Summary: An unrequited lust, a betrayal, a mysterious sword, a foreign land-- all bathed in the deepest blood. This cannot end well. Not for the faint of hearts.

Ryo/Seiji shounen ai Drama strong R

Warning: This story contains shounen ai which is male/male love. Please do not read if such ideas upset you. Please use your good judgment. This fiction also contains violence and foul play. Consider yourself warned.

Rated R for violence, strong language and sexual situations.

Disclaimer: "Yoroiden Samurai Troopers" does not belong to me. God, how I wish it did...


Author's note: The story you are about to read is becoming progressively darker. For anyone who is familiar with my other stories, this fiction will be even darker than those are.



To Have And Have Not
by Libellule

Chapter four: Vanishing Point






Smooth, wooden planks rose up to meet him, their firmness supporting the weight his knees would not. A heavy burden exerted itself upon Ryo's shoulders, making his proud form slouch under the pressure. He couldn't look directly at it-- the gruesome impression sent thousands of horrors screaming down his spine. Refusing to acknowledge what his heart already knew, Ryo touched the only physical remainder, absently fingering the hand print, caressing the blood in slow circles.


Shin crouched beside him, moving into his unblinking line of sight.

He asked softly.

It was amazing how much his voice brimmed with concern.

Concern for me? Ryo thought The idea somewhat amused him. Ryo was fine, sitting on the floor right as rain. He wasn't the one who had vanished, leaving only blood in his stead.

Shin touched his shoulder, calling his name again.

Slowly, Ryo titled his head and looked up at him. He's gone.

Shin nodded solemnly.

Right from underneath our noses. Ryo was surprised by the amount of venom in his own voice. He realized that they were all there-- Shin, Touma and Shuu-- staring at him. Or waiting for him to pull himself together.

For an instant he was tempted not to-- but he couldn't. This was serious. Finding out what had happened to Seiji was foremost in his mind, and so, determined, Ryo hauled himself off the floor.

When was the last time you saw him? Ryo asked them.

This morning, Shuu spoke up, he was training in the backyard.

Touma glanced around their room. There are no signs of a struggle, but...

But the blood on the floor, Shin pressed. Could he be passed out somewhere?

Ryo said with certainty. He's gone.

No one questioned how he knew.


Wait-- What's that? Touma brushed past Ryo, and lifted a wooden case from the floor beside Seiji's bed. It had been hidden from view by the bed. I don't remember seeing this before...

He set the case down on the bed.

It looks like a sword box. Ryo said, noting the size and shape.

Touma pulled back the lid, but nothing was inside. He looked at Ryo and asked, Do you know which sword was in here?

Ryo said frustrated. He never showed me this.

Shuu stooped suddenly, retrieving something from the floor. Look at this.

He handed the simple folded card with its neutral script to Ryo .

Ryo let out his breath in a hiss. He was set up. The card fell from his hands to the bed. He probably thought that I...

Backing away, taking two steps, then coming to an abrupt halt, Ryo turned and stared at the palm print.

Something clicked off in his brain, rationale blocking it out, taking control.

He must have fallen like this. Ryo dropped to the floor, using the dried blood as a map for his position. Then tried to get up. He pushed against the wooden planks, his palm pressing against Seiji's hand print. And then?

Ryo collapsed in frustration, his stomach on the floor, his head turned to one side. Damn it.

We'll figure this out. Shin said, moving around to him. We'll get him back.

If we can figure out who wrote this, Touma said holding the card up to the light, or where this came from, we'll know who did this.

Oh my God... Ryo whispered suddenly. He was staring under Seiji's bed. Slowly, his hand reached underneath and pulled out the long, silver sword that belonged to the wooden case.

That thing's massive! Shuu exclaimed.

H-his blood is all over it... Ryo breathed. Utterly horrified, his hands no longer had the strength to hold it, and the sword fell from his grasp, clattering to the floor with sharp, resonating sounds.

It clicked back on. Memories of an alternate past returned to haunt him-- images of the bloody sword he had thrust, and then wrenched from Seiji's body**.

I think... I think I'm going to be--. Ryo launched himself away from it and sprinted from the room.

Shin moved to go after Ryo, but Touma stopped him.

I'll go. He said, surprising the Brit. I'm feeling a bit sick myself.


Touma found Ryo in the bathroom, hunched over the sink, his hands on either side of the faucet. Water dripped down his face as he stared into the steady stream of liquid swirling in the basin.

You all right? Touma asked, standing beside him.

Ryo nodded. I'm sorry I lost it. I can't stop remembering--. He stopped short, unable to finish.

Touma nodded in understanding. It's okay.

He said, calling the other's eyes from the eddying water. I didn't mean it... all those things I said about you two.


Ryo was a bit amazed by this. He thought Touma would never forgive them for becoming lovers.

Seiji and I--. Touma started, We were-- I just felt-- Well, I had no right to feel that way, and I was angry because of it. He smirked and added, I was shocked as hell, too.

There was something else that Touma wasn't saying, but Ryo decided not to press him. He was just relieved that Touma was being civil to him again.

We didn't exactly go about telling everyone the right way. Ryo conceded. Then he sighed heavily and blurted out, Seiji and I had a fight.

An eyebrow raised, Touma asked, What happened?

Last night-- I was a first class baka. I accused him of something... I wouldn't listen to what he had to say, and now--. Ryo paused. Now he's gone.

We'll find him, Ryo, Touma reassured. If we brought him back from the abyss of death, we can certainly handle this.

Ryo stared at him steadily. I can't feel Kourin through the armor link. I'm terrified by what that means.

No, it has to be a mistake--. But as Touma said it, he felt through Tenku, that Kourin was indeed missing. Why didn't I feel this-- this void-- before?

Ryo was about to comment when Shuu's loud shout cut him off.


No! Shin don't--. And then he screamed-- a stricken cry of agony. They heard unmistakable thud of a body hitting the floor.


The two raced from the bathroom, too late to stop another from disappearing.

***



Seiji knew he wasn't dead because pain like this could only be felt by those who still had the remnants of life in them. Sprawled out on his back, laying shirtless across an uncomfortably hard surface, he slowly, slowly began to move. Rolling onto his side, his mouth open in a silent gasp of pain, Seiji curled into himself. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire. Breathing hard Seiji focused, squeezing his eyes shut, and forced himself to his knees.

The metal grate he was sprawled on top of was cold beneath his palms. He felt the chill on his knees through the fabric of his black pants. Fighting off a wave of dizziness, he looked up at the tall buildings surrounding him. He was in an alley, in a modern city that was definitely not Tokyo. Seiji had a sinking feeling that he was not even in Japan.

Standing, he realized that the two buildings adjoining the alley were abandoned, and partly destroyed. He turned sharply to his right as the deserted structure swayed. Large chunks of debris fell at his feet and Seiji dove back to avoid being crushed by the falling cinderblocks.

Seiji leaned against the other building. He needed to find out where he was and how to get back. He'd like to think that Ryo would be worried, but Seiji was not sure that would be the case.

Damn it. Seiji thought, running a hand through his hair. Why did this have to happen now? But of course it had. Things had been going too well for him. It was just his luck.


A muted cry drifted across his ears. Seiji tilted his head and listened carefully. The building was certainly unstable, creaking and howling in the slight breeze. Large boards across the lower level windows, thick chains shackling the doors shut-- it was definitely condemned.

Someone was alive in there. The presence was very faint, but Seiji could sense it. Seiji made his way around the unstable structure, careful not to send the remains crashing down on him.

He found a broken down door, ducked underneath the fragmented wood, and stepped into the murky shadows of the building. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but as he walked through the empty space he recognized a human form lying face down in the doorway of an adjoining room.

It was a corpse of a man, shot several times through the chest, blood still pooling around him. Seiji knelt beside the body, and with great sadness realized that this man was really only a child. This boy looked hardly older than he was, and had been viciously murdered. If the boy had a weapon, there was no evidence of it.

The building trembled suddenly, debris flaking down from the decrepit ceiling. Seiji held his breath as the base teetered between fragility and stability. When it stopped, choosing to remain steady for a while longer, Seiji continued on his search for life.

Not much further into the room, he noticed that a weight bearing wall had collapsed, the massive supporting structure spilling across the room in trail of warped metal and decomposing cinderblocks. The debris shifted and Seiji recognized a human form caught underneath. Someone was trapped beneath the bricks-- someone was dying beneath them.

Wanting to help, Seiji dug through the debris, lifting away the heavy cinderblocks to reveal a woman.


Dao Chi. He whispered softly, transforming only into his subarmor, saving the strength he may need later on to maintain Kourin.

The woman trapped beneath the fallen wall, her sternum cracked, her ribcage crushed, began to speak to him.

She sputtered. ...kokua... keiki... She looked up at Seiji imploringly, grasping his arm. Using her last bit of strength, she pushed herself back.

No, don't move. Seiji said to her.

Even if she could have understood his words, she would not have listened. Protected from the debris, shielded by her body, there was a little girl not older than five. She lay unconscious-- a gash at her forehead, her breathing shallow-- but alive.

The woman spoke one last time. ...ola ka keiki... She said, and somehow Seiji understood her words, heard them clearly in his mind.

:Save the child.:

Seiji couldn't suppress his gasp of surprise-- that woman had spoken to him in his head. Or-- or had he touched her thoughts?

There was no time for speculation now. Seiji leaned over her, peering into her unseeing eyes and knew that it was too late to help the woman. He reached down and closed her eyes, murmuring a quick prayer for the dead.

Gently, he moved her aside and took up the child from the debris. The unconscious child was soaked in blood-- most of it was the woman's-- but Seiji knew that this little girl was injured and would die if he did not help her quickly.

Another presence seized him nearly too late as Seiji looked up into the barrel of a pistol.


Raising his arms slowly, Seiji cursed himself for his negligence, as he was so concerned with the child, he had not heard this woman's approach. She held her gun with both hands, eyes trained on him. Her dark, black hair was cropped to her chin and her deeply tanned skin was smudged with ashes and soot. Her tight jumpsuit was torn, and streaked with blood. Clearly, this woman had been through quite an ordeal.

Her gaze shifted to the small girl at his lap, and she gasped, clearly stricken. Not veering her aim from Seiji's chest, she tried to awaken the girl, shaking her by the shoulder with one hand.

I can help her, Seiji said quietly, if you'll let me.

The woman glared back at him, cocking her gun. Despite her cool demeanor, it was evident that she was frightened.

She declared angrily. Loko ino uhane.

I don't understand--. Seiji held up his hands in a surrendering manner-- this woman would shoot him before he would be able to arm himself.

Furiously, she muttered, and pushed the barrel of the gun against his chest.

At this rate, Seiji would be shot to death and the young girl would die with him. It was now or never to test his theory. Slowly, he extended his mind, touching her thoughts gently.

:Please, let me save this child.: He projected. :I am not an evil spirit-- I can help her.:

Her eyes widened with disbelief. Seiji could sense that she was extremely unwilling to trust him.

She will die, He spoke to her, borrowing the words from her mind.

The gun wavered from his chest as she moved back, allowing him space to help the girl.

Seiji closed his eyes in deep concentration as he tapped into his armor's vitality. It was possible for him to access some of Kourin's power without actually armoring up. Seiji seriously doubted he had the strength to bear the armor right now and only hoped he had enough to sustain the healing element.

Placing one hand on the child's forehead and the other at her chest, Seiji channeled energy from Kourin to the girl. The child was resisting, finding it easier to succumb to the darkness than to fight her way back to the light. Refusing to let her die, he pushed himself harder, the healing light of Kourin illuminating his body through to his fingertips.

Slowly, she began to take instead of repel. Her want quickened, drawing from Kourin faster than it could provide and the armor in turn, pilfering from Seiji.

It was too soon for such a power tap and Seiji buckled, yielding to momentary senselessness. He fell back from the child, his body shaking as he struggled to regain control.


The woman collected the little girl in her arms, listening carefully to the steady rise and fall of her chest. She was no longer unconscious-- merely asleep. The gash at her forehead had closed, had been knitted together before the woman's eyes, leaving not a mark on the child's tanned skin.

When she was satisfied that the girl was sound, she turned towards Seiji, who had pushed himself to his knees.

Hey, are you all right? She asked, keeping her distance. She still did not trust him.

Seiji nodded, the woman's words an intrusion in his mind. He couldn't shut her out right now if he wanted to.

The building rumbled again, swaying dangerously in its deteriorating foundation. Bits of the ceiling crumbled, sending a spray of white-gray dust onto them.

Can you stand? The woman asked as she scooped up the sleeping child in her arms, her gun still firmly in her hand. We have to get out of here now.

Seiji pushed himself to his feet, rising, if somewhat unsteadily, and said, Let's go.


Following the woman, Seiji made his way out of the building. A gust of hot, humid air hit his face. The sky was dark, muted behind a thick blanket of smoke.


***

In the ten seconds it took to run from the bathroom to the bedroom, Ryo and Touma found that they were too late. Shuu was passed out, slumped against the wall, and Shin was no where in sight. Fresh blood stained the sword discarded on the floor. Another trooper had vanished.

The air in the room was tepid and carried the scent of electricity. Rushing in, Ryo dropped beside Shuu, extending a hand to his shoulder to wake him, only to pull it away quickly from the harsh static shock that met his fingers upon impact.

Ryo swore, shaking off the sting. He's like a conduit.

Cautiously, Touma knelt next to them. Ignoring the shock, he gently slapped Shuu's face, trying to wake him. Come on back to us, Shuu.


Shuu groaned as he slowly came around. Aww, man, that hurt!

What happened? Ryo asked, reaching for the weapon. Shin's gone, too.

Don't touch it! Touma directed. Who knows what will happen to you.

Shin only wanted to clean the blood from it-- he thought it might be easier to deal with without the blood. Shuu paused. Then, next thing I know, he'd cut himself-- pretty deep too. I went to help him, and-- I'm not sure what happened. It felt like being electrocuted. Bolts of light swarmed around him, and he was gone.

Like a portal? Touma asked.

I guess so. Shuu shrugged. It's not like anything I've ever seen. Well, aside from on the Sci-Fi channel.

Touma glanced over at the bloody weapon. We need to find out about this sword.

I want to know how it got here, and who sent it. Ryo said. Who ever it is, will pay.



***


They had been walking for a long time, not saying a word to one another. Seiji had no choice but to ally himself with this woman. They had long since left the city, wandering into a surprisingly thick forest. The trees were warped, the leaves brown and dying-- the pollution of the city had leaked into the woods, corrupting the foliage and wildlife. The humidity was oppressive, causing the few healthy plants there were to wilt in the undiscriminating heat.

Suddenly the woman stopped and said, We can rest a moment here.

She laid the sleeping girl down on the grass and sat next to her, leaning back against a tree trunk. Thankful for a moment to pause, Seiji set his aching body on the forest floor. His chest felt heavy, breathing an effort, and the dull throbbing behind his eyes pounded unmercifully against his skull.

Seiji looked over at the woman, who was staring at him with a scrutinizing gaze. The child seemed to be fine now, sleeping quietly against her side.

What is your name? Seiji asked her, probing her thoughts for the language despite the migraine he felt coming on.

The language was very beautiful sounding-- polynesian almost.

She did not answer him, so he continued saying, I'm Seiji.

She said abruptly. My name is Mele. She ran her fingers through the little girl's hair and added, This is Iliki.

She'll be okay. Seiji said to her. She'll wake up tomorrow morning like nothing happened.

Mele nodded. She was staring at him again, deliberation written across her features. What are you? She asked quietly.


Slightly amused, Seiji smiled-- he'd never been asked what he was before-- there were so many ways to answer her.

I'm not uhane-- an evil spirit. Seiji said, using her words. I'm mortal, same as you.

You healed her wounds before my eyes, no mortal can do that.

There are certain energies available to me, but I assure you, I am human.

She moved towards him, her gun easily within her range, reaching out to finger his hair. Lauoho ilikea-- you have golden hair-- fair, like a uhane. She brushed the back of her hand against his face. Hakea ili-- and fair skin.

Mele tilted her head to one side, peering intently. But your eyes... they are neither uhane nor human--.

I am a stranger here... where ever here is.

How is it that you came here, and yet not know where you are? She replied.

Seiji sighed. It is difficult to explain--

Mele put a finger to his lips to silence him. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the darkness behind him.

We have to go. She said quickly. Right now.

Mele reloaded her gun and said, Prepare yourself. They're coming. She scooped Iliki into her arms, the five year old not stirring as she held her against her shoulder with one hand, leaving the other free to use her gun.

Seiji stood, feeling his strength returning and asked, Who's coming?

The Mecha.


****

Pulling Seiji back behind a tree, Mele peered through the branches into the lush forest.

We must not get caught, she whispered. I haven't the ammunition to get us past the Mecha today.

Seiji could sense her anxiety as she lead them into a hollow under an embankment. She feared for the little girl asleep in her arms. The mecha must be truly frightening creatures to have unnerved such a strong woman as Mele.

What are they? Seiji whispered to her.

Abominations of science, she muttered. We must be silent now.


Listening to the dense footfalls of a searching legion, Seiji kept perfectly still. Moving gears and metal scrapping against metal reverberated through the forest. Curiosity compelled Seiji to slowly turn his head to catch a glimpse at them through the small gaps in the earth overhead.


There were three, accompanied by six programed droids as subordinates. A combination of flesh and metal, these creatures paced forward weapons in hand as they scanned the area. Seiji could sense that they were alive yet-- yet they were machines also-- a twisted revulsion of the achievements of science.

With large digits emblazoned on their plated shoulders they were numbered-- marked like prisoners or any mass quantity without the privilege of a name. Each soldier had a human face, the left side plated with metal and a sensor scope over that eye. Seiji wondered why only their faces would be left uncovered, providing an apparent vulnerability to attack.

He couldn't clearly discern anything useful from their minds-- the human aspect nearly gone-- but Seiji could tell that they were searching for them with the utmost importance.


Mele held her breath as one tread overhead, sending dirt scurrying from the mound above into their eyes. She shut her eyes tightly against the falling grains, and shielded Iliki's face with her arm. Gently touching her thoughts, Seiji heard her harsh unspoken chiding as she berated herself for trapping them in this hole. If they were caught in the hollow, they would surely be taken and killed, or worse yet, become assimilated.

While Seiji wasn't exactly sure what becoming assimilated entailed, he knew that he definitely did not want to find out.

It occurred to him that the Mecha above had stopped moving and it had become unexpectedly very quiet. This was not good.

Throwing his arm out protectively to the side, Seiji warded Mele back further into the hollow just as one jumped out in front of the dark entrance of their hiding place, weapon aimed.


You are under arrest for treason against the crown. He cocked his gun quickly and said, Come out quickly or be killed.


Having no doubt that the Mecha would start shooting into the cavern at any moment, Seiji knew he had only seconds to conspire a plan. Mele, reaching for her gun, ready to shoot her way out or die trying, was about to make his decision for him.

:Don't provoke them.: He thought quickly to her. :We'll all be dead before you could hit them-- stay back. Let me handle this.:

Don't give me that macho shit--. Mele hissed in an irate whisper. You don't even have a gun.

Ignoring her outburst, Seiji projected, :Just be prepared.:


Raising his arms, Seiji took a few steps out of the hollow-- all he figured he needed was one second of distraction for a quick armor up.

However, he did not anticipate their reaction to him.


The soldier marked Three Four Six let out a malicious chuckle as Seiji came forward and lowered his gun slightly in disgust.

It's only a uhane, he said, obviously finding Seiji a laughable opponent.

Seiji stole a glance at the Mecha he assumed was in authority. The Commander held up his hand to hold back his small band of droids. His calculating gaze narrowed as he peered at Seiji and said coldly, Kill it.

Three Four Six looked disappointed and replied, Sir, it may have seen the woman and child--.

The Commander stepped up to his secondary officer, asking snidely, Are you disobeying a direct order?

The other Mecha, who waited obediently with the droids, smirked at his comrade's foolishness.

His eyes wide, Three Four Six answered quickly, No, sir.

Kill it. The Commander repeated.


This argument was the opportunity Seiji needed. Dao Chi, he whispered, and the searing might of the armor of Kourin ruptured from its orb prison, spiraling around his body, suffusing Seiji with its power. His transformation blinded the three Mecha, and he heard Mele gasp at the sight of it.

What the--. At first the Mecha thought that one of the droids had misfired at the uhane, but in a moment it was clear that there had been no accident.

Incredulous, Three Four Six raised his gun to fire, but soon found his weapon severed in half with the penetrating hot blade of Seiji's no-datchi. Seiji slammed the hilt of his sword into the vulnerable portion of Three Four Six's face, sending him screeching backward in pain.

The Commander was not so easily distracted as he quickly set his troops into action, firing at Seiji with small caliber, high velocity bullets.


Seiji had to move, had to be faster than the bullets or at the very least maneuver around them. If his armor was bulletproof, he did not know, and did not want to find out. Moving at a speed significantly faster than he was accustomed to, Seiji knew it would be difficult to maintain tight control over the armor.

In his defense, he launched a blinding flame of light at the Commander, effectively rendering him sightless for the time being.

Flipping over the heads of the fighter droids, Seiji redirected his sword down, pulling it through three of the metal bodies, splitting them into two pieces of sparking scrap metal. Swinging his sword like a bat, he decapitated a forth one and sliced the arms off of a fifth.

It was just as he was beginning to think that he might actually make it out of there alive after all, when he was shot. The velocity of the bullet to his right shoulder sent him hurtling back, his sword falling from his suddenly numb fingers.

He's hit! It was the obedient Mecha-- number Zero Six Eight. He stood over Seiji smugly, his gun trained on him awaiting orders.

Kill him! The Commander shouted.

A shot rang out, but not from the Mecha's gun. Mele stood at the opening of the hallow, gun extended. Zero Six Eight stumbled with a loud cry, giving Seiji the opportunity to make a grab towards his sword before the obedient misfired.

In a cold-blooded move, the sightless Commander suddenly shifted, veering his aim towards the direction of the shot-- towards Mele and Iliki with frightening precision.

Enough was enough. Infuriated, Seiji stood, sword gripped in both hands. Raising his sword high, Seiji gathered Kourin's energy to him.

With a swift, horizontal swing of his sword, a crushing wave of incinerating light enveloped the Mecha and the remaining droid, rushing through their crumbling bodies, disintegrating anything in its path.

The return of his extended power made Seiji stumble slightly in the sudden silence of the forest. Breathing hard, Seiji opened his eyes-- aware for the first time that he had closed them.

They were gone-- nothing more than piles of ash swept up in the wind. He would never get used to that-- the destruction-- the wrath of Kourin. A weariness settled into him, whether it was from fatigue or discontent, he knew not.

Disarming, a mere flash of light as Kourin returned to the orb, Seiji flexed the fingers of his right arm carefully. Even though the armor had indeed protected him against the bullet, the mere impact at such a high velocity had hurt none the less. He supposed it was no different than the protection of a bullet proof vest.

Turning back to the hollow, he was relieved to see that Mele and the child were unharmed.

Mele was staring at him strangely, her lips drawn thinly together. You're one of them. She whispered tightly. I trusted you.

Seiji was cut off by the rampant hysteria of her thoughts. :I don't understand-- how could he-- I trusted him-- he saved us-- he could have hurt her-- I don't understand--.:


Drawing her gun with one hand, Mele aimed it at Seiji. I don't know how-- or why-- you did that Mecha, but it will be your last mistake.

Giving him less than a second for her words to register, Mele fired at him three times in rapid succession.



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NOTES:

** referring to the events in A Stitch in Time.

pronunciation key:

Mele: say it -- mel-lay'

Iliki: say it -- ee-lee-key'

uhane: say it -- u-hahn-nay'

mecha: say it -- mek-kah'


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