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Chapter 20 : Rest in Peace
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(This chapter is dedicated to YueMichiruNaragisawaMiko who was my very first reviewer.)
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Narrator :
Chiriko sat up in his bed, panting. He wiped off the perspiration from his forehead. He had a very bad nightmare.
"Must be the food I ate for dinner," Chiriko said aloud, trying to humour himself in the dark. Slowly, his breathing got even and his tense muscles relaxed. Throwing the bed covers off him, he groped in the darkness of his room for a candle. The room was getting stuffy by the second.
Chiriko groaned again.
He had forgotten to open the windows. No wonder the room was so hot and stuffy! Usually, it would be his mother who would blow out the candles and depending on the weather, she would either close or open the windows for him at night.
Chiriko lit the candle in his hand. The candle that he used previously was too short to be used again. Removing the short candle from his candle stand, he replaced it with the newly lit candle. He then proceeded to open the windows. His feet shuffled lazily against the cold marble flooring. 'Okaa-san would do this for me...' grumbled Chiriko.
Yes, Chiriko lived a very pampered and sheltered life.
Too pampered perhaps.
Too bad that he has to learn the hard way, that life wasn't just about him. Perhaps, in his own world but in reality...
To lose your protector...
And everything you had...
Hurts.
A lot.
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Chichiri :
I scanned the room, trying to find the source of the music. Somehow, the music, no matter how horrible, only affected females. Miaka was burying her face into Tamahome's clothes while Tasuki was now gripping Hikari's hand, who was wincing in pain. Jealously flared up in me. I took a deep breath before calming down again. 'Get a grip, Chichiri! This isn't a time to be hot-tempered! Save Hikari and Miaka from this assassin, now!' I scolded myself mentally.
Somehow, ever since I took off my mask and changed my appearance, I felt like I was slowly becoming a young hot tempered man...
Like...
Houjun.
Ri Houjun.
Casting aside the irrelevant thoughts, I concentrated on finding the hidden assassin. All around me, I could feel the dark and evil force. It was difficult to find where the assassin was hiding. Finally, I found it. Shooting a ball of ki towards the window, I ran towards the beds. Casting a shield spell over both beds, I focused on the assassin again. The assassin had moved to another hiding place in the room. By the level of the decreasing ki, I easily assumed that the assassin had been hit by my ball of ki.
"Come out you coward!" Tasuki shouted fiercely to no one. Placing a hand on the tessen on his back, he took it out and got into a fighting mode.
The 'cowardly' assassin blew his flute again. Miaka, who had become unconscious again, didn't scream this time round. Instead, her face was twisted in pain. Hikari on the other hand, the pain she was receiving was already beyond her physical means. She simply laid on the bed, unconscious about her surroundings, her face remaining emotionless and still, like a corpse. The only thing that showed that she was alive was the fast, soft and small pants that came out of her mouth.
'Hikari...'
"Chichiri! Abunai!!!" Tasuki pushed me out of danger's way. What the...
I looked at the place where I had once stood. Three long poison needles were embedded into the marble floor, courtesy of the assassin.
I looked at Tasuki, surprised. "Tasuki..." I began.
Grinning down at me, Tasuki simply interrupted me. "Urusai. Watch out, baka."
I merely smiled back.
"OI! Are you two gonna help me or not?!"
The both of us spun around fast, only to find Tamahome sitting on top of a hooded figure in black. The weak assassin couldn't get up or push Tamahome away as both of his hands were being crushed underneath Tamahome's weight.
"Kisama..." Tasuki shoved Tamahome off the assassin and grabbed the assassin's cloak, pulling him up.
Roughly, he unmasked the assassin.
As soon as the assassin's face was revealed, all those who were conscious in the room gasped in shock.
"Ami... Amiboshi?"
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Narrator :
The werewolf looked at the half rotting body beside it. It's jobs was done. Everyone in the village was killed. It had fun and managed to eat many humans which unfortunately, could not fill up his bottomless stomach.
Just then, Motoki materialize before him. As a sign of respect and gratitude, it bowed deeply before her.
"You're job is done, my faithful servant. So has your life!"
The werewolf stared in fear at the master. What did she mean by that? It had done it's job. What more could she want?
Motoki raised her hand threateningly.
The werewolf whimpered. This wasn't happening...
In a flash, the werewolf had turned around and ran away from Motoki. It knew, no matter how fast he ran, how powerful he was or where he hide, Motoki was still going to kill it.
But at least it tried. Tried to live its life to the fullest. Tried to at least fulfil a purpose. Even if the purpose was a bad one.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The little wolf cub was happy. Living in the mountains, with its mother and siblings. Barking and rolling in the grass. Drinking the mother's warm milk and before going to sleep, snuggling with the other siblings, trying to get the warmest part of the mother's body. For the first few weeks of its life, the simple cave they lived in was a safe haven. Guarded by the male leader of the pack, the wolves lived in the cave for shelter.
Until SHE came.
It was a starry evening, and after playing with the other cubs in the pack, the little cub was tired. It trotted happily towards its mother. Just as it was about to snuggle in, the leader of the pack stood up. So did several other male wolves. Crouching down in a defence mode, they slowly began to crept towards the hidden danger behind the bushes near the opening of the cave.
The curious cub tried to look at what was going on but the mother was busy trying to hide her cubs for safety reasons. The little cub tried protesting by continuously barking at the mother but it was too young to understand the dangerous situation.
Several days ago, several adult wolves had gone missing in the middle of the night and in the morning hunt, the pack found the bodies of the dead wolves, mutilated and discarded carelessly. Surprisingly, there was no blood stains anywhere although the wolves inner organs were missing and the decomposing body was totally drained of its blood.
The little cub whined. It wanted to see what was going on. It wasn't fair. It was a male too. Sooner or later, it was going to be a protector of the pack too.
The mother was now hiding all the young cubs behind her, blocking their view. All the cubs could hear was growling at the very beginning that turned into sounds of claws tearing soft flesh. It could hear clearly the cries of pain coming from the wolves. The little cub trembled in fear. A thick scent of fresh blood lingered in the air.
For the first time in its whole entire life, the little cub came face to face with fear.
The cub whimpered as it backed up against the rough surface of the cave walls, trying to curl up into a small pathetic ball.
There were more sounds of wolves crying in pain, blood splattering on the walls and ground. Now, even female wolves were beginning to bark in fear.
The cub closed its eyes tightly and placed its two tiny paws over the ears to block out the sounds.
A few seconds later, the cub finally dared to take a peek. Opening its eyes slowly, it stared at the horror around it.
Carcasses of dead wolves were scattered everywhere. Blood stained the walls and the ground. Trembling, it cautiously approached its mother's carcass. The body was torn into half at the abdomen. The head was twisted in the most horrible manner. The limbs weren't spared either. Twisted and bent out of shape. Saliva dripped from the mother's mouth. The intestines and other organs were taken out, laying just beside the lifeless body. The scent of blood in the air was thicker than before.
At this point of time, the cub was envious. Envious of those who were given the ability to cry.
To be able cry upon seeing the death of the only family it had.
Would be a miracle...
Wolves don't cry. They can only howl.
Howl like the animal that killed the pack of wolves in cold blood.
Howl like the animal...
Does that mean that it too was a monster?
The cub hung its head in shame. It was the a miracle that it was the only survivor of this nightmare.
A miracle.
Then again, there were times that being dead was better than being alive.
Just then, the cub could sense the presence of the monster behind it. Turning around, it began barking at the monster.
It stared at the strange and scary looking monster. The monster had blood splattered all over itself. It was black from head to toe and stood on two legs that made it look even taller. A long, slim and snowy white limb stretched out and grabbed the little cub by the neck. Snarling, the cub twisted and turned, trying to free itself from the grasp of the monster in vain.
Whimpering, the cub took one last look at its dead family members before being teleported to a different place.
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To hope for a miracle...
To even hope itself...
For peace and happiness...
Is just a dream...
An illusion...
Animals too can hope for miracles...
Can't they?
Is it so wrong?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The werewolf turned around just to see a large ball of black and evil flames heading its way.
This was it...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The grown wolf looked menacingly at the creature that laid half dead on the ground. If its opponent tries to move...
The wolf would not hesitate to kill it.
Although the battle was over, the wolf was not rejoicing. To an unobservant one, one would think that the wolf was cold and merciless, having being trained personally by the great and sinister Motoki herself.
But if one was to look closely and deeply into the large yellow eyes of the wolf, one would see pain, anguish and sympathy.
The wolf looked at its opponent, sympathising it. Things didn't have to be this way. Well, at least it didn't really kill the opponent.
Staring at the blood covered paws, the wolf found itself being transported back into the past.
On the day Motoki, who was now its master, had killed its family.
The sudden and hard punch on its back brought the wolf back to reality.
"What are you doing?!" Motoki cried out angrily. She certainly didn't spend time training the wolf to be powerful just to see the wolf not killing every opponent that it faced. It happened every time after a battle. The wolf which she had carefully trained over the years was too soft for its own good.
Time to teach it a lesson.
The wolf stared back at Motoki, determination glimmering in its eyes. It simply refused to kill the opponent that Motoki had forced it to fight.
"Baka..." Summoning a ball of evil ki, Motoki chanted in a strange language that the wolf had yet to understand. Suddenly, a straight but small beams of black light shot out from the ki ball. The light aimed at the wolf and the opponent.
The opponent that once laid on the floor, panting heavily was now being lifted up in the air. It howled in pain. The opponent itself was a wolf. A werewolf that stood on two legs with human like limbs. It had poisonous saliva that acted like acid, instantly burning anything that it came in contact with.
The wolf stared at Motoki in horror. The beams of light were light powerful lasers, scorching the wolf's thick and rough fur. It opened its mouth and screamed in pain.
Suddenly, the whole ball of ki engulfed both the creatures together.
There was an excruciating pain that shot through its body. It could hear its bones cracking and the sound of flesh tearing.
When all was clear and the wolf could see again, the wolf looked around, searching for the opponent. If Motoki ever dared to kill it, the wolf would never forgive Motoki. But the weak opponent was nowhere to be found.
No...
It couldn't be...
The wolf stared at its once paws. The paws were replaced with hairy human like hands with extremely long nails. It looked down at its own body which had grown to a size twice of an average human. It now stood on two feet instead of four.
And worst of all...
There was another head protruding out of its neck. The head of its opponent.
The wolf could sense its saliva turning into a horrid acid like taste. Running its tongue over its new long and sharpened fangs, the wolf looked at the face of the opponent, studying it closely.
No way...
The wolf felt like it was staring back at a real life mirror. Into its own eyes. Eyes that told a tale of a tragic past.
Eyes filled with guilt and shamed.
At not being able to protect its own mother.
And those eyes were going to haunt it for a lifetime.
Just then, a powerful invisible force seemed to swept through its body. Its head began to hurt a lot. The pain was unbearable. It tried with all its might to fight back but to no avail.
In mere seconds, the intelligence of the wolf was sealed and taken over by the stupidity of the werewolf.
Motoki laughed evilly at her new creation. Things would be a lot easier now. But considering that the strength of the new werewolf had increased by leaps and bounds, it would need more training. A whole lot more.
Opening a portal to eternal darkness, Motoki simply pushed the werewolf into the darkness.
She planned to seal it in the portal until it learnt to control its new found power.
Which could take years, decades even.
But Motoki had all the time in the world.
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It easy to say...
To confront your past...
Until it becomes nothing but a mere memory...
But to do it is the hardest of all...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The werewolf cried out in pain as the flames licked its thick fur, eating right into its flesh.
Looking up at the full blue moon, the werewolf gave one last grin.
Finally, it could join its family in the sky.
Finally, it could play and meet with its siblings and mother after many long and lonely years.
Finally, it could rest in peace.
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Author's Note :
Standard disclaimers apply to this chapter.
Konichiwaa minna!
Gomen, I took such a long time to update Dark Past. Hahaha...
Anyway, after forcing myself to rush through this chapter, I've finally completed it. I do hope this extra long chapter makes up for my long updates. I know, many things have happened and I once again would like to thank you for your support.
Please don't sue me if the story regarding the werewolf was wrong. I've never in my whole life seen wild wolves with the exception of those in the zoo. Since this is tiny Singapore, no wild ferocious wolves roaming so I can't and don't know much about them.
And regarding as to why the chapter was mostly dedicated to re-telling the past of my werewolf, I just though that it wasn't nice to kill a character off without telling its side of the story. So, every time I kill a character, whether it is mine or FY, you can bet that I will focus at least a chapter on it. Poor things. They only get the spot light when they die... BWA HA HA!!!!!!!! I'm so evil that I love myself!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Author's Reply :
To Ispreno : Which part in chapter 18 were you confused about? Ya, Chichiri looks really cool. ^^
To YueMichiruNaragisawaMiko : Gomen! I totally forgot to mail you about updates regarding Dark Past! And to think that you were my very first reviewer... Thank you for reviewing Dark Past!!!
To DaBoring1 : It's okay if you took a long time to review Dark Past. I understand that everyone is busy.
To otaku-no-miko : Yes, I did listen to your advise and typed out the list Japanese words. ^^ About the fainting... Gomen, I ran out of words to describe it so I tried to do it as best as I could.
To chiri26 : Oh well. The assassin was revealed in this chapter.
To evening_twilight : Haha... Actually, I torture both readers and characters.
To Bonnie E : Things between us are totally settled. End of story, full stop. So there!
To paws_bells : Yes, they're still at it.
To Eulene : Too bad. Your prediction about Amiboshi being the assassin was true. BWA HA HA!!!! Let's kill him!!!!!! Nah, not yet. Too soon.
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List of Japanese words :
Abunai – Look out
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Chapter 20 : Rest in Peace
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(This chapter is dedicated to YueMichiruNaragisawaMiko who was my very first reviewer.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Narrator :
Chiriko sat up in his bed, panting. He wiped off the perspiration from his forehead. He had a very bad nightmare.
"Must be the food I ate for dinner," Chiriko said aloud, trying to humour himself in the dark. Slowly, his breathing got even and his tense muscles relaxed. Throwing the bed covers off him, he groped in the darkness of his room for a candle. The room was getting stuffy by the second.
Chiriko groaned again.
He had forgotten to open the windows. No wonder the room was so hot and stuffy! Usually, it would be his mother who would blow out the candles and depending on the weather, she would either close or open the windows for him at night.
Chiriko lit the candle in his hand. The candle that he used previously was too short to be used again. Removing the short candle from his candle stand, he replaced it with the newly lit candle. He then proceeded to open the windows. His feet shuffled lazily against the cold marble flooring. 'Okaa-san would do this for me...' grumbled Chiriko.
Yes, Chiriko lived a very pampered and sheltered life.
Too pampered perhaps.
Too bad that he has to learn the hard way, that life wasn't just about him. Perhaps, in his own world but in reality...
To lose your protector...
And everything you had...
Hurts.
A lot.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chichiri :
I scanned the room, trying to find the source of the music. Somehow, the music, no matter how horrible, only affected females. Miaka was burying her face into Tamahome's clothes while Tasuki was now gripping Hikari's hand, who was wincing in pain. Jealously flared up in me. I took a deep breath before calming down again. 'Get a grip, Chichiri! This isn't a time to be hot-tempered! Save Hikari and Miaka from this assassin, now!' I scolded myself mentally.
Somehow, ever since I took off my mask and changed my appearance, I felt like I was slowly becoming a young hot tempered man...
Like...
Houjun.
Ri Houjun.
Casting aside the irrelevant thoughts, I concentrated on finding the hidden assassin. All around me, I could feel the dark and evil force. It was difficult to find where the assassin was hiding. Finally, I found it. Shooting a ball of ki towards the window, I ran towards the beds. Casting a shield spell over both beds, I focused on the assassin again. The assassin had moved to another hiding place in the room. By the level of the decreasing ki, I easily assumed that the assassin had been hit by my ball of ki.
"Come out you coward!" Tasuki shouted fiercely to no one. Placing a hand on the tessen on his back, he took it out and got into a fighting mode.
The 'cowardly' assassin blew his flute again. Miaka, who had become unconscious again, didn't scream this time round. Instead, her face was twisted in pain. Hikari on the other hand, the pain she was receiving was already beyond her physical means. She simply laid on the bed, unconscious about her surroundings, her face remaining emotionless and still, like a corpse. The only thing that showed that she was alive was the fast, soft and small pants that came out of her mouth.
'Hikari...'
"Chichiri! Abunai!!!" Tasuki pushed me out of danger's way. What the...
I looked at the place where I had once stood. Three long poison needles were embedded into the marble floor, courtesy of the assassin.
I looked at Tasuki, surprised. "Tasuki..." I began.
Grinning down at me, Tasuki simply interrupted me. "Urusai. Watch out, baka."
I merely smiled back.
"OI! Are you two gonna help me or not?!"
The both of us spun around fast, only to find Tamahome sitting on top of a hooded figure in black. The weak assassin couldn't get up or push Tamahome away as both of his hands were being crushed underneath Tamahome's weight.
"Kisama..." Tasuki shoved Tamahome off the assassin and grabbed the assassin's cloak, pulling him up.
Roughly, he unmasked the assassin.
As soon as the assassin's face was revealed, all those who were conscious in the room gasped in shock.
"Ami... Amiboshi?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Narrator :
The werewolf looked at the half rotting body beside it. It's jobs was done. Everyone in the village was killed. It had fun and managed to eat many humans which unfortunately, could not fill up his bottomless stomach.
Just then, Motoki materialize before him. As a sign of respect and gratitude, it bowed deeply before her.
"You're job is done, my faithful servant. So has your life!"
The werewolf stared in fear at the master. What did she mean by that? It had done it's job. What more could she want?
Motoki raised her hand threateningly.
The werewolf whimpered. This wasn't happening...
In a flash, the werewolf had turned around and ran away from Motoki. It knew, no matter how fast he ran, how powerful he was or where he hide, Motoki was still going to kill it.
But at least it tried. Tried to live its life to the fullest. Tried to at least fulfil a purpose. Even if the purpose was a bad one.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The little wolf cub was happy. Living in the mountains, with its mother and siblings. Barking and rolling in the grass. Drinking the mother's warm milk and before going to sleep, snuggling with the other siblings, trying to get the warmest part of the mother's body. For the first few weeks of its life, the simple cave they lived in was a safe haven. Guarded by the male leader of the pack, the wolves lived in the cave for shelter.
Until SHE came.
It was a starry evening, and after playing with the other cubs in the pack, the little cub was tired. It trotted happily towards its mother. Just as it was about to snuggle in, the leader of the pack stood up. So did several other male wolves. Crouching down in a defence mode, they slowly began to crept towards the hidden danger behind the bushes near the opening of the cave.
The curious cub tried to look at what was going on but the mother was busy trying to hide her cubs for safety reasons. The little cub tried protesting by continuously barking at the mother but it was too young to understand the dangerous situation.
Several days ago, several adult wolves had gone missing in the middle of the night and in the morning hunt, the pack found the bodies of the dead wolves, mutilated and discarded carelessly. Surprisingly, there was no blood stains anywhere although the wolves inner organs were missing and the decomposing body was totally drained of its blood.
The little cub whined. It wanted to see what was going on. It wasn't fair. It was a male too. Sooner or later, it was going to be a protector of the pack too.
The mother was now hiding all the young cubs behind her, blocking their view. All the cubs could hear was growling at the very beginning that turned into sounds of claws tearing soft flesh. It could hear clearly the cries of pain coming from the wolves. The little cub trembled in fear. A thick scent of fresh blood lingered in the air.
For the first time in its whole entire life, the little cub came face to face with fear.
The cub whimpered as it backed up against the rough surface of the cave walls, trying to curl up into a small pathetic ball.
There were more sounds of wolves crying in pain, blood splattering on the walls and ground. Now, even female wolves were beginning to bark in fear.
The cub closed its eyes tightly and placed its two tiny paws over the ears to block out the sounds.
A few seconds later, the cub finally dared to take a peek. Opening its eyes slowly, it stared at the horror around it.
Carcasses of dead wolves were scattered everywhere. Blood stained the walls and the ground. Trembling, it cautiously approached its mother's carcass. The body was torn into half at the abdomen. The head was twisted in the most horrible manner. The limbs weren't spared either. Twisted and bent out of shape. Saliva dripped from the mother's mouth. The intestines and other organs were taken out, laying just beside the lifeless body. The scent of blood in the air was thicker than before.
At this point of time, the cub was envious. Envious of those who were given the ability to cry.
To be able cry upon seeing the death of the only family it had.
Would be a miracle...
Wolves don't cry. They can only howl.
Howl like the animal that killed the pack of wolves in cold blood.
Howl like the animal...
Does that mean that it too was a monster?
The cub hung its head in shame. It was the a miracle that it was the only survivor of this nightmare.
A miracle.
Then again, there were times that being dead was better than being alive.
Just then, the cub could sense the presence of the monster behind it. Turning around, it began barking at the monster.
It stared at the strange and scary looking monster. The monster had blood splattered all over itself. It was black from head to toe and stood on two legs that made it look even taller. A long, slim and snowy white limb stretched out and grabbed the little cub by the neck. Snarling, the cub twisted and turned, trying to free itself from the grasp of the monster in vain.
Whimpering, the cub took one last look at its dead family members before being teleported to a different place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To hope for a miracle...
To even hope itself...
For peace and happiness...
Is just a dream...
An illusion...
Animals too can hope for miracles...
Can't they?
Is it so wrong?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The werewolf turned around just to see a large ball of black and evil flames heading its way.
This was it...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The grown wolf looked menacingly at the creature that laid half dead on the ground. If its opponent tries to move...
The wolf would not hesitate to kill it.
Although the battle was over, the wolf was not rejoicing. To an unobservant one, one would think that the wolf was cold and merciless, having being trained personally by the great and sinister Motoki herself.
But if one was to look closely and deeply into the large yellow eyes of the wolf, one would see pain, anguish and sympathy.
The wolf looked at its opponent, sympathising it. Things didn't have to be this way. Well, at least it didn't really kill the opponent.
Staring at the blood covered paws, the wolf found itself being transported back into the past.
On the day Motoki, who was now its master, had killed its family.
The sudden and hard punch on its back brought the wolf back to reality.
"What are you doing?!" Motoki cried out angrily. She certainly didn't spend time training the wolf to be powerful just to see the wolf not killing every opponent that it faced. It happened every time after a battle. The wolf which she had carefully trained over the years was too soft for its own good.
Time to teach it a lesson.
The wolf stared back at Motoki, determination glimmering in its eyes. It simply refused to kill the opponent that Motoki had forced it to fight.
"Baka..." Summoning a ball of evil ki, Motoki chanted in a strange language that the wolf had yet to understand. Suddenly, a straight but small beams of black light shot out from the ki ball. The light aimed at the wolf and the opponent.
The opponent that once laid on the floor, panting heavily was now being lifted up in the air. It howled in pain. The opponent itself was a wolf. A werewolf that stood on two legs with human like limbs. It had poisonous saliva that acted like acid, instantly burning anything that it came in contact with.
The wolf stared at Motoki in horror. The beams of light were light powerful lasers, scorching the wolf's thick and rough fur. It opened its mouth and screamed in pain.
Suddenly, the whole ball of ki engulfed both the creatures together.
There was an excruciating pain that shot through its body. It could hear its bones cracking and the sound of flesh tearing.
When all was clear and the wolf could see again, the wolf looked around, searching for the opponent. If Motoki ever dared to kill it, the wolf would never forgive Motoki. But the weak opponent was nowhere to be found.
No...
It couldn't be...
The wolf stared at its once paws. The paws were replaced with hairy human like hands with extremely long nails. It looked down at its own body which had grown to a size twice of an average human. It now stood on two feet instead of four.
And worst of all...
There was another head protruding out of its neck. The head of its opponent.
The wolf could sense its saliva turning into a horrid acid like taste. Running its tongue over its new long and sharpened fangs, the wolf looked at the face of the opponent, studying it closely.
No way...
The wolf felt like it was staring back at a real life mirror. Into its own eyes. Eyes that told a tale of a tragic past.
Eyes filled with guilt and shamed.
At not being able to protect its own mother.
And those eyes were going to haunt it for a lifetime.
Just then, a powerful invisible force seemed to swept through its body. Its head began to hurt a lot. The pain was unbearable. It tried with all its might to fight back but to no avail.
In mere seconds, the intelligence of the wolf was sealed and taken over by the stupidity of the werewolf.
Motoki laughed evilly at her new creation. Things would be a lot easier now. But considering that the strength of the new werewolf had increased by leaps and bounds, it would need more training. A whole lot more.
Opening a portal to eternal darkness, Motoki simply pushed the werewolf into the darkness.
She planned to seal it in the portal until it learnt to control its new found power.
Which could take years, decades even.
But Motoki had all the time in the world.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It easy to say...
To confront your past...
Until it becomes nothing but a mere memory...
But to do it is the hardest of all...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The werewolf cried out in pain as the flames licked its thick fur, eating right into its flesh.
Looking up at the full blue moon, the werewolf gave one last grin.
Finally, it could join its family in the sky.
Finally, it could play and meet with its siblings and mother after many long and lonely years.
Finally, it could rest in peace.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Note :
Standard disclaimers apply to this chapter.
Konichiwaa minna!
Gomen, I took such a long time to update Dark Past. Hahaha...
Anyway, after forcing myself to rush through this chapter, I've finally completed it. I do hope this extra long chapter makes up for my long updates. I know, many things have happened and I once again would like to thank you for your support.
Please don't sue me if the story regarding the werewolf was wrong. I've never in my whole life seen wild wolves with the exception of those in the zoo. Since this is tiny Singapore, no wild ferocious wolves roaming so I can't and don't know much about them.
And regarding as to why the chapter was mostly dedicated to re-telling the past of my werewolf, I just though that it wasn't nice to kill a character off without telling its side of the story. So, every time I kill a character, whether it is mine or FY, you can bet that I will focus at least a chapter on it. Poor things. They only get the spot light when they die... BWA HA HA!!!!!!!! I'm so evil that I love myself!!!!!!!!!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Reply :
To Ispreno : Which part in chapter 18 were you confused about? Ya, Chichiri looks really cool. ^^
To YueMichiruNaragisawaMiko : Gomen! I totally forgot to mail you about updates regarding Dark Past! And to think that you were my very first reviewer... Thank you for reviewing Dark Past!!!
To DaBoring1 : It's okay if you took a long time to review Dark Past. I understand that everyone is busy.
To otaku-no-miko : Yes, I did listen to your advise and typed out the list Japanese words. ^^ About the fainting... Gomen, I ran out of words to describe it so I tried to do it as best as I could.
To chiri26 : Oh well. The assassin was revealed in this chapter.
To evening_twilight : Haha... Actually, I torture both readers and characters.
To Bonnie E : Things between us are totally settled. End of story, full stop. So there!
To paws_bells : Yes, they're still at it.
To Eulene : Too bad. Your prediction about Amiboshi being the assassin was true. BWA HA HA!!!! Let's kill him!!!!!! Nah, not yet. Too soon.
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List of Japanese words :
Abunai – Look out
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