Dark Arrow
By Marie Darkholme
16. Plans
The waters were calm and the brown haired man staring at the horizon as so many times he had for the last years, watching the sunset, thinking about his life, about his pass and future, could almost hear the fishes and dolphins swimming near the surface of the deep ocean. His hands rested on the borders of Dark Arrow's structure. Some feet away, sitting in a barrel, Koushiro too was mirroring the ocean, also absorbed in his own thoughts.
Days had passed and soon they would reach Oita's port. Sora had remained in her room all the time, not strong enough to stand, though he knew she had made several tries behind their back. Taichi overprotected her, always saying to stay lied and stay quiet that he would take care of her. Sora hadn't told him about her inheritance yet, but the young brown haired distrusted that something was going on. He spent hours by her side, but as the Captain of the ship he also had his duties and though he trusted Sam and Ken more than enough to trust them the navigation and duties distribution, he had to show the rebellious corsairs who was in charge, even though, that wasn't exactly necessary. Everyone aboard was peaceful and just trying to win their life to feed their families. In fact, if it wasn't for the head skull in the black background and the arrow, they would pass quiet well for fishermen.
Koushiro gave a long sigh as he stood and stretched his arms. He looked over to Taichi, but seeing as the Captain was engulfed in his own thoughts, he decided to go back down to the kitchen where Sam and Ken were playing cards, for exchange.
The lonely silhouette, cut by the sun, remained immutably, deep in thoughts. Distant memories that he had once thought lost, were coming back to him and if a part of him wanted them back, the other just wanted to forget.
"Here, Taichi." The man said to the young brown haired boy. "This is the perfect place to fish." The noble continued. Little Taichi grabbed the stick he was going to use as fishing cane and prepared a bait to hang in the extremity of the thread. As he was preparing the cane, his recently adopted father sat by his side.
The part of the river they were was rather deep and had a strong current, and Taichi had wondered how that could be a good place to fish. His father had always told him that fish were better to catch in slow waters. In spite of that, he didn't argue with the older man. He was too young to have remembered such detail and besides, that was the first time since a long time that he had been out to fish. Since his father had died, his mother had completely forbidden him to go anywhere dangerous, and for her, fishing was dangerous and he could not go alone. Besides he had always been occupied taking care of his younger sister that he loved so much. He had been very admired when his mother new husband had asked him to go fishing with him, since never before had he showed any interest in Taichi.
The count had a younger son name Iori, a little shy boy with green eyes and pale features that the count had forbidden to play with his sister or Taichi himself. The boy was obliged to study for several hours and then he was taught in mastering the sword and riding horse.
Pushing his doubts and distrust aside, little Taichi came back to the real world and finished his job with the bait. "It's done now, Count Hida." He replied. He still couldn't bring himself to call the man stepfather but the man didn't seem troubled or hurt by that. The Count smile, but Taichi somehow felt that he wasn't really smiling for the good job the youngster had made.
"Good, now throw the cane to the river." The man ordered with, nevertheless, gentle words. With an excited lop sided smile, Taichi threw the thread onto the water with skill. He was sitting on the margin of the river, his butt over his feet. The brown haired looked to the Count in search of something that told him he had done things right, but the man was not looking at him. He seemed to be looking around and Taichi wondered what he was searching. Turning back his attention to the thread pushed by the current, the brown haired boy didn't noticed that the Count was standing up. Neither did he notice as the man stood behind him.
Little could Taichi do, when he felt himself being pushed to the river. He could hear the man saying something that he could not understand very well at the time, but the words had been somehow engraved on his mind and each time the moment came to his mind, he could always remember the man's smirk. "One less to worry about."
Taichi knew how to swim, but that couldn't do much for him for he was still young and the current was way too strong, even for a grown man. He felt himself being dragged by the turbulent waters. He felt his lungs feeling with water instead of air, each time he went underwater when he was about to breath. Then a strong pain on the back of his head was the last thing he remembered.
As he remembered the day as it had happened just a few moments ago, he took his hand to the back of his head, feeling the place where he had beaten. When he woke up, he couldn't understand how he had survived. The first thing he saw where too hyperactive boys with dark hair and eyes looking at him. His senses where still confused and he could only distinguish their forms as his eyes adapted to the light. Sam and Ken's father lived on board of Dark Arrow since his wife, Ken and Sam's mother had died, two year before. The two brothers had always accompanied their father and now they too lived on the ship. When he woke up, he could not remember anything, not even his name. Days passed as he too lived on board of the ship. He travelled with Sam and Ken for six months or so. Pieces of his life came to his mind but they where still too blurred to him.
One day, a year or so later, as the three boys travelled through the kingdom, they reached a big house palace like. Not really knowing why, Taichi stopped to admire the house better. A child was swinging in a small swing hung from a tree. She wore boyish clothes and her hair was short. Suddenly a woman appeared. The woman tried to make the girl come into the house, but the girl refused to do it. Suddenly she began to scream. "But I want Taichi to come and push me like he did, mommy. Where is he? I want Taichi mommy." The girl screamed. Then it him. images flashed through his brain and the world seemed to spin around him. He felt nauseous and fell off the horse as he watched the scene, between his mother and sister.
"Your brother is dead, honey. I've told you. He is not coming back. Taichi is in a better place now, darling." The woman tried to shush the girl in her arms, as her own tears fell to her long blue dress. The girl finally stopped fighting and cuddled herself in her mother's arms, sobbing quietly.
Sam and Ken, noticing his new brother had stayed behind, came back and also stopped watching the scene. They easily understand what was happening. Sam kneeled in front of Taichi. He didn't want him to go, but at the same time, he knew that was what the brown haired man should do. "Go to them Taichi. Tell them what happened." Sam told him, but the brown haired was too scared. "No. No, I can't. They think I'm dead, I can't…I can't." he replied and quickly standing, he climbed his horse and galloped away at high speed, never looking back.
Something in the deep corner of his heart, something that he could not explain or describe, more than a feeling, he knew that briefly he would have to face that same scene again, only that this time, he would have to reveal himself to them. He would have to tell his loved ones that the stone where they paid homage to him, meant nothing because he was not dead.
He sighed. He could almost imagine his younger sister. She should be eighteen by now, if he could remember it right. She must have become a beautiful lady. Probably found a good guy to marry with or she's still single as me. He thought. But as he was thinking a thought that he had never imagined came to his mind and instead of an imaginary image of his sister wearing a wedding kimono, it was Sora who was wearing it. Her auburn hair was enhanced by the beauty kimono and was waving with the wind. He had troubles getting rid of this image, especially when a man appeared besides the beautiful woman. A man with dark brown hair and a pair of matching brown eyes.
He struggled to get the picture of his mind. He moved his eyes from the sea and turned to where Koushiro had been earlier before he had gone to the kitchen. Involved in a blanket, trying to shield herself from the cold breeze, Sora stood eying Taichi. The Captain stared back at her, surprised and shocked with her presence. He blushed, realizing that she had probably been watching him while he was daydreaming, but he quickly recovered, realising that Sora was really there.
With contained, yet determined steps, he quickly approached her and before the auburn haired could say whatever, he tried to pull her back inside, interrupting her words with his own. "You shouldn't have left bed. You are still weak and I don't want you to get sick or to make efforts." He said like he was talking to a little child. The girl couldn't help but smiling at his overprotecting reaction but she quickly erased her smile, putting an angry face. "Taichi, I'm not a baby anymore. I can stand and I can walk, you and the boys are being so over protectors. I could have been up for days now." She complained.
A sailor that was on watch couldn't help to release a small laugh as he watched the scene, but was quickly reprehended by the Captain. Sora managed to walk pass the brown haired man and walked to the border where she rested her elbows, bending a little. Immediately a sharp pain crossed her ribs. The girl clenched her teeth but quickly recovered. Seeing as he couldn't get her to go back to bed, Taichi followed her and rested his own elbows on the border of the ship by her side.
"You can be so annoyingly stubborn." He replied and it was truth. For days had Sora been trying to escape from her bed, but since last night she had been relatively calm, reason why he should have suspected an escape, but he hadn't and now that she was up, only sedatives would make her lie down again.
Sora smiled at his words, a smile that the brown haired had gotten used to and that he thought as his only. But the smile was quickly replaced by something else. It didn't disappear, as something suddenly was bothering her. it just faded slowly, but the feeling behind the smile was missing. Taichi tried to find her eyes. The eyes are mirror of the soul, and that was the reason why the auburn haired girl kept them hid, staring at the ocean before her. The brown haired turned his head to face the sunset, his eyes mirroring the burning flames.
"I know you have something to tell me." He replied softly, yet confidently, as to say he wouldn't drop the issue and she would have to tell him now and not later. But for Sora that wasn't a real problem. She had made her mind. She would tell him and then, after hearing him, after hearing that he wouldn't go, she would tell him her decision.
"Indeed, I have something to tell you. It's impossible to keep something hid from you isn't it?" she smiled, the mood quieting for a while. It was difficult as she started to talk, but after she started, she did exactly the same thing when she had told Koushiro, she didn't stop for nothing. The Captain heard every single word, absorbed in the part were she told him about her fight, astonished when she described the plot and the way her parents had been murdered. He didn't say a word until he saw she was finally done. In his mind there were no questions. He knew what she had to do, what she ought to do. "I must go. I must assume the throne by my parents' honour." She finished with a sad yet decided tone of voice, as her gaze fell upon the salty waters again.
The brown haired took a while to digest all the information that had been given to him. For long times had he heard about the evilness of the Ishida kingdom but he had never thought they would be smart enough to make such a plan. Yet they had successfully done it. She had to go and the only question in his mind was Can I go back? Face everything I once left for the love of this woman?
The answer couldn't have been easier. He had thought he had lost her once; never would he risk the same. "I'll go with you." He said. The girl besides him seemed to have not heard, but she had. Sora was so surprised by his decision. She had mentally prepared herself for the fact that they would probably have to part and she could completely understand the motives that could make him stay. Nevertheless, there he was, without any more thinking, saying he would go with her. He would follow her. She threw herself in his arms, her lips crushing over his in a more than passionate kiss. A feeling that neither she nor anyone else could describe.
The messenger travelled quickly and silently. The orders were still clear in his mind. Go fast and prudently. And that had been exactly what he had done. Choosing the most secluded paths, always careful not to cross with anyone in his way, the soldier had made his way to the castle. He had, nevertheless been delayed. He was surprised to find several troops patrolling the area surrounding the castle; troops that were not from his kingdom but from the Ishida's kingdom. The words of his Captain were now beginning to make sense. His task was of extreme importance and he should not fail.
He had left his horse in the nearest village where the peasants had showed discomfort with the Ishida's soldiers around. Rumours were circling and they weren't any good. They said that some of the most trusted high patent soldiers in the castle had been locked away for resisting to the Ishida's soldiers. Rumours that the Queen was a prisoner in her own castle has started to circulate in the last day when a cooker from the castle told the vegetables' man that the Queen had not left her room for several days now and that where guards at her door, forbidding anyone from getting in. but the more disturbing rumours that he had heard, despite the fact that he knew his task would be more difficult to fulfil in such conditions, were that both the Princess and her Maid had been taken to the Ishida's palace, where King Yamato planned to marry the Princess and take over the neighbour kingdom.
The people were afraid and when the soldier entered the small village, he would feel people eyeing him with a mist of hope by some and distrust by others. Fortunately for him, his sister lived and worked as a tailor in the village and provided him with shelter, clothes and food as he tried to find a way to get in the queen's room and hand her the letter.
Finally, he had an idea that might just work, as long as his soldier colleagues wouldn't recognize him and spoil his disguise. But he thought that was highly improbable, since they all thought he had stayed to accompany Captain Motomiya. So, dressed as a simple cooker, the soldier managed to enter into the kitchen. His plan was one to take a while, but it was the only way he could remember to get in the castle.
That had been two or three days ago, and with his experience as a cooker, which was as good as his sister was with sword handling, he was quickly turned into a servant. But, this, in fact, didn't affect in nothing his plan, and only made it more efficient and quick. The next meal was going to be served by him and two other servants, but he had managed, with some nasty tricks, to serve the meal on his own.
He walked through the long hallway. It had never seemed so long to him when he had walked it so many other times, behind the Captain, always fateful and ready to die for his Queen and his Captain. This time, it appeared to him that he took an eternity to get to the wooden door of Her Majesty's chambers. The guards on the door eyed him with distrusting eyes and the soldier trembled in fear of being discovered, but something in the back of his mind maintained him calm.
"You weren't the one who served the Queen's last meals." One of them observed. "Where is the other younger boy?" the other asked. They had crossed their lances, keeping him from passing. "He's sick and they sent me instead." He replied easily. The guards exchanged looks, but finally uncrossed their blades and turned the handle so he could get in. "Next time, someone should tell us about these exchanges." One of the guards commented. The soldier nodded in agreement as he pushed the door open with his shoulder, careful enough not to let the board on his hands to fall, but just as he was about to get in, the guards called him. He froze on his tracks but quickly tried to calm himself and turned back. "Yes?" his voice sounded more irritated than he had meant, but the guards didn't seem to notice. One of them quickly picked the cover hiding the meal. He eyed the food for a second and then put the cover down again. "You can go now."
The soldier allowed himself to take a long sigh when he finally closed the door. Resting the board with the lowest noise he could on the floor, the soldier bowed respectfully, taking a knee to the floor. He heard a cough and he allowed his eyes to follow the noise source. The Queen was sitting on her long poltroon. The matriarch seemed older than he could remember. He stood and neared her. Another cough was heard. The room was dark. The few tall windows were covered by long, heavy dark curtains that blocked the light. All the place seemed a little abandoned and it seemed haunted. Now he understood why the servants had so easily gave up when he convinced them to give their places to him.
Queen Natsuko was hid in the shadows but as the soldier approached he could distinguish her lifeless white hair over her face, more wrinkled than it should be. If it wasn't for her cough, her current position could be as well as one of a death woman. Her arms rested by her sides, as lifeless parts of herself and her eyes seemed to be close, her head pending to one side, her long dresses wrinkled as her face.
"Your Majesty." He bowed again, reaching her hand and kissing it. The woman seemed to awake from her trance and eyed him. "Who are you?" she asked in a rather weak voice. The soldier looked around him, as searching for any living been who could be hearing him and replied. "I'm a soldier, Your Highness. Captain Motomiya sent me with a message for Your Majesty." The words had an unexpected effect on the seemingly moribund Queen. She sat straight and she too looked around, obviously alert to any dangers that might be coming.
"Show me this message." The Queen asked. The soldier immediately obeyed taking a small folded envelop with the royal seal from a not very pleasant place. He blushed as he handed the Queen the piece of paper, but the woman didn't seem to even care where he had hidden the envelop. She torn the paper and quickly began to read the letter. From time to time she would nod to no one. When she finally reached the end, she torn the paper in small pieces and mixed them with the food. "Set this fire when you get to the kitchen." She ordered him. he was completely amazed by the sudden change.
"The Captain ordered me to wait for Your Majesty's reply." The soldier said as he watched the woman rise from her poltroon and walk. Only them he noticed a small secretary in the room. The place was in darkness and Natsuko lightened a small oil lamp in the secretary to write a small piece of paper. It took her only seconds to write and with such a small paper, the soldier doubted that she could have written more than just a dozen words, but Queen Natsuko had in fact written more than a dozen words in her small yet legible letter.
She quickly folded the paper and walked back to the soldier's side. "Go to the clock tower on the west side and tell the man there to send this paper in the Captain's hawk. He will know where to go." She explained him as she handed him the piece of paper. Then she sat on her poltroon again. She made an unhappy and angry look and motioned the soldier to pick the board. "Take that away, your bastard. Wanting to poison me, your Queen. I am the Queen…" she started screaming. Getting the plan, the soldier ran faking to be scared to the door that the two guards opened just in time to see him running. "Another man pissing his pants." One of them laughed as they closed the door. "Shut up your old bitch." The other shouted before closing the door completely.
In Oita's port, at a small bar, Takeru and Daisuke shared some drinks. The Captain would have considered it a lack of responsibility, but after spending several days in the city, worried with the condition of the kingdom he had to protect, yet divided between the kingdom and the person he was already sure that was his Queen, he had finally broke down and joined Takeru that night to drown himself in alcohol like he had not done for a long time. In his mind, there was nothing besides the small cup of whine in front of him.
Takeru, however, was a completely different story. He had drunk night after night since they had arrived, and he would always wake up with the same moody face the next morning, yet completely established. Haruko had preferred to pass the drinking night and had stayed at the small room that he had rented for the previous night for both him and her to stay. Takeru had also rented a small room in the same place.
In the blonde's mind, images were passing and passing and all he wanted was to turn the damn switch off, at least at night, when his nightmares were worst and would have him awakening in the middle of the night screaming the brown haired woman's name. He wondered how she was and sometimes, he even wondered if she was still alive. Slowly he was beginning to loose hope. Since the attack on their ways to Oita, he had not heard from Yamato again and he was beginning to think his brother had forgotten about him and decided to kill Hikari the same. In a deep corner of his heart, he sometimes preferred to know that she was dead and not suffering then thinking of her in his brother's hands.
He picked the cup at the table and drank it in one gulp. Then he felt something on his back, acknowledging seconds later it had been Daisuke. "Don't worry." The captain said for what it seemed like the thousand time, but it could have been less or even more, Takeru wouldn't know, since he was already loosing track of them and everything else surrounding him. The Captain, though, was still sober and as he had said earlier, he intended to remain that way. His drink had already disappeared from his glass too and the always attentive barman was already filling the glasses with another dose.
The red haired man tried hard to keep his problems away, but even with the thankful help of the alcohol, it was being difficult. He wondered what had happened to his trusted soldier that he had sent with the message to the Queen. That letter was the only thing that connected his intensions to Natsuko. He didn't tell her that he knew about her identity. He thought that that was an unimportant fact at the moment. He would deal with the fact that she was a forgery later. He had given her straight instructions as to how organise their army in case of an invasion and the current status of the situation. Nothing that would leave her thinking what he knew, but enough to make sure the kingdom would be protected until his return.
But the Lady and Koushiro were taking more time than he had considered in their crossing and he was feeling helpless sitting there. He had even begun to doubt his decision. Maybe he should have gone to the kingdom instead of waiting for Sora to come back. The delay on the soldier's reply was making him nervous. He knew that the trip back to the castle wouldn't take more than a day and half with stops and he had told the soldier to go without stops. He trusted the man and this delay could only mean that the things over the palace were worst than he had thought.
Once again he obliged himself to shake those thoughts away. He drank the last of his drink and motioned the barman to come. He asked the bill and threw some coins to the counter. The blond was still in his thoughts and had not noticed that Daisuke had already paid and was preparing to leave. Only when the older man patted him in the back, Takeru stood, a little shaky at first but quickly steadying.
They walked out and the cold of the night seemed to have an awakening effect on the blond that opened his almost closed eyes and shook his head as trying to keep the sleepiness off from him. The bar was near the port and as the two man walked outside, they noticed a large ship boarding just then. They stood there, hoping that Sora and Koushiro would come out from the ship. But their hope faded when the several man aboard started downloading the charge of the ship. Yet, they kept staring at the boat, watching.
The cold breeze blew on Takeru ears and the blond shrank his shoulders as a chill came down his spine. When he opened his eyes again, something caught his attention in the corner of his eyes. He looked as two men exited the ship. They didn't stop to help downloading the cargo and just kept walking. For some reason they seemed strange in the night pattern of the cargo ship. Obviously they weren't sailors but passengers. But why come in a cargo ship when there should be a passengers' ship coming the next morning?
The blond continued to observe them. They wore black clothes and sometimes seemed to disappear between the shadows, their dark hairs mixing with the black night. One was shorter than the other and the taller one seemed to be having some troubles in walking. He clenched his stomach as he walked, as he was in pain. They walked fast, thought. Takeru touched his friend's arms slightly. "Huh!" the elder replied as he eyes his friend with a questionnaire look on his face. "Look at those two." The blond replied motioning to the two black clothed men. "What about them?" The Captain asked. "They look strange." Takeru said. The Captain took a more attentive look to the two men. There was definitely something weird about them, but having more important things to worry about, he deviated his friend attention, pushing him by the arm to the place they were staying. "Let's go to bed."
The King looked around him. He smiled mischievously. Everything his father had ever dreamed had become his. He had the power now. Tonight he was in a good mood. A pidgin had arrived earlier that morning. Yamato had been waiting for that message to come.
A young fearful blond man that to his misfortune looked too much like his brother Takeru had come running to tell "His Majesty, King Yamato. The message you were waiting for arrived." The King had been rather annoyed for the last few days since the small incident with Princess Mimi that now refused to join him at the table. But when the message arrived, he immediately put the issue to the back of his mind, remembering more important things to deal with.
He practically pushed the small folded paper from the boy's shaking hands. Reading it immediately, he couldn't help but giving a loud laugh that made the boy shiver from head to toes. At last, good news had reached his kingdom and from now on, he would have nothing more to worry about. His most feared enemy, Lady Sora, was dead.
Now, sitting in his large throne, with his golden crown over his head, he was still dazed by such a great new. His brother still hadn't been found and had made several victims among the people he had sent to catch him. It was said that he had been helped by the Captain of Natsuko's kingdom, Daisuke Motomiya, and a peasant girl. But at the moment he wasn't worried about him. he was having fun with Hikari and Takeru could wait. Eventually, Yamato knew that his little brother would come to him, to rescue his damsel in distress. Besides, he had already charged the frustration of not having him caught in the messenger boy, right after he had deliver the message. It would be a while till the boy could stand again. At his future kingdom, Natsuko was no longer a problem. In fact, she had given up sooner than he had thought. The few captive days had worked well and among his guard rumours that she was insane had begun to appear. Hikari was locked in a room to which only him had the key and Mimi didn't conceive an immediate problem. She would soon understand that no one would save her and that she was alone and then she would easily be controlled. He had thought about telling her that her precious cousin was dead, but he kept his cool and decided to wait for a more opportune moment.
Everything was going like wonder and he could just relax and sit on his throne. Stretching his arms, he stood up and walked through the door and into the great corridor that led to the stairs to the floor where he kept Mimi captive. With a smirk playing on his lips, he decided to pay another visit to his beloved soon to be wife.
Mimi lied on her bed, her eyes red from crying. She was all alone in the room and it had been like that since that fateful night. Yamato had locked Hikari away from her, smirking as he said she needed to be alone. She couldn't talk to her and the maids that he had set for her had also been dispensed from their services. She had not ate with him again and she refused to open the door every time he came to knock. Her food had been brought by servants that left the boards and were quickly invited to leave the room, coming back later to retrieve the same boards. She wondered how Hikari was doing, if she was okay or if Yamato was treating her badly, but there was no way of knowing. But she also wondered where Sora and Koushiro and Takeru were? Why hadn't they come to get her and Hikari already? A dozen of explanations had crossed her mind, most of them involving death and she had always tried to push those thoughts away, but it was getting difficult by the minute.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. She sat straight and wiped her eyes. Moving them to the window she noticed how late it was already. Food hadn't been brought to her yet and they usually did it early in the evening. Standing she walked to the door. "Who is it?" she asked, her voice still affected by the hiccups that had assaulted her during her sobs.
"Who could it be, my dear Mimi?" a well known voice replied from the other side. The chestnut haired immediately walked away from the door. "Go away. I've told that I will not have dinner with you anymore and that I won't let you in." she replied. She could hear Yamato laughing on the other side. "Indeed you have." He continued laughing. "But like I told you, I could go in anytime I wanted. Still I prefer to respect your wishes, my Lady. Perhaps I won't do that anymore." He said in a cruel and serious tone of voice. Mimi sat on her bed, her head down. "What do you want?" she asked. "Open the door. I have something to tell you." Yamato asked from the other side.
The Princess walked to the window, her back facing the door. "I won't. Tell what you want from outside." She heard Yamato curse something, but when he talked again, he seemed relatively calm. "I have something to tell you about your rescuers." He said. He could barely keep himself from laughing, knowing perfectly what he would say would crush her completely. But he wanted her to open the door so he could see her reaction. He didn't want to just throw down the door.
There was silence for a minute or two, as Mimi seemed to be considering the idea. "How can I know that you are telling the truth and that you are not going to hurt me?" she asked in an inquiring tone. Yamato smirked and whispered to himself. You can't. "I give you my word." He said. Still, the girl wasn't convinced. Nevertheless, he was right; he could have thrown down the door anytime he wanted. And she really wanted to hear what he had to say, news about the outside world. You have to try. She told to herself mentally.
Walking to the door, she unlocked and opened it slowly and with a defeated sigh, she watched as Yamato walked in and closed the door behind him. "Finally I get to see your face, My Queen." He bowed mischievously. The girl sat on the bed, hoping he wouldn't come too close, which he didn't.
"So, what did you wanted to tell me?" she asked, not really enthusiastic. Yamato picked a chair from the secretary and sat. "Well…it's about your beloved cousin." He smiled once again. Mimi's eyes widened. Something told her that what was coming was not good. "She's dead." He simply said with a burst of laugh following. The chestnut haired could feel the tears surfacing to her eyes. Her heart throbbed and she bit her lip in anger. Rising suddenly she threw herself on top of him, knocking him off the chair and punching him on the face with a strength that she didn't know she had.
"Your bastard. Why did you kill her? She had nothing to do with all this?" she cried, but the strength that invaded her wasn't sufficient to keep Yamato controlled and the second punch she tried to hit him with was deviated and their positions inverted, so he was now on top of her, holding her fists firmly. There was a small thread of blood coming from his bottom lip and he licked it before talking. "She has nothing to do with this?" he asked her with a mocking smile. "My darling, she has everything to do with this." He could see Mimi's confused glare. "Sora is the last heir to the throne. Your mother saved her. She couldn't finish the job and couldn't kill the poor child. But that is done now and she's dead. Now I have nothing to worry about." He replied.
"I don't believe you. You did not kill her." Mimi tried to convince herself, but it was no use. Deep in her mind, she didn't doubt any of his words and for her surprise she wasn't shocked at all with the news on the inheritance of her friend. But now she had more urgent things to worry about. The seconds she had been distracted had been enough for the evil King to stick his tongue in her mouth and his hand was way out of place, coming up her leg. She tried to struggle but there was nothing she could do. She was completely at his mercy.
Humm! So did you like it? I hope it wasn't as boring as the last ones. Dark Arrow is finally coming to an end.
Thanks to all reviewers and an appology to all Yamato's fans. I don't hate Yamato but I needed a bad guy, so...
To Dark's Assassin:
I think it is kind of clear what couples are in here, but ... well, it's Taiora (my favourite couple), Takari ( my second favourite) and Koumi because someone asked me. For the rest is Haruko/ Daisuke and nothing else...for now.
See ya