Kaoru on Call
Chapter Seven: Showdown
-Note to Reviewers- Ok, people. Here we are; the first battle sequence of Kaoru on Call. I must warn you, however, battles aren't exactly in my range, but I will try my best!
-Updates- I will have a new InuYasha story called Looking Through Your Eyes coming soon, plus Heaven Sent will be coming back on October 8th. See ya then!
She couldn't breathe.
She couldn't speak.
All Kaoru managed to do was pull the katana from the sash of the hakama and get into her stance. The black clad warrior turned to her, the dark eyes the only part of the face visible under the helmet. He allowed Yahiko to fall from his shoulder, and he went for his own weapon.
"I see you have finally discovered this family's secret, Kamiya."
Kaoru tightened her unfamiliar grip on the sword's hilt, her next words laced with anger.
"There are no secrets to this family. Now you will pay for taking Yahiko from me!"
She charged forward, the blade reflecting the flames from the torches like a mirror, the call of the warrior sounding in her ears like a siren.
The black armored person avoided her attack easy and lashed out at her. Kaoru barely dodged the blow in time for it to make a neat cut in the cloth of the gi.
"With moves like that, you will never get a hit off me." The dark man chided, lashing out continuously with his sword.
Kaoru dodged the first blow, the second, then a third, but the fourth sliced into the soft flesh of her thigh. Gritting her teeth, she lunged forward and once again missed.
White and red blurred with black and silver as the two warriors clashed, their swords humming and singing death's eerie nocturne. Blood poured from the wound on Kaoru's thigh, making a small puddle on the floor. She lost her footing on the slippery tiles, and the man's blows didn't stop. More and more cuts appeared on Kaoru's body, until her blade stopped the assault.
The samurai stared in horror as Kaoru stood up, blood coursing down her face, arms, and dripped from her cut up fingers, still tightly gripped on the sword. The indigo ribbon that held her dark hair secure came undone in two neat pieces and slowly glided to the floor. There was a fire in her eyes that frightened the black and silvered armored man before her...
It was the fire of a true Samurai.
The katana in her hand suddenly felt as if it was her best friend, and when she took it and moved into an unfamiliar stance to her body, but strangely familiar to her soul, it moved to it's position by her side as if it was controlling itself.
'I notice this stance...' The samurai thought, watching for any sign of movement from Kaoru.
'Her family's own stance...A fighting style supposedly no one could master except for by that family's blood line...'
Kaoru's smile became sinister, and almost evil looking. Her eyes had lost all traces of showing the slightest amount of mercy.
"I can see your mother in every detail of your body, Kamiya. The same woman who defeated me in battle during the Bakumatsu."
The katana's blade slowly peaked over the edge of the sheath, the man's dark eyes watching as his death was guaranteed from the whole twenty nine inches that rose into the air.
"She was an amazing woman. The only daughter of one of the strongest Samurai families in Japan during the Tokugawa Shogunate...Ukokia Nijoymo."
Kaoru stopped, finally coming to her senses after the sound of the all too familiar name.
"Did you say...Nijoymo?"
"Smart little slip of a thing, aren't you? Yes, I said that. Aikoku and Ukokia were sisters of the Bakumatsu. Their mother favored your mother over Aikoku and allowed her to train in Bushido, which caused her to create the sword style Dance of Death."
The assistant master sunk to her knees, her confusing reality weighing on her shoulder like a lead brick. She finally stood up and grabbed her weapon again.
"I don't care about the past! All I care about is getting Yahiko back and going home!"
Both fighters stopped at the sounds of footsteps coming down the staircase. Four people appeared at the bottom; Aikoku, Yamanote, Kasumi, and another woman Kaoru didn't recognize.
"Shimushi, how could you not invite us down for the fight?" The strange woman purred, gliding over to him in a kimono far more elegant than any Aikoku could over hope to have.
Aikoku chuckled and walked over to stand in front of Kaoru.
"Dear child, are you not going to properly greet your mother?"
Blue meet blue, and Kaoru froze.
Fierce eyes, perfect features, and the aura of a warrior. With ebony hair that kissed the floor when she walked, the woman that Aikoku stated was Kaoru's mother was indeed the spitting image of an elder Kaoru. The kimono was of black, purple, silver, and bright green silk. It wasn't held together by a traditional obi, but by a large dragon made from silver with sapphires for eyes.
"So this is the girl I bore from the Imperialist?" The woman stepped forward, towering several inches above Kaoru and Aikoku.
"Yes, Ukokia. We managed to lure her here with your son as bait. She seems to believe his name is Yahiko Myojin."
Her mother laughed, a sickening sound to Kaoru's ears.
"That prostitute he called a mother all these years gave him that weak name. His father stands before us now!"
Shimushi removed his helmet, and Kaoru's lungs tightened. It was an image of Yahiko, through and through. From the spiky tendrils of hair to the arrogant air about him, this man was definitely Yahiko's sire. Kaoru turned to him furious.
"You lied to me! You said my mother defeated you in battle!" "Oh, but she did. But she took appreciation in my skills and devoted herself to me. And we produced that runt lying on the floor who should have been a proud Samurai like his parents."
Ukokia stepped forward and threw open her kimono to reveal armor the colors of phoenix plumage. Bright gold and radiant crimson reflecting the light from the torches as she drew a masamune and held it above Yahiko.
"Kaoru, watch now as I take your half brother's life! Watch as I repent for my mistake!"
The sword's tip hovered above Yahiko's head, and Kaoru froze as the blade plummeted down ward.
But something stopped the large blade from plunging into yahiko's skull. Okokia turned and saw Kaoru blocking the masamune, and her eyes were burning brightly...
Burning with the rage of a Battousai.
END- Ooh...Cliffy! WOW! Is this a crazy family or what?! see ya next chapter!