Dark Arrow
By Marie Darkholme
11. Fog and Traps
The night had fallen in the small village of Okayama. The hazing of the large horses was coming closer and some people began closing the windows. After that one incident with the two strangers, the people had become rather afraid from receiving visitants. Nevertheless it was one of the village's only way to enlarge, and the people, even afraid, wouldn't be so stupid to let that profit escape between their fingers.
The captain was once again lost in his thoughts when one of his men came to him informing they had found a place for the night. They had been riding since the beginning of the evening and they were significantly tired from the speed they had made the horses gain. His back were beginning to throb, his ass was also hurting and he had long decided that the night was beginning to turn to foggy for them to go any further. He knew, however they were close to Okayama city and so he decided to give his men a rest.
In his mind he couldn't hep but thinking what was going to happen to him when he gave the news to the queen. The truth is that she would probably fire him, but after all that had happened, he wouldn't go down easily. Nevertheless, he wasn't as worried as he was when he left. It didn't matter what was happening to him. He had made his best efforts to find Lady Sora and that was enough for him. Besides he had his men by his side: protecting the queen and the kingdom was much important than going after a rebellious young woman.
The horses began to trot slower, until they were simply walking. Captain Motomiya could already see some lights coming from the house they had been before. The same woman that had received them before was on the doorstep waiting for them. Her bruised lip was much better and she could show her beautiful smile as Daisuke approached the door. This time, the captain couldn't help but finding her even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. He praised her dark hair over her shoulders and the simple clothes she wore, reminded him of his life before becoming a soldier at His Majesty's service. It reminded him of carefree time he had had, that most of times seemed so distant, like they had been in another life.
"Welcome back." The girl greeted with a polite bow. The captain thanked the greeting with another bow, taking his hood from his head as he entered the common room. It was better than the last time as well. The tables were back to place and the broken chairs had been replaced by new ones. All signs of fights had been wiped away. The girl walked in front of the soldiers showing them their rooms. After wishing everyone a goodnight, she led the captain to his room. It was the best room they had in the inn. It had a large wooden bed with soft goose feathers' mattresses, a desk and a large poltroon where people could rest made of velvet.
"Well…goodnight, Captain." She replied shyly as she turned back and exited the room, leaving Daisuke staring after her. For the first time in a long time, the Captain actually felt attracted to a woman. He could hardly remember the last time he had been with a girl, but desiring a girl it had been longer than that. He pondered if he should or not exit the room and accompany the girl. All the sudden he felt the need to protect her. Nevertheless, that would be against his believing, and pondering nothing more, he started undressing and quickly got into the soft mattresses and between the warm blankets.
Miles from Okayama, a young man fought against the time that he felt it was slipping between his fingers. Forgetting about himself, he had run back to the castle's stables and got his horse, Hika. He and the brown mare had been galloping since what it seemed forever. A few branches hitting his forehead and his arms had made some cuts, but unaware to that, the blond had continued his way. In his mind there was only one thought and nothing would make him stop until he arrived to Oita. Don't worry Hikari, I'm going to find Sora and Koushiro and then will kick my brother's butt for what he did. Nothing is going to stop me.
Even though his mind wasn't aware of the branches that had cut him, it was well aware of its surroundings and every sound that he heard he attended to it in waiting of a possible enemy. He didn't believe that his brother would be stupid enough to send only three men after him, knowing perfectly the way he felt about one of them. Unless he thought so badly of his younger brother that he found possible that Takeru would be defeated by three soldiers. Yamato himself wasn't a person to be faced lightly when he had his katana at hand and, as strange as it could appear, Takeru found that beyond their similar appearance, their fighting skills were the other only thing that could be compared. Takeru too was a fearless opponent with his two blades' weapon. But the young blond found himself in advantage for having the opportunity of training with one of the best: Jyou.
He drove the thoughts that had assaulted him, ever since Hika's assassin had told him about Yamato's plans. He knew he wouldn't bear seeing another girl being killed in front of him, and in his mind, the picture of Hika's execution was still too fresh for him to let go, except maybe for the fact, that every time the moment came to his mind, it was Hikari and not Hika being murdered while he watched helplessly. He wouldn't allow anything like that to happen again.
The dark carriage had crossed already the border between Ishida's kingdom and Natsuko's kingdom, and for Hikari's distress, King Ishida didn't seem to be in hurry to get to his own palace. But on the other hand… she thought …this could mean he feels safe, and that can be his more valuable mistake. She couldn't help a smirk that crossed her features. King Yamato that was in front of the two ladies turned his eyes from the window to see the young brown haired girl smirking. A strike of confusion hit him. He didn't like a bit that the people he threatened had the courage to smirk. It made him feel that they were hiding something, which, in the majority of the cases, they were in fact.
"What are you smiling for, bitch?" he asked with a threatening voice on his features. Mimi that had also been looking through the window, completely distract in her world, where nothing of that was happening, awoke all the sudden due to the hard tone of voice. A shiver came down her spine, and she couldn't help cowering back on her sit.
The brown haired girl turned her eyes from the window that seemed to lock the eyes of everyone to look through the cold blue eyes of Yamato. Once again, she noticed how different they were from her Takeru's eyes, so beautiful and heavenly. But Yamato's eyes seemed to hide everything in the deep blue they were, making him a hole of distrust and lies, and the coldness they revealed seemed to freeze everyone that looked through them, a wave of uncertainty and fear crossing their spirit. In spite of that, somehow, Hikari could still feel pity of such an empty soul as he was.
"I'm not smiling." The girl replied, no fear in her voice. Yamato smirked at her. "Thinking that your little boyfriend is coming to save you?" he teased her, trying to arise the fury from her heart. But it didn't work, as Hikari simply stared back at the window leaving the question floating in the air. Not pleased with her reaction, Yamato continued. "Well, take your mind from that because by this time he might be already dead." He replied. A shiver came down Hikari's spine as the simple thought crossed her mind. No, he isn't dead. He's stronger than you could have ever imagined, Your Highness. She thought bitterly.
Yamato could see that his provocation was finally having some effect on the stone like girl. Apparently she was as fragile as his brother's first mistress. He could hear the shouts from the youngster and the curses he had swear it would crash in his own kingdom if they did that. His brother had always been different. He could feel it when his father first showed him. Something told him that the child was a weak and wouldn't be able to live for long. Memories of a young Takeru, when himself was younger, but not much different from what he had become.
A time, so distant, but not so different. Still, he sometimes couldn't believe Takeru and he were from the same family and shared the same blood. The youngster should have inherited the weak spirit of his mother, as all women are. It was the day when Takeru gave proves of being a coward and faint hearted.
Hunt had been since the primordial of time what had distinguished the men from the animals, giving them an upper level in the food chain, because they were more intelligent and that gave them an advantages towards the brainless animals. It was also a prove of the superiority of men in what relates them with women. For that, hunt had became, since very early, an activity much of the like of all Ishida's and so little ten years old Takeru was being started on the tradition of the family of killing his first animal.
"You have to aim a little ahead from the animal, because the arrow will only catch him a few moments later." Thirteen years old Yamato told his little brother in a commanding voice. "Okay." The younger blond replied preparing an arrow in the bow and aiming to the first living thing that crossed his path. It happened to be a small deer that was calmingly eating in the pasture. The parents were no were to be seen. "Hit that." Yamato ordered. The youngster aimed, but just as he was about to release the arrow from its position, the little deer peeped his head and glanced silently around. In that two seconds that must have lasted, Takeru's mind filled with unknown thoughts to Yamato, and that would have never crossed the elder's mind.
Takeru lowered his bow, putting the arrow back on the small bag he carried on his back. "What are you doing?" Yamato inquired, anger in his voice, though he said it low not to drive away the deer. "I can't kill a baby." Takeru replied calmly. "Why not?" the elder blond increased his voice. "Because he's too small. If we kill the small ones, when the parents die, we won't have any more to feed on." He explained. Yamato's mouth was wide open perplexed. With an abrupt movement, he took the bow from Takeru's hands and aimed to the deer. Fury stroke Takeru as he launched himself upon his older brother, preventing him from hitting the deer and giving it the chance to escape as well.
What followed that day was nothing besides what followed the next days, and months, and years. The hate towards his brother, feeling he was a threat to the family's integrity, and he dirtied their good name only increased, as he watched Takeru more interested in stories about ancient warriors than with his sword and his training. He had hoped that his father would kill him when he found about his affair with the peasant Hika, but unfortunately for him, he didn't. Nevertheless, he was instructed in how to make someone suffer more than by just dying. He had seen how his brother had been destroyed by Hika's dead and suddenly he started seeing the world through another perspective. He didn't need to be the best warrior or the smartest, what he was nevertheless. From that day, he chose the way he would rule his kingdom. Not through the sword, not through kindness or admiration. He would conduct the lives of everyone through a rein of terror and fear that he would burn deep in everyone's hearts so they could never forget.
In the carriage Yamato forced his mind off those thoughts that for so long seemed to have been locked away, but now, with all the problems going on, the past just came back to him in the worst moments. He felt like his past was his weakness and thinking about it, made him feel vulnerable and he didn't like it. No one can oppose me. He thought. Now that I'm sure to have the queen under my control, having the most important piece of her life in my hands, the only one that can actually stop me is two paces from death. Nevertheless… his mind forced him to rethink everything, not leave anything out of the game. He shall not be surprised, because surprise can cause the fall of kingdoms…and kings. I must predict every step that can go wrong so nothing can ruin my plans. It is my destiny to become the greatest king ever, and I will not deny it for a foolish mistake.
The night was falling fast, maybe too fast, but for the two silent figures stalking human trails, the darkness around was just too perfect. Even if they wanted they couldn't have chosen best place or time to do what they were about to do. Agile like the cats and fast as the lynxes, they seemed true wild animal running through the darkened city of Nagasaki and away from it, through a path of distant houses.
Sora and Koushiro stood by the doorsteps of a beautiful small house. The front was adorned by two large windows where Sora could see a light and the curtains that blocked her vision from the inside. She just stood there, her heart beating faster, the bloody letter in her hand, clutched tightly, her other hand hanging in a fist close to the door, but the courage to beat didn't seem to appear. Koushiro watched her a little behind, hoping the girl would have the courage to knock once and for all. He could feel the breeze increasing and a storm coming closer as the clouds covered the skies with amazing speed.
"There's a storm coming." He replied. But Sora remained immobile, her hand in the air. Koushiro could understand her mix of feelings, even if not deeply. There lied the answer for her questions. What she had also thought to be the truth had been taken from her and the woman inside that house would tell her everything. There lied who she really was, who her parents were, what was her purpose in life. It was a big step. All her hopes and dreams could be crashed in a time and the truth could destroy her forever.
Koushiro looked back to the dark clouds in the night sky. It is surely going to rain. The thought of the weather conditions was interrupted by the soft knock, almost shy, that he had been waiting for so long. It was followed by another one, more hard and confident this time. Then a sight of relief and silence again.
The door opened to reveal a middle aged woman with long lavender hair. The woman seemed to strange the presence of the two figures, but then something in her features showed the change of attitude. She was no longer within strangers. She knew who they were. A smile crossed her face, a sad smile though. Sora's heart beat faster with that. This is not good. Certainly not good. She said inertly, not daring to say a word.
With a gesture of her hand, the woman invited them in. The house was big and cosy. It had a least three divisions and an upper floor, but nothing much. The chamber where they were seemed to be some kind of living-room, with a round table in the centre, where some papers lied, along with a feather and a small paint holder. To the corners there were shelves with books. The woman indicated them some chairs and the two friends sat without ceremonies.
"I suppose you're Sora." She told the auburn haired as she took a chair herself and sat in front of them. The girl was about to reply but the woman continued. "And you are Koushiro." A sight escaped her lips, and the two visitants, couldn't help to notice a bit of sadness in her voice, as she repressed some tears that threatened to roll down her face. "I suppose then that Jyou is dead?" she asked. The pain that the elder carried was momentarily shared by everyone in the room. "Yes, he is." Sora dared to speak. Her voice came low and muffed like it was that of a child after being reprehended.
The woman raised her eyes to Sora and stared at her for a few moments. She seemed to be capturing the girl's features in her mind. The sadness was suddenly replaced by another sincere smile. "He was right. Jyou I mean. He said you were a copy of your mother and you are indeed." The woman noticed. "But forgive me. I have been rude not introducing myself. I think Jyou didn't leave that part behind but I like to make my own presentations. Inoue Miyako." The lavender haired woman made a small bow with her head and Sora and Koushiro only retributted.
The silence felt between them, Miyako unsure of how to start what she was suppose to tell, Sora afraid to make a wrong movement, Koushiro feeling misplaced. Finally the auburn haired girl stood handing Miyako the letter she had carried like a burden in her cloak.
The woman took the letter in her long pale fingers and opened recognizing Jyou's letter. "I don't know how to start." She sighed, her eyes falling to the letter in her lap. She wore a simple long skirt in pale yellow and an orange blanket like scarf that she used over her simple blouse. "Start from the beginning." Sora replied calmly.
Another break with silence followed and Koushiro, disturbed with the environment and feeling he shouldn't be there when Sora's origins were revealed to her, picked his bag and walked towards the door. "I'm going to the town…see the sights…finding a place to stay…" he excused himself, unsure of how to say he didn't want to be there. "It's okay. I understand, Koushiro. Just be sure not to take too long." Sora replied, leaving the red haired man more relieved.
Koushiro left and the woman where left alone to do all the talking. "Tell me Lady Inoue, all the truth. Please, I need to know." Sora pleaded as she put her elbows over the table, resting her chin in her hands, preparing to hear the story of her life. Miyako took a deep breathe.
"I guess it all started many years ago, more exactly twenty one years ago. It's difficult to think that have passed two decades since then. The Takenouchi kingdom, like Naoko's kingdom was known before was a prosper and peaceful little kingdom. Their kings, Queen Megumi and King Hiroya were loved by the people and by the other kingdoms as well." Miyako told Sora, like she was telling a fairy tale. The young auburn haired though didn't like the fairy tale. "I already know about them. Then they died and Hiroya's sister, Naoko took his place because they had no heirs." She replied impatient.
Miyako couldn't help but smile as once again the girl showed evidences from her parents' behaviours. "I will get there and then you'll understand." She quieted her. "They lived like that for many years, until one day, in the neighbour kingdom, Ishida's kingdom, a little prince was born. King Ishida was a very ambitious king and he watched the other kingdoms' with power thirst." "Like Yamato does now." Sora commented. "Yes, like Yamato does now. Well, with an heir, the king saw his opportunity to make a deal with Takenouchi kingdom."
"If you had a daughter, she could be promised to my son Yamato. What do you say, King Takenouchi?" King Ishida asked the King Takenouchi, while in a party at his palace for which he had invited the Takenouchi court. King Takenouchi put down his glass of wine and with a very calm and yet strong voice he replied: "I'm sorry, but I'll have to decline your kindly offer, King Ishida. My children will not be promised to anyone. They will be able to choose their own partners. Maybe if I have a daughter she will fall for your strong son." Little Prince Yamato that was with his mother on the other side of King Ishida agitated a piece of chicken like a little rock.
Queen Takenouchi that was also sharing the conversation quickly backed up her husband. "If the destiny wishes to, our sons will be great friends at least." She replied. King Ishida launched them a quick smile of forced agreement as he picked his golden cup and drank his wine in one gulp, putting down the cup abruptly and leaving the table.
"King Ishida was not happy with the Takenouchi's decision and he knew there would be no way he could change their mind. They were well known for always standing by each other's side and have a firm mind over issues. Feeling his plans sinking, he immediately planned another move." Miyako stopped to get up and get a cup of water, offering another to Sora.
"So what happened next?" the auburn haired girl asked, curiosity and anxiety taking the best of her. "Well, King Ishida might be smart, but the Takenouchi's weren't less. When Queen Megumi got pregnant, King Hiroya took all the providences for the child to be kept in secret, and arranged a secret farm to where he took the Queen. No one besides some close servants knew about the upcoming heir. King Takenouchi feared that King Ishida might try to do something to the child.
During almost a year, the Queen lived in the farm. Everyone in the kingdom had been told that Megumi was sick and in recovering at a farm. The child was born and for everyone's surprise it was a girl." Miyako allowed herself a giggle. "We had thought it would be a boy because she kicked her mother very frequently." Sora's ears were hearing the story and somehow she knew where it would lead to, but she didn't want to believe. No, it can't possible be. It must be something else. I cannot be her. I'm just… me. My parents were just counts or something like that, from a distant place. Seeing how fast Sora had got to the bottom of the issue, Miyako smiled.
"You were beautiful. Your auburn hair and flaming eyes. Your mother decided to name you Sora, because you reminded her of the sky at sun set." Sora stood and started walking around the room. The confused circles that she made as she walked where nothing compared to what was going through her mind. Suddenly she stopped, her back turned on Miyako. "What happened?"
"I think it's safe for you to go back now my darling." King Takenouchi replied to his wife, as he caressed the little child in his arms. "She's such a beautiful child, isn't she?" he said. "Yes, she's going to give a beautiful Princess." The Queen smiled.
"The carriage is ready and Miyako has packed your things already, so all you need is get into it. Kiro is here to escort us, so you don't have nothing to fear, my love." The King continued. "There's nothing that can frighten me when you are with me." Megumi replied leaning to him and kissing him on the lips. "I've missed you so much around the palace." Hiroya replied as he caressed her face and leaned closer to her. A small chirp woke the two rulers from their moment of passion. "Jealous already, little one? Momma is not your only." King Takenouchi giggled as he tickled her.
"You and your mother and father were in the front carriage, while I and the other maids were in the second carriage." Miyako continued. Sora turned and slowly began to walk back to her chair. "But Ishida knew, didn't he?" she asked acknowledging everything. Miyako sighed. "Yes. We were ambuscaded by every side. Not even Kiro could protect the Kings, crossed by King Ishida's blade. Aware to the danger, most of the maids tried to run and were killed. I stayed in carriage, fear freezing me in my place. Outside all I could see was blood and dead bodies. But King Takenouchi was still standing. He had his sword on fist and was fighting with King Ishida. It was a complete slaughter. I finally could move and I escaped from the carriage and ran to the Queen. She was holding you in her arms, clutching you tightly to her chest.
"Miyako?! I'm glad you're alive. Here, take her." Queen Megumi said as she handed Sora to Miyako. "Guard her with your life and run out of here. Don't allow her to die." And with that, Megumi took her own sword and charged towards the soldiers. Together with her husband they were able to kill many of them. Meanwhile, Miyako ran for her and Sora's life. Taking a last glance to the battle field, she could only see a woman with chestnut hair attacking Megumi. Fear crossed her body once more and she stepped on a corpse on the floor. She beat with her head and lied unconscious. Sora rolled from her arms and stopped inches away, unnaturally calm towards the all situation.
On the battle field, Megumi was fighting against four attackers, each one with a different weapon, and an especially good woman with chestnut hair. Her tiredness was beginning to give in, and she could barely avoid a hit from one of the soldiers, but the next one hit her in her leg. She winced in pain, a knee threatening to go down. She defended herself from more three attacks before the next one could hit her in her right arm. She was beginning to get weak, the blood and the pains blurring her senses. Nevertheless she was still conscious enough to see that the woman had stopped attacking, completely freeze in her spot, her eyes far way from the struggle.
Looking from his own battle, Hiroya saw his wife in troubles and ran to her aid. Cowardly, King Ishida followed him. The two lovers fought side by side against a dozen of enemies. "Our end is closing." King Takenouchi replied to his wife. "I'll see you on the other side." She replied and with a last strike of energy they charged towards the soldiers.
Not far away from there, a chestnut haired woman held a child in her hands. Her eyes became watered as she raised a small dagger. She abruptly drove it down and dropped the dagger to the ground. "I can't do it. No way. I can't kill a child." Slowly she began walking back to the place where most of the bodies were, two more almost.
"If you had accepted my offer, this wouldn't have happened." King Ishida smirked. "You make me sick. I rather die with honour then live in disgrace." King Takenouchi replied, spitting to Ishida's boots. Enraged the King drove his sword down and made the final strike, killing Hiroya. Next to him was Megumi, blood falling from her forehead. "What about you Megumi? You rather die as well?" he asked with a superiority air.
"I woke in time to see you being taken away from me, but there was nothing I could do, as my body refused to obey me."
Megumi didn't reply, her fixed on something more important then her life, lying in the arms of her enemies. King Ishida looked behind him to see the chestnut haired woman with the child in her arms. "What are you doing, your incompetent?" King Ishida shouted to the woman. "Kill her, Miyuki." He ordered. But Miyuki didn't do a thing. "I can't." "What do you mean, you can't?" King Ishida continued. "Do you know what will happen to your little one if you don't obey me?" he threatened. Acknowledging what was happening, Megumi pleaded for the life of her daughter to the woman. "Please, be king Miyuki. She's just a child. Don't kill her."
"Shut up, bitch." King Ishida shouted, crossing the woman's chest with the sharp blade of his katana. "I want her dead, Miyuki." He told the chestnut haired woman. "But My Lord, the Queen was right. She's just a child. What harm can a child make? She'll never know the truth. I can't kill a child. You kill her then." Miyuki said, extending the girl to Ishida. But King Ishida wasn't able to kill her either.
"That's how you survived. You really can't blame Miyuki because Mimi's life was at stake too." Miyako explained. "Yes, I understand. Even if I wanted I couldn't blame her." Sora replied, a tear rolling down her face. "But still, I don't understand. What does Jyou has to do with it? You were a maid, but what about Jyou?" Miyako took her time. "Directly: nothing. He didn't know anything in the beginning. To make Miyuki's ascension to the throne completely legal, she had to have documentation as she was the King's sister. Shuu, Jyou's older brother was forced to fake the papers so Miyuki would be accepted as the new queen. When he finished, they killed him. Fortunately, not before he had provided Jyou with the evidences he needed to prove you were the true heir to the throne. After your parents died, I wondered aimlessly for months, feeling my conscious heavy, thinking what had become of you after they had taken you. That's when I ended up at Jyou's, because at the time, he was already a swords master in the castle. I told him my story and he helped me. Together we developed a plan. He gave me everything he had, all the documents that proved your royal blood, and told me to hide here in Nagasaki that is out of both the Ishida and Takenouchi kingdom. He would keep me informed on you and the castle. He was supposed to send me a letter each month and he was faithful to his word. Two months ago, he talked about telling you everything because they were getting close on him. When I didn't receive his letter last month, I knew something had happened."
The two women fell quiet for a while, Sora absorbing the information that had been given to her, Miyako hoping she hadn't put the auburn haired in a more difficult situation that she had planned. Sora sat with her hands on her chin, elbows over the table. Why is this happening to me? I never wished for it. All I wanted was to know what happened to my parents, and in the end…I discover that I'm the only heir to the throne. A throne that had caused so much trouble to everyone; the throne that killed my parents, Jyou and so many innocent people. In spite of that, I have no one to blame, because Ishida died, and Miyuki…I can't really blame her. If she hadn't done what she was told, Mimi wouldn't be here today. Another problem in my head; how the hell am I supposed to tell her that her mother is a liar and that she isn't the real heir to the throne? How am I suppose to face her, and Koushiro, Hikari and Takeru? I was hoping this would be just a bad dream, but is real. How will I face Taichi? That is if I see him again. If I assume my right to the throne, the probability of ever seeing him again… I don't even want to think about it.
"Are you okay?" the lavender haired woman asked, resting a hand on Sora's hands. She was worried. So many years without seeing the child that she had swore to protect with her life, and she still saw her as a fragile baby. Still, she knew Sora was no baby, and not fragile either. She would take the responsibility. It was, nevertheless, a complicated decisions, especially with all that had been happening around the kingdom.
"I'm okay. It's just that…" Sora replied, her eyes closing in a moment of thoughts' reorganization. "It's a big responsibility for which I was never ready." "You'll hand it just fine." Miyako encouraged her. "Yes, I'm not afraid of that. I'm afraid that the relation I have with some people might change with my new position. I'm afraid for my freedom that will be taken away with compromises to my people and my kingdom. I'm afraid to lose the only person that managed to capture my heart. I never thought I wouldn't see him again, but now… this situation makes me doubt a lot of things that I had fro granted."
"I understand your apprehension." Miyako replied, but Sora wasn't listening. She had heard a noise. A strange noise. She took a finger to her lips, silencing Miyako. The lavender haired looked around startled by the movement. "Didn't you hear something?" Sora asked. The woman shook her head, but then, seeming to come out of nowhere, an arrow crossed the air, directed to Miyako. "Look out!" the auburn haired woman jumped towards the woman, taking her from the arrow's path. Nevertheless, she couldn't avoid it to touch her face, making a small scratch, leaving a trail of blood falling.
"Who's there?" Sora asked, taking her katana and holding it in a protective way. She wiped away the blood from her cheek and two figures appeared in front of her. "We are the Crawlers of Death, and you've been sentenced and condemned to die." One of them said in a hard tone, his black eyes falling in Sora's like poison.
Hope you enjoy this chapter where the truth is revealed. Sorry it took me so long. Thanks to all reviewrs.