So here it is chapter 5! Hope you enjoy it!
And as always remember: I dont own any part of Onime no Kyo. Shame.
--Kadyn
Chapter 5
"Omine no Kyo will Never reach the surface again,"
This was not the Kyoshiro she knew, the carefree happy go lucky medicine man Yuya had once known, this was Mibu Kyoshiro the man that Demon Eyes Kyo longed to kill.
Yuya's eyes fell on the muramasa laying beside the fire, left unattended by Kyo when he'd risen to remove her towel amidst her ranting.
Wreaklessly She leapt for the sword grasping the handle she flung the sheath aside struggling to balance it's weight for a moment she held it before herself ready to attack.
"Fine. If you won't bring Kyo back, I will."
Kyoshiro's eyebrows raised to his hairline, "and how's that?"
"Simple really, I'm going to kill you."
Stop now please, or he will come...No! No! Get away from me don't you understand what will happen?
"You have two choices Mibu Kyoshiro. You can either kill me--or bring back Demon Eyes Kyo!"
Her eyes narrowed, "Or, You can Die."
"Um...Yuya-san? That's THREE Choices...GAaaaaaAH!"
He leapt to the side as the demon blade sliced down towards his head.
"YOU'RE SERIOUS AREN'T YOU!"
Yuya stepped forward preparing to swing at him again.
"Why don't you stand still and find out?"
Yuya swung muramasa again but Kyoshiro dodged just as easily as he had the first time.
This is useless! I could swing this sword all day and night and he'd just leap outta the way!
Her brain reminded her of all the times she'd seen Kyoshiro dodge a deadly blade in their short travels together.
A distraction is what I need.
But what could distract Kyoshiro other then a naked woman?
She wasn't sure, and considering the closest thing to a naked woman in the vacinity happened to be her minus the skimpy towl, she didn't want to even consider that as an option.
Yuya spun and turned the blade back towards where Kyoshiro stood but he dodged this blow too.
Missed!
Again.
"Give it up Yuya-San! You're not going to kill me!" He dodged his own blade again.
"And why is that?" Yuya grunted raising her elbows a bit more and pulling her arms a bit closer to her body. She adjusted her feet before attacking again trying to remember all the fights she'd seen Kyo and Yukimura in.
"Because, you don't really want to kill me!"
He turned to the side as the blade skated past his head.
"You have to want to kill someone, it's not something you just try on a whim!"
Anger welled up inside her, she had every reason in the world to want Kyoshiro dead!
"Reasons? How about lieing to me, and everyone else when we first met?"
Another swing and a miss.
"Spying on me like a pervert!"
Swing, Dodge.
"Being a Mibu! Helping them to control the world and everyones lives through lies and war!"
"and Weren't you the one that resurrected Nobunaga? He almost killed us!"
Swing, Miss.
"Or how about, I know; YOU killed my brother!"
She watched him flinch and brought the sword a bit closer to his shoulder before he ducked it again.
"You tried to kill Me!"
"I would never..."
"Liar!"
He barely dodged this time and stumbled backwards over a root.
"Never tried to kill me? So what was this then? Just a scratch?" Yuya lowered one hand to her abdomen covering the scar where possibly the very Muramasa she now held in her two hands had attempted to end her life.
"As evil as Onime no Kyo might be, he's never killed a defenseless little girl,"
"You don't know that." His voice faultered, perhaps he didn't know either. "He's killed a thousand people!"
"And how many have YOU killed? How many have your Mibu killed? Who's more evil Kyoshiro really--You? or Him? Aren't you almost the same?"
Finally reaching her goal Yuya ran two steps forward kicking the cooking pot that Kyo had been using earlier with all her might toward Kyoshiro's head boiling water and all.
Her foot burned like mad as she dropped to the ground rolling to snatch the three knifes that sat just inside her bag and hurling two of them in his direction.
Whether it was the distraction of their conversation, the boiling pot, or the fact that Yuya lost her towel in the roll to retreive her weapons, she would never be certain--but whatever the reason; Kyoshiro had not managed to dodge both knifes and the pot.
The second knife had grazed his right shoulder slicing his kimono sleeve and sending three trickles of blood down his long arm to drip from his fingers.
The first had hit him squarely in the chest.
Shock registered in his eyes as his left hand rose to the blade's handle.
Yuya rose to her feet again leaving the towel where it lay.
Even blushing furiously as she was.
Now was not the time to be scrambling for clothing. This was her one chance, and she had to take it.
Right hand still clasped tightly around the hilt of Muramasa Yuya advanced towards him once more, the third knife held losely in her left fingers.
"What's wrong Kyoshiro? Didn't think a little girl like me could give you a scratch?"
Without waiting for a response she sent the last knife flying towards him then dropped to sweep both feet out from under him as he jumped back to avoid her blade.
Yuya felt a rush of triumph as Kyoshiro landed on his backside.
The sound seemed to echo off every tree in the forest rocketing back to her ears in a deafening roar. Her hand seemed to move in slow motion; the scrape of Muramasa's peircing blade sliding across a tree root achingly slow as she lifted it with heavy arms once again to swing down on Kyoshiro's prone form.
Every part of her mind screamed agony as her muscles could no longer feel the strain.
Yuya knew she was moving faster then she ever had. She fleetingly wondered if her bones would split in two--untrained to handle the force of such movements, when she felt a hand clasp her wrist.
"Let it go."
Forgive me brother.
I couldn't do it.
Yuya's body froze crouched low over her target, chest heaving, burning, struggling to pull in enough air to supply her tormented muscles lest she collapse in a useless heap.
After all this time.
And all I've promised.
Blood dripped from the blade to the dried leaves of the forest floor.
Forgive me.
Scarlet trails trickled down the hilt coating her fingers.
I can't...
"Woman."
They tickled down her forearms sliding to the ground.
"Are you going to sit there all night and watch me bleed all over you?"
One blood soaked hand clutched the blade of Muramasa, barely stopping the edge still pressed to his throat.
The other rose from her wrist to follow the trail of blood tears, from forearm to elbow pausing there before deverting to her shoulder.
"Yuya"
"Let go."
She felt his sticky fingers grip her neck pulling her forward as Muramasa wrenched from her limp fingers and was tossed aside.
Her tears collided with his chest as her body collapsed against him shaking with exhaustion, wracked with sobs.
Gasping for air in the space between them, the metalic taste of blood, the salt of sweat and tears all twisted together with his breath and hers.
He remained ever so still, arms draped across her back in the moonlight.
Slowly she raised her head, bright tear tracks still on her cheeks reflecting the light of the moon and the blaze of the fire.
Captivating crimson.
Brilliant Vermeil.
Startlingly beautiful blood red eyes stared back at her.
His arms tightened pulling her towards him with a nearly crushing force as their lips met.
All the air she'd fought so hard for left her lungs again in shock.
Kyo is kissing me.
Kyo does wants me.
Kyoshiro even said he loved me.
Yuya's heart soared with the hope that it might be true. The aching in her muscles combined with her butterflies made her more light headed then before.
Her head kept spinning, she needed air, she couldn't think straight,
She couldn't be thinking straight because here she willingly straddling body of a man she wasn't even married too.
She was naked and being kissed.
And Kami-sama help her she was kissing him back for all she was worth.
"Breath"
"Just breath,"
It took a moment for her jumbled mind to register that it was his voice and not her own which had spoken the gentle reminder.
Drawing a deep breath into her lungs Yuya raised her eyes to his once more.
It was really him. Her eyes strayed to the red line across his throat where Muramasa had been pressed.
Yuya's face scrunched in horror "Oh No Kyo..."
His hand stalled hers as she reached to touch the wounds she'd left on his skin.
"Don't."
For a moment she thought he was angry but then he was kissing her again, his injured right hand leaving red smears across her skin with every touch.
Kyo was painting her body with every carress.
Marking her body with his blood, his life.
Blood loss...Yuya's mind fleetingly worried before she was lost again in his kisses, in the shivers he sent across her bare skin.
Kyo rolled them over, covering her slender body beneath his.
His tongue continuing it's assault on her mouth stealing the air from her lungs, before giving it back to her.
His hand's traced down her sides in almost familiar patterns carressing and tracing from shoulder to hip.
His fingers brought heat to her skin, a fire that seemed to coarse through her once aching muscles offering new life.
Soothing the sting of battle and lighting the way for an ancient victory dance, one as old as war.
Yuya felt her body arch towards his warmth contracting under the constant stretch and pull of nerves that had never been so over worked.
His lips left hers to dip into the hollow below her throat sliding teeth across her skin before beginning a new assualt on her senses and her breast.
Yuya had felt his hands on her body before--even before the last few nights.
Kyo had taken numerous opportunities to lay his hands on her: and always with the same result. The furious blush, the outburst of anger at the common insult to her size, but also the burning heat of desire between her legs that called to him despite her fury, and nervousness.
Now that his mouth had joined his hands there was no stopping the heat the soaked through her.
She thought she might go mad.
Warm sword-worn hands covered first one mound then the other as his teeth slide across her nibbling and tugging, before offering soothing strokes and a few furious flicks of his toungue that neither tickled nor hurt simply brought the blood in her ears to a dual roar.
His lower body pressed forward into the craddle of her hips rubbing languorously against her through the silk kimono that seperated his naked flesh from her's.
Her hips pivoted to meet his increasing the friction between them. Unconsciously helping to bringing him closer to his goal.
He thrust towards her again scraping his teeth over her shoulder as she gasped clutching fistfulls of his dark silk kimono.
"Please, Kyo...Please..."
She wasn't sure what she was asking for,
for him to stop?
for him to continue?
for an answer to the thrumming in her body and the drive inside that set her senses on edge?
She'd heard about what took place between a husband and wife, she'd visited brothels in their travels together but this--
this intense wash of liquid fire that course across her skin and ran straight to her core with every touch he offered was nothing she had ever expected.
He thrust towards her center again rubbing himself against her heat as he claimed her mouth once more.
Yuya felt one rough hand tug at the belt of his kimono and bunched more of the silk garmet between her fingers helping to pull it free.
His body lifted from hers slightly freeing the material trapped between them before returning to envelope her skin once more with his heat.
Yuya's head tilted back breaking their kiss as she felt his skin once more mesh against her's. Their hips pressed together without the thin protection of silk between them.
She gasped as he thrust towards her again feeling him against her stomach for the first time, skin to skin.
His chest rumbled as it had several nights before, head barried once again at the base of her neck. It was an animalistic sound, it felt powerful and raw, inhuman and intoxicating and so very Kyo.
Yuya raised her hands to his hair soothing the unruly tangles for a moment before caressing down his back.
"Are you afraid?"
He must have felt the tremble in her fingertips.
Yuya paused but only for a moment, "Not of this,"
He nodded his head outlining her ear with his agile tongue.
"I'm going to hurt you,"
Yuya tensed for a moment before her mind grasped his meaning.
She nodded her head catching her lip between her teeth.
I can do this, this is kyo...he would never intentionally hurt me...
Except he was about to.
Kyo's fingers traced her lip freeing it, he tilted her chin so she would meet his eyes.
Holding her gaze he raised himself a few inches reaching between them to hold himself in position before pushing forward into her.
The pressure was almost more then she could accept, but only for a moment, she felt a twinge of pain but then only the slide of him inside her filling her impossibly full, till she thought she might rip in two and the pain had started to return.
He was still for a moment, and she began to wonder if this was all there was, it hardly measured up to the caress of his tongue and hands.
and then he drew himself back and thrust forward again.
She saw stars.
She felt pain, and pleasure both so intensly she wasn't sure which one would win out.
He thrust again grinding deep into her body before rising again. Each time with a bit more pleasure then pain till she was arching beneath him as she first had under his hands.
Gasping fingers clutching desperatly to his back she stared up into the star laden night sky.
Oh Kami-sama, so this is what they meant when they spoke of the secrets shared between husband and wife.
Or in their case just man and women.
Yuya felt a small stab of guilt at having given herself over before being a bride, but it was gone just as quickly as it surfaced.
This, what was communicated between his fiery red eyes and her misty blue; the crashing spirals of pleasure that coursed through her body at every touch, every thrust; the searing intensity in his kiss that if it were her last would haunt her till the day she died--was right.
She didn't need a ceremony to tell her that, not when every ember burning in her body was screaming it.
As their kiss ended and she felt her body spark with something more powerful then anything she'd every felt, his hand slipped between them to where there bodies joined with each powerful thrust and she felt herself arch with a hoarse cry of his name.
All the world seemed to stop, there was nothing but their bodies. His hands, his mouth, his eyes, and then there was nothing but pleasure. Waves so intense Yuya forgot to breath assaulted her body. The pinpoints of light that had once resembled stars now wavered and exploded before her vision, blurring and swirling above her in an intoxicating and alluring dance that made her all the more dizzy with sensations.
She felt Kyo still above her head craddled once again in the hollow below her chin. His breath floating across her skin raising goosebumps in the chilled night air.
Something was scrapping into her side.
Yuya frowned trying to focus her overly taxed brain on the cold object pressed against the side of her ribs.
Her hand raised from the dirt where it had fallen to inspect her side, finding an object that somehow didn't belong.
Yuya's brow wrinkled in concern still a bit fuzzy as her mind slowly grasped the object as her fingers slide over the hilt once more.
The knife.
Her knife was still bared in the side of Kyo's chest.
uh oh, looks like Kyo might be needing some of Kyoshiro's ointment now.
My how the tables have turned.
O.o