Ok I uploaded my story at 2:30 last night and---apparently at that time I can no longer spell the word "wolves" (cries over her own stupidity) sorry people when I saw that mistake I laughed for like 10 minutes. Anyway, I'll try to avoid misspellings in this chapter.
Pairings- ok I'll admit I changed my mind, but it still isn't yaoi. 2 characters that you'll meet eventually will be in love.
Warning: may contain spoilers. I have seen the episodes on Adult Swim and episode 27-30
To save my life I am being forced to tell you all that though this story was my idea--I am receiving help for the story line from Kaida-kun. Also 2 characters that will show up way later---or not who knows, belong to her, but 2 belong to me and mine are better so there (hair is pulled by Kaida) ok ok hers are oookay---(click) (click) sooo anyway (click click click)
Nami- Kaida, would you PLEASE stop trying to light my hair on fire with that lighter
Kaida- Noooo it's fun
Nami- (grabs lighter and throws it out the window) THERE!!!
Kaida- ummmn hehe that was the lighter your sister got you from England
Nami- WHAT!!??? Jumps out window (crash bang donk)
Kaida- hehe well Nami is umm unavailable right now---
Nami- (calls from the ground) You idiot!!
Kaida- (clears throat) soooo err enjoy the fic! (This fic starts with Darcia but not his POV)
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"Within the blood of wolves lies the flower maiden's true anguish. Therefore the consequence of the Red moon compels the maiden to release a secret kept by wolves and lunar flowers alone." Darcia read stridently from the Book of the Moon. "For impressed upon the very skin of her back in lies a map to paradise." With this last phrase he slammed the book shut, sending spreading dust into the bitter, malevolent atmosphere of his aircraft. He then turned to taunt the visage of his already anguished hostage. "So girl," he jeered, " Hiding something behind your very back, are we?"
Cheza lifted her head gradually, gazing into the un-patched eye of her captor for the first time. She longed to stroke his face, to see if his cheeks were warm with life as she was unsure they would be. The cold, detaining chains wrapped tightly around each wrist restrained her from committing this action, so she paid attention to the question on hand. "This one knows not of what you speak," the soft-spoken girl affirmed boldly. "This one knows only of what has been told to her."
With this Darcia advanced his tensing hand threateningly toward her soft cheek. "Do NOT lie to me girl!!" He bellowed with all intensity, thin eyebrows slowly raising to a scowl, " If you wish to keep you're pretty face you shall tell me what you know!!!" He demanded, voice rising by the second.
Cheza stared into the dark, clouded eye of this evil stranger. "This one has given her answer. This one knows nothing except the things told to her." She reiterated, voice un-quavering.
The hand of Darcia rapidly extended to discipline the insolence of his prisoner, only to stop mere seconds from his objective. This came out of surprise from an unexpected intrusion by one of his many confidants.
"Sir Darcia the moon is now in the center of the sky." the person spoke in a clear, influential manner.
"Very well," Darcia chortled, turning to his minion, only after flashing a malicious smirk at his prisoner one last time. "And the chamber?" He inquired in a stately manner, as if testing the wit of his underling.
"Being prepared as we speak, sir." With that the subordinate bowed, swiftly stepping out of the door to continue his pressing duties.
Darcia took a deep breath and let out a low grinding chuckle. He turned to his muddled, wooden desk. He fingered a few papers and lovingly stroked his fingers across the old, beaten cover of the Book of the Moon before opening a hidden drawer and pulling out a jagged, bronze key. He gazed upon the key attentively as if passing private thoughts to it by a mere pressing glance. The ebony haired man's eyes gently shifted from the key to the prisoner fettered to the wall opposite him. "The time has come." He cooed in a gentle yet compelling voice.
Cheza shifted uncomfortably under the imprisonment of her shackles, sending empty, echoing clanks through the walls of the austere ship. She concentrated upon the thoughts of her friends, for they were safe, and in this pleasure could be found, even in the intense moment of trepidation she found herself within. She observed intently as the tall profile of Darcia strode swiftly from his desk to the huge windows of his lackluster room. Black hair fell tenderly across each shoulder as he peered out to the sky above, a sky in which lie the foreboding image of a full red moon.
Darcia's thin pressed lips lightly lifted into a sneer. "Seems as if those idiots I have for lackeys are not as dumb as they look." He spoke to himself, completely disregarding the second presence occupying his workplace. His cloudy eyes, suddenly remembering the task at hand, shot to Cheza. "It's time to reveal the true purpose of this maiden to me." He spoke to himself once more. In one quick motion he unlatched the red-eyed girl's chains and pulled her abruptly by the wrists.
Cheza attempted desperately to wriggle herself from the sinister man's grip but finding it to no avail, she gave up her struggling to a question. "What do you wish to do with this one?" She requested, trying anxiously to keep within the wide-strides of Darcia.
The patched man took in a breath and slowly exhaled, dispersing a vapor into the bitter air. "You," using his free hand he drew the forgotten key from his pocket, "you my dear are the map and your white furred friend, he is the key."
Cheza's shimmering eyes widened in alarm at the mentioning of her companion. "Kiba," was the only word that could manage to escape from her hard-pressed lips.
Darcia sniggered at the young girl's shock. "Yes, that would be his name."
The flower maiden, refusing to be left with such indecisive information pushed for more. "What do you mean, a key?" She decided the inquiry alone summed up the various questions soaring through her emotionally racked brain.
The noble decided whether it was wise to reveal such information, leaving the pounding silence to drum his ears. "Kiba is the only pure blood wolf left on this earth. Without him, a paradise can not be found, map or no."
"Then why?" the shivering girl pressed for more, "Why would you take this one alone. Why did you not capture Kiba when you took this one?"
Suddenly the abrupt pace at which the two were walking was ceased. Darcia raised his heavy head and let a parade of holing laughs escape his tensing throat. "My fair maiden, Kiba posses more means to oppose his capture than you, a mere girl. No, to try to take him would've meant certain doom. So instead I acquired his bait."
"You are referring to this one, are you not?" Cheza sighed, expecting the inevitable.
"In this you are correct. Though your importance is found within the map on your back," Darcia started slowly caressing his long fingers down her soft back, "you serve as a double purpose to obtain Kiba effortlessly."
At these words cold, lonely tears rolled like pearls from the glistening red eyes of their producer.
"A-and the others?" Cheza managed to choke out through her contracting throat. "What do you wish to do with them?"
"Have you not wondered how this moon was produced, my child?" Darcia raised his free hand stretching it above his head as if to stroke the ceiling.
The purple haired girl raised her head to follow the hand's movement. "No, this one knows not what the red moon is."
The piercing eyes of Darcia lowered into slits. "The red moon symbolizes the death of wolves. This statement alone should tell you the plans in store for these so-called "friends" of yours." With this the once stopped pace started again with even more force as the evil man dragged the crying soul of the flower maiden to their designated location.
Subordinate's heads rose from their work as their captain stepped into the equipment filled room. "Ahh sir you are here," the person from earlier spoke up, "everything is ready for the removal of the map."
"Good then, you may take the girl." Darcia spoke swiftly, handing Cheza to a group of his minions. Cheza eyes widened in fear as they shot intently to the empty orb of Darcia, arousing a laugh within him.
"Yes my dear," he confirmed the maiden's suspicions, "you don't expect me to dirty my hands do you?" he mocked as he once more drew the prized key from his pocket. He walked slowly across the room, stopping in front of a tall black cabinet. Test tubes and computer screens produced an ominous glare against the absent black of the cupboard. Darcia fingered the key one last time before sliding it into the lock and turning it slowly to the side. A final echoing click marked the ended task, and yet another click sounded, as the cabinet doors were open. Inside lay a finger-sized knife; it produced an eerie glow as it was removed from its resting place. Darcia turned to face his crew.
"This knife," he proclaimed while traveling his lost fingers down each intricate sketch impressed upon the knife, "this knife is the key to removing the map. Without it the image of the map would be lost, even after being removed from its hostess' back. With this I would like to congratulate Dr. Soma for his life-long work in making such an object." Darcia paused as an eager procession of applause followed the Dr.'s name. "In saying this I would like to invite you, Dr. Soma to have the honors." The black haired man slowly held out the knife to the Dr.
"Thank you Lord Darcia, my fellow crew, shall we get on with it?" He asked rhetorically while taking a step closer to Cheza's quivering body. He held the knife high above his head allowing the light to glimmer off its sharp edge, before bringing it promptly from the heavens to it's trembling target.
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(A/N: back to the wolves, recap: "S-so that would explain why I couldn't smell them then?" The chestnut wolf whimpered fretfully turning to his pack.)
The 3 wolves lowered their heads to establish what their whimpering friend was referring. Proceeding towards them was a rapidly moving fleet of Darcia's.
"Dammit!" Tsume breathed through clenched teeth while bounding out of the way of a fleet of wild bullets. "There's too many of them!"
Kiba's fur become rigid around his neck as he barked commands to his companions. "We have to fight, Cheza's depending on us!!"
Loose sand danced through the air from the rapid steps of the wolves and their hard faced enemies, and cries of anguish broke the once still night.
"Ahhh," Toboe yelped as a stray bullet grazed his shoulder. "There's too many of them!!!" He shrieked, being the first to speak the thought impressing upon everybody's mind. The young wolf's jaw burned from lack of food and water as he bit an unarmed man's arm. "S-so tired---I can't do this." His voice lowered into a restless unconsciousness as the once unarmed man grabbed a gun from o fallen corpse's sallow body. The mouth of the gun seemed to laugh as it was pointed to the head of the weakening wolf. Toboe winced as he saw the trigger slowly be pulled leading to a loud precision of deafening booms. "Am I dead?" his thoughts raced. "I-is this heaven?"
"Leetle boyee"
"Leetle boyee, a' ju okei?"
Toboe's ear's perked as he slowly opened his tightly shut eyes to gaze upon the face supplying the voice. Mere inches from his face was the face was a beautiful female wolf. The red moonlight flooded across the freckles of light brown specs that dotted the rich brown color of her fur and her emerald green eyes gazed into his as she spoke.
"Ve need to geet ju out of danger's vay." She affirmed, after seeing the soft golden eyes of Toboe open.
Toboe glanced around his shoulders frightfully to the scene of chaos surrounding him. To one side Tsume lay sprawled on the silky, white sand sporting obvious battle wounds. Toboe's gaze, however, was pinned on a chestnut shaded wolf just ahead of him that had definitely not been there mere seconds ago. From what Toboe could tell, this strange new ally was struggling with a man's gun mere feet from Tsume's lying body, trying desperately to protect him. A few yards from them, Hige was distraughtly trying to fight off a legion of dangerous warriors, his burden was lightened thankfully by the help of a scraggly, light gray wolf that stood and fought loyally with him. Toboes line of sight shifted till it focused on Kiba, the sight send chills down his spine, as he watched his leader fearlessly take down three soldiers with his blood-stained fangs. Kiba was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the mass numbers, and just as Toboe let out a strangled cry for him a swift yet slightly smaller cream-coated wolf darted out from among the various soldiers and efficiently aided kiba in crushing his foes.
Noticing the panic look in the bracelet-bearing wolf's eyes, the female wolf quickly shoved him to the side. "Don't vorry, young vun," she reassured in a voice thick with certainty. "Dere are very few left to fight." Despite her unwavering voice, Toboe could see her eyes were drifting toward a yet unseen foe. For quickly approaching from the pinkening horizon of the sandy desert was the massive, image of Darcia's aircraft. Within the precious moments it took for Toboe to inhale in preparation of a quivering gasp, the portentous ship floated above there raising heads.
Time seemed to stand still as all waited for the fate, which was to come of them. After what seemed an eternity ended, the hatch in the center of the belly of the ship slowly opened. Lowered from the hatch was the pulsating body of the once missing Cheza. Ropes were tied tightly around her waste and thick green blood oozed down her arms like tears of the wound. Moments after a side door slid open as the shadow of Darcia was sent forebodingly across the blood- smeared sand.
"What did you do to Cheza!!??" Kiba screamed turning once more to his human form. His fists tightened to his sides as he dashed over the ground to the silhouette of his devious enemy. "You release her, or I'll--"
"You'll what?" Darcia cut in, smiling treacherously over the anger of his greatest foe. "If you want Cheza to be released you must come with me."
Kiba shifted uneasily as he deliberated what actions he must take, knowing every moment could end the life of his dear maiden. Throughout this cogitating process, the wilting form of Cheza swung menacingly from the weak rope. Withdrawing a sharp breath, Kiba took one step forward, affirming the fruits of his thoughts.
"Kiba don't do it, it's a trap!!?" Hige yowled, worrying the white wolf's love would cloud his judgement.
Kiba turned to face his bloody, fatigued friends. "This may well be a trap," he chimed, "but I will not allow Cheza to befall such a fate without doing something about it." On those words he turned back to the ship, ears pounding with the crunch of sand against his rubber sneakers.
Darcia sniggered cheerfully over this sight. "Well done," he declared. With one flick of his wrist the remaining troops of the crimson battle strode onward, each tightening a chain around the dark haired boy's strong body, while tugging him into the door of the tragedy filled ship.
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Nami- (breathes deeply)(cries) that was a really hard chapter
Kaida- (pats Nami on the back a little too hard) well we all know you are pathetic and we've put up with you this far
Nami- gee thanks
Kaida- well guys you know the drill, this poor pathetic child needs support so please R&R
Nami- x.x---
Ugh! I wasn't lying that was a very hard chapter to write. Kiba fans, don't worry out big boy won't give up!! And I promise the next chapter will have a lot less Darcia!! So thanks for the reviews they really make me wanna keep going
Pairings- ok I'll admit I changed my mind, but it still isn't yaoi. 2 characters that you'll meet eventually will be in love.
Warning: may contain spoilers. I have seen the episodes on Adult Swim and episode 27-30
To save my life I am being forced to tell you all that though this story was my idea--I am receiving help for the story line from Kaida-kun. Also 2 characters that will show up way later---or not who knows, belong to her, but 2 belong to me and mine are better so there (hair is pulled by Kaida) ok ok hers are oookay---(click) (click) sooo anyway (click click click)
Nami- Kaida, would you PLEASE stop trying to light my hair on fire with that lighter
Kaida- Noooo it's fun
Nami- (grabs lighter and throws it out the window) THERE!!!
Kaida- ummmn hehe that was the lighter your sister got you from England
Nami- WHAT!!??? Jumps out window (crash bang donk)
Kaida- hehe well Nami is umm unavailable right now---
Nami- (calls from the ground) You idiot!!
Kaida- (clears throat) soooo err enjoy the fic! (This fic starts with Darcia but not his POV)
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"Within the blood of wolves lies the flower maiden's true anguish. Therefore the consequence of the Red moon compels the maiden to release a secret kept by wolves and lunar flowers alone." Darcia read stridently from the Book of the Moon. "For impressed upon the very skin of her back in lies a map to paradise." With this last phrase he slammed the book shut, sending spreading dust into the bitter, malevolent atmosphere of his aircraft. He then turned to taunt the visage of his already anguished hostage. "So girl," he jeered, " Hiding something behind your very back, are we?"
Cheza lifted her head gradually, gazing into the un-patched eye of her captor for the first time. She longed to stroke his face, to see if his cheeks were warm with life as she was unsure they would be. The cold, detaining chains wrapped tightly around each wrist restrained her from committing this action, so she paid attention to the question on hand. "This one knows not of what you speak," the soft-spoken girl affirmed boldly. "This one knows only of what has been told to her."
With this Darcia advanced his tensing hand threateningly toward her soft cheek. "Do NOT lie to me girl!!" He bellowed with all intensity, thin eyebrows slowly raising to a scowl, " If you wish to keep you're pretty face you shall tell me what you know!!!" He demanded, voice rising by the second.
Cheza stared into the dark, clouded eye of this evil stranger. "This one has given her answer. This one knows nothing except the things told to her." She reiterated, voice un-quavering.
The hand of Darcia rapidly extended to discipline the insolence of his prisoner, only to stop mere seconds from his objective. This came out of surprise from an unexpected intrusion by one of his many confidants.
"Sir Darcia the moon is now in the center of the sky." the person spoke in a clear, influential manner.
"Very well," Darcia chortled, turning to his minion, only after flashing a malicious smirk at his prisoner one last time. "And the chamber?" He inquired in a stately manner, as if testing the wit of his underling.
"Being prepared as we speak, sir." With that the subordinate bowed, swiftly stepping out of the door to continue his pressing duties.
Darcia took a deep breath and let out a low grinding chuckle. He turned to his muddled, wooden desk. He fingered a few papers and lovingly stroked his fingers across the old, beaten cover of the Book of the Moon before opening a hidden drawer and pulling out a jagged, bronze key. He gazed upon the key attentively as if passing private thoughts to it by a mere pressing glance. The ebony haired man's eyes gently shifted from the key to the prisoner fettered to the wall opposite him. "The time has come." He cooed in a gentle yet compelling voice.
Cheza shifted uncomfortably under the imprisonment of her shackles, sending empty, echoing clanks through the walls of the austere ship. She concentrated upon the thoughts of her friends, for they were safe, and in this pleasure could be found, even in the intense moment of trepidation she found herself within. She observed intently as the tall profile of Darcia strode swiftly from his desk to the huge windows of his lackluster room. Black hair fell tenderly across each shoulder as he peered out to the sky above, a sky in which lie the foreboding image of a full red moon.
Darcia's thin pressed lips lightly lifted into a sneer. "Seems as if those idiots I have for lackeys are not as dumb as they look." He spoke to himself, completely disregarding the second presence occupying his workplace. His cloudy eyes, suddenly remembering the task at hand, shot to Cheza. "It's time to reveal the true purpose of this maiden to me." He spoke to himself once more. In one quick motion he unlatched the red-eyed girl's chains and pulled her abruptly by the wrists.
Cheza attempted desperately to wriggle herself from the sinister man's grip but finding it to no avail, she gave up her struggling to a question. "What do you wish to do with this one?" She requested, trying anxiously to keep within the wide-strides of Darcia.
The patched man took in a breath and slowly exhaled, dispersing a vapor into the bitter air. "You," using his free hand he drew the forgotten key from his pocket, "you my dear are the map and your white furred friend, he is the key."
Cheza's shimmering eyes widened in alarm at the mentioning of her companion. "Kiba," was the only word that could manage to escape from her hard-pressed lips.
Darcia sniggered at the young girl's shock. "Yes, that would be his name."
The flower maiden, refusing to be left with such indecisive information pushed for more. "What do you mean, a key?" She decided the inquiry alone summed up the various questions soaring through her emotionally racked brain.
The noble decided whether it was wise to reveal such information, leaving the pounding silence to drum his ears. "Kiba is the only pure blood wolf left on this earth. Without him, a paradise can not be found, map or no."
"Then why?" the shivering girl pressed for more, "Why would you take this one alone. Why did you not capture Kiba when you took this one?"
Suddenly the abrupt pace at which the two were walking was ceased. Darcia raised his heavy head and let a parade of holing laughs escape his tensing throat. "My fair maiden, Kiba posses more means to oppose his capture than you, a mere girl. No, to try to take him would've meant certain doom. So instead I acquired his bait."
"You are referring to this one, are you not?" Cheza sighed, expecting the inevitable.
"In this you are correct. Though your importance is found within the map on your back," Darcia started slowly caressing his long fingers down her soft back, "you serve as a double purpose to obtain Kiba effortlessly."
At these words cold, lonely tears rolled like pearls from the glistening red eyes of their producer.
"A-and the others?" Cheza managed to choke out through her contracting throat. "What do you wish to do with them?"
"Have you not wondered how this moon was produced, my child?" Darcia raised his free hand stretching it above his head as if to stroke the ceiling.
The purple haired girl raised her head to follow the hand's movement. "No, this one knows not what the red moon is."
The piercing eyes of Darcia lowered into slits. "The red moon symbolizes the death of wolves. This statement alone should tell you the plans in store for these so-called "friends" of yours." With this the once stopped pace started again with even more force as the evil man dragged the crying soul of the flower maiden to their designated location.
Subordinate's heads rose from their work as their captain stepped into the equipment filled room. "Ahh sir you are here," the person from earlier spoke up, "everything is ready for the removal of the map."
"Good then, you may take the girl." Darcia spoke swiftly, handing Cheza to a group of his minions. Cheza eyes widened in fear as they shot intently to the empty orb of Darcia, arousing a laugh within him.
"Yes my dear," he confirmed the maiden's suspicions, "you don't expect me to dirty my hands do you?" he mocked as he once more drew the prized key from his pocket. He walked slowly across the room, stopping in front of a tall black cabinet. Test tubes and computer screens produced an ominous glare against the absent black of the cupboard. Darcia fingered the key one last time before sliding it into the lock and turning it slowly to the side. A final echoing click marked the ended task, and yet another click sounded, as the cabinet doors were open. Inside lay a finger-sized knife; it produced an eerie glow as it was removed from its resting place. Darcia turned to face his crew.
"This knife," he proclaimed while traveling his lost fingers down each intricate sketch impressed upon the knife, "this knife is the key to removing the map. Without it the image of the map would be lost, even after being removed from its hostess' back. With this I would like to congratulate Dr. Soma for his life-long work in making such an object." Darcia paused as an eager procession of applause followed the Dr.'s name. "In saying this I would like to invite you, Dr. Soma to have the honors." The black haired man slowly held out the knife to the Dr.
"Thank you Lord Darcia, my fellow crew, shall we get on with it?" He asked rhetorically while taking a step closer to Cheza's quivering body. He held the knife high above his head allowing the light to glimmer off its sharp edge, before bringing it promptly from the heavens to it's trembling target.
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(A/N: back to the wolves, recap: "S-so that would explain why I couldn't smell them then?" The chestnut wolf whimpered fretfully turning to his pack.)
The 3 wolves lowered their heads to establish what their whimpering friend was referring. Proceeding towards them was a rapidly moving fleet of Darcia's.
"Dammit!" Tsume breathed through clenched teeth while bounding out of the way of a fleet of wild bullets. "There's too many of them!"
Kiba's fur become rigid around his neck as he barked commands to his companions. "We have to fight, Cheza's depending on us!!"
Loose sand danced through the air from the rapid steps of the wolves and their hard faced enemies, and cries of anguish broke the once still night.
"Ahhh," Toboe yelped as a stray bullet grazed his shoulder. "There's too many of them!!!" He shrieked, being the first to speak the thought impressing upon everybody's mind. The young wolf's jaw burned from lack of food and water as he bit an unarmed man's arm. "S-so tired---I can't do this." His voice lowered into a restless unconsciousness as the once unarmed man grabbed a gun from o fallen corpse's sallow body. The mouth of the gun seemed to laugh as it was pointed to the head of the weakening wolf. Toboe winced as he saw the trigger slowly be pulled leading to a loud precision of deafening booms. "Am I dead?" his thoughts raced. "I-is this heaven?"
"Leetle boyee"
"Leetle boyee, a' ju okei?"
Toboe's ear's perked as he slowly opened his tightly shut eyes to gaze upon the face supplying the voice. Mere inches from his face was the face was a beautiful female wolf. The red moonlight flooded across the freckles of light brown specs that dotted the rich brown color of her fur and her emerald green eyes gazed into his as she spoke.
"Ve need to geet ju out of danger's vay." She affirmed, after seeing the soft golden eyes of Toboe open.
Toboe glanced around his shoulders frightfully to the scene of chaos surrounding him. To one side Tsume lay sprawled on the silky, white sand sporting obvious battle wounds. Toboe's gaze, however, was pinned on a chestnut shaded wolf just ahead of him that had definitely not been there mere seconds ago. From what Toboe could tell, this strange new ally was struggling with a man's gun mere feet from Tsume's lying body, trying desperately to protect him. A few yards from them, Hige was distraughtly trying to fight off a legion of dangerous warriors, his burden was lightened thankfully by the help of a scraggly, light gray wolf that stood and fought loyally with him. Toboes line of sight shifted till it focused on Kiba, the sight send chills down his spine, as he watched his leader fearlessly take down three soldiers with his blood-stained fangs. Kiba was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the mass numbers, and just as Toboe let out a strangled cry for him a swift yet slightly smaller cream-coated wolf darted out from among the various soldiers and efficiently aided kiba in crushing his foes.
Noticing the panic look in the bracelet-bearing wolf's eyes, the female wolf quickly shoved him to the side. "Don't vorry, young vun," she reassured in a voice thick with certainty. "Dere are very few left to fight." Despite her unwavering voice, Toboe could see her eyes were drifting toward a yet unseen foe. For quickly approaching from the pinkening horizon of the sandy desert was the massive, image of Darcia's aircraft. Within the precious moments it took for Toboe to inhale in preparation of a quivering gasp, the portentous ship floated above there raising heads.
Time seemed to stand still as all waited for the fate, which was to come of them. After what seemed an eternity ended, the hatch in the center of the belly of the ship slowly opened. Lowered from the hatch was the pulsating body of the once missing Cheza. Ropes were tied tightly around her waste and thick green blood oozed down her arms like tears of the wound. Moments after a side door slid open as the shadow of Darcia was sent forebodingly across the blood- smeared sand.
"What did you do to Cheza!!??" Kiba screamed turning once more to his human form. His fists tightened to his sides as he dashed over the ground to the silhouette of his devious enemy. "You release her, or I'll--"
"You'll what?" Darcia cut in, smiling treacherously over the anger of his greatest foe. "If you want Cheza to be released you must come with me."
Kiba shifted uneasily as he deliberated what actions he must take, knowing every moment could end the life of his dear maiden. Throughout this cogitating process, the wilting form of Cheza swung menacingly from the weak rope. Withdrawing a sharp breath, Kiba took one step forward, affirming the fruits of his thoughts.
"Kiba don't do it, it's a trap!!?" Hige yowled, worrying the white wolf's love would cloud his judgement.
Kiba turned to face his bloody, fatigued friends. "This may well be a trap," he chimed, "but I will not allow Cheza to befall such a fate without doing something about it." On those words he turned back to the ship, ears pounding with the crunch of sand against his rubber sneakers.
Darcia sniggered cheerfully over this sight. "Well done," he declared. With one flick of his wrist the remaining troops of the crimson battle strode onward, each tightening a chain around the dark haired boy's strong body, while tugging him into the door of the tragedy filled ship.
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Nami- (breathes deeply)(cries) that was a really hard chapter
Kaida- (pats Nami on the back a little too hard) well we all know you are pathetic and we've put up with you this far
Nami- gee thanks
Kaida- well guys you know the drill, this poor pathetic child needs support so please R&R
Nami- x.x---
Ugh! I wasn't lying that was a very hard chapter to write. Kiba fans, don't worry out big boy won't give up!! And I promise the next chapter will have a lot less Darcia!! So thanks for the reviews they really make me wanna keep going