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Author's Blabber-about-nothing-important: Well, I don't know if you people actually reviewed but I'm writing this anyway cause I'm bored out of my mind... Enjoy.
Another Chance at Life By Weasel1029 (rokinevilweasel1029@hotmail.com)
*****Chapter 8 ~ Bloody Sarai *****
Kujiro sat across from the bulgy bag. She had lit half the candles and essences she bought on her trip. The vile smile that was drafting from the bag was becoming unbearable. She mixed her herbs, many of which have never been seen to the human eye. Leaves and flowers of all types; she mixed it all to a paste. Now all she had to do was lay it next to his body. The potency of her mixture was immeasurable. It could make an old lady look like a teenager again, and if used correctly, reverse the decomposing process. By the morning the body should look better and not smell as much. She prepared everything else to perform the sarai tomorrow.
Unable to sleep she went to the temple to pray.
Knowing what was going to happen to her tomorrow she prayed that the gods would go easily on her.
~*~
Sano was walking back to the dojo after gambling. Something was different though. He just couldn't bring himself to gamble that night, and was wondering around the dojo. He walked past the temple to see a hunched figure in the darkness of the night looking as through in deep prayer. He came closer to hear someone whispering to the gods to go easy...?
Through the darkness he saw blue eyes looking straight at him, at first he thought it was Kaoru but they weren't the same. They didn't hold as much emotions, basically none except worry. But he had seen those eyes before,
"What are you doing up so late Sano?"
It was Kujiro, but praying? 'What the hell?'
"I don't know, letting my legs carry me I guess."
"Oh, if I can, I will bring back Sagara-san tomorrow night. I have already brewed a mixture that should reverse his decomposing body. I must warn you that if you break the circle while I am being tested then all hopes of Sagara-san coming back are gone."
"Wait, what do you mean by tested and breaking the circle?" Sano was confused by Kujiro's subtleness.
"You cannot step in the boundaries that will appear, no matter what." She put strain on those last 3 words.
'What is she talking about?!'
"Well, why would I step in the boundaries?"
"Because, it may seem that I will need help, but you cannot step in the boundaries," She once again put strain on those 7 words... but her subtleness wasn't helping him understand her hidden meaning at all. He hated it when people spoke in riddles.
"Well, good night Sano. I have to get some rest for tomorrow night."
He just watched her walk off into the darkness and heard the miniscule sound of a door sliding open and closed.
Sano himself couldn't sleep that night, anticipation kept him awake until he finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.
When he woke up in the morning he smelled Kujiro's cooking, when he walked in she looked just as tired as he was.
"Morning..." he yawned.
"Ohayo, tell everyone else not to bother me today please."
"Why not?"
"I need to prepare in silence."
"Ya know Kujiro, you never told us what would happen during this thing," Ajisai appeared at the smell of breakfast. It was on her instinct to smell Kujiro's cooking.
"Because I don't want you to be alarmed."
"Kujiro... what is going to happen that would get any of us worried?!" Ajisai hated Kujiro's riddles... come to think of it, she hated when she dropped clues trying to get you off her back hoping that that would be enough. She would be so... protective, not wanting you to know; thinking it would help, leaving you clueless until it happened.
"Just leave it, you'll find out tonight."
"Iie, there is no way I'm letting you go off with your riddles. Tell me."
"I will be tested by the gods since they don't like to loose their dead. I will be tested on strength of heart and body; also my abilities. So don't worry if I get hurt."
During breakfast everyone was quite until Yahiko walked in with his usually spiky hair flattened temporarily. With in minutes of sitting down his hair stood up as usual.
"My god, he is alive after all," Kujiro joked.
Yahiko didn't respond to this comment which surprised everyone. He just sat down and started eating.
"Yahiko is something wrong," Kaoru asked.
Yahiko looked up from his food, "Huh? What are you talking about Busu?"
"Yahiko-chan!" That was it; Kaoru's nifty bokken was out and found its target leaving a big bump on poor Yahiko's head.
Kujiro and Ajisai just sat there, not used to this behavior from the two of them. It must have shown on their face because Sano spoke up, "Oh don't worry there guys, they do this at least 5 times a day, you see that's why Yahiko has such a hard head."
Kujiro had a smirk on her face and Ajisai had a devious smile plastered on hers. ~*~
The full moon lightened the black skies. It was the only source of light for a group of figures in the middle of a clearing in the woods.
Kujiro lifted the cover off of the dead corpus of Souzou Sagara.
Everyone but Kujiro's eyes were wide at the sight of seeing Souzou's body. It was as though he was just sleeping, all his skin was replenished and if they had not known better they would easily think he was sleeping.
'Their eyes were that wide when I told them this afternoon. Especially when I said that it was Souzou that I was reincarnating...'
"Everyone, I must ask that you don't interfere at any time until his eyes open. This is gravely important if you want Souzou-san to live again."
Kujiro turned around and knelt next to the body, she took the bottles containing mixed powders that she placed there earlier and opened one. She took about a handful of the blood red grains and poured them into Souzou's mouth. She then chanted a language none of them heard before, Megumi, Sano, Kenshin, Kaoru, and Yahiko were mesmerized. Ajisai wasn't, only because she had seen Kujiro do things like that before, it was nothing new.
There was a slight tremor after a while of Kujiro's chanting, she stopped chanting and looked at Souzou's body... nothing, as expected.
It was like some thing invisible took Kujiro's hand and pulled her up into the air. Everyone watching including Ajisai was now mesmerized. For awhile she just hovered, her hot breathe making steady clouds of steam. It was a chilly spring night, when the frost had not quite gone away and making its last effect before spring warmth came in full force.
Then they heard a sharp gasp of breathe as Kujiro's body writhed in the air, it was struggling at some unseen force; like the one that pulled her up. It could barely be seen; the drop of liquid that left her body and fell to the floor. It was soon followed by others, and soon it was constantly dripping. Her body continued writhing and her body became bruised, but in the darkness of the night it couldn't be seen.
She wanted to scream out in pain; unleash her growing pain, anger, and frustration. She was angry and frustrated at her growing desire to scream out her organs. She felt cut upon cut being made and smelt her own blood, it became overpowering. She was fighting the pressure against her legs to bend them in a most uncomfortable position and break a bone.
But she was concentrating too much on her legs when pain shot up her arm faster than a bullet, and a loud crack was heard. The pain didn't last long as she scrunched up her face to ignore it.
Kenshin heard all this, he was horrified. His whole purpose after the revolution was to protect people, and he found that he could protect Kujiro- dono. It made him feel weak, that he couldn't protect her.
Ajisai closed her eyes as the loud crack was heard. She didn't like the thought of her best friend being hurt by anything else. She just hoped Kujiro could handle it and would be able to finish what she started.
The puddle under Kujiro was already being absorbed into the ground, making the soil an ugly clay color.
Kujiro felt all the pain stop and voices fill her head, demanding answers to their questions. Some were kind and others were aggressive and demanding. She was feeling dizzy from all the confusion and dull pain in her body.
One asked, 'Why should we give him to YOU?'
'I owe him a life debt,' her voice was strong since it was her mental voice. A thought flashed through her head, 'Am I crazy?! I am talking to voices in my head!'
They all chuckled at her thought. A cruel voice as cold and devious as a snake said, 'So if we kill you and let the man return to his body then no one will care. After all, it's a life debt. Once we kill you and bring him back your life debt is repaid. Why not have a trade?! Sagara Souzou for Nakao Kujiro; Nagasaki's powerful apprentice.'
'No way in hell,' she viciously spat.
The voice was angered but didn't succeed in keeping it unknown in his tone of voice, 'Why not?'
'The people around me need me. If I die it will bring them great sadness... well more like it will bring Ajisai great sadness.'
'One person?'
'One person could make a world of differences. Ajisai could go on and become a manslayer and easily kill many innocent people, she could easily fall back into her old slayer habits. I don't wan that for her.'
There was no response from any one. Complete silence in her mind. It was eerie, after hearing all that commotion and one voice overpowering the others... silence was just scary then. She supposed that they had decided to kill her when she felt her body drop. She thought that she would just keep falling forever until her soul went to Nochinoyo. But she hit the forest floor, and hard. She felt the blood that wasn't absorbed into the ground splash at her sudden impact. She felt pissed off all of a sudden. 'They could gently bring me up in the air but they couldn't gently let me down?!'
She was mumbling curse words at the 'Gods.'
Ajisai knowingly smiled. 'Kujiro must be fine enough to have time to curse off people.'
Kujiro was still mumbling when she dragged her own body over to Souzou's. She was clutching one cut in her side that because of the blood flow was most likely very close to the vein.
Souzou's body looked no different from when she last saw it. But it looked a hell of a lot better from when she first saw the rotten corpse. His muscles weren't quite starting to deteriorate yet; some of his skin was still there surprisingly. He was being preserved a little bit, which made it easier on Kujiro. His eyes were gone leaving 2 gaps in his face, but his hair was still there, and falling in his face. It still looked a little soft.
You could see some of his jaw bone, and by then the flies had come. His cheeks had gaping holes in them, you could see inside his mouth... His clothes were changed from when he was killed, she could tell because there was no blood, but were there was a gaping whole in his burial gi you could see the bullet wounds they didn't even try to hide. That was enough for her after that. The smell was starting to get to her and the sight.
But now his skin was flawless, and the wounds on his chest were just scars.
She made her self kneel next to him and sit there, ignoring the waves of pain coming from her legs at having her body force on them.
She started to murmur ancient words that the others couldn't understand. It seemed that she knew an entire different language and she had an odd accent when she spoke it. She gradually became louder.
A light appeared above Souzou's body, Kujiro had to shield herself from being blinded. It was gradually getting bigger and stronger light. It rose high into the air and dove straight into Souzou's body.
Everyone's eyes were hurting from the sudden light and now that it was gone, their eyes weren't used to this much darkness, and they couldn't see their hands.
It didn't matter to Kujiro though; she wanted to know if her spell had worked.
Author's blabber-about-nothing-important: Well I got another review and I actually was in a writing mood when I wrote this, so it should be a pretty descriptive chapter... I tried to not really go into the dead corpse of Souzou just incase some of you aren't into gore, but I couldn't keep it out! I LOVE gore! It doesn't bother me at all! So, please review!
Ja ne minna-san!
Weasel ^o^
Author's Blabber-about-nothing-important: Well, I don't know if you people actually reviewed but I'm writing this anyway cause I'm bored out of my mind... Enjoy.
Another Chance at Life By Weasel1029 (rokinevilweasel1029@hotmail.com)
*****Chapter 8 ~ Bloody Sarai *****
Kujiro sat across from the bulgy bag. She had lit half the candles and essences she bought on her trip. The vile smile that was drafting from the bag was becoming unbearable. She mixed her herbs, many of which have never been seen to the human eye. Leaves and flowers of all types; she mixed it all to a paste. Now all she had to do was lay it next to his body. The potency of her mixture was immeasurable. It could make an old lady look like a teenager again, and if used correctly, reverse the decomposing process. By the morning the body should look better and not smell as much. She prepared everything else to perform the sarai tomorrow.
Unable to sleep she went to the temple to pray.
Knowing what was going to happen to her tomorrow she prayed that the gods would go easily on her.
~*~
Sano was walking back to the dojo after gambling. Something was different though. He just couldn't bring himself to gamble that night, and was wondering around the dojo. He walked past the temple to see a hunched figure in the darkness of the night looking as through in deep prayer. He came closer to hear someone whispering to the gods to go easy...?
Through the darkness he saw blue eyes looking straight at him, at first he thought it was Kaoru but they weren't the same. They didn't hold as much emotions, basically none except worry. But he had seen those eyes before,
"What are you doing up so late Sano?"
It was Kujiro, but praying? 'What the hell?'
"I don't know, letting my legs carry me I guess."
"Oh, if I can, I will bring back Sagara-san tomorrow night. I have already brewed a mixture that should reverse his decomposing body. I must warn you that if you break the circle while I am being tested then all hopes of Sagara-san coming back are gone."
"Wait, what do you mean by tested and breaking the circle?" Sano was confused by Kujiro's subtleness.
"You cannot step in the boundaries that will appear, no matter what." She put strain on those last 3 words.
'What is she talking about?!'
"Well, why would I step in the boundaries?"
"Because, it may seem that I will need help, but you cannot step in the boundaries," She once again put strain on those 7 words... but her subtleness wasn't helping him understand her hidden meaning at all. He hated it when people spoke in riddles.
"Well, good night Sano. I have to get some rest for tomorrow night."
He just watched her walk off into the darkness and heard the miniscule sound of a door sliding open and closed.
Sano himself couldn't sleep that night, anticipation kept him awake until he finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.
When he woke up in the morning he smelled Kujiro's cooking, when he walked in she looked just as tired as he was.
"Morning..." he yawned.
"Ohayo, tell everyone else not to bother me today please."
"Why not?"
"I need to prepare in silence."
"Ya know Kujiro, you never told us what would happen during this thing," Ajisai appeared at the smell of breakfast. It was on her instinct to smell Kujiro's cooking.
"Because I don't want you to be alarmed."
"Kujiro... what is going to happen that would get any of us worried?!" Ajisai hated Kujiro's riddles... come to think of it, she hated when she dropped clues trying to get you off her back hoping that that would be enough. She would be so... protective, not wanting you to know; thinking it would help, leaving you clueless until it happened.
"Just leave it, you'll find out tonight."
"Iie, there is no way I'm letting you go off with your riddles. Tell me."
"I will be tested by the gods since they don't like to loose their dead. I will be tested on strength of heart and body; also my abilities. So don't worry if I get hurt."
During breakfast everyone was quite until Yahiko walked in with his usually spiky hair flattened temporarily. With in minutes of sitting down his hair stood up as usual.
"My god, he is alive after all," Kujiro joked.
Yahiko didn't respond to this comment which surprised everyone. He just sat down and started eating.
"Yahiko is something wrong," Kaoru asked.
Yahiko looked up from his food, "Huh? What are you talking about Busu?"
"Yahiko-chan!" That was it; Kaoru's nifty bokken was out and found its target leaving a big bump on poor Yahiko's head.
Kujiro and Ajisai just sat there, not used to this behavior from the two of them. It must have shown on their face because Sano spoke up, "Oh don't worry there guys, they do this at least 5 times a day, you see that's why Yahiko has such a hard head."
Kujiro had a smirk on her face and Ajisai had a devious smile plastered on hers. ~*~
The full moon lightened the black skies. It was the only source of light for a group of figures in the middle of a clearing in the woods.
Kujiro lifted the cover off of the dead corpus of Souzou Sagara.
Everyone but Kujiro's eyes were wide at the sight of seeing Souzou's body. It was as though he was just sleeping, all his skin was replenished and if they had not known better they would easily think he was sleeping.
'Their eyes were that wide when I told them this afternoon. Especially when I said that it was Souzou that I was reincarnating...'
"Everyone, I must ask that you don't interfere at any time until his eyes open. This is gravely important if you want Souzou-san to live again."
Kujiro turned around and knelt next to the body, she took the bottles containing mixed powders that she placed there earlier and opened one. She took about a handful of the blood red grains and poured them into Souzou's mouth. She then chanted a language none of them heard before, Megumi, Sano, Kenshin, Kaoru, and Yahiko were mesmerized. Ajisai wasn't, only because she had seen Kujiro do things like that before, it was nothing new.
There was a slight tremor after a while of Kujiro's chanting, she stopped chanting and looked at Souzou's body... nothing, as expected.
It was like some thing invisible took Kujiro's hand and pulled her up into the air. Everyone watching including Ajisai was now mesmerized. For awhile she just hovered, her hot breathe making steady clouds of steam. It was a chilly spring night, when the frost had not quite gone away and making its last effect before spring warmth came in full force.
Then they heard a sharp gasp of breathe as Kujiro's body writhed in the air, it was struggling at some unseen force; like the one that pulled her up. It could barely be seen; the drop of liquid that left her body and fell to the floor. It was soon followed by others, and soon it was constantly dripping. Her body continued writhing and her body became bruised, but in the darkness of the night it couldn't be seen.
She wanted to scream out in pain; unleash her growing pain, anger, and frustration. She was angry and frustrated at her growing desire to scream out her organs. She felt cut upon cut being made and smelt her own blood, it became overpowering. She was fighting the pressure against her legs to bend them in a most uncomfortable position and break a bone.
But she was concentrating too much on her legs when pain shot up her arm faster than a bullet, and a loud crack was heard. The pain didn't last long as she scrunched up her face to ignore it.
Kenshin heard all this, he was horrified. His whole purpose after the revolution was to protect people, and he found that he could protect Kujiro- dono. It made him feel weak, that he couldn't protect her.
Ajisai closed her eyes as the loud crack was heard. She didn't like the thought of her best friend being hurt by anything else. She just hoped Kujiro could handle it and would be able to finish what she started.
The puddle under Kujiro was already being absorbed into the ground, making the soil an ugly clay color.
Kujiro felt all the pain stop and voices fill her head, demanding answers to their questions. Some were kind and others were aggressive and demanding. She was feeling dizzy from all the confusion and dull pain in her body.
One asked, 'Why should we give him to YOU?'
'I owe him a life debt,' her voice was strong since it was her mental voice. A thought flashed through her head, 'Am I crazy?! I am talking to voices in my head!'
They all chuckled at her thought. A cruel voice as cold and devious as a snake said, 'So if we kill you and let the man return to his body then no one will care. After all, it's a life debt. Once we kill you and bring him back your life debt is repaid. Why not have a trade?! Sagara Souzou for Nakao Kujiro; Nagasaki's powerful apprentice.'
'No way in hell,' she viciously spat.
The voice was angered but didn't succeed in keeping it unknown in his tone of voice, 'Why not?'
'The people around me need me. If I die it will bring them great sadness... well more like it will bring Ajisai great sadness.'
'One person?'
'One person could make a world of differences. Ajisai could go on and become a manslayer and easily kill many innocent people, she could easily fall back into her old slayer habits. I don't wan that for her.'
There was no response from any one. Complete silence in her mind. It was eerie, after hearing all that commotion and one voice overpowering the others... silence was just scary then. She supposed that they had decided to kill her when she felt her body drop. She thought that she would just keep falling forever until her soul went to Nochinoyo. But she hit the forest floor, and hard. She felt the blood that wasn't absorbed into the ground splash at her sudden impact. She felt pissed off all of a sudden. 'They could gently bring me up in the air but they couldn't gently let me down?!'
She was mumbling curse words at the 'Gods.'
Ajisai knowingly smiled. 'Kujiro must be fine enough to have time to curse off people.'
Kujiro was still mumbling when she dragged her own body over to Souzou's. She was clutching one cut in her side that because of the blood flow was most likely very close to the vein.
Souzou's body looked no different from when she last saw it. But it looked a hell of a lot better from when she first saw the rotten corpse. His muscles weren't quite starting to deteriorate yet; some of his skin was still there surprisingly. He was being preserved a little bit, which made it easier on Kujiro. His eyes were gone leaving 2 gaps in his face, but his hair was still there, and falling in his face. It still looked a little soft.
You could see some of his jaw bone, and by then the flies had come. His cheeks had gaping holes in them, you could see inside his mouth... His clothes were changed from when he was killed, she could tell because there was no blood, but were there was a gaping whole in his burial gi you could see the bullet wounds they didn't even try to hide. That was enough for her after that. The smell was starting to get to her and the sight.
But now his skin was flawless, and the wounds on his chest were just scars.
She made her self kneel next to him and sit there, ignoring the waves of pain coming from her legs at having her body force on them.
She started to murmur ancient words that the others couldn't understand. It seemed that she knew an entire different language and she had an odd accent when she spoke it. She gradually became louder.
A light appeared above Souzou's body, Kujiro had to shield herself from being blinded. It was gradually getting bigger and stronger light. It rose high into the air and dove straight into Souzou's body.
Everyone's eyes were hurting from the sudden light and now that it was gone, their eyes weren't used to this much darkness, and they couldn't see their hands.
It didn't matter to Kujiro though; she wanted to know if her spell had worked.
Author's blabber-about-nothing-important: Well I got another review and I actually was in a writing mood when I wrote this, so it should be a pretty descriptive chapter... I tried to not really go into the dead corpse of Souzou just incase some of you aren't into gore, but I couldn't keep it out! I LOVE gore! It doesn't bother me at all! So, please review!
Ja ne minna-san!
Weasel ^o^
