Dark Arrow
By Marie Darkholme
22. Arrival to The Dark Castle
It's dark. No, it's not that dark, my eyes are closed. I don't remember closing them. My head hurts. If I didn't know better I would say I have a hell of a hangover, but I didn't drink. I...now I remember. Darn it. I have to wake up.
Sora struggled to get her eyes open, but the pain in her head still remained and every muscle she moved seemed to start breaking. Slowly her eyes opened. Her vision was blurred and she could hardly distinguish a thing between the light that suddenly flooded her eyes. Then little circles started appearing, circles with forms, until those forms took full shape. She found herself in a large place, it wasn't the forest anymore. There was a ceiling and there were sounds. She could hear people talking, manly voices.
"You are finally awake." A mocking voice said. She heard the steps and tried to move and her muscles obeyed, though they ached like she had never thought possible. In a clumsy movement she managed to get herself off the place she was laying, realising it was a bed, and landed on the other side from where the voice had come. She reached for her katana, but it wasn't there. In fact, there wasn't a thing there. Her boots were gone and she found herself in bare feet, which meant one of her knives was gone; the same goes for the rest of her clothes and therefore for the knives she had hidden in her clothes. She found herself wearing a rather long dress. Her first thought was that it was going to difficult her movements during an eventual fight, but once she had taken a second look at herself, she realised maybe that wasn't the worst of the dress. If it had been in other circumstances and in front of other people, she might have liked the dress. In fact it was a very beautiful one, but not for a battle situation and neither to be seen by one of her worst enemies, a man that had sent to kill her.
The dress was long and covered her feet and almost her entire body. It had long big black sleeves that covered her hands. At the top of the sleeves there was a cut that made them look like they were worn like gloves and there was a red thin ribbon that tied at the sides. The dress adapted perfectly at her shaped waist with a big black liaison at the back. It covered her entire chest up to her neck and in her breast area it was filled with a mix of black and red ribbons that crossed each other.
"I'm glad you like the dress." The mocking voice spoke. The auburn haired took her eyes from the dress and met eye to eye with Yamato. The King was facing her from the other side of the bed. She was in a large room decorated in black mostly. She straightened herself. "I thought that I was coming here on my own free will." She spit. The blond smirked. "Well, I'm never sure when it comes to you, so I decided to kidnap you the same." He smiled as he began walking to the foot side of the bed. "Besides…" he stopped facing the ceiling. "…it much more fun kidnapping a damsel."
While the blond was talking, the auburn haired tried to find something that she could use as a weapon. He had not his katana or any weapon as far as she could see. But his as tricky as a snake so I can't trust my eyes on this. She told herself. She could see him approaching. He was outlining the bed, touching with his hand the soft fabric. There was nothing that she could use, unless she was planning on threaten him with the sheets. Her hands would have to do the thing.
"First of all, I would like you to tell me what do you want from me, besides killing, of course." The auburn haired tried to buy time as she slowly, step by step made her way around, trying to get as far as possible from Yamato and at the same time, next to door and away from the doors. He smiled and for brief seconds it made her remember Takeru's trouble smirks. "Second, and before you kill me, I would like to see Hikari and Mimi." she said. He laughed. He had made his way around the bed, but the girl had made her way around him and directly to the door.
"I don't think you are in position to make demands." He stated. The auburn haired struggled to keep her coolness. Her will was to throw herself on him, kill him and then search for her friends and get out, but she didn't know if he had weapons, and neither did she know what was waiting for her once she would be out of those doors and without any kind of weapon, facing trained armed guards would be a rather impossible job.
"But I can answer your first question, I guess." Yamato replied. "I'm not planning to kill you. At least not in the next few hours. I always have to change my plans when it comes to you." He smirked. "As for what I want with you, well… I could hardly believe you were alive, but my sources are trustworthy. I remember now to congratulate you for surviving poising. But getting ahead. I wanted to see with my own eyes that you were alive. As for what I'm planning to actually do with you, I'm not sure myself. I thought it would be good to have you around, after all you are a good fighter." The auburn haired and the blond were by now in opposite positions. Sora was on the foot side of the bed and Yamato was straight ahead of her. Her back facing the door.
"Of course that I know you would never join me, but I can be very persuasive sometimes. I think your friends' lives would be enough to make you bent. And I'm not talking about killing them, after all I can do so much more things to her when they are alive." His eyes shone in a lunatic kind of way. Sora felt like to throw a dagger to his heart and ripped it out…slowly.
"By the way, they think you're dead. Mimi at least, I'm not sure about the other one. My brother always had a tendency to chose strong hearted bitches." He laughed. "Don't you dare speaking of Hikari like that." Sora exploded. Her fiery temper got the best of her and she wasn't about to cool it off. "Hum, so it is true, you are a tempered one. My father always told me that you were like your mother. I guess he meant not only in temper but in body as well. Her dress fits you perfectly." He smirked.
The auburn haired looked at the dress and a tear threatened to fall. She noticed a spot on it, right in the middle of the stomach. A red spot. She touched it with her hand. "I always thought the dress was beautiful, but that damn blood refused to get out and I could never…" a strong pain suddenly hit his right cheek, and before he realized what had happened, the auburn haired hit him in the stomach. But she stepped over the dress and lost her balance, falling to the ground. She struggled to get up, but too late, Yamato was already over her, preventing her from getting up. She tried to hit him, but he held her arms over her head. "This wasn't the way I was imagining our first meeting." He replied mockingly with an evil grin over his lips.
"You are right. I had imagined it would have been blood, your blood dripping from my katana." she replied bitterly. The blond made negative sounds with his tongue. "No, it would have been blood yes, but not mine. It would have been your blood, my darling." He whispered in her ear. "But I wasn't talking about that either. I was into another mood. You know, Mimi didn't struggle, but that doesn't surprise me that much. After all, she is the daughter of a whore." He continued. Yamato was clearly trying to make the auburn haired angry and it was managing it, and well. The girl struggled at all times and he had a rough time holding her. "If you dared to touch any of them I'm going to make your death a slow, painful and horrible show." She threatened. However, she knew that, right now, she could do nothing besides trying to hit him with her words. And it wasn't working. Nevertheless she had to try, at least to try and ease her own hatred.
"I'm sure you would like to, but I'm not giving you the chance." He calmly said as he got off her and straightened his clothes. "As for your second request, I might join you all three at lunch today. I'm sure little Hikari would like to eat something, which is of course if she can get up at all." he laughed as he walked to the door. The auburn haired ran after him but he was already after reach and had closed the door behind him. She slammed her fists on the door, making a loud sound that echoed along with her voice. "You are going to die, Yamato Ishida."
Once he was gone, the girl examined her surrounding better. There was a closet on the opposite wall to the door. She walked to it and opened it. There were some clothes there, mostly dresses, some sheets and, joy of joy, her boots. Come to look better in between the dresses there were also her clothes. She wondered why he had left them there. Surely he didn't think she wouldn't open the closet. Well, maybe it was one of those mistakes people make when they are too sure of themselves. She quickly took the dress off and folded it carefully, making a mental note to try to take it back, and dressed her pants and shirt. Her knives weren't there anymore, what was to expect since they were under her clothes, tied to her upper leg and both her arms. Then she grabbed her boots. She watched them, trying to make sure they hadn't be touched and they hadn't and for her disbelief they hadn't been intelligent enough to search under the protection, where a small knife was hidden, This surely is my lucky day.
Packing her founds in a place they would be hard to find but easy to reach, she went to the door and tried to listen the sounds outside. There were steps, probably from the servants, walking from one way to the other. Takeru said the guest rooms were in the same floor as Yamato's rooms and Mimi's. I wonder if she's close…
In the same corridor, about three rooms away, the chestnut haired had already dressed herself and prepared for another day in captivity. In no time, a few servants, the same as always would begin their usual ritual. First they would bring her breakfast at the first hours of the morning. It would be a board with some fruits, milk and bread.
She stood from the bed, where she had been lying, facing the ceiling and started stretching her legs. They ached like they always did in the last few days. She missed her walks around the garden, her long walks. Now, locked up like some wild animal in that room, her legs were beginning to feel the difference, even though the chamber wasn't small, but just the walk from her room to the dinning room would make a difference. She bent down sometimes and touched her feet with her fingers. Never had she been an athletic woman but she always had a good flexibility and she liked, even so often to make some exercises. It made her feel better.
With a long exasperated sigh she sat again. She felt like to throw herself against the door and see if it would break down, but she decided against it. She wasn't Sora. She couldn't just hurt herself knowing perfectly well there was no way she would have enough strength to throw down the door. Besides, Sora was dead. No, you have to keep your hope. He was just telling you that so you would loose hope and make no objections when he tries to marry you. Yes, tries, because is not going to make me marry him. I would rather die.
The time seemed to just walk by, but when before an hour seemed to pass in a minute, now it was exactly the opposite, and a minute seemed to take an hour to get through. But the time continued to pass, just like before. Minutes were still minutes and hours were still hours, nothing had changed, except in her mind, where the time seemed to get lost in long roads and sometimes, instead of going ahead, it started moving backwards and the minutes started to run back, and instead of future it was past again. And then, her mind would travel so far, farther than she consciously thought possible, back to the day when she couldn't still keep her memories on long term. But they were there; hidden in some dark secret place of her brain, kept somewhere safe, when not even her could reach…consciously.
She was awoken from her slumber by a soft knock on the door. Then, even before she had completely acknowledge the fact that someone had knocked the person entered. "My Lady…Mimi, you have to wake up. King Yamato requests your presence at lunch today. My Lady, you must get dress."
The sleeping Princess sat and tried to adjust to the light that had engulfed her. She recognized the voice that was calling her and little by little she began to see again. It was Li Hong. She suppressed a scream, putting her hand over her mouth. Her face was of pure hatred and pity, but the hate was what surfaced. "What did that stupid, self-centred, bastard do to you?" she asked as she raised and tried to find something suitable to replace Yamato and take her anger instead. She found none, and her fingernails craved deep into her palms, leaving marks. But the hatred was quickly replaced with concern to the poor girl. Li was miserable. Her beautiful features had been marked forever. There was a burning mark on her cheek, a mark like the ones people use to mark animals like cows and horses.
Mimi touched the girl's skin and Li shivered. My goodness… that…that…animal. I should…she muttered in her mind, trying to mentally kill Yamato. No, not just simply kill him; he had to suffer first, he had to die, nice and slowly; begging for mercy; begging for her to kill him and save him from the suffering. She sighed. But she couldn't make that to him; no matter how many bad things he would do how many poor innocent people he tortured, she just…couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to do any of those things.
Her hands fell to Li's shoulders and with tears welling up in her eyes, she brought the girl closer to her and hugged her, trying to comfort her, but knowing that now it was over, for now, at least. But who could know. She felt so helpless. She wasn't the person who was suffering most with all that. Li was suffering more than her; Hikari was suffering more than her, no doubt there either. She didn't know where the girl was, she didn't even know if she was alive, but she distrusted that Yamato wouldn't kill her without telling her, to make her suffer a little more, to bend her a little more. But wherever she was, the chestnut haired was sure that she was suffering.
"One he's going to pay. Just you wait. My friends will come to save me and they'll make him pay…" she assured the girl. But deeply she was trying to assure herself that everything was going to be okay and just like any fairy tales, Koushiro would come save her at the last moment and the bad guy would die or be sentenced to abandon the kingdom forever never to bother them again, and it would all end well, and they would live happily ever after. But life isn't a fairy tale, and in real life, bad guys could win and the good guys could loose; the bad guys could live evil forever and the good guys could rot in the floor with the rats.
"My Lady…" Li broke Mimi away from her pessimistic thoughts. "King Yamato requires your presence at lunch. You need to get dressed. He demanded that you would look beautiful." The dark haired said with an hurry look on her face. The chestnut haired crossed her arms over her chest and made a stubborn look. "I'm not going." She replied. "But, my Lady, you have too. He specially required you because he has visitors." Li said. Mimi's eyes widened. "Visitors…!"
The auburn haired girl walked around the room impatiently. She wasn't sure if it was lunch time already. In her mind there were all kinds of doubts. But the most pertinent of them all, and that in the end, it summoned all the others were the same as at least two other people in the castle: Mimi and Hikari. Are we going to get out of here alive? In the beginning she had had no doubts about it, nor when she planned the actions to take once she was gone, nor when she first arrived at the forest that night. But since the morning, she had reviewed her plan so many times. nothing was failure prove, but she would like to think that her plan was close to it, but now she was beginning to think of so many thinks that could ruing everything. Even though she had thought of them before, she was beginning to wonder if there weren't too many conditions, too many ways that everything could just fall apart.
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when someone unlocked and opened the door. The auburn haired girl came face to face with one of the most feared man, and supposedly the most loyal, in Yamato's long list of bad guys. The ugly, wicked, depraved Fujitsuo had come himself to take her to the dinning chamber where everything was ready and King Yamato was waiting for her. She cast him a nasty look as she prepared to leave the room, but she was stopped by his fingers pressing on her shoulder.
"What!" she eyed him with eyes full of anger and a look of superiority to which he just smirked at. "You should be properly dress to eat with the King." He said as he pushed her back inside. The auburn haired looked at him, searching for any hint of a joke, but he wasn't joking. "You better get dressed. After all, the lunch is in your honour and you don't want to make everyone wait, do you?" he provoked her, pushing her again. He was obviously trying to make her loose her balance and fall. He would just love seeing me on the ground, at his feet. She thought bitterly. Knowing she had no other choice, she turned back to the closet. Now I'm beginning to have a clue about why he left my clothes here.
She took her mother's tainted dress. Fujitsuo kept staring after her, and the auburn haired was sure he wasn't going to deviate is eyes, even if asked him, gently. Biting her bottom lip in an attempt to calm herself and not kill him, she quickly removed her shirt. Fortunately for her, she had hidden the knife in her legs and not on her chest or arms and so, he couldn't see it. However he could still see her tanned body. She had white bandages enveloped around her chest so her breasts wouldn't be so noticeable in the clothes she wore and the only visible thing was in fact a little under her neck, and her belly.
Fujitsuo watched her, his hand over the handle of his katana. She could tell he felt somewhat frightened or intimidated by her and she smirked at that. Quickly putting on the beautiful black and red dress, she then proceeded to remove her pants so Fujitsuo wouldn't see her knife, hidden under her skirt. Then she stood and straightened herself. The man grinned and made a noise with his tongue. "Very nice indeed." He stretched his hand to her and pretended to be a gentleman. "My Lady…" Sora, however, simply ignored him and passed right by him and into the hall. She could tell he had been hurt in his pride by her insubordination and once again, her plan begun to seem appropriated and practicable.
Hikari felt herself being shaken. For a few moments her blurred, sleepy vision saw a young good looking blond, but as it cleared, she could see one of the servants that used to bring her her meals. She quickly sat on the bed and that caused her head to hurt and her eyes to blur again. She felt dizzy, but she stood her ground. "What is it?" she asked as the servant girl stood before her. "My Lady, King Yamato requests your presence at a lunch that is going to happen now." The woman informed. The young brown eyed felt a huge will to laugh. He was inviting her for lunch. But of course that wasn't an invitation, it was an order. "He'll probably just wants to put poison on my food and watch as I die." She murmured to herself more than to the girl, which had already directed herself to the closet and took one of the dresses there. For a lonely King, Yamato sure has a lot of dresses. She thought, but it then occurred her that he should have concubines or something like that.
The servant girl illuminated the room with a lamp that she had brought and tried to open the windows but it was of no use. They were locked. Seeing as she wasn't going to open them, she just lightened some of the oil lamps around the room, and for the first time in…days, weeks… Hikari saw a brighter light.
The girl put the dress over the bed, and for Hikari's surprise it was actually nothing special. It was a simple yellow dress with no big necklines or anything. She moved to the border of the bed and stood, but as she came to realise seconds before, she wasn't fit enough to stand. She was too weak to hold herself up. How am I going to your stupid lunch if I can't stand? She asked the Yamato in her head that she had spanked some times.
With the help of the servant girl, Hikari was able to get dress. The woman also cleaned her up, and gave her something to eat. "I took this from the kitchen." She informed as she took a piece of bread and an apple. "I'm so sorry for everything. It really isn't our fault, Lady Hikari." The servant told her with an apologetically face. The brown haired girl smiled. Of course not. It's Yamato's fault. She thought as she took the bread and quickly ate it. of course the effects of something decent to eat wouldn't be immediate and it took the servant and another girl to help Hikari to get to the dinning room.
Yamato was sitting in his usual chair, like the last time she had had dinner with him and Mimi, but there was no one else there. It was some kind of trap. He was going to do something to her. She was sure of it. The two girls helped her sitting and then bowing fearfully to their King, they retrieve themselves, leaving her alone with the beast. The brown haired felt so helpless. She was completely at his mercy. He could do anything to her because she wouldn't have enough strength to strike back. In spite of that, he just sat there, eyeing her. She could see nonetheless, a smirk crossing his lips so often. In her mind, she yelled at him, she held his neck and pressed, seeing his face turn all kind of colours as he asphyxiated. But she was still quietly sitting in that chair, not saying a word, or moving a muscle.
Only after a while, as her fear begun diminishing, she noticed there were two more plates in the table besides hers and Yamato's. She wondered who else would be coming to the lunch. She pondered Mimi, and she was almost certain about her presence, but there was still a plate. Who else would be coming?
Besides the plates, she noticed there was no food on the table yet. There were some flowers but nothing that could actually be called food. But by the time, Hikari wouldn't mind eating the flowers either. She had been told that rose petals taste good but she had never really tried it. She eyed longing to her plate, wishing there would be something to eat in it. She could picture herself in a completely different scenario. Takeru was in Yamato's place and the table was full. All their friends were there. Koushiro was sitting right beside Mimi and Sora was at her side, talking about another battle with Jyou. Then there was her mother, and not farther from her place, it was her brother. They were all smiling and eating. Her hand was over Takeru's and he was smiling to her, gently stroking her hand, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine.
She shook her head. No, I can't do this to myself. They are not here. Takeru is not her and neither are Mimi or Koushiro. They are dead. Taichi is dead. He's dead for so long. Why are you bringing him back? You want to suffer all over again because you are bringing his image back? And Jyou is dead too. Sora saw him dying. She had his blood on her hands, on her clothes. And she's dead too. Yamato killed her. And so is my mother. This isn't real. I'm dreaming. All this is a dream, even if I would like it to be the truth and all that I've been through had just been an awful nightmare. But it wasn't. This is the illusion. They are dead.
She closed and opened her eyes and the table was empty. Yamato wasn't there, and she began wondering if he had been there at all. Her mind was beginning to play tricks on her. She was beginning to get delusional. A tear threatened to drop from the corner of her eye, but it froze with the sound of paces. She did not dare looking at the place from where the paces were coming. At any moment, a knife would cross her neck, she was sure of it. But the cold never came. Instead, a figure appeared in front of her. She thought she was dreaming again, seeing things. But as the more she looked at it, the more she convinced herself that was real.
"Hikari!" the familiar voice came. There were no voices in her illusions. They never talked. They only wandered around, smiling and touching her. But they never spoke. "Mimi!" her voice sounded distant and fake, even to herself. But there was no falsehood in the person in front of her. It was real, Mimi was really there, and much for her happiness she was still the Mimi she had known. Apparently Yamato hadn't done anything to her.
The two girls smiled and embraced each other. Hikari forgot about her condition and almost fell over the chestnut haired as she rose from the chair. The girl helped her sitting and clutched her face between her hands. "My goodness Hikari, what has he been doing to you?" Mimi asked, her face a mask of anger and concern. "I'm okay. I've just…not been eating properly, but…I'm so glad to see you. I thought I would never see you again." Tears escaped from both their eyes, and they shed as they held each other, trying not to ever let go.
"Very touching." Came a mocking voice. So he had been there, she hadn't imagined it. He had been there but then he left. Yamato moved from the corner from where he had been watching everything that had been happening. Mimi glared at him, the tears still visible in her eyes and face, being replaced by a cold ice glare capable of crossing a wall. If looks killed, Yamato would have died the most painful death he could imagine.
"But take a sit, my darling." He motioned Mimi the chair where she had set before. The girl did as she was told and sat, holding hands with Hikari. She noticed the fourth plate in the table. "Are we waiting for someone?" she asked coldly as he sat in his chair too. The blond eyed her and smirked. "It's a surprise for you." He replied amused.
Mimi was about to say something when paces where heard on the corridor. No one turned to see who it was. "There you are." A voice said, and both of the girls recognized it as being Fujitsuo's. The steps continued, but they seemed to fade. No, the person was walking slower.
Hikari felt a presence behind her, but she didn't dare to look back. Mimi, however, did. A scream froze in her throat. Her feature were pale, like she had seen a ghost, and the brown haired girl could only think of the worse. He is really going to kill us and he even brought the executioner to do it here.
Yamato smiled and stretched his arms as to welcome the guest. "Welcome." He mocked her. The auburn haired threw him a deadly glare. "Go to hell." She replied. Hikari's eyes widened. Could it be? Voices, she was beginning to hear voices…? No, it wasn't in her mind. It was right there, behind her. She felt a pair of arms around her and Sora's sweet scent. She heard her voice. I'm here now. Everything's going to be okay. Saying the words she had been expecting to hear. An then Mimi threw her arms around both the girls and the trio hugged. It didn't matter Yamato was there watching and mocking them. Sora was alive. Sora was there. Everything is going to be okay. Yes, now she had nothing to worry about. Surely Sora was there to save them, and in no time, Takeru and Koushiro would wind in there and kick asses.
They broke their embrace and Sora took her seat. Mimi watched her. The auburn haired seemed different. Something had changed. Her hair was shorter, that's for sure, but that was something else. Scars. She had scars on her face and a twinkle on her eyes. She seemed more mature but at the same time, she didn't seem older. In the end, she was still Sora with a few more battle scars and experience.
"Now, all the family is together." The blond continued in his mocking tone, but no one seemed to care for him anymore. For his dismay, Hikari seemed to be regaining her colours and with it her strength. And Mimi seemed to look renewed too. But the worst was that both the girls shined with hope. Hope that the woman before them, the wild girl that should be Queen would be there to save them. And even if the possibility was completely out of question, he feared those looks in their eyes. The looks that told them they weren't going to give up.
With a gesture of his hand, lunch began to be served. Like the last time, dozens of servants walked around the table with all kinds of food and drinks. Hikari was the first to eat. She didn't care anymore if the food was poisoned or no. She just had to eat, otherwise she would spend the rest of her days sitting in a chair or lying in a bed. Mimi was more reserved and ate only after Yamato started and as for Sora, the girl didn't eat at all, or drank for that matter.
The blond grinned. "Don't you eat?" he asked, putting down his fork and knife. "I wouldn't anyway but someone neglect to give me some tools." She replied simply. Of course she knew the reason why she hadn't neither fork or knife or spoon. They are so afraid that not even a spoon they give me. Glad I have my own tools. She thought. "And just because we are speaking of tools, I have not found my katana among my clothes and neither my bag or my bow." She replied. Yamato smiled and clapped his hands two times. Fujitsuo came into the room. In his hands were both her katana and her bag with the respectively bow and arrows in it.
"Everything is being good taken care of." He informed her. The girl followed Fujitsuo with her eyes as he crossed the room and sat on a chair on the other side of where the table was, putting down her things on the floor with a smirk. She smiled at him and his smirk disappeared. She was counting the time. If anything would be going as planned, anytime soon….
A strong sound was heard on the outside of the castle. Everyone was startled. Everyone…except Sora. Another explosion followed the first, this time near and the auburn haired took it as a clue to act. Rising from her chair at an amazing speed, she grabbed the knife Yamato had put down seconds before and rolled. Fujistuo made a movement, but the girl pressed the blade harder on Yamato's neck and it started to bleed, a small thread of blood. The next two seconds would be crucial. She had not time to fool around.
"Mimi, get my things." She ordered the girl. The chestnut did as she was told and ran to get Sora's things. The man made intents to resist, but was forced to give up when Yamato gestured him to hand her the things. Mimi ran back to Sora. She knew her time had run short. At any time, guards would enter and her back would be an easy target. Besides, even with a knife on his neck, Yamato wouldn't give up that easily. She pressed it harder. She pondered the idea. With a kick she threw Yamato to the same corner where Fujitsuo was. Almost at the same time, she took her katana and put her bag on her back. "These way." She told them. Hikari was up, but she wouldn't be able to keep up. Mimi helped her, putting one of the girl's arm around her shoulders. They walked to the door but too late. Three guards had already entered. She had to think quickly. She could fight but neither Mimi or Hikari could help her, besides the fact they would be kind of an obstacle.
"The kitchen, quickly." She told them and the two girl backed out to the door from where the servants came. Closed. They were cornered. The auburn haired took a deep breath. "You can't run now, Sora." Yamato said as he seized his katana. "Your tomb will be right here in this very room." "I think not." She replied. Taking her bag she threw it to the girls. "Use it. You just need to point and let go." She told them. Besides the bow and arrows she also had some small knifes, darts and powders.
"Now, it's you and me." Yamato replied. He sent the guards after the two girls and motioned Fujitsuo. The man remained on its place, but the auburn haired could see that he was ready to attack in case something happened. "You and me." She repeated.
Hello everyone. Thank you for reviewing andsorry for the delay with the chapter.
It seems that the story is coming to an end finally. Will someone die? Will the good guys win?
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