way through his chest. He softly spoke her name, hoping that it would be enough to wake her up. He desperately wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.
She stirred, but her eyes didn't open, and she just settled herself back into the chair. He sighed, then spoke her name again, this time a little louder. Once again she stirred, and once again she slipped back into the enticing arms of slumber.
He settled himself back into the pillow and waited for her to awake.
So here's the next chapter of Pools of Torment!
Writing for HIS glory ALWAYS
Dante/TME/Brian/Isildri
*~*
Disclaimer- I do not own Spirited Away. If you sue me, I'll have my dad kick your lawyers butt in court.
*~*
That night, Sky died.
To say that Jumari was upset would have been a severe understatement. She knew all too well that he had been improving quickly, and when someone is improving, they don't just suddenly turn up dead. She tore through the tower in a rage, screaming and yelling at anyone who had the misfortune to cross her path. Enraged, she began to search for clues that might tell her who it was that killed her beloved.
Finally, she was able to calm down enough to reach the conclusion that it had to have been Knoma who killed him, for he had been the last person to be seen entering or leaving his room. She walked slowly, each step causing her to become more furious than she had been on the last. By the time she reached his room, she was mad enough to kill him right then and there.
She opened the door without knocking, finding Knoma sitting in one of his chairs gazing forward with a blank expression on his face. She walked over to him and slapped him hard across the face. His body slumped over, and for the first time she saw the dagger that had been pinning him upright against the chair. He was dead.
It was later said that the enraged shriek that she had released at that moment could be heard all of fifty miles away by those on the train. Needless to say, those who were presently housed in the tower had absolutely no trouble hearing it, and they all hastened to the source.
Chihiro was the first of the group to arrive at Knoma's room. She entered, then sank back against the wall, tears filling her eyes. Moments later, Haku and Link showed up. Haku immediately walked over to the chair and put his hand over Knoma's heart.
"He's alive, but only barely," he announced. Chihiro let out the breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding, for the first time since entering the room and seeing Knoma's body she felt that there might be hope.
"I have some rudimentary healing skills, but I'm not sure that they'll be enough to heal a wound as bad as this one," she declared, also walking over to where Knoma sat slumped in the chair. She placed a hand over the wound, shivering as she stemmed the flow of blood with her palm, then allowed herself to sink deeply into a trance that she hoped would allow her to heal the young man in front of her. The others stood back as she went slack, her eyes glazing over, then they noticed a small and thin amount of skin begin to flow over the open wound. Finally, the wound was closed, and Chihiro fell into Haku's waiting arms. She was exhausted by the effort that the healing had required, and now she knew that all she could do was rest and hope that her efforts had been enough.
Jumari stayed at Knoma's side throughout the entire time that he remained in the comatose state. Chihiro had explained that he would seem as one of the dead for a while, but that was only evidence that the healing trance that she had put him in was working. As long as he remained in that state, he would be healing himself from the inside out. Still, she warned, he could easily take a turn for the worse, since a wound like the wound he had sustained was not to be predicted, it could go either way. They would know within twenty-four hours whether he would live or die.
Finally, at noon the next day, Knoma awoke from the healing trance. He found himself lying in his bedroom on the bed, and the only thing that he could remember from the night before was him sitting in the chair, and then the sudden pain that had ushered him into a pitch dark that he found himself drowning in. He had never gotten a good look at his attacker, but he had a good idea as to who it was. The only person in the tower that wanted him dead was Sky, and he would have been strong enough to leave his bed just long enough to make it to Knoma's quarters and back. He grinned. Whether Sky had made it to his quarters or not, there could be no doubt he was dead as a result of the poison that Knoma had watched him drink.
He turned his head and found himself looking at Jumari, sitting in a chair, her head in her hands as she slept peacefully. He grimaced. It would be a bit of a bother trying to explain to her why he had killed her boyfriend, even with the clear fact that Sky had done his best to kill him. The odds were fairly good that Jumari wasn't going to believe anyone who told her that Sky was anything but a dashing knight in shining armor. She certainly wasn't going to believe that her beloved was trying to kill her former lover.
Then again, it didn't seem that far fetched to him.
Maybe if he was careful enough, she would believe him. If that was the case, then he might just make it out of this predicament alive.
Anyway, there was absolutely no harm in trying. He carefully elevated himself into a sitting position, ignoring the shooting pain that lanced its way through his chest. He softly spoke her name, hoping that it would be enough to wake her up. He desperately wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.
She stirred, but her eyes didn't open, and she just settled herself back into the chair. He sighed, then spoke her name again, this time a little louder. Once again she stirred, and once again she slipped back into the enticing arms of slumber.
He settled himself back into the pillow and waited for her to awake.