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Chapter Four
Murakumo hovered over the sleeping Kusanagi, while Akima scanned his mind for his memories of the Arigami. She found many images of his past, but his memories were mostly of his time protecting Kaede and Momiji. She didn't understand something, though. Of all his memories, she never saw one with her in them. Not a single one. She wondered why, since she has been with the Arigami for a long time… [Why aren't I in his memories?]
"Did you find anything, Akima?" Murakumo asked, looking up at her. "Even if it's the tiniest speck of information, it is still useful."
She snapped out of her overwhelming curiosity and looked up at him. "I've found some memories, Lord Murakumo. But there isn't much. They're mostly of him protecting the Kushinada."
He nodded, looking deep in thought. "I suspected that he wouldn't remember that much. He's stubborn, but I assure you that he can be overtaken with force."
"I've learned that already," she replied, thinking about what happened in the café.
"Yes. I believe you have," he said, smiling.
She started to open her mouth, but stopped. She couldn't as him her question. It's stupid, anyway. She's probably just worrying too much. [Yeah. That's it…It's not real. I'm just daydreaming.]
Noticing her wanting to say something, he said, "What, Akima? What is it that you want to ask me?"
She bit her lower lip. She wanted to ask him the question, but it would come out all wrong. She wanted to know why she isn't in Kusanagi's memories and why she has no recollection of her past either. Every time she tried to look back, an iron wall forms in the middle of her mind and she can't think. It's as if her mind is trying to hide something from her; a dark secret that she can't know about. She wished she was strong enough to knock the wall down and finally know the truth, but she wasn't.
"Akima?" Murakumo said, moving closer to her. "What is it? Are you all right?"
She didn't know what to say. She didn't know if she was all right or not. She was just as confused as a tangled ball of knots. But she didn't want to worry him, nor did she want to ask him her question. "I'm fine, Murakumo. Perfectly fine… I guess I'm just a little out of it today."
He leaned in to kiss her forehead and then kissed her lips. She smiled to herself, feeling his warmth enclose her like a box of passion. Though she was unsure about most things, she knew she was sure of her strong love for Murakumo.
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"Are you sure you didn't talk to him before then, Momiji?" Kunikida asked. "I mean, it's very unlikely for him to go a day without talking or contacting you. It's unlike Kusanagi to do that."
Momiji nodded and sighed. "I know! I wish I knew where he is! He totally stood me up without even telling me that he wasn't coming. I stood there for an hour waiting for him."
It was Sunday morning and Momiji was in Kunikida's office telling him about what happened yesterday. She was worried about him, but she tried to hide it with her anger, which didn't really work that well. But then, nothing ever goes the way she wants them to.
"Do you think he would run away from Tokyo?" he asked, leaning back in his leather-cushioned chair. "Would he get that fed up with this whole Arigami business and take off?"
"I hope not," she said with terror in her eyes. She shot up from her chair and slapped her hand on his desk. "Did he tell you anything? Did he tell you that he wanted to run away from me?"
Kunikida stood up from his chair and walked around his desk. He turned her to him. Tears slowly rolled down her face like a soft stream down a mountainside. He wiped her face with his thumb and hugged her. She was startled at first, since he never hugged her before or shown one ounce of affection towards her. But she always knew that he cared for her, even though he doesn't show it that much.
"Calm down, Momiji," he said, gently rubbing the back of her head. "I'm sure he hasn't run away. And if he has, we'll find him. I promise we will. Even if it takes forever."
She wiped the rest of her tears in his shirt and looked up at him. "Thank you, Kunikida. You really are like a dad to me," she said, smiling.
He smiled uneasily and then hurriedly sat down at his desk. "Yes, well, Momiji, I have work to do, so I'll talk to you later. But I'll tell Takeuchi and the others to keep a look out for Kusanagi."
She nodded. "Thanks." She waved good-bye to him and walked away, shrugging off the weird feeling she felt when Kunikida reacted the way he did about what she said.
She walked down the hallway, thinking about Kusanagi. She missed him, even more than she did before. She wanted to see him and take him in her arms, like she did so many times before. All those feelings that she wanted to feel were gone away with him. She felt lonely without them.
As she walked, she felt a weird chill circling her. It was like the feeling of wind during the winter when the snow is falling. Cool, crisp, and eerie. She wrapped her arms tightly around her, trying to make herself warm and to get rid of the feeling of being watched. But it didn't help at all. It only made it worse.
"Momiji…" an icy voice like water over dry ice said.
Momiji turned, but saw nothing. "Hello? Is anyone…there?"
No answer.
She scanned up and down the hall, but still saw nothing, only darkness in every corner. Not even a suspicious object. Nothing. She turned back to her original destination, making sure she paid close attention to her surroundings. The more and more she watched around her, the more frightened she felt. She couldn't take it anymore, so she stared to run. She ran with her arms pumping wildly at her sides.
"Momiji…" the voice said again, sounding closer with every stride she took. "Run. Run. Run all you want, Momiji, but you can't hide from me. Not your own sister."
Momiji turned her head, but as soon as she took her eyes off of where she was going, she tripped over her foot and fell to the ground, landing hard. "Ouch!"
Sinister laughter filled the hall. "Good job, Momiji. Not even I could accomplish that."
"I'm sorry that I'm not perfect," Momiji muttered to herself, and lifted herself off the ground, feeling pain simmering in her knees. "Why do I have to be so damn clumsy?"
Kaede appeared before her, smiling. "You can't help it, Momiji. It's just how you are."
She rolled her eyes. She loved her sister, but sometimes she couldn't stand her, which is understandable. She hated that she was so perfect and the more beautiful Kushinada. Though, she knew Kaede didn't like her all that much either, so it's a mutual feeling… But even after that, deep down, they both loved each other very much. It was a Kushinada thing.
"What do I owe the honor of this visit?" Momiji asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Do I really need an excuse to visit my own beloved sister?" she asked. "I think not."
She lifted her brow. "Yeah. I mean, it's not as if it happens all the time, Kaede. Don't you remember that we're at war against each other? Or are you having a memory elapse?"
She smiled and placed her hands on Momiji's shoulders. "Ah, my dear sister Momiji. You're so naïve, aren't you? You don't get anything. You're just like Kusanagi."
"Kusanagi?!?" Momiji exclaimed. "What about him? Do you know where he is? Kaede, if you do, you have to tell me!"
"Of course I know where he is, you fool," she said defensively. "I know everything that happens in the Underworld and this one."
She narrowed her eyes at her. She felt something deep inside of her clouding her ability to think straight. She didn't feel right… Almost as if she was being controlled.
"Don't worry, Momiji," Kaede whispered. "You have better things to worry about . Like yourself."
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To Be Continued…
Please Review!
Hi everyone! I'm sorry it took so long for this chapter! Bu I hope you guys like it, and please review!
Chapter Four
Murakumo hovered over the sleeping Kusanagi, while Akima scanned his mind for his memories of the Arigami. She found many images of his past, but his memories were mostly of his time protecting Kaede and Momiji. She didn't understand something, though. Of all his memories, she never saw one with her in them. Not a single one. She wondered why, since she has been with the Arigami for a long time… [Why aren't I in his memories?]
"Did you find anything, Akima?" Murakumo asked, looking up at her. "Even if it's the tiniest speck of information, it is still useful."
She snapped out of her overwhelming curiosity and looked up at him. "I've found some memories, Lord Murakumo. But there isn't much. They're mostly of him protecting the Kushinada."
He nodded, looking deep in thought. "I suspected that he wouldn't remember that much. He's stubborn, but I assure you that he can be overtaken with force."
"I've learned that already," she replied, thinking about what happened in the café.
"Yes. I believe you have," he said, smiling.
She started to open her mouth, but stopped. She couldn't as him her question. It's stupid, anyway. She's probably just worrying too much. [Yeah. That's it…It's not real. I'm just daydreaming.]
Noticing her wanting to say something, he said, "What, Akima? What is it that you want to ask me?"
She bit her lower lip. She wanted to ask him the question, but it would come out all wrong. She wanted to know why she isn't in Kusanagi's memories and why she has no recollection of her past either. Every time she tried to look back, an iron wall forms in the middle of her mind and she can't think. It's as if her mind is trying to hide something from her; a dark secret that she can't know about. She wished she was strong enough to knock the wall down and finally know the truth, but she wasn't.
"Akima?" Murakumo said, moving closer to her. "What is it? Are you all right?"
She didn't know what to say. She didn't know if she was all right or not. She was just as confused as a tangled ball of knots. But she didn't want to worry him, nor did she want to ask him her question. "I'm fine, Murakumo. Perfectly fine… I guess I'm just a little out of it today."
He leaned in to kiss her forehead and then kissed her lips. She smiled to herself, feeling his warmth enclose her like a box of passion. Though she was unsure about most things, she knew she was sure of her strong love for Murakumo.
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"Are you sure you didn't talk to him before then, Momiji?" Kunikida asked. "I mean, it's very unlikely for him to go a day without talking or contacting you. It's unlike Kusanagi to do that."
Momiji nodded and sighed. "I know! I wish I knew where he is! He totally stood me up without even telling me that he wasn't coming. I stood there for an hour waiting for him."
It was Sunday morning and Momiji was in Kunikida's office telling him about what happened yesterday. She was worried about him, but she tried to hide it with her anger, which didn't really work that well. But then, nothing ever goes the way she wants them to.
"Do you think he would run away from Tokyo?" he asked, leaning back in his leather-cushioned chair. "Would he get that fed up with this whole Arigami business and take off?"
"I hope not," she said with terror in her eyes. She shot up from her chair and slapped her hand on his desk. "Did he tell you anything? Did he tell you that he wanted to run away from me?"
Kunikida stood up from his chair and walked around his desk. He turned her to him. Tears slowly rolled down her face like a soft stream down a mountainside. He wiped her face with his thumb and hugged her. She was startled at first, since he never hugged her before or shown one ounce of affection towards her. But she always knew that he cared for her, even though he doesn't show it that much.
"Calm down, Momiji," he said, gently rubbing the back of her head. "I'm sure he hasn't run away. And if he has, we'll find him. I promise we will. Even if it takes forever."
She wiped the rest of her tears in his shirt and looked up at him. "Thank you, Kunikida. You really are like a dad to me," she said, smiling.
He smiled uneasily and then hurriedly sat down at his desk. "Yes, well, Momiji, I have work to do, so I'll talk to you later. But I'll tell Takeuchi and the others to keep a look out for Kusanagi."
She nodded. "Thanks." She waved good-bye to him and walked away, shrugging off the weird feeling she felt when Kunikida reacted the way he did about what she said.
She walked down the hallway, thinking about Kusanagi. She missed him, even more than she did before. She wanted to see him and take him in her arms, like she did so many times before. All those feelings that she wanted to feel were gone away with him. She felt lonely without them.
As she walked, she felt a weird chill circling her. It was like the feeling of wind during the winter when the snow is falling. Cool, crisp, and eerie. She wrapped her arms tightly around her, trying to make herself warm and to get rid of the feeling of being watched. But it didn't help at all. It only made it worse.
"Momiji…" an icy voice like water over dry ice said.
Momiji turned, but saw nothing. "Hello? Is anyone…there?"
No answer.
She scanned up and down the hall, but still saw nothing, only darkness in every corner. Not even a suspicious object. Nothing. She turned back to her original destination, making sure she paid close attention to her surroundings. The more and more she watched around her, the more frightened she felt. She couldn't take it anymore, so she stared to run. She ran with her arms pumping wildly at her sides.
"Momiji…" the voice said again, sounding closer with every stride she took. "Run. Run. Run all you want, Momiji, but you can't hide from me. Not your own sister."
Momiji turned her head, but as soon as she took her eyes off of where she was going, she tripped over her foot and fell to the ground, landing hard. "Ouch!"
Sinister laughter filled the hall. "Good job, Momiji. Not even I could accomplish that."
"I'm sorry that I'm not perfect," Momiji muttered to herself, and lifted herself off the ground, feeling pain simmering in her knees. "Why do I have to be so damn clumsy?"
Kaede appeared before her, smiling. "You can't help it, Momiji. It's just how you are."
She rolled her eyes. She loved her sister, but sometimes she couldn't stand her, which is understandable. She hated that she was so perfect and the more beautiful Kushinada. Though, she knew Kaede didn't like her all that much either, so it's a mutual feeling… But even after that, deep down, they both loved each other very much. It was a Kushinada thing.
"What do I owe the honor of this visit?" Momiji asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Do I really need an excuse to visit my own beloved sister?" she asked. "I think not."
She lifted her brow. "Yeah. I mean, it's not as if it happens all the time, Kaede. Don't you remember that we're at war against each other? Or are you having a memory elapse?"
She smiled and placed her hands on Momiji's shoulders. "Ah, my dear sister Momiji. You're so naïve, aren't you? You don't get anything. You're just like Kusanagi."
"Kusanagi?!?" Momiji exclaimed. "What about him? Do you know where he is? Kaede, if you do, you have to tell me!"
"Of course I know where he is, you fool," she said defensively. "I know everything that happens in the Underworld and this one."
She narrowed her eyes at her. She felt something deep inside of her clouding her ability to think straight. She didn't feel right… Almost as if she was being controlled.
"Don't worry, Momiji," Kaede whispered. "You have better things to worry about . Like yourself."
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To Be Continued…
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