Level 5: Unknown Friends Help Out Well Known Heroes
Note: I decided to put a key, just in case. ^-^;
Key:
"" - Talking
**** - Flashback
'' - Thoughts
Umi awoke during the night; it must have been in the morning hours at least. She sat up, stretching her arms out, and crumpled over in pain. It seems she was so curled up her muscles cramped. Sighing, she massaged her aching shoulders, then her arms. After feeling she was well enough to stand, she got up and walked over to the barred door of her cell, grasping the cold metal and glancing around. She winced when she was finally able to see the kind of people who were here: most elderly, their clothing tattered and torn, and completely filthy. Most slumped against the wall, staring longingly beyond the bars of their prison, as if seeing some Utopia beyond the barrier withholding them. Umi was horrified to see even young children, scared and alone, huddling against the corner of their cells. What was worse was most of them looked as if they had been recently beaten. Tears spilled down the sapphire haired beauty's pastel cheeks; the sight was unbelievable.
Suddenly, Umi heard commotion coming from one side of the dungeon. She turned and tried to look down the pathway, and saw elderly and children alike doing the same as she, trying to see someone coming. They all seemed delighted that whoever it was, was here.
'If it's Nakago, what do they have to be excited about?' she thought to herself, shuddering at the thought of that man. He was totally creepy. And not to mention rude. Before she could get a chance to see who it was, a beautiful, upbeat tune started to fill the room. The children danced around, giggling and laughing to the melody, and even the older people clapped and smiled. Umi was in awe to see their smiling faces, when only seconds ago they seemed to be so depressed and in pain. . .
The tune got a little louder, and she finally saw who was making the music. It was a teenage boy, about Umi's height, with dirty blonde hair, and a sapphire band around his forehead. He wore an indigo tunic, and pants matching the color of his band. His golden flute continued to send out a captivating harmony, and even Umi felt herself move to the sweet rhythm. Moments later, he stopped, and the children and elderly clapped and cheered for him. He gave a humble bow to the opposite side of Umi, and then turned to face her side. Briefly, they met eye to eye, and he smiled, giving his bow. He chuckled lightly as he turned to the cell beside Umi's, and waved to the small children that were there. He then turned his attention back to Umi, who in turn smiled, and spoke.
"Your music is beautiful. You are a very talented musician," Umi complimented, grasping the bars of her cell. The boy's cheeks tinted a light scarlet.
"Thank you. I love music, especially when it makes people such as these happy," he replied, gesturing to all the children's smiling faces. "I hate to see them like this. . .if I had the power, I would set everyone here free."
"That's very noble of you." Umi shifted her gaze to the ground, frowning. The boy's smile also fell, and he looked concerned.
"I'm sorry, I really wish there was more I could do. But I don't have enough power, not in this place," he apologized with the utmost sincerity. Umi looked up at him and weakly smiled again.
"Hey, it's not your fault. In fact, what you're doing now is a lot more than you think. You can get these people to smile, even though they realize they are on death row. You keep their spirits up, and that's all they could ask for," she said, and his face brightened.
"Thank you. . .again." Suddenly, a bang was heard down the hall. "Uh oh, I'd better go," he said before taking off down the hall.
"Wait!" Umi called after him, "What's your name?" He stopped briefly, and turned back her way.
"Call me Amiboshi! How about you?" he called back.
"My name is Umi Ryuuzaki! But just call me Umi!" He smiled and nodded before taking off again, disappearing from sight. Umi sighed, slumping up against the wall, sliding down until her bottom hit the ground. "Great, I finally meet someone who's actually worth meeting and he can't even stick around. . ."
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Pain coursed throughout Hikaru's body as the needle dug into her flesh, though it was brief. Even as she fell her body became numb, and she hit the ground with a thud. The sudden impact on the ground knocked her unconscious. The man cackled under his breath as he approached Hikaru's limp form, and from a belt beneath his cloak he pulled a small dagger.
"Too bad, I really hate to kill a little girl like you, but a job's a job," he said as he knelt by her body and raised the dagger over his head. Before he was even able to bring it down, a hand grasped his wrist tightly. He gasped, looking behind him to see whom it was, but instead was meet with an elbow to the face. He fell next to Hikaru's body, howling as he held his face. Seconds later he sat up, looking around angrily for his attacker. When he looked next to him, however, he found that Hikaru was gone. He jumped to his feet, and saw before him someone carrying Hikaru's body. The man growled and yelled to the stranger.
"Who are you? What business do you have here?" he demanded. The stranger shrugged.
"I don't think you realize the importance of this girl, ya know," a male voice responded. This made the man even more heated.
"Of course I know her importance! That's why I'm trying to kill her!"
"You misunderstand. She's important; therefore I have to stop you FROM killing her. That's how it works, ya know." The man clenched his fists, and whistled. A horde of insects came to his aid, and with a wave of his hand the bugs were off. The stranger placed Hikaru over his shoulder, and in one hand a staff appeared. He whirled it around as the insects mercilessly attacked, and they were all sent back, some even falling to the ground dead. The remaining swarm went in again, and the stranger mumbled something, generating a shield. The instant the bugs touched the barrier, they fried and fell to the ground. The shield faded, and the stranger set Hikaru down. He approached the man slowly, the man falling back in fear.
"Please, please don't hurt me. . .I was only following orders, I just needed to have some money.!" the man pleaded, scooting back with each step the stranger took. Finally the man's back hit against a tree; he had nowhere else to go.
"Sorry about this, ya know," the stranger apologized, and waved his staff into the man's face. The man held his face in agony, and a split second later the stranger chopped at his neck with his hand, causing the man to fall unconscious. The stranger looked down, and then walked back to Hikaru, picking her up. "It's about time we get you to a doctor." With that, he began down the path toward the next town.
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The stranger arrived in the village sometime before dawn. Very few people were out; only some merchants who wanted to get an early start setting up shop. Or those who had just come from a tavern, completely drunk, and heading toward where at least they thought was home; that is until they passed out. The stranger sneered at them, and continued on his way, carrying Hikaru gently in his arms. He looked left and right, trying to figure something out. As luck would have it, what he was looking for just exited a house. A middle-aged man stood at the threshold of a tiny home, speaking with a young woman. He bowed his head, and the woman did the same, and he walked away from the house. The stranger smiled, and walked up to the man, who didn't seem to notice him yet.
"It's been awhile, ya know," the stranger said, and the man looked up to see who was speaking. His eyes widened in surprise at who it was.
"It can't be. . .Chichiri, is that really you?" the man asked, and the stranger nodded.
"It's nice to see you again, Mitsukake," Chichiri replied, adjusting Hikaru's body in his arms. Mitsukake smiled at his old friend, seeing his features hadn't changed a bit. His pale blue hair was cut short, save for the long tuft of bangs positioned in an upward position. He wore an ever- smiling face, one that made Mistukake frown inwardly. He wore it for a reason. Chichiri's ensemble consisted of a white chemise with a blue shawl tied over one shoulder, and olive pants. He saw Chichiri adjust someone in his arms once again. And that's when Mitsukake finally noticed her. He studied her a second, then looked back up to Chichiri's face.
"This girl. . .what has happened to her?" he asked, taking a step forward to observe her more closely.
"She had an encounter with an assassin, no doubt from Kutou. He was a master of insects, and used one of them against her. I think she may have been poisoned, ya know," he told him, gesturing to Hikaru's shoulder. Mitsukake turned his attention to her shoulder, and saw the stinger pierced in her skin. His eyes widened slightly in shock. As he opened his mouth to speak, a young woman came running up to Mitsukake, tugging the sleeve of his yellow tunic. He glanced over to her, seeing she was in tears.
"Please doctor, you must look at my husband! He is in great pain! Please, I beg you!" she cried, pulling him toward her home. Mitsukake turned to look at Chichiri. Chichiri nodded, knowing his duty. Mitsukake smiled, and motioned for Chichiri to follow, and he complied, walking with Hikaru still in his arms.
The walked up to a small house just opposite a strip of merchants, and the entire party walked inside. Mitsukake looked to the woman apologetically.
"I hope you don't mind me bringing my friend with. He also has an injured girl for me to look at." The woman nodded.
"Of course, I don't mind at all, just please take a look at my husband!" Mitsukake put a comforting hand on her shoulder, noting her trembling form.
"I promise, but please, allow me to examine this young woman," he said, gesturing to Hikaru in Chichiri's arms, "for I believe she's been poisoned. If that is so, I must treat her immediately." The woman looked hesitant, but nodded, and motioned for them bring her into a small room. The three of them walked into the room, undoubtedly a guest room, and Chichiri lay Hikaru down on the bed.
"Here you are, doctor. Until you're finished, I'll go check on my husband," the woman said, walking out of the room swiftly. Mitsukake wasted no time in checking out her wound. After a few brief moments, he sighed loudly.
"Did you figure it out?" Chichiri asked, his smiling face even now showing concern. Mitsukake stood.
"Yes. She is indeed poisoned. It is deadly if it should have the time to settle in her blood," he said sadly.
"Do you know what it is?"
"Yes, it's called the Kikyouto Venom, a very rare poison found in only certain species of insects."
"But, you can heal her, right?" Chichiri sounded a little worried. Mitsukake nodded.
"Yes, but not with medicine. For this, I must use more extreme means. . ." Chichiri gave a look of understanding, and turned to the door.
"I'll keep watch to make sure the lady of the house doesn't walk in or something, ya know," he offered as he walked out the door.
Mitsukake watched him until he was out of sight, and then turned to Hikaru. He held out his right hand over Hikaru's face, his palm openly facing her. He closed his eyes, a gentle wave of powerful energy washing through his body into his open palm. A pale green symbol formed on his palm, and that energy surged from that mark into Hikaru's poisoned body. The stinger in her shoulder just seemed to fade away, as well as the wound it had left. Hikaru's sharp breaths became more even as her body recovered miraculously from the venom. The sign on his hand faded, and Mitsukake dropped it, breathing heavily. He fell on his knees, perspiration dripping down his flushed face.
"There, you should be, fine now, young one. . ." Mitsukake whispered to the sleeping Hikaru, smiling faintly as his breathing started to calm. He stood, wiping the sweat from his brow, and walked toward the door, and Chichiri met him there.
"So, how is she?"
"She'll be just fine now," Mitsukake answered. Chichiri scratched the back of his head gingerly, looking down.
"We have to get her back to her group, ya know," he said, keeping his gaze to the ground. "They'll be getting worried."
"How do you know who she is with?" Mitsukake inquired, raising a brow.
"I've been following them for awhile, ya know. They've started searching for the seven Suzaku warriors," Mitsukake's eyes widened, and Chichiri continued, "Will you come?" Mitsukake seemed reluctant a moment, gazing at his hands. He clenched them slowly, and nodded his head.
"Yes. I have faithfully awaited this day when my destiny would be revealed. At first I was afraid, of failure and loss. . .but now, I understand that I was blessed with these powers for a reason. So my friend, I will join you," he declared. Chichiri grinned, patting his friend's shoulder.
"Great. We'll leave as soon as you're ready." Mitsukake nodded.
"Of course. I'll be ready once I check on the young woman's husband. Then let our journey begin," he grinned, and walked past Chichiri, heading into the lady's bedroom to check on her husband.
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Hotohori paced worriedly back and forth; it had been over four hours since Hikaru left, and he was restless. Many times he'd considered going after her to see if she was all right, but then he remembered her words:
**He looked down at her inquiringly, looking at their intertwined pinky fingers. Hikaru noticed his confused expression, and smiled up at him. "Where I come from, this is a symbol of a promise. I do this because I'm telling you I won't break my promise. Do you believe me, Hotohori?"
He looked down at their hands again, then up to her face. "Of course, Hikaru. . ."**
He sighed, feeling guilty every time he considered following her. He told her he believed her, and she did make a promise to come back. He did believe her, but his worry brought a heavy weight upon his shoulders. Ever since he was a child, he'd swear to Suzaku every night before going to sleep that he'd protect the Priestess of Suzaku until his very last breath, and he vowed to keep that promise. Meanwhile, Nuriko had been staring into the flames of the fire they had set up just hours before. Every once in awhile, she glanced away to Hotohori, and every time he was pacing. This irritated her more than anything else.
"Don't worry your highness, your princess on her noble steed will return to you soon," Nuriko said hotly, keeping her back to him. Hotohori jumped slightly, astonished Nuriko had said anything at all, since she'd been so silent the past few hours. She hadn't said a word since Hikaru left, and he knew he'd hurt her somehow. Deciding he had enough pacing, he took a seat next to Nuriko, who only angled herself away from him. Hotohori frowned, and eyed the fire. Soft wisps of silver fell over his eyes, and he gently pushed them aside.
"Nuriko, I. . ." but before he could get much farther, Nuriko interrupted.
"No, your highness, don't apologize. Don't say anything at all. You shouldn't have to converse with a lowly commoner such as me," she paused, and then added, "despite my breathtaking beauty." Normally Hotohori would have laughed at that, but her words stung him so badly he had to clutch the fabric near his chest. His heart was sore with a burning sensation, and he became so angry with himself. Gingerly, he placed a hand on Nuriko's shoulder, and as he expected she pulled away from his touch.
"I don't want you to hate me, Nuriko," he said softly to her backside. Nuriko shrugged slightly.
"I can't hate my emperor," she replied flatly. Hotohori flinched at her tone.
"That's not what I mean, Nuriko. I don't want you to hate me. Hotohori. Either way, you have no obligation to like me at all, emperor or not. But, as a human being, as the man you see. . ." he stopped, and realized what he said wouldn't make sense in his current position. So, he got up and walked in front of Nuriko, grabbing her shoulders to prevent her from turning away from him, and continued, "As the man you see before you, I'm asking for your friendship. . .I don't want things between us to be cold. Please, give me this chance, Nuriko," he pleaded, staring deep into Nuriko's eyes. Although Nuriko avoided eye contact with him as much as possible; her eyes darted all around, everywhere but his gaze.
"I. . ." that was all Nuriko could say; words just wouldn't form. Moments passed and Hotohori never tore his gaze from Nuriko. He didn't plan to remove himself until she answered him. "Y-your Highness-" Nuriko started again, but before she could go on the clattering of hooves rang throughout the trees. Both of them jumped up from their positions, and Nuriko distinctly knew what it was. "Bandits. . ."
"What do we do?" Hotohori asked, frantically putting out the fire with dirt.
"We have to hide. We can't do anything because we need to make sure this man stays safe," Nuriko replied, carefully and quickly picking up the man, "or else there would be some major butt kicking going on," she whispered to herself as she searched around for a place to hide. Glancing up, she grinned.
She turned to face Hotohori. "I hope you don't mind climbing, Sire," and with that, Nuriko turned back around and headed toward a large tree. Nuriko bent her knees, and hurled herself upward, landing on the lowest branch. She shifted the man's position so to hold him over her shoulder, and climbed up a few more branches.
Finally they'd reached a rather wide branch slightly indented toward the center of the tree. Nuriko slowly slid over to it, and laid the man gently in the indent. He fit snuggly inside. Nuriko looked down and found Hotohori attempting to climb up, but he only slid right back down the trunk of the tree. Nuriko smiled adoringly, watching him. 'He's so adorable.' she jumped down to the lowest branch, holding tightly to the limb with one hand and reaching out for him with the other. "Take my hand, your Highness!" Nuriko cried, reaching as low as she could.
Hotohori looked up to Nuriko thankfully, reaching up to grasp her hand, but their hands couldn't quite reach. They both stretched to their limits, but weren't able to even get close.
"Highness, jump as high as you can and grab my hand again!" Nuriko hissed loudly, not wanting to make more noise than needed. The bandits were nearing with each passing second. Hotohori complied, and jumped, but they were barely able to brush fingers.
"Try climbing again!" Nuriko suggested, sweat starting to pour down the sides of her face. He nodded and latched onto the trunk, and slowly pulled himself upward. He'd gotten a few feet when he felt himself about to slip. As well, the bandits were coming into view. He didn't have time to try again; this was it. Nuriko leaned a little lower, and Hotohori drew in a deep breath. Now or never. He swiftly shot his hand up and caught Nuriko's before he would have fallen. Nuriko hoisted him up, both relaxing to catch their breaths. "That was way too close for comfort," Nuriko said, panting. Silence came from Hotohori. "Is something wrong?"
"Nuriko. . .look," he said, pointing to the man. Nuriko glanced over, and saw the man writhing in pain. He trembled; sweat spilling from his brow, and his teeth were tightly clenched as he moaned softly. But what them gasp was the gradually growing scarlet light emitting from his forehead. They both curiously took a place next to him, watching as his breathing became labored and his groaning becoming louder. His hands clutched his chest, and without warning he cried out in agony, the glowing mark on his forehead clearly visible and lighting the entire forest. His piercing screams grew louder with every convulsion of his body. He tore at his clothing, shredding the fabric at his chest. Hotohori and Nuriko didn't know what to do.
"Nuriko, hold him!" Hotohori ordered abruptly. Nuriko heeded his command and jumped over to place himself above the man's head, and grasped his forearms to hold him down. The symbol on his forehead flashed, and suddenly the air around them became still. The man panted softly, the perspiration soaking his matted hair and neck. Nuriko gently released his arms, leaning back against the tree. "Intense. . ."
"Our problems are not over yet," Hotohori stated matter-of-factly. The returning sound of hooves thundering on the ground below them announced what he was referring to.
"Great, all of that work for nothing!" Nuriko complained, hopping down a branch. "Sire, stay here where it's safe."
"No, I will not let you go alone, it's much too dangerous," Hotohori responded as he climbed down to the branch Nuriko was currently perched on.
"But without your sword you're-- you're vulnerable!" Nuriko countered, careful with her choice of words. Hotohori glared at her with aggravated fury.
"The blade is my strength, yes, but without it I am not hopeless. I will NOT let you go alone," he said firmly. Nuriko was left with no more room to protest. So she sighed and leapt down onto the ground, breaking straight into a stance. Hotohori jumped beside Nuriko, holding his arms in front of him in a defensive position. As to be expected, they both were confronted with a semi-circle of bandits, most grinning with swords in their hands. Words weren't needed at this point. Nuriko charged, bowling between two horses, startling the beasts so they knocked their riders off of their backs. Nuriko skidded to a stop, twisting her body and pivoting on her toes. Her feet scraping against the dirt before taking off she charged again, barreling over the two bandits who had just stood up. The two were knocked unconscious from Nuriko's force, and Nuriko piled them on top of each other, smirking.
"Anyone else?" The mouths of the bandits became agape as they stared at their comrades on the ground. After a moment they looked at each other, and suddenly rushed to attack Hotohori.
"Get the pretty boy over there! Stay away from the psycho chick unless ya wanna end up like those two!" one of them ordered, retrieving an arrow from the quiver and preparing to open fire. Other bandits, armed with swords and clubs, wildly tried to clobber Hotohori. Hotohori's great agility enabled him to avoid every swing with ease. However, he wasn't paying enough attention. . .
He turned his back to the man with the bow and arrow, leaving him vulnerable and a perfect target. He prepared his arrow, pulling it back and held his position; he would wait for the perfect moment. He closed one eye, finally acquiring perfect aim: right to the center of Hotohori's back.
Without taking anymore time he fired, and it seemed to be staying right on target, but to his dismay it was Hotohori who moved out of the path. Hotohori had leaned only slightly over to one side, but it was enough. Instead of the center of his back, the arrow penetrated his left shoulder. He wailed, hunching over and holding his shoulder as if it would help the pain to cease. Though it was not the intended area, the bandit was proud of himself for at least hitting him. Nuriko just finished piling a few more bandits she happened to catch when she heard Hotohori's cries. She turned to see the arrow in his shoulder, and gasped. Rage burned in her eyes as she slowly and coyly walked toward the celebrating bandits. "How dare you. . .how DARE YOU!" Nuriko's words blazed like hellfire as she pummeled the trio of bandits before they even knew they were being pursued. These three had the worst beating out of all of them.
When Nuriko had finished with them, they lay bloody and limp on the ground, twitching every so often. Nuriko scoffed, kicking one of them for the final time and raced over to the injured Hotohori, tears stinging her eyes. "Sire, are you alright?"
"Yes, Nuriko. . .it isn't that bad," Hotohori claimed, wincing as Nuriko helped him to his feet.
"I don't believe a word of that." Nuriko picked Hotohori up, of course she wouldn't have done were anything but a critical situation. "Great, now I got two men to take care of!" Hotohori didn't complain, so Nuriko rose and headed to the tree they were staying in, taking a flying leap into it, landing on the branch where the man slept. He looked peaceful for once. Nuriko sat Hotohori down on the branch, sitting on his left so to examine his arm.
"Forgive me if this hurts, Sire, but I have to get this arrow out," Nuriko said, clutching the small wooden arrow. Hotohori quivered slightly, but didn't protest. He was an emperor, after all. He could bear it, right? "Maybe you'll feel better if you close your eyes?" Nuriko suggested, slightly tugging the arrow. Hotohori did just that, and in a matter of seconds the arrow was wrenched out. However, those seconds were the most excruciatingly seconds Hotohori had ever had to bear in his life. He started to cry, but not hysterically; it really did hurt him. Nuriko felt terrible, so she quickly finished bandaging him up with another torn piece of her dress. Tears were still slipping down Hotohori's pale cheeks, and it caused Nuriko to start crying as well.
"I'm sorry Nuriko. . .I am grateful that you helped me. . .and you may hate me for saying this, but. . .oh, I miss Hikaru. . .!" Hotohori buried his face in his hands in shame; soft fits of sobs racking his fragile body. Nuriko gently pulled him to her, embracing him like a mother to her son.
And they both wept in each other's arms.
~*~*~*~
Note: I decided to put a key, just in case. ^-^;
Key:
"" - Talking
**** - Flashback
'' - Thoughts
Umi awoke during the night; it must have been in the morning hours at least. She sat up, stretching her arms out, and crumpled over in pain. It seems she was so curled up her muscles cramped. Sighing, she massaged her aching shoulders, then her arms. After feeling she was well enough to stand, she got up and walked over to the barred door of her cell, grasping the cold metal and glancing around. She winced when she was finally able to see the kind of people who were here: most elderly, their clothing tattered and torn, and completely filthy. Most slumped against the wall, staring longingly beyond the bars of their prison, as if seeing some Utopia beyond the barrier withholding them. Umi was horrified to see even young children, scared and alone, huddling against the corner of their cells. What was worse was most of them looked as if they had been recently beaten. Tears spilled down the sapphire haired beauty's pastel cheeks; the sight was unbelievable.
Suddenly, Umi heard commotion coming from one side of the dungeon. She turned and tried to look down the pathway, and saw elderly and children alike doing the same as she, trying to see someone coming. They all seemed delighted that whoever it was, was here.
'If it's Nakago, what do they have to be excited about?' she thought to herself, shuddering at the thought of that man. He was totally creepy. And not to mention rude. Before she could get a chance to see who it was, a beautiful, upbeat tune started to fill the room. The children danced around, giggling and laughing to the melody, and even the older people clapped and smiled. Umi was in awe to see their smiling faces, when only seconds ago they seemed to be so depressed and in pain. . .
The tune got a little louder, and she finally saw who was making the music. It was a teenage boy, about Umi's height, with dirty blonde hair, and a sapphire band around his forehead. He wore an indigo tunic, and pants matching the color of his band. His golden flute continued to send out a captivating harmony, and even Umi felt herself move to the sweet rhythm. Moments later, he stopped, and the children and elderly clapped and cheered for him. He gave a humble bow to the opposite side of Umi, and then turned to face her side. Briefly, they met eye to eye, and he smiled, giving his bow. He chuckled lightly as he turned to the cell beside Umi's, and waved to the small children that were there. He then turned his attention back to Umi, who in turn smiled, and spoke.
"Your music is beautiful. You are a very talented musician," Umi complimented, grasping the bars of her cell. The boy's cheeks tinted a light scarlet.
"Thank you. I love music, especially when it makes people such as these happy," he replied, gesturing to all the children's smiling faces. "I hate to see them like this. . .if I had the power, I would set everyone here free."
"That's very noble of you." Umi shifted her gaze to the ground, frowning. The boy's smile also fell, and he looked concerned.
"I'm sorry, I really wish there was more I could do. But I don't have enough power, not in this place," he apologized with the utmost sincerity. Umi looked up at him and weakly smiled again.
"Hey, it's not your fault. In fact, what you're doing now is a lot more than you think. You can get these people to smile, even though they realize they are on death row. You keep their spirits up, and that's all they could ask for," she said, and his face brightened.
"Thank you. . .again." Suddenly, a bang was heard down the hall. "Uh oh, I'd better go," he said before taking off down the hall.
"Wait!" Umi called after him, "What's your name?" He stopped briefly, and turned back her way.
"Call me Amiboshi! How about you?" he called back.
"My name is Umi Ryuuzaki! But just call me Umi!" He smiled and nodded before taking off again, disappearing from sight. Umi sighed, slumping up against the wall, sliding down until her bottom hit the ground. "Great, I finally meet someone who's actually worth meeting and he can't even stick around. . ."
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Pain coursed throughout Hikaru's body as the needle dug into her flesh, though it was brief. Even as she fell her body became numb, and she hit the ground with a thud. The sudden impact on the ground knocked her unconscious. The man cackled under his breath as he approached Hikaru's limp form, and from a belt beneath his cloak he pulled a small dagger.
"Too bad, I really hate to kill a little girl like you, but a job's a job," he said as he knelt by her body and raised the dagger over his head. Before he was even able to bring it down, a hand grasped his wrist tightly. He gasped, looking behind him to see whom it was, but instead was meet with an elbow to the face. He fell next to Hikaru's body, howling as he held his face. Seconds later he sat up, looking around angrily for his attacker. When he looked next to him, however, he found that Hikaru was gone. He jumped to his feet, and saw before him someone carrying Hikaru's body. The man growled and yelled to the stranger.
"Who are you? What business do you have here?" he demanded. The stranger shrugged.
"I don't think you realize the importance of this girl, ya know," a male voice responded. This made the man even more heated.
"Of course I know her importance! That's why I'm trying to kill her!"
"You misunderstand. She's important; therefore I have to stop you FROM killing her. That's how it works, ya know." The man clenched his fists, and whistled. A horde of insects came to his aid, and with a wave of his hand the bugs were off. The stranger placed Hikaru over his shoulder, and in one hand a staff appeared. He whirled it around as the insects mercilessly attacked, and they were all sent back, some even falling to the ground dead. The remaining swarm went in again, and the stranger mumbled something, generating a shield. The instant the bugs touched the barrier, they fried and fell to the ground. The shield faded, and the stranger set Hikaru down. He approached the man slowly, the man falling back in fear.
"Please, please don't hurt me. . .I was only following orders, I just needed to have some money.!" the man pleaded, scooting back with each step the stranger took. Finally the man's back hit against a tree; he had nowhere else to go.
"Sorry about this, ya know," the stranger apologized, and waved his staff into the man's face. The man held his face in agony, and a split second later the stranger chopped at his neck with his hand, causing the man to fall unconscious. The stranger looked down, and then walked back to Hikaru, picking her up. "It's about time we get you to a doctor." With that, he began down the path toward the next town.
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The stranger arrived in the village sometime before dawn. Very few people were out; only some merchants who wanted to get an early start setting up shop. Or those who had just come from a tavern, completely drunk, and heading toward where at least they thought was home; that is until they passed out. The stranger sneered at them, and continued on his way, carrying Hikaru gently in his arms. He looked left and right, trying to figure something out. As luck would have it, what he was looking for just exited a house. A middle-aged man stood at the threshold of a tiny home, speaking with a young woman. He bowed his head, and the woman did the same, and he walked away from the house. The stranger smiled, and walked up to the man, who didn't seem to notice him yet.
"It's been awhile, ya know," the stranger said, and the man looked up to see who was speaking. His eyes widened in surprise at who it was.
"It can't be. . .Chichiri, is that really you?" the man asked, and the stranger nodded.
"It's nice to see you again, Mitsukake," Chichiri replied, adjusting Hikaru's body in his arms. Mitsukake smiled at his old friend, seeing his features hadn't changed a bit. His pale blue hair was cut short, save for the long tuft of bangs positioned in an upward position. He wore an ever- smiling face, one that made Mistukake frown inwardly. He wore it for a reason. Chichiri's ensemble consisted of a white chemise with a blue shawl tied over one shoulder, and olive pants. He saw Chichiri adjust someone in his arms once again. And that's when Mitsukake finally noticed her. He studied her a second, then looked back up to Chichiri's face.
"This girl. . .what has happened to her?" he asked, taking a step forward to observe her more closely.
"She had an encounter with an assassin, no doubt from Kutou. He was a master of insects, and used one of them against her. I think she may have been poisoned, ya know," he told him, gesturing to Hikaru's shoulder. Mitsukake turned his attention to her shoulder, and saw the stinger pierced in her skin. His eyes widened slightly in shock. As he opened his mouth to speak, a young woman came running up to Mitsukake, tugging the sleeve of his yellow tunic. He glanced over to her, seeing she was in tears.
"Please doctor, you must look at my husband! He is in great pain! Please, I beg you!" she cried, pulling him toward her home. Mitsukake turned to look at Chichiri. Chichiri nodded, knowing his duty. Mitsukake smiled, and motioned for Chichiri to follow, and he complied, walking with Hikaru still in his arms.
The walked up to a small house just opposite a strip of merchants, and the entire party walked inside. Mitsukake looked to the woman apologetically.
"I hope you don't mind me bringing my friend with. He also has an injured girl for me to look at." The woman nodded.
"Of course, I don't mind at all, just please take a look at my husband!" Mitsukake put a comforting hand on her shoulder, noting her trembling form.
"I promise, but please, allow me to examine this young woman," he said, gesturing to Hikaru in Chichiri's arms, "for I believe she's been poisoned. If that is so, I must treat her immediately." The woman looked hesitant, but nodded, and motioned for them bring her into a small room. The three of them walked into the room, undoubtedly a guest room, and Chichiri lay Hikaru down on the bed.
"Here you are, doctor. Until you're finished, I'll go check on my husband," the woman said, walking out of the room swiftly. Mitsukake wasted no time in checking out her wound. After a few brief moments, he sighed loudly.
"Did you figure it out?" Chichiri asked, his smiling face even now showing concern. Mitsukake stood.
"Yes. She is indeed poisoned. It is deadly if it should have the time to settle in her blood," he said sadly.
"Do you know what it is?"
"Yes, it's called the Kikyouto Venom, a very rare poison found in only certain species of insects."
"But, you can heal her, right?" Chichiri sounded a little worried. Mitsukake nodded.
"Yes, but not with medicine. For this, I must use more extreme means. . ." Chichiri gave a look of understanding, and turned to the door.
"I'll keep watch to make sure the lady of the house doesn't walk in or something, ya know," he offered as he walked out the door.
Mitsukake watched him until he was out of sight, and then turned to Hikaru. He held out his right hand over Hikaru's face, his palm openly facing her. He closed his eyes, a gentle wave of powerful energy washing through his body into his open palm. A pale green symbol formed on his palm, and that energy surged from that mark into Hikaru's poisoned body. The stinger in her shoulder just seemed to fade away, as well as the wound it had left. Hikaru's sharp breaths became more even as her body recovered miraculously from the venom. The sign on his hand faded, and Mitsukake dropped it, breathing heavily. He fell on his knees, perspiration dripping down his flushed face.
"There, you should be, fine now, young one. . ." Mitsukake whispered to the sleeping Hikaru, smiling faintly as his breathing started to calm. He stood, wiping the sweat from his brow, and walked toward the door, and Chichiri met him there.
"So, how is she?"
"She'll be just fine now," Mitsukake answered. Chichiri scratched the back of his head gingerly, looking down.
"We have to get her back to her group, ya know," he said, keeping his gaze to the ground. "They'll be getting worried."
"How do you know who she is with?" Mitsukake inquired, raising a brow.
"I've been following them for awhile, ya know. They've started searching for the seven Suzaku warriors," Mitsukake's eyes widened, and Chichiri continued, "Will you come?" Mitsukake seemed reluctant a moment, gazing at his hands. He clenched them slowly, and nodded his head.
"Yes. I have faithfully awaited this day when my destiny would be revealed. At first I was afraid, of failure and loss. . .but now, I understand that I was blessed with these powers for a reason. So my friend, I will join you," he declared. Chichiri grinned, patting his friend's shoulder.
"Great. We'll leave as soon as you're ready." Mitsukake nodded.
"Of course. I'll be ready once I check on the young woman's husband. Then let our journey begin," he grinned, and walked past Chichiri, heading into the lady's bedroom to check on her husband.
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Hotohori paced worriedly back and forth; it had been over four hours since Hikaru left, and he was restless. Many times he'd considered going after her to see if she was all right, but then he remembered her words:
**He looked down at her inquiringly, looking at their intertwined pinky fingers. Hikaru noticed his confused expression, and smiled up at him. "Where I come from, this is a symbol of a promise. I do this because I'm telling you I won't break my promise. Do you believe me, Hotohori?"
He looked down at their hands again, then up to her face. "Of course, Hikaru. . ."**
He sighed, feeling guilty every time he considered following her. He told her he believed her, and she did make a promise to come back. He did believe her, but his worry brought a heavy weight upon his shoulders. Ever since he was a child, he'd swear to Suzaku every night before going to sleep that he'd protect the Priestess of Suzaku until his very last breath, and he vowed to keep that promise. Meanwhile, Nuriko had been staring into the flames of the fire they had set up just hours before. Every once in awhile, she glanced away to Hotohori, and every time he was pacing. This irritated her more than anything else.
"Don't worry your highness, your princess on her noble steed will return to you soon," Nuriko said hotly, keeping her back to him. Hotohori jumped slightly, astonished Nuriko had said anything at all, since she'd been so silent the past few hours. She hadn't said a word since Hikaru left, and he knew he'd hurt her somehow. Deciding he had enough pacing, he took a seat next to Nuriko, who only angled herself away from him. Hotohori frowned, and eyed the fire. Soft wisps of silver fell over his eyes, and he gently pushed them aside.
"Nuriko, I. . ." but before he could get much farther, Nuriko interrupted.
"No, your highness, don't apologize. Don't say anything at all. You shouldn't have to converse with a lowly commoner such as me," she paused, and then added, "despite my breathtaking beauty." Normally Hotohori would have laughed at that, but her words stung him so badly he had to clutch the fabric near his chest. His heart was sore with a burning sensation, and he became so angry with himself. Gingerly, he placed a hand on Nuriko's shoulder, and as he expected she pulled away from his touch.
"I don't want you to hate me, Nuriko," he said softly to her backside. Nuriko shrugged slightly.
"I can't hate my emperor," she replied flatly. Hotohori flinched at her tone.
"That's not what I mean, Nuriko. I don't want you to hate me. Hotohori. Either way, you have no obligation to like me at all, emperor or not. But, as a human being, as the man you see. . ." he stopped, and realized what he said wouldn't make sense in his current position. So, he got up and walked in front of Nuriko, grabbing her shoulders to prevent her from turning away from him, and continued, "As the man you see before you, I'm asking for your friendship. . .I don't want things between us to be cold. Please, give me this chance, Nuriko," he pleaded, staring deep into Nuriko's eyes. Although Nuriko avoided eye contact with him as much as possible; her eyes darted all around, everywhere but his gaze.
"I. . ." that was all Nuriko could say; words just wouldn't form. Moments passed and Hotohori never tore his gaze from Nuriko. He didn't plan to remove himself until she answered him. "Y-your Highness-" Nuriko started again, but before she could go on the clattering of hooves rang throughout the trees. Both of them jumped up from their positions, and Nuriko distinctly knew what it was. "Bandits. . ."
"What do we do?" Hotohori asked, frantically putting out the fire with dirt.
"We have to hide. We can't do anything because we need to make sure this man stays safe," Nuriko replied, carefully and quickly picking up the man, "or else there would be some major butt kicking going on," she whispered to herself as she searched around for a place to hide. Glancing up, she grinned.
She turned to face Hotohori. "I hope you don't mind climbing, Sire," and with that, Nuriko turned back around and headed toward a large tree. Nuriko bent her knees, and hurled herself upward, landing on the lowest branch. She shifted the man's position so to hold him over her shoulder, and climbed up a few more branches.
Finally they'd reached a rather wide branch slightly indented toward the center of the tree. Nuriko slowly slid over to it, and laid the man gently in the indent. He fit snuggly inside. Nuriko looked down and found Hotohori attempting to climb up, but he only slid right back down the trunk of the tree. Nuriko smiled adoringly, watching him. 'He's so adorable.' she jumped down to the lowest branch, holding tightly to the limb with one hand and reaching out for him with the other. "Take my hand, your Highness!" Nuriko cried, reaching as low as she could.
Hotohori looked up to Nuriko thankfully, reaching up to grasp her hand, but their hands couldn't quite reach. They both stretched to their limits, but weren't able to even get close.
"Highness, jump as high as you can and grab my hand again!" Nuriko hissed loudly, not wanting to make more noise than needed. The bandits were nearing with each passing second. Hotohori complied, and jumped, but they were barely able to brush fingers.
"Try climbing again!" Nuriko suggested, sweat starting to pour down the sides of her face. He nodded and latched onto the trunk, and slowly pulled himself upward. He'd gotten a few feet when he felt himself about to slip. As well, the bandits were coming into view. He didn't have time to try again; this was it. Nuriko leaned a little lower, and Hotohori drew in a deep breath. Now or never. He swiftly shot his hand up and caught Nuriko's before he would have fallen. Nuriko hoisted him up, both relaxing to catch their breaths. "That was way too close for comfort," Nuriko said, panting. Silence came from Hotohori. "Is something wrong?"
"Nuriko. . .look," he said, pointing to the man. Nuriko glanced over, and saw the man writhing in pain. He trembled; sweat spilling from his brow, and his teeth were tightly clenched as he moaned softly. But what them gasp was the gradually growing scarlet light emitting from his forehead. They both curiously took a place next to him, watching as his breathing became labored and his groaning becoming louder. His hands clutched his chest, and without warning he cried out in agony, the glowing mark on his forehead clearly visible and lighting the entire forest. His piercing screams grew louder with every convulsion of his body. He tore at his clothing, shredding the fabric at his chest. Hotohori and Nuriko didn't know what to do.
"Nuriko, hold him!" Hotohori ordered abruptly. Nuriko heeded his command and jumped over to place himself above the man's head, and grasped his forearms to hold him down. The symbol on his forehead flashed, and suddenly the air around them became still. The man panted softly, the perspiration soaking his matted hair and neck. Nuriko gently released his arms, leaning back against the tree. "Intense. . ."
"Our problems are not over yet," Hotohori stated matter-of-factly. The returning sound of hooves thundering on the ground below them announced what he was referring to.
"Great, all of that work for nothing!" Nuriko complained, hopping down a branch. "Sire, stay here where it's safe."
"No, I will not let you go alone, it's much too dangerous," Hotohori responded as he climbed down to the branch Nuriko was currently perched on.
"But without your sword you're-- you're vulnerable!" Nuriko countered, careful with her choice of words. Hotohori glared at her with aggravated fury.
"The blade is my strength, yes, but without it I am not hopeless. I will NOT let you go alone," he said firmly. Nuriko was left with no more room to protest. So she sighed and leapt down onto the ground, breaking straight into a stance. Hotohori jumped beside Nuriko, holding his arms in front of him in a defensive position. As to be expected, they both were confronted with a semi-circle of bandits, most grinning with swords in their hands. Words weren't needed at this point. Nuriko charged, bowling between two horses, startling the beasts so they knocked their riders off of their backs. Nuriko skidded to a stop, twisting her body and pivoting on her toes. Her feet scraping against the dirt before taking off she charged again, barreling over the two bandits who had just stood up. The two were knocked unconscious from Nuriko's force, and Nuriko piled them on top of each other, smirking.
"Anyone else?" The mouths of the bandits became agape as they stared at their comrades on the ground. After a moment they looked at each other, and suddenly rushed to attack Hotohori.
"Get the pretty boy over there! Stay away from the psycho chick unless ya wanna end up like those two!" one of them ordered, retrieving an arrow from the quiver and preparing to open fire. Other bandits, armed with swords and clubs, wildly tried to clobber Hotohori. Hotohori's great agility enabled him to avoid every swing with ease. However, he wasn't paying enough attention. . .
He turned his back to the man with the bow and arrow, leaving him vulnerable and a perfect target. He prepared his arrow, pulling it back and held his position; he would wait for the perfect moment. He closed one eye, finally acquiring perfect aim: right to the center of Hotohori's back.
Without taking anymore time he fired, and it seemed to be staying right on target, but to his dismay it was Hotohori who moved out of the path. Hotohori had leaned only slightly over to one side, but it was enough. Instead of the center of his back, the arrow penetrated his left shoulder. He wailed, hunching over and holding his shoulder as if it would help the pain to cease. Though it was not the intended area, the bandit was proud of himself for at least hitting him. Nuriko just finished piling a few more bandits she happened to catch when she heard Hotohori's cries. She turned to see the arrow in his shoulder, and gasped. Rage burned in her eyes as she slowly and coyly walked toward the celebrating bandits. "How dare you. . .how DARE YOU!" Nuriko's words blazed like hellfire as she pummeled the trio of bandits before they even knew they were being pursued. These three had the worst beating out of all of them.
When Nuriko had finished with them, they lay bloody and limp on the ground, twitching every so often. Nuriko scoffed, kicking one of them for the final time and raced over to the injured Hotohori, tears stinging her eyes. "Sire, are you alright?"
"Yes, Nuriko. . .it isn't that bad," Hotohori claimed, wincing as Nuriko helped him to his feet.
"I don't believe a word of that." Nuriko picked Hotohori up, of course she wouldn't have done were anything but a critical situation. "Great, now I got two men to take care of!" Hotohori didn't complain, so Nuriko rose and headed to the tree they were staying in, taking a flying leap into it, landing on the branch where the man slept. He looked peaceful for once. Nuriko sat Hotohori down on the branch, sitting on his left so to examine his arm.
"Forgive me if this hurts, Sire, but I have to get this arrow out," Nuriko said, clutching the small wooden arrow. Hotohori quivered slightly, but didn't protest. He was an emperor, after all. He could bear it, right? "Maybe you'll feel better if you close your eyes?" Nuriko suggested, slightly tugging the arrow. Hotohori did just that, and in a matter of seconds the arrow was wrenched out. However, those seconds were the most excruciatingly seconds Hotohori had ever had to bear in his life. He started to cry, but not hysterically; it really did hurt him. Nuriko felt terrible, so she quickly finished bandaging him up with another torn piece of her dress. Tears were still slipping down Hotohori's pale cheeks, and it caused Nuriko to start crying as well.
"I'm sorry Nuriko. . .I am grateful that you helped me. . .and you may hate me for saying this, but. . .oh, I miss Hikaru. . .!" Hotohori buried his face in his hands in shame; soft fits of sobs racking his fragile body. Nuriko gently pulled him to her, embracing him like a mother to her son.
And they both wept in each other's arms.
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