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-Chapter 2: The Dreams-
His first dream of this mystery girl was this girl happily playing with a few cats in the shadows of a deep lush forest beside a rushing river somewhere in the demon world of Makai. She had been laughing but her eyes still held a painful expression.
The girl had lain down on the grassy bank over looking a small water fall, watching small leaves and cherry blossoms float by. The breeze blew through the foliage causing more leaves to fall swirling and dancing in the air. Suddenly she had sat up sniffing the air "is that smoke?" she asked herself. Looking around she stood and saw smoke flowing in the sky above her. She told her companions to stay in the clearing they were playing in, until she returned.
She then took off running in the direction the smoke was coming from. As she crested a hill she stopped suddenly her eyes wide with disbelief. Her home was a shrine located in the shadow of a large mountain and it was burning. She looked around searching for her mentor the priest of the shrine. Not finding him she raced down the hill and into the burning building. She managed to enter the walls just before the doorway collapsed. "Master Tashi…Master Tashi where are you?" she shouted over the roar of the flames licking hungrily at the wooden beams. Dodging falling debris she scrambled in to the main shrine. Looking around she heard the loud groaning of the ceiling about to give way and dived as a large fiery beam fell on the place where she had stood with a splintering crash.
Staggering up again she rubbed her stinging eyes and squinted through the smoke. Coughing she covered her mouth with a hand and entered a side room. Where she stumbled over a bulky object lying on the floor. She turned to see what she tripped on and realized that it was the priest lying there. She rolled him on his back and gasped in horror when she realized that he was two pieces. Her hands covered in blood she unconsciously stepped backward in horror and bumped into something solid. She turned to look behind her but was knocked senseless before she could turn. End of first dream.
That's when he had woken up the first night. The next night he had another dream. The same girl had been sitting on the floor of a sealed room. The floor, ceiling and walls were all made of gray stone that had been cut into rectangular shapes. Some were covered with mold in places. The only entrance to the room was a wooden door reinforced with iron bars that had runes inscribed on them. The girl was staring at a tray of food and a pitcher of water. Her stomach growled loudly as she continued to stare. He could tell she hadn't eaten in days by the way her clothes fit loosely about her frame; but she didn't touch the food. She knew it was drugged, she could see it……. a greenish tint traced the bread and it rippled in the water. Some time passed. Then she stood and walked over to the tray and picked up a loaf of bread. Holding it away from her she spoke a word he had never herd before and the bread dissolved into dust. She then took the water pitcher and poured the contence into a bucket that served her as a privy by the door, and then she walked calmly over to the wall furthest from her and sat down again placing the pitcher within arms reach. End of second dream.
The next nights dream was far worse however. The same girl was lying crumpled on the floor of her dark cell as if thrown there. Kurama could see little of the room but the stretch of floor, in front of the door was lit by a crack of light seeping under the door. As his dream self (perspective) moved closer, one of her blue eyes opened slightly.
He could tell she was listening intently, as she let her eye rove the darkened room. A few minutes passed until she was convinced that she was alone. She moved her toes and fingers slightly, then her feet and hands to see if they still worked. Finally she gently rolled onto her back and lay there panting. Sitting up slowly she leaned against the cold rock wall and she looked around dizzily. One side of her face was bruised and her eye was swollen shut. There was dried blood on her face and hands. Taking deep breaths she tried to stand inching herself up the wall, leaving a line of blood on it. She leaned on the wall heavily and gripped it for support. Halfway upright she gasped in pain and doubled over swaying slightly. After a while she seemed to regain her balance, and slowly continued to rise. Finally she stood leaning her back against the wall wincing. From the dim light he could see her face was ghostly white and her mouth was set in a grim line. She spotted the table on the far side of the chamber.
Limping she made her way around the room. With each step her pain and agony was clear. Blood began to seep through her torn cloths and pool around her. Stumbling she slipped in her own blood and landed heavily on the cold stone floor. She cried out in pain when her head smacked the hard stone surface. She lay there for what seemed like hours biting her lip to prevent her from crying out in anguish. Clutching her head with one hand she pushed shakily up from the floor with the other. Her body shook so badly she couldn't rise. In the end she crawled towards the table on her stomach.
Upon reaching the table she grabbed on of its legs and pulled her self up. Her muscles screamed in protest. Using the tabled for support she reached out and griped the water pitcher tightly. With shaking hands she poured the contense over her head and used her kimonos' sleeve to wipe her face flinching when she touched her bruises. When she moved her arm he could see that her neck was also badly bruised in the shape of a hand. She was thinking:
I know what they want …… but they'll never get it…….I will never let them have it.
"I'll never give it up you bastards!!!!" she shouted at the door.
As her voice faded she could hear foot steps over the echo's, coming down the hall outside. She scrambled backwards to the wall behind her, as the door opened and light shone through. Swaying she hurled the pitcher at the silhouette in the doorway and smashed it into its face. End of the third dream.
The dream that had woken him up tonight had been the worst by far. The girl was in a new cell this time. It was much larger than the other and a torch burned in a bracket on the far side of the room casting eerie shadows over the rest of the walls. She was chained. The chains hung down from the clinging the middle of the cell. They had strange symbols on them that shone green. The chains weren't low enough so she had to stand on her tiptoes and stretch her arms up in order to take her weight off her shoulders. Her outer kimono had been yanked off her shoulders and down to her hips. Reavealing a blood stained inner kimono, that had been designed for someone with more body to cover.
Her ankles were also fastened together and were held there by another large chain laced through a u shaped link that pertruted from the floor. A door opened behind her and two black robed figures swept into the room. The girl tried to shift her body so she could see them but the bindings prevented much movement. One of the figures spoke. "Our master has instructed us to show you his appreciation, for the wound you inflected on him yesterday." "Well, you can tell him to do his worst because I don't give a flying fuck what he does to me, I still won't give him what he wants." She replied in a mocking tone.
The figure who had spoken nodded to his companion who took out a knife and advanced on her. Hearing the knife freed from its sheath she began to struggle, pulling at the manacles that held her wrists drawing blood as she tried to fit her hands through the much too tight cuffs. However instead of stabbing her in the back he grabbed her inner kimono and cut down the middle to the small of her back and ripped it open to reveal a bare and well toned back. He backed away and the figure who had spoken took out a whip that was hidden in the folds of his robe and laced it out. "Our master has sentenced you to 250 lashes for your disrespect and why don't we make it an even 300 for your earlier cheek. The whip laced out cutting in to her back leaving a shallow welt across her it. The whip laced out again as she arched her back in pain but she did not cry out. It seemed like hours passed as the strokes rose and fell. Blood drenched her kimono and hackama and pooled around her feet. Finally she slumped in her chains as the strokes continued to fall, he could see her eyes filled with pain as they closed and she slipped into an unconscious state. When he had awakened the pain in her eyes still haunted him.