Fate and Wishes

Chapter 3: Kael

The telephone rang as soon as Tsubasa unlocked the door.

Tsubasa threw down his bag and reached the phone, who the hell would be calling? He didn't tell anyone his number yet.

"Moshi, moshi?"

"Tsubasa?"

Tsubasa couldn't believe his ears, "Mizuki!"

"It's father." Mizuki Shiroi said, gritting his teeth on the other end of the line.

"Oh, right, sorry, otou-san." Tsubasa forced all the sarcasm onto the last word.

"Forget it. How are you?" Mizuki asked.

"Horrible." Tsubasa rolled his eyes and then clamped the phone between his shoulder and then started fixing himself a ramen,

"I would appreciate it if you could show me some civility."

Civility. Tsubasa grinned to himself, considering the lesson he just had about certain words.

"What are you doing?" Mizuki asked as Tsubasa flipped on the television and he fell onto his beanbag.

"Oh please, Mizuki, get to the fucking point, unless I'm much mistaken you don't call to see if I'm having a fun party with my imaginary friends and teddy bears."

"Very well, I just wanted you to see how Tokyo suited you? Is its surrounding good?"

"Yeah, perfect for your new company base." Tsubasa answered bluntly, getting his point.

Mizuki clicked off the phone. Tsubasa cut the end of his line as well. That was why Mizuki moved him here. Tsubasa scowled. Always business first. His golden rule was: Whovever had the gold, made the rules.

He got up and poured himself the ramen.

Suddenly he smelled a burning acrid smell.

He checked, but he turned of the fire. What the heck? He walked to the beanbag then looked out of the opened window over of his shoulder. Smoke?

He looked down, the shrine below was burning! He widen his eyes. For reasons unknown, he felt he must go there, now. Not the huge main shrine house. . .but the smaller one. . .

Tsubasa frowned, there was no rational reason for that. . .but he grabbed his windbreaker anyways and ran out of the apartment.

'Go quicker. . .'

Tsubasa nearly jumped out of his skin. That voice. . .who was that? He turned around, but funnily enough, he had expected that there was no one there. It seemed so close. . .it was from his head! But it wasn't even those things that tell you not to steal the cookies. And stuff like that. It was an actual voice.

'You're so slow. . .let me take over. . .'

"WHO THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU?" Tsubasa yelled.

There wasn't any nearby people. If there was he would have been stared at by everybody.

Suddenly there was a light feeling. . .what the hell? Like only his foot held substantial weight, the rest of his body were air. . .

It didn't matter, Tsubasa ran much faster, it even surprised himself.

The little neglected hut. . .he stared at the main shrine house. Then he heard the fire engines coming. They were safe, the main house. . .he slid the open the door to the well house.

"Will you look at that." Tsubasa muttered, what happened when people listen to voices in their head? Well, there you go. There was nothing there. Except a well.

'Jump.'

Tsubasa could have sworn his body wasn't under his control as he jumped over the well.

'Oh what the hell have I done?' Tsubasa grieved quietly for his own stupidity, he braced himself to hit the floor in a cold hard splat. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms, huddling.

But instead of a harsh knock to his knees there was a soft. . .almost liquid washing feeling over his face. But it had been dry inside the well!

He widen his eyes, slightly, then he widen them the rest of the way.

'What was this?' Tsubasa thought, fascinated, he smiled and foolishly reached his hand out. Water? But he could breathe in it. And it was with a lot of bright lights. In fact, almost like stars on the sky. Suddenly there was a bright light below him.

Bright white, Tsubasa closed his eyes until they were only slightly open, the white light grew bigger and bigger. Then it hit Tsubasa that he was falling through the white light!

Then it stopped, the light faded, it became very dark. Tsubasa groaned, bright white light, now very dark surroundings, his eyes needed to see an optometrist. Desperately.

Tsubasa stood up and looked upwards, the place where he was may be dim, but there was light upwards.

Was he still in the well?

Tsubasa reached his hands out, and felt the walls, yes. He was. And he had been freaked out of his wits- Suddenly, Tsubasa paused.

He looked up again, such a bright light. . . but wasn't he in a hut? The well was in a hut, where did all those bright light come from?

Tsubasa frowned, that didn't matter. How the hell was he going to get out of there?

He touched the walls, trying to find a deeper crack between the bricks. But then he found a wall of vine instead.

'I could have sworn there wasn't any vines when I jumped down. . . but then again, it was really very dark in the hut. . . damn. Why the hell did I jump down? That voice! Stupid, stupid-' Suddenly Tsubasa groaned. Voices in his head. Shit.

This was textbook stuff, not only did he need an optometrist. He needed a psychiatrist as well. Mizuki was going to have a hell of a flip. But schizophrenia, sweet heaven. Why him!

He grabbed the vine and tugged at it. Well. . . it seemed sturdy enough. He grabbed onto it lifted his legs, weighing down himself. Well. . . it didn't fall. . . but if it did-

'It just can't.' Tsubasa thought firmly and reached as high as he could with his hands, then started climbing, his foot walked slowly, up the walls. After sturdily gaining his grip and balance, he grabbed with his other hand.

Tsubasa gritted his teeth, now he was at the top. . .he let go of the vine and gripped the well lip tightly.

Then he was in an awkward moment, what to do now? His muscles were strained to the limit. He couldn't possibly push himself up. . .

"A little help?" Said a voice. There was a woman over the well. Her eyes were lightly curious, and worried genuinely for his well being. There was a deep sadness though.

"Yeah. . ." Tsubasa grunted, the woman looked beautiful. . . He reached his hand outward, barely able to breathe properly, he grasped the outstretched hand and helped himself out of the well with the woman. He tumble over the lip of the well.

"Ariga- wow. What are you wearing?" Tsubasa stared. His navy eyes wide.

"Have you never seen a priestess' robe before?" The woman asked stolidly.

"What? A priestess? Those guys still exist?" Tsubasa blurted out.

"Your clothes are odd. . . are you from the time era which my reincarnation is from? Nearly 500 years in the future. . .somewhere near the 20th century?"

(Okay, I know the people in ancient time wouldn't have said '20th century' ok? It's just I don't know what else to say.)

"Reincarnation?" Tsubasa asked, he really like this woman. He really did. She was pretty and she helped him out of the well. But it began to occur to him that she may be potty.

"Listen, you are in the Sengoku era." The woman said clearly.

Damn, and she looked so beautiful too.Too badshe was crazy.

"I'm not crazy." The woman said emotionlessly.

Was she a psychic? Tsubasa stared.

"Listen you best get back to the future-" Suddenly the woman looked to her side.

She raised her bow in her hand and drew an arrow, Tsubasa rubbed his eyes. He needed an optometrist. . . but he swore the tip of that arrow glowed.

Then suddenly from where the woman was looking, a. a.

Tsubasa nearly yelled in fright.

"A monster!"

"A demon." The woman corrected calmly and shot. A short burst of pink light came as she released the arrow.

Tsubasa widen his eyes, the. . .thing just disappeared.

'Purified.' A voice in his head corrected. Then his body vibrated.

Tsubasa groaned, the voice in his head again. The woman looked at him in concern. "Daijoubu?"

"The voice. . .in my head. . ." Tsubasa barely managed out. And not to mention extremely piteously, he fell to the ground. His body was seizing up, a horrible tired ache seized every muscle on his body, then it melted down to his feet. . .and suddenly there was a burning raw pain on his back. Concentrated, sharp pain, it came as two strips on his back on either side of his spine, and next to his shoulder blades.

Tsubasa suddenly felt the pain stop completely. He opened his eyes, and then he felt himself stand up. Himself. . . yet not himself. And most terrifying as all, it wasn't himself that willed himself to stand up.

"Priestess. Please forgive my vessel's stupid behaviour."

Tsubasa yelled, he felt himself saying it, but it wasn't his voice! It was the one from his brain! He tried to scream but nothing came out.

Kikyou widen her eyes slightly. The boy from her reincarnation's time. . . she was quite sure he was at any rate, had suddenly transformed.

The boy's gray-silver hair had became a deep purple, and the original navy eyes became a deep orange-gold colour. And there were wings. Black wings, ink black.

They were very different beings, Kikyou could tell, only their clothes had remained the same.

"Who are you?" Kikyou asked in a, pardonably, demanding tone.

'Yeah! Who the hell are you?' Tsubasa yelled inside.

"My vessel's name was Kurokon Tsubasa. As for me, my name is Kael. I am the guardian that runs in the Kurokon Bloodline. And you are?"

"Kikyou" Kikyou replied, a guardian? She thought they were only legends.

'What the fucking hell is a guardian? What's going on?.!' Tsubasa demanded.

Kael only stood still, his golden eyes emotionless. The wind picked up his long purple pony tail and swayed it a little.

"Why are you here? I believe the boy did not know about this well's apparent time traveling abilities. Seeing as to how he reacted to the demon and my priestess uniform."

'Time traveling! Is this a bad dream?' Tsubasa demanded.

"You are correct. But the fates have called him back, for whatever Deeper Reason, I do not know. As to now, the only reason they gave me was to destroy a hanyou of the name Naraku."

Kikyou stayed silent for a moment.

"We will meet again if that is truly your quest."

Kael absorbed with a stolid and emotionless expression. Kikyou faded though the trees.

'Destroy demons? What's going on?' Tsubasa yelled. 'And damn you, answer me! I heard you answer me when I talked to you at the well!'

"Shut up." Kael said aloud and began walking away form the clearing of the forest.

'Tell me what's going on!' Tsubasa demanded, anger flaring inside him.

"And exactly what don't you get? You have traveled around 500 years into the past. And now we set out to kill this demon. It's that simple."

Tsubasa wanted to burst, 'That simple! Look, let's pretend I did travel into the past, and I do have to kill a stupid demon. What the hell are you?.!'

"I am a guardian in the Kurokon bloodline."

'And exactly what the fuck does that mean? You get to possess me anytime you want? And you want to kill a demon? Gee, never thought of the word 'guardian' as 'evil hypocritical freak' now do you!' Tsubasa yelled. 'And I still don't believe you about the time and demons, part!'

"Believe what you want. Kikyou and several other people you'll meet shall be your proof for the time. And as for a demon. I believe you already saw the priestess purify one."

Tsubasa closed his eyes. It was true. He just knew. In the core. This guardian of his wouldn't lie. He just knew, and especially not something as stupid as that. Not that he would admit that aloud.

Kael walked silently, "I am only here to retrieve the weapon, it'll be quicker if I fly. I suppose you have never flown before?"

Tsubasa felt a bit of uneasiness. 'As in airplanes? Of course I've.'

"As in wings." Kael replied shortly and flapped his gigantic black wings. Tsubasa suddenly became very much more aware of the attachments on his back. So that's why his back had hurt so much, wings came out of him.

A few more flaps and Kael was off his feet. Tsubasa gawked, he wasn't in control of his body, but he could feel it.

Flap. Flap. Flap. They seemed to be around a foot off ground level. Suddenly Kael bursted upwards to the sky.

'Waaaaaah!' Tsubasa yelled as Kael bursted upwards.

They were high in the sky, it was numbing cold, but Tsubasa couldn't feel most of the coldness. And Kael was quite use to it.

Kael seemed to feel his direction for a moment before flying at around at least 150mph.

'Can you. . . can you go faster?' Tsubasa asked, exhilarated. He had despised it at first, the strange lifting feeling, but then it was intoxicating, the wind beneath and over his wings.

Kael did not reply, he seemed to go slightly faster, Tsubasa grinned, he knew he couldn't have done it. He would have been dead cold with his skin, his eyes couldn't have possibly seen anything through the wind and the high pressure in the sky wouldn't have made him able to breathe. So he drank in the experience. Safe in a soul-like form.

Suddenly Kael plunged, head-first. Tsubasa widen his eyes, had Kael lost control or something? But at this speed they were going to crash!

'Kael!'

At the last possible moment Kael somersaulted halfway, so that he had his body foot-first. He flapped his wings a few time to create air and cushion his landing.

'That was too close!' Tsubasa said, and if he could he would have wiped his eyebrows.

Kael did not reply, suddenly Tsubasa felt his body vibrate. Anger. Rising heated anger seemed to creep into the edge of Tsubasa's mind. That was irrational. What the heck?

Then it stopped.

'What was that?' Tsubasa asked.

". . . Sorry, that was me. I just felt angry." Kael replied, his tone a little unstable. Then it ended on the usual monotone.

'But I felt a bit anger as well. . . not as if you were. . . but as if I was angry.'

"We share your body, what I feel may affect you." Kael answered, and started walking to a large but broken hut.

'Where are we going?' Tsubasa asked.

"This. . . use to an exterminator village. . . whatever happened to it. . ." Kael answered quietly.

'What? Sorry, a little deeper explanation?'

"I'm here to get a weapon." Kael announced shortly and then slipped into the hut. Broken as it was, there were-

'What are they?' Tsubasa gawked.

"Weapons. From the exterminator village. Made from demon remains. Once I get these you'll return to your own form. Then I'll explain things you wished to be explained." Kael replied in monotone, he avoided all the impressive swords and maces though.

'What are you getting?' Tsubasa asked, reminded of a video game when a character was to pick a weapon and all their status of a weapon showed. It was something like that except the status of the weapons were not at the bottom left hand of his eyesight and it was horribly real.

"What the exterminators had always reserved for me . . . here. . ."

Kael grabbed a double-edged sword. A golden handle, around two feet long. The grip was a worn blue satin that must have seen better days, it was worn and loose threads were hanging. The blades themselves were gigantic, stone mercury blue, with steel outline around one inch thick. Their edge and shape was for slashing, with the tip built for stabbing. They were around 3 foot long each.

(For those who are thinking about Zidane's, from FF9, double edged sword 'The Ogre' you have a very good idea of what I'm describing)

Suddenly Tsubasa's body vibrated. A bright light.

'Kael? Are you angry again?'

The white light faded, Tsubasa nearly dropped to the ground face first. That gigantic double-edged sword was heavy. That being a general understatement.

'No. It's just I'm very tired. . . I must get some rest. . .' Kael said softly inside Tsubasa's brain.

"Then why did my body vibrate like that?" Tsubasa asked.

'Your body vibrates whenever we switch and you transform to me or I revert back to you. Your body vibrated when I felt angry because when I feel particularly emotional about something, we transform. Don't worry. It doesn't work vice-versa.'

Tsubasa grunted and groaned, trying to hoist up the gigantic weapon.

Kael watched inside, unamused. It was around five minutes later before he said something.

'You are meant to wield the blade. The Kurokon had created this blade, unless you aren't a Kurokon you can't hold this blade. But you are, I reside in you. Just remember that it's meant for you. And it's light. . .'

"Light! Just take a look at it before you say that okay?" Tsubasa growled angrily.

Kael did not reply, Tsubasa grimed, okay. Breathe in, breathe out.

"Heave ho!" Tsubasa yelled, and pull.

Nope, it was still on the ground.

'Stop thinking it's suppose to be heavy! The blood of the Kurokon runs in you!'

Tsubasa growled. And closed his eyes in annoyance.

Then he used one hand. If it's really light then I should be able to pick it up. . .

It laid stubbornly on the ground. As heavy as a cow.

"Dammit!" Tsubasa yelled. "Can we choose another weapon?"

". . .Do as you wish." Kael said shortly. Obviously displeased.

Tsubasa chose another weapon. A kantana, simple looking, and mostly, light looking,

He swung it around, definitely lighter then that stupid double-edged sword.

"Let's head out!" Tsubasa said cheerfully and tucked the sword in his belt.

As soon as he walked out of the desolated village's palisade there was a rushing sound. Tsubasa looked upwards, gawking. A bird?

A squawk from the gigantic bird. It was-

Was that a gigantic featheryball with a human molded on the top of its head?

"Whoa!" Tsubasa yelled as the bird flew towards him, he crossed his arm, its gigantic talons made some painful marks on his wrist. Tsubasa started running inside the palisade again, the bird only flew over the palisade.

"A little help Kael?" Tsubasa yelled.

". . . I'm too tired. . . I must. . . absorb some more of your essence."

"Essence!" Tsubasa asked angrily, he unsheathed his kantana clumsily.

"Yes. Every one from the Kurokon bloodline has an essence in their blood. . . I live by it. Every guardian feeds on a specific essence that it can. For me, my essence is the one emitted from the blood of the Kurokon."

"I'm gonna die and then you can go fucking get your own essence!" Tsubasa said angrily, although it was not directed to the one in his veins. He slashed stupidly on the bird, it only squawked loudly and flied away only to return.

"You stupid bird! Go away! Feed on someone else!" Tsubasa yelled angrily, it was not only out of fear. It was out of annoyance, he couldn't fucking hit the bird and it was starting to annoy him.

When the demon flew at him again Tsubasa yelled in frustration and anger, he plunged.

It plunged at the demon! Tsubasa felt an exhilaration and disgust. But he had broke the enormity on actually stabbing a. . . a living thing.

But the demon was only wounded, it flew back. And squawked as angrily as ever. Then flew at him again.

"Let's go you stupid bird!" Tsubasa yelled, he jumped and slashed, he only did a nick on the bird.

The demon glared at the sword and grabbed it with its talon, forcing it out of Tsubasa's grip.

"Hey!" Tsubasa yelled as the bird flung it away.

Then it turned back to Tsubasa.

Tsubasa widen his eyes and gulp. He spun around and ran into the hut.

The thing squawked angrily and started attack at the hut. Blocking the light coming though the door Tsubasa tumbled over some weapons and grabbed one before running towards the door and slashing it down.

The bird squawked, but before it could recoil Tsubasa spun around and tried to slash at it again. But the spin was connected halfway before Tsubasa expected the blow to be, and he slashed the circular plump body in half.

Tsubasa widen his eyes, the blood had spurted all out on his face and clothes.

He looked at the weapon in his hand and felt sick. This had to be one cruel trick. Was there optometrist here in the Sengoku era?

But it was, it was the double-edged sword Tsubasa couldn't pick up earlier. Now in his right hand, and both its blades dripping blood of Tsubasa's first kill.

Tsubasa's eyes lighted up.

"See? It seems quite light now doesn't it?" Kael said.

Tsubasa grinned, then held it up to the sun.

"I'd say, pretty light."

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