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Chapter Five
Akima sat in a cave with the unconscious Kusanagi. She stared at him, thinking about his memories. She wanted to know the truth. The real truth about herself. It's kept hidden from her, but why? Why must it be hidden? Shouldn't she know her past and who she really is? There is so many questions, but no answers. She was at a standstill.
"Momiji…" Kusanagi whimpered, still unconscious. "Momiji, I'm sorry… I'm sorry that I--"
Akima stood up and walked towards him. She leaned over him, staring at his face. His lips stared to quiver and his eyelids twitched as if he was trying to open them. She placed her hand over the mitama that was engraved in the middle of his chest. She felt his life energy increasing and becoming more powerful. The Arigami's plans are going just as they expected them to. Maybe a little too well.
Kusanagi's eyes slowly opened. He looked up to see Akima's face beaming down at him. He wasn't sue how he knew her, since he doesn't remember her at all. He just knew. Just like he knew about the Arigami. All that information was already settled in his brain. It's as if he knew about it from the day he was born.
He reached for his forehead. His head throbbed from all the probing Akima and Murakumo had done to erase his memory of protecting the Kushinada and his feelings for Momiji. All of that was gone and replaced with new ones. Ones of hate and centuries of loyally fighting for the Arigami. He only knew of those times and he shunned from the others.
"You've finally awoken from your deep sleep, Kusanagi," Akima said with a sly grin extending across her face. "It's time for you to join the Arigami again. We have big plans for you. "
He blinked. "Kushinada… Must kill the Kushinada."
She nodded. "And you will, very soon. But before then, I have a special present for you." She put her hand in the middle of her chest and pressed down. A blue light shone through her hand and encircled them. She flinched a little, but she didn't shed a single tear. The blue mitama uprooted from her skin and fell into her palm. She placed it on his stomach. The mitama embedded itself into his skin. He was no longer an imperfect soul. He was now a full-fledged Arigami.
He clenched his fists as the energy raced through his veins. The power he felt was overwhelming, not like anything he ever felt before. "The power I feel is incredible. I'm now a complete soul."
"Yes. You are," she said, out of breath. "Now you may go do your new duty. But please be aware that there are others out there who destroy the Arigami. They are called the TAC. They have anti-Arigami weapons that can easily kill you, but I promise that they won't touch you."
He grinned and stood up. "I will honor the Arigami faithfully," he said, and faded away like a hologram.
Akima leaned against the stone platform Kusanagi was resting on. She was puffing breathlessly. Her giving up her mitama took a lot of strength from her.
"You shouldn't have done that," a voice snickered from the darkness. "It's not like you to be too nice."
She looked up to see a figure standing in the dark shadows of the room. "Step out, minstrel. Show yourself! I command you to!"
Laughter filled the air, taunting her like ghosts. She ignored it and stared into the darkness that surrounded her. Suddenly, a figure stepped out. She strained her eyes to see them better. Finally, her eyes adjusted to the dark and she could see who it was. It was Murakumo.
"Murakumo," she moaned, and laid back on the slab of stone. "I should've known it was you."
He walked closer to her. "Akima, why did you give up one of your mitamas?"
She smiled. "He needed it. He's not as strong with only seven of them."
"He'll be fine," he assured, and touched her forehead. "Now get some rest, because you're going to need it."
--
Momiji woke up in her bedroom. She sat up and placed her hand over her forehead. Her head throbbed in an unbearable pain and her muscles felt weak. She didn't understand it. Why did she feel so terrible? Why can't she remember what happened? She tried to look back, but something stopped her. It was as if a wall the size of the Great Wall of China was in her path. And she wasn't able to reach the top of it without falling to the hard ground.
"Momiji? What did you do to yourself?" she asked herself, rubbing her temples clockwise. "I feel as if I have a hang-over the size of Japan."
The only thing she remembered was being in Kunikida's office talking about Kusanagi and then running down the hall, because somebody was chasing her. It was---She doesn't remember who it was. All her memories were jumbled together like one big ball of knots. She couldn't untie them. She couldn't find the right root to start with.
"Momiji…" the wind whispered.
She looked outside her open window. Her curtains unfurled in the wind as if they were dancing with the wind. The night sky painted the landscape with blackness and the moon added a silver tint to the shadows. An eerie silence filled the air, which caused a chill to run up and down her spine.
She pulled the blankets up to her face. "Is anyone there?" she said in a trembling voice. "If someone's there, please answer me."
No answer, not a single thing stirred. The wind whipped around her humbly as if it was someone's breath gently blowing on her.
"Please," she pleaded. "If you're trying to scare me, you've already succeeded."
Suddenly there was a creak on her windowsill. She got so scared that she threw the covers over her head and tightly closed her eyes. Whenever she's scared, she always seems to end up under her covers. She liked to think of them as her protective shield, even though they were only made of cotton and some other soft material. She just wished Kusanagi would protect her just like her blankets: being next to her while she sleeps and waking up to him in the morning.
"I'm not trying to scare you, Momiji," a familiar voice said. He sounded just like--
"Kusanagi?!" she exclaimed, taking the covers off her head. It was him. Kusanagi.
He grinned. The same dopey grin that made her believe he was up to something. "Yeah. It's me, all right."
She smiled. But as she did, she realized how mad she was at him for standing her up. She crossed her arms and turned her head. "I'm mad at you, Kusanagi. I don't know if I could forgive you."
"What did I ever do to displease you?" he asked.
She widened her eyes and glared at him. "You stood me up, Kusanagi! It may not be a big deal from where you come, but here it's really wrong and mean."
He gave her a strange look. [What the hell is she talking about? No wonder why Murakumo wants her dead…I would, too, if I had to put up with her.]
She tilted her head and looked at him contently. He was different. His eyes were empty with no feeling and his actions were so unlike the Kusanagi she knew and loved. It was as if he was a different person, like a separate version of himself that she has never seen before.
Kusanagi clenched his fists as he walked closer to her. A grin lay lazily across his face and his eyes twinkled in fortitude. He had one mission and that was to capture the Kushinada and bring her back to the Arigami.
"Kusanagi?" Momiji said in a soft voice that seemed to echo in the wind. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He grinned and reached out to her. "You must come with me, Kushinada."
She pushed his hand away and stood up. "I will not come with you, Kusanagi. "You're acting weird and I'm mad at you."
He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to his body. "You are needed by the Arigami, Kushinada. You have no other choice than to come with me. So stop struggling and give up."
"Let me go!" she shouted, trying to get him to let go of her. "Please, let me go!"
Momiji continued to squirm away from his tight grasp on her arm. She tried to pry his hand from her arm, but she couldn't. It stuck to her arm like super glue. She looked up at him and grimaced at the hate in his eyes. He no longer was the same Kusanagi. All the things that she loved about him were gone and were replaced with a stranger. A stranger that she hated.
"Stop your scuffling and admit defeat," he said in a stern voice. "There is no use trying to fight a battle that the Arigami have already won."
She looked up at him and frowned. "I'm sorry that it has come to this, Kusanagi," she said, and kicked him in the shin. He let go of her arm and crouched over. She took the opportunity and ran out of the room and down the stairs.
She ran into the kitchen, her bare feet smacking the linoleum floor, where she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. On the counter sat Kaede, grinning wickedly at her. Momiji stepped back, not once taking her eye off her.
"Kaede?" she said. "What do you want?"
She jumped off the counter and walked towards her. "Well, Momiji, I've come to take you with me. And unlike Kusanagi, I won't let you get away so easily."
Momiji shook her head. "No, I won't let you!"
Kaede smiled and lifted up a remote control that was shaped like a triangle. "I'm sorry, but you see this remote? Earlier this afternoon, I put you in a trance and I was able to put a transmitter on the back of your neck. So I now completely control every movement you make."
Momiji reached behind her neck. She felt a piece of metal fused to the part of her neck where her hairline started. "Oh my God. Why are you doing this?"
She shrugged. "This wouldn't have happened if you damn humans didn't exist, as well as the Arigami," she said through gritted teeth. "Let's just say you're going to pay for your fellow humans' sins."
She turned around and started to run, but Kaede pressed a button and she fell to the ground, unconscious. As soon as she did, Kusanagi stepped into the room.
"Kaede," he whispered. "You're not leaving with her without a fight."
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To Be Continued…
Please Review!
Hi everybody! I finally wrote the next chapter! So I hope you like it and please don't forget to review!
Chapter Five
Akima sat in a cave with the unconscious Kusanagi. She stared at him, thinking about his memories. She wanted to know the truth. The real truth about herself. It's kept hidden from her, but why? Why must it be hidden? Shouldn't she know her past and who she really is? There is so many questions, but no answers. She was at a standstill.
"Momiji…" Kusanagi whimpered, still unconscious. "Momiji, I'm sorry… I'm sorry that I--"
Akima stood up and walked towards him. She leaned over him, staring at his face. His lips stared to quiver and his eyelids twitched as if he was trying to open them. She placed her hand over the mitama that was engraved in the middle of his chest. She felt his life energy increasing and becoming more powerful. The Arigami's plans are going just as they expected them to. Maybe a little too well.
Kusanagi's eyes slowly opened. He looked up to see Akima's face beaming down at him. He wasn't sue how he knew her, since he doesn't remember her at all. He just knew. Just like he knew about the Arigami. All that information was already settled in his brain. It's as if he knew about it from the day he was born.
He reached for his forehead. His head throbbed from all the probing Akima and Murakumo had done to erase his memory of protecting the Kushinada and his feelings for Momiji. All of that was gone and replaced with new ones. Ones of hate and centuries of loyally fighting for the Arigami. He only knew of those times and he shunned from the others.
"You've finally awoken from your deep sleep, Kusanagi," Akima said with a sly grin extending across her face. "It's time for you to join the Arigami again. We have big plans for you. "
He blinked. "Kushinada… Must kill the Kushinada."
She nodded. "And you will, very soon. But before then, I have a special present for you." She put her hand in the middle of her chest and pressed down. A blue light shone through her hand and encircled them. She flinched a little, but she didn't shed a single tear. The blue mitama uprooted from her skin and fell into her palm. She placed it on his stomach. The mitama embedded itself into his skin. He was no longer an imperfect soul. He was now a full-fledged Arigami.
He clenched his fists as the energy raced through his veins. The power he felt was overwhelming, not like anything he ever felt before. "The power I feel is incredible. I'm now a complete soul."
"Yes. You are," she said, out of breath. "Now you may go do your new duty. But please be aware that there are others out there who destroy the Arigami. They are called the TAC. They have anti-Arigami weapons that can easily kill you, but I promise that they won't touch you."
He grinned and stood up. "I will honor the Arigami faithfully," he said, and faded away like a hologram.
Akima leaned against the stone platform Kusanagi was resting on. She was puffing breathlessly. Her giving up her mitama took a lot of strength from her.
"You shouldn't have done that," a voice snickered from the darkness. "It's not like you to be too nice."
She looked up to see a figure standing in the dark shadows of the room. "Step out, minstrel. Show yourself! I command you to!"
Laughter filled the air, taunting her like ghosts. She ignored it and stared into the darkness that surrounded her. Suddenly, a figure stepped out. She strained her eyes to see them better. Finally, her eyes adjusted to the dark and she could see who it was. It was Murakumo.
"Murakumo," she moaned, and laid back on the slab of stone. "I should've known it was you."
He walked closer to her. "Akima, why did you give up one of your mitamas?"
She smiled. "He needed it. He's not as strong with only seven of them."
"He'll be fine," he assured, and touched her forehead. "Now get some rest, because you're going to need it."
--
Momiji woke up in her bedroom. She sat up and placed her hand over her forehead. Her head throbbed in an unbearable pain and her muscles felt weak. She didn't understand it. Why did she feel so terrible? Why can't she remember what happened? She tried to look back, but something stopped her. It was as if a wall the size of the Great Wall of China was in her path. And she wasn't able to reach the top of it without falling to the hard ground.
"Momiji? What did you do to yourself?" she asked herself, rubbing her temples clockwise. "I feel as if I have a hang-over the size of Japan."
The only thing she remembered was being in Kunikida's office talking about Kusanagi and then running down the hall, because somebody was chasing her. It was---She doesn't remember who it was. All her memories were jumbled together like one big ball of knots. She couldn't untie them. She couldn't find the right root to start with.
"Momiji…" the wind whispered.
She looked outside her open window. Her curtains unfurled in the wind as if they were dancing with the wind. The night sky painted the landscape with blackness and the moon added a silver tint to the shadows. An eerie silence filled the air, which caused a chill to run up and down her spine.
She pulled the blankets up to her face. "Is anyone there?" she said in a trembling voice. "If someone's there, please answer me."
No answer, not a single thing stirred. The wind whipped around her humbly as if it was someone's breath gently blowing on her.
"Please," she pleaded. "If you're trying to scare me, you've already succeeded."
Suddenly there was a creak on her windowsill. She got so scared that she threw the covers over her head and tightly closed her eyes. Whenever she's scared, she always seems to end up under her covers. She liked to think of them as her protective shield, even though they were only made of cotton and some other soft material. She just wished Kusanagi would protect her just like her blankets: being next to her while she sleeps and waking up to him in the morning.
"I'm not trying to scare you, Momiji," a familiar voice said. He sounded just like--
"Kusanagi?!" she exclaimed, taking the covers off her head. It was him. Kusanagi.
He grinned. The same dopey grin that made her believe he was up to something. "Yeah. It's me, all right."
She smiled. But as she did, she realized how mad she was at him for standing her up. She crossed her arms and turned her head. "I'm mad at you, Kusanagi. I don't know if I could forgive you."
"What did I ever do to displease you?" he asked.
She widened her eyes and glared at him. "You stood me up, Kusanagi! It may not be a big deal from where you come, but here it's really wrong and mean."
He gave her a strange look. [What the hell is she talking about? No wonder why Murakumo wants her dead…I would, too, if I had to put up with her.]
She tilted her head and looked at him contently. He was different. His eyes were empty with no feeling and his actions were so unlike the Kusanagi she knew and loved. It was as if he was a different person, like a separate version of himself that she has never seen before.
Kusanagi clenched his fists as he walked closer to her. A grin lay lazily across his face and his eyes twinkled in fortitude. He had one mission and that was to capture the Kushinada and bring her back to the Arigami.
"Kusanagi?" Momiji said in a soft voice that seemed to echo in the wind. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He grinned and reached out to her. "You must come with me, Kushinada."
She pushed his hand away and stood up. "I will not come with you, Kusanagi. "You're acting weird and I'm mad at you."
He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to his body. "You are needed by the Arigami, Kushinada. You have no other choice than to come with me. So stop struggling and give up."
"Let me go!" she shouted, trying to get him to let go of her. "Please, let me go!"
Momiji continued to squirm away from his tight grasp on her arm. She tried to pry his hand from her arm, but she couldn't. It stuck to her arm like super glue. She looked up at him and grimaced at the hate in his eyes. He no longer was the same Kusanagi. All the things that she loved about him were gone and were replaced with a stranger. A stranger that she hated.
"Stop your scuffling and admit defeat," he said in a stern voice. "There is no use trying to fight a battle that the Arigami have already won."
She looked up at him and frowned. "I'm sorry that it has come to this, Kusanagi," she said, and kicked him in the shin. He let go of her arm and crouched over. She took the opportunity and ran out of the room and down the stairs.
She ran into the kitchen, her bare feet smacking the linoleum floor, where she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. On the counter sat Kaede, grinning wickedly at her. Momiji stepped back, not once taking her eye off her.
"Kaede?" she said. "What do you want?"
She jumped off the counter and walked towards her. "Well, Momiji, I've come to take you with me. And unlike Kusanagi, I won't let you get away so easily."
Momiji shook her head. "No, I won't let you!"
Kaede smiled and lifted up a remote control that was shaped like a triangle. "I'm sorry, but you see this remote? Earlier this afternoon, I put you in a trance and I was able to put a transmitter on the back of your neck. So I now completely control every movement you make."
Momiji reached behind her neck. She felt a piece of metal fused to the part of her neck where her hairline started. "Oh my God. Why are you doing this?"
She shrugged. "This wouldn't have happened if you damn humans didn't exist, as well as the Arigami," she said through gritted teeth. "Let's just say you're going to pay for your fellow humans' sins."
She turned around and started to run, but Kaede pressed a button and she fell to the ground, unconscious. As soon as she did, Kusanagi stepped into the room.
"Kaede," he whispered. "You're not leaving with her without a fight."
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To Be Continued…
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