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Chapter Eight
"I'm freezing," Momiji admitted as her teeth chattered. "Is there anyway the Arigami will make it warmer? You did say it could grant you anything."
Kusanagi looked up at her and glared. "You never shut up, do you?"
She shook her head. "No. That's why I'm called a chatterbox in school," she replied. "So…can you do something about it?"
He grunted and slid off of the rock. He began to pick up small logs and sticks, and then started to build a tiny pyramid of wood. Once he was sure it was sturdy, he lit it with a zap of energy from his finger. Flames started to intertwine with the wood, creating a crackling noise.
Momiji smiled as the fire's heat poured over her body like warm honey. "Thank you, Kusanagi. I really appreciate it."
He shrugged. "Don't think I did it for you, because I didn't. I was starting to get a little cold myself and the Arigami doesn't need the Kushinada to die just yet."
She frowned. She didn't like how he was acting toward her. She hated it. She wanted him to be the same Kusanagi he was before he turned into just one of the Arigami's many marionettes. And for some reason unknown to her, she has a feeling that they will clip his strings when they're through using him. The hardest thing about that, is that she can't stop it from happening.
"I feel it," he said, more to himself than to Momiji.
"Feel what, Kusanagi?" she asked.
"Japan is crying. She wants to be free from all her suffering and all her grieving. But you humans won't let her breathe clean air," he paused. "She wants to thrive, not die. But you won't let her. You humans deserve everything you get."
"You feel that," she said, breathing hard, "but you can't feel anything for me. Why, Kusanagi? Why can't you feel my suffering or my grief?"
Kusanagi grabbed his chest as if he were in pain. He never felt this way before. He knew it's forbidden for him to feel this way, especially about the enemy. It was treason that has killed many before him who have felt something for the enemy. But he didn't feel threatened. He felt as if it were right for him to feel this way. It was like destiny or something.
"Come back to me, please," she pleaded. "Kusanagi, you can't stay away from me forever."
He stood up and paced back and forth nervously. [Why are you letting these feelings take over? Why aren't you strong enough to overcome them? Why do I want them to stay?]
He was about to say something, when there was a rustle in forest. He turned around. His eyes shifted as he scanned over the vast woodland. He didn't see anything suspicious. He only heard the rustling sound that got louder and louder with each passing moment. The sound seemed to circle them, like a carousel at a carnival.
"What is that, Kusanagi?" Momiji asked in a frightened tone.
He walked up to her and turned his back to her. "I don't know, but shut up," he snapped, and then erected the blades from his arms. He stood in front of Momiji, ready to protect her from whatever danger that lurked in the forest. For some reason, this felt familiar to him, as if he did this all of his life. He shook the thought out of his head and continued to scan the trees and shrubbery.
The sound suddenly stopped, leaving an eerie silence suspended in the air. Nothing made a sound, not even a cricket chirped. Everything stayed silent for that full minute that seemed more like an hour.
"Kusanagi!" Momiji shouted.
He quickly turned around to see dark figures hiding behind the tree. "Who's there?" he asked with evil in his voice. He slowly stepped around the tree. He suddenly jumped back as five dark figures stepped out in front of him. They walked toward him, holding weird-looking weapons. "Who are you?"
The figures stepped out of the darkness and into the moonlight. The light swept over them, revealing their faces. It was the TAC.
"Kusanagi, we're so glad we found you," Kunikida said, and turned to the tree. "Momiji! Are you all right?"
She shrugged. "I've been better."
Kome and Yaegashi started to cut the vines around Momiji's body, when Kusanagi stopped them. He took their knives and broke them in half. "You will not help the Kushinada," he said.
They looked at him strangely. "What's the matter with you, Kusanagi?" Kome asked. "Why did you do that?"
Momiji shook her head. "He's not the same Kusanagi," she said. "He's with the Arigami now."
Takeuchi walked up to him and pointed a gun to his chest. "If that is true, you are no longer an ally of ours."
He glared down at her. Her eyes were filled with fright, but she tried to hide it with her pinched expression. He grinned. He was glad that she was scared of him. It gave him power over her. "Oh really? Well, I assure you that I am the enemy. As well as you are to me."
She held her finger over the trigger, ready to shoot, but she couldn't gain enough courage to push it. It was as if something were pulling on her finger to stop her. She couldn't shoot a friend. Even though he's on the Arigami side now, she can't do it. The memories of him from the past wouldn't let her.
He leaned his face toward her. "Pull it," he coaxed in a quiet voice. "I dare you."
She shook her head and put the gun back in her holster. "I won't, Kusanagi."
He shrugged. "It's your loss," he said, and pushed her to the ground. "Never hesitate."
The others crowded around Takeuchi and helped her up to her feet. They glared at Kusanagi with arrows in their eyes. Even Momiji looked disgusted with him, though she didn't show is as much as they did. He hated the looks on their faces. Each look hurt him more than the next, as if they were stabbing his heart one right after another. It made him feel appalled with himself. And that made him hate himself even more.
He didn't know why he felt like this. He's not even supposed to feel this way. He's preordained to hate the TAC and the Kushinada, so why does he feel like this? Why does he wish he could help them with defeating the Arigami and Susana-oh?
"Kusanagi, if you don't let Momiji down, I'll shoot you," Kome said, aiming her gun at him. "I'm not as softhearted as Takeuchi is. So I will do it without faltering."
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Akima sat with Murakumo, gazing at the field of stars in the sky. "Murakumo?" she said. "Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer me if you don't want to."
He turned to her and nodded. "Ask me now, because you never know what the future holds for us, Akima."
"Don't talk like that. It isn't funny at all," she scolded, and the looked at the ground. "Kaede said something to me that was very strange."
"Kaede says a lot of strange things," he said, and leaned back against a tree. "It's because she's a strange person and she likes to play games with people's minds. It's her nature."
She shook her head. "No, not this time. I really think she was hinting at something," she said, and looked up at him. "She said something about me being a part of you. What did she mean by that, Murakumo? Why would she say something like that to me?"
He shrugged and stayed silent. He looked as if he were hiding something from her. He was keeping her ignorant of the situation. He didn't want her to know the real truth. The truth that he has kept from her ever since her creation. He never planned on telling her. He thought he'd be able to keep it from her forever, but now he's not so sure.
She grabbed his arm and turned him to face her. "Murakumo, please don't keep things from me. Don't bottle yourself up, you're not exactly a genie in a magic lamp. So tell me."
He looked into her eyes. He couldn't keep it from her anymore. He had to tell her. "First you have to promise you won't get mad at me."
She let go of his arm and backed away a few steps. "I promise," she said. "I'd never be mad at you, Murakumo."
"Right." He cleared his throat and took in a deep breath. "Akima, the reason you can't remember anything in the past is because you never had a present, nor do you have a future. You only have a present."
She narrowed her eyebrows at him. "What do you mean? I'm not quite following you."
"What I mean is that you have no permanence in this world," he said, standing up. "You are a creation. A synthetic machine."
She looked down at the ground. "I'm not a real Arigami, then?" she asked.
"You are real, Akima," he said, and grabbed a hold of her shoulders. "You have a part of me in you; the raging blood of the Arigami. That is why she said that. But even though you're not a pure Arigami, you have the heart of one and that makes you real enough for me."
She looked into his eyes. They were full of sincerity and a sweetness she has never seen before. Maybe he was telling her the truth and that he really meant that she was real enough for him.
"I'm sorry I never told you," he admitted. "I thought I would be protecting you by not telling you the truth."
She smiled and brushed away his hair that feel into his face. "It's all right. It doesn't matter to me anymore. The only thing that matters is that we foil Kaede and Susana-oh's plans."
He nodded. "And it matters that we do it together."
Their eyes met like magnets attracting towards each other. And for that moment, nothing made a single sound, except for their rampant hearts beating in unison. They leaned in towards each other. Their lips hovered over each other in a teasing way. Then finally, their lips met. Pleasure flourished inside of their bodies like a blooming flower. And no matter what happens in the future, Akima knew they would always have that kiss.
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In the distance, a loud explosion was heard…
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To Be Continued…
Please Review!
Hey everyone! I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter up! I hope you like it and please don't forget to review!
Chapter Eight
"I'm freezing," Momiji admitted as her teeth chattered. "Is there anyway the Arigami will make it warmer? You did say it could grant you anything."
Kusanagi looked up at her and glared. "You never shut up, do you?"
She shook her head. "No. That's why I'm called a chatterbox in school," she replied. "So…can you do something about it?"
He grunted and slid off of the rock. He began to pick up small logs and sticks, and then started to build a tiny pyramid of wood. Once he was sure it was sturdy, he lit it with a zap of energy from his finger. Flames started to intertwine with the wood, creating a crackling noise.
Momiji smiled as the fire's heat poured over her body like warm honey. "Thank you, Kusanagi. I really appreciate it."
He shrugged. "Don't think I did it for you, because I didn't. I was starting to get a little cold myself and the Arigami doesn't need the Kushinada to die just yet."
She frowned. She didn't like how he was acting toward her. She hated it. She wanted him to be the same Kusanagi he was before he turned into just one of the Arigami's many marionettes. And for some reason unknown to her, she has a feeling that they will clip his strings when they're through using him. The hardest thing about that, is that she can't stop it from happening.
"I feel it," he said, more to himself than to Momiji.
"Feel what, Kusanagi?" she asked.
"Japan is crying. She wants to be free from all her suffering and all her grieving. But you humans won't let her breathe clean air," he paused. "She wants to thrive, not die. But you won't let her. You humans deserve everything you get."
"You feel that," she said, breathing hard, "but you can't feel anything for me. Why, Kusanagi? Why can't you feel my suffering or my grief?"
Kusanagi grabbed his chest as if he were in pain. He never felt this way before. He knew it's forbidden for him to feel this way, especially about the enemy. It was treason that has killed many before him who have felt something for the enemy. But he didn't feel threatened. He felt as if it were right for him to feel this way. It was like destiny or something.
"Come back to me, please," she pleaded. "Kusanagi, you can't stay away from me forever."
He stood up and paced back and forth nervously. [Why are you letting these feelings take over? Why aren't you strong enough to overcome them? Why do I want them to stay?]
He was about to say something, when there was a rustle in forest. He turned around. His eyes shifted as he scanned over the vast woodland. He didn't see anything suspicious. He only heard the rustling sound that got louder and louder with each passing moment. The sound seemed to circle them, like a carousel at a carnival.
"What is that, Kusanagi?" Momiji asked in a frightened tone.
He walked up to her and turned his back to her. "I don't know, but shut up," he snapped, and then erected the blades from his arms. He stood in front of Momiji, ready to protect her from whatever danger that lurked in the forest. For some reason, this felt familiar to him, as if he did this all of his life. He shook the thought out of his head and continued to scan the trees and shrubbery.
The sound suddenly stopped, leaving an eerie silence suspended in the air. Nothing made a sound, not even a cricket chirped. Everything stayed silent for that full minute that seemed more like an hour.
"Kusanagi!" Momiji shouted.
He quickly turned around to see dark figures hiding behind the tree. "Who's there?" he asked with evil in his voice. He slowly stepped around the tree. He suddenly jumped back as five dark figures stepped out in front of him. They walked toward him, holding weird-looking weapons. "Who are you?"
The figures stepped out of the darkness and into the moonlight. The light swept over them, revealing their faces. It was the TAC.
"Kusanagi, we're so glad we found you," Kunikida said, and turned to the tree. "Momiji! Are you all right?"
She shrugged. "I've been better."
Kome and Yaegashi started to cut the vines around Momiji's body, when Kusanagi stopped them. He took their knives and broke them in half. "You will not help the Kushinada," he said.
They looked at him strangely. "What's the matter with you, Kusanagi?" Kome asked. "Why did you do that?"
Momiji shook her head. "He's not the same Kusanagi," she said. "He's with the Arigami now."
Takeuchi walked up to him and pointed a gun to his chest. "If that is true, you are no longer an ally of ours."
He glared down at her. Her eyes were filled with fright, but she tried to hide it with her pinched expression. He grinned. He was glad that she was scared of him. It gave him power over her. "Oh really? Well, I assure you that I am the enemy. As well as you are to me."
She held her finger over the trigger, ready to shoot, but she couldn't gain enough courage to push it. It was as if something were pulling on her finger to stop her. She couldn't shoot a friend. Even though he's on the Arigami side now, she can't do it. The memories of him from the past wouldn't let her.
He leaned his face toward her. "Pull it," he coaxed in a quiet voice. "I dare you."
She shook her head and put the gun back in her holster. "I won't, Kusanagi."
He shrugged. "It's your loss," he said, and pushed her to the ground. "Never hesitate."
The others crowded around Takeuchi and helped her up to her feet. They glared at Kusanagi with arrows in their eyes. Even Momiji looked disgusted with him, though she didn't show is as much as they did. He hated the looks on their faces. Each look hurt him more than the next, as if they were stabbing his heart one right after another. It made him feel appalled with himself. And that made him hate himself even more.
He didn't know why he felt like this. He's not even supposed to feel this way. He's preordained to hate the TAC and the Kushinada, so why does he feel like this? Why does he wish he could help them with defeating the Arigami and Susana-oh?
"Kusanagi, if you don't let Momiji down, I'll shoot you," Kome said, aiming her gun at him. "I'm not as softhearted as Takeuchi is. So I will do it without faltering."
--
Akima sat with Murakumo, gazing at the field of stars in the sky. "Murakumo?" she said. "Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer me if you don't want to."
He turned to her and nodded. "Ask me now, because you never know what the future holds for us, Akima."
"Don't talk like that. It isn't funny at all," she scolded, and the looked at the ground. "Kaede said something to me that was very strange."
"Kaede says a lot of strange things," he said, and leaned back against a tree. "It's because she's a strange person and she likes to play games with people's minds. It's her nature."
She shook her head. "No, not this time. I really think she was hinting at something," she said, and looked up at him. "She said something about me being a part of you. What did she mean by that, Murakumo? Why would she say something like that to me?"
He shrugged and stayed silent. He looked as if he were hiding something from her. He was keeping her ignorant of the situation. He didn't want her to know the real truth. The truth that he has kept from her ever since her creation. He never planned on telling her. He thought he'd be able to keep it from her forever, but now he's not so sure.
She grabbed his arm and turned him to face her. "Murakumo, please don't keep things from me. Don't bottle yourself up, you're not exactly a genie in a magic lamp. So tell me."
He looked into her eyes. He couldn't keep it from her anymore. He had to tell her. "First you have to promise you won't get mad at me."
She let go of his arm and backed away a few steps. "I promise," she said. "I'd never be mad at you, Murakumo."
"Right." He cleared his throat and took in a deep breath. "Akima, the reason you can't remember anything in the past is because you never had a present, nor do you have a future. You only have a present."
She narrowed her eyebrows at him. "What do you mean? I'm not quite following you."
"What I mean is that you have no permanence in this world," he said, standing up. "You are a creation. A synthetic machine."
She looked down at the ground. "I'm not a real Arigami, then?" she asked.
"You are real, Akima," he said, and grabbed a hold of her shoulders. "You have a part of me in you; the raging blood of the Arigami. That is why she said that. But even though you're not a pure Arigami, you have the heart of one and that makes you real enough for me."
She looked into his eyes. They were full of sincerity and a sweetness she has never seen before. Maybe he was telling her the truth and that he really meant that she was real enough for him.
"I'm sorry I never told you," he admitted. "I thought I would be protecting you by not telling you the truth."
She smiled and brushed away his hair that feel into his face. "It's all right. It doesn't matter to me anymore. The only thing that matters is that we foil Kaede and Susana-oh's plans."
He nodded. "And it matters that we do it together."
Their eyes met like magnets attracting towards each other. And for that moment, nothing made a single sound, except for their rampant hearts beating in unison. They leaned in towards each other. Their lips hovered over each other in a teasing way. Then finally, their lips met. Pleasure flourished inside of their bodies like a blooming flower. And no matter what happens in the future, Akima knew they would always have that kiss.
--
In the distance, a loud explosion was heard…
--
To Be Continued…
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