Kiyoshi and Anda
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"Youkai?"
Kagome flinched as Taji's screech echoed throughout the room. Her ears flattened, her tail hid between her legs as she whimpered. Kagome tried not to tell her daughter that her eyes were flashing . . . that she looked just like . . . just like an youkai version of . . .
"Mama? What's wrong?"
Kagome snapped her head up. Wincing as she looked at Sora's form again, the jewel, which brightened with each and every beat of his heart, dangled in Kagome's fingers. "I'm going to have to protect the jewel once again." Kagome stated, thinking against giving it to Taji.
Taji pouted. Her long bushy tail lashed behind her. "Why can't I do it? I mean . . . I know how to use my powers!"
Kagome flinched again and scratched her hair. 'She's going to . . . she's going to flip.'
Kagome bit her lip as she looked at her daughter. Dressed in a belly shirt, the crests that covered her belly and her face were completely adorable, even if she was a teenager. Kagome would never get used to not commenting on her crests. "About that . . ."
Taji cringed and sat down next to the bed. Sora . . . whose shirt had discentagrated by the time she had come to, laid on the bed in what seemed like a coma. His hair, which had finally fallen over his face in a sweaty mess beckoned to her. . . begged her to run her fingers t hrough the soft strands. She refrained when her eyes instinctively pulled to the wounds on his shoulders.
She licked her lips. 'Blood . . . smell . . . nice . . . '
Leaning forward, she sniffed his frail, pale body and cringed when her blood began rushing throughout her body . . . a painful burn that made her groan. Kagome . . . with a wince . . . placed her hand on her shoulder, burning her and making her recoil.
Kagome reached over and lifted Taji's necklace up over her head. Wincing when Taji tried to take it back . . . only to be burned again, Kagome held the fang in the palm of her hand. Closing her eyes, she mumbled a prayeer, and then, she sunk her fangs into her wrist.
Now, Taji had never seen anything like this before. The smell of her mother's blood made her cringe inwardly, made her whine and flatten her ears when she went to lick the blood. Kagome mainly uttered a soft growl, and tilted her arm so that the blood flowed and covered the fang. The fang glowed with a mysterious light . . . and turned crimson. "What's that?"
Kagome sighed and put it back over Taji's head. "It's . . . a condemning spell. Whenever your in danger of losing control---it'll burn until you calm down."
Taji looked confused---and hurt. "But . . . there's nothing wrong with me! I can just simply break the spell if I need to, right?"
Kagome wrung her hands in her skirt and refused to look at her daughter. "Taji . . . your humanity . . . is gone."
"My . . . what!"
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Awakening with a groan, her brown hair fell over her face in exotic waves as she sat up and looked around. Groaning as her gaze fell on the waterfall, she sighed and tried to remember what happened before she passed out---which only gave her the strongest headache of her life.
She remembered nothing but a jewel. She didn't remember the name of it, all she remembered was a jewel. It made her frustrated, but something told her this was all she needed. She felt nervous, queasy, and she groaned again when she tried to stand. "Maybe I should . . . make me something to eat," She said, eyes landing on a orange tree not far from her."
She soon realized she remembered how to hunt, and how to start a fire. But it was impossible for her to remember who taught her thses things, or her name, or where she had come from. But---for three days she settled in a cave not far from the waterfall, and for three days she made a living in this weird place, deciding on the name Anda until she could remember her birth name.
Awakening at the crack of dawn was something she had grown accustomed to. After taking a nap from hunting and making lunch and dinner for later, she sat up and fixed her clothing. She had nothing else to wear, and certainly there had to be another life form around, on the count of she remembered waking up with a bucket by the pond at dawn, but by the end of the day it was gone.
Standing up to go and wash up, she tied her hair into a braid and tossed it over her shoulder as she walked. Though she had never strayed far from the area, she had memorized it very well---which surprised her greatly. She came to the conclusion she was taught survival skills when she was young---some very strange survival skills as well.
Remembering something further than that always led to a headache, so she left it alone. But instead of finding animals as the foot of the pond of this beautiful morning, she felt the presence of something. 'How did I---'
Her breath caught in her throat. A young boy, who looked about no more than 15 kneeled, washing his face and humming to himself silently. He had no idea she was around, and he picked up his shirt and wiped his face before repeating the action before looking around. Then he resumed his task. 'Why does he look familiar? My heart---leaps for joy. But---why?'
She then noticed his whole form was wet, which meant he must have went swimming. His fairly long blonde hair clung to the defines of his face---his sapphire eyes darkening when he looked around again. He stood up and began walking over to where she was standing. She nearly screamed but thought against it, turning and fleeing back to the cave.
'That boy . . .' She mused as she controled her breathing after a couple of minutes. Looking at her hands, she tried to remember. She wanted to remember her name, her family, where she had come from.
Cringing when the headache began to chastise her, she stood up and walked to the far end of the cave. About a hour later, she went back to the pond, intending on getting her morning swim. Though she had no soap, she could at least take a dip, right?
Stripping off her undergarments, but leaving on the oversized shirt she was wearing, she plunged into the water, her hair coming loose from the braid she had put it in and flowing out behind her. Resurfacing, she began swimming back to the floor, playing with the fish and small animals until she felt as if her lungs had enough.
Coming back to the shore, she leaned forward and drank some of the water. Sighing when her throat felt better, she gathered her clothes, wrung her hair out, and walked away.
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Sora watched as she plunged into the water. The secret of something wholly beautiful, the whispers of the unknown---her presence wrapped around him like a heated blanket, comforting him and playing with his senses at the same time. He thought he caught a glimpse of her watching him earlier, but she fled before he could say something to her.
Fear gripped around his throat when he told himself to say something to her. She looked lost, lonely, and he had a feeling he knew why, too. 'She'd just run away.'
So, he watched in silent fascination as the beauty relieved herself from the heat over and over again, her hair clinging to her face and form like a second skin. Dressed in nothing but a t-shirt that made him cringe, she was utterly mysterious . . . yet he felt as if her knew her at the same time.
What was it about this girl that made his heart leap for joy? When he saw her he instantly wanted to run to her. But he didn't know what his name was. When he asked Yuki about what she had called him earlier, she had explained she thought he was her son. She said she didn't know his name either. 'So make one up.' She had told him.
Well, in the first place, if he went to talk to her and she asked him his name what would he say? Coming off I don't know was sure to get him kicked in the groin. She looked pretty strong despite her little form. She was daring anything and everything to catch her off guard, silently threatening the one being who wished to do her harm. But her aura---it held a sad, confused nature about it. Also---it seemed to be missing something.
He watched as she leaned forward, and clumsily took a drink of the spring water. Her lips looked so soft---so enchanting. He had to know her name . .. he just had to learn this woman's name. He gathered up his courage, until she began to walk away.
Her brown hair shone in the light far after she left, her raven eyes piercing through his for a split second. Her presence made the trees sing, the grass dance and the bird gossip long after her form disappeared.
This went on for the next week. Everyday he went to the pond and watched her as she went for a morning swim, and she took a swim, he learned, after dinner. Now the time she made dinner varied. He learned she liked to play with the animals, and made friends with the animals of the forest. He heard her laugh once as the squrriuls played around her feet. It was soft, gentle, and made him shudder.
She seemed like an angel---something much to perfect to be in a place like this. And every other day, she went too the mountain and sat down, watching the stars for what seemed like eternity before she mumbled something, like a prayer and went home with tears coming down her face.
He just knew---knew in his heart that he had to get to know this awesome woman. So, he went back to the hut and began to scheme.
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Shaking her head as dread began to overcome her whole form, she stumbled back a little, dropping to her knees and digging her face in her hands. Tears of hurt and unbelieve began overflowing, falling into her hands and then onto the hard floor. Kagome didn't need to say anything else. She nearly just reassured her daughter by dropping to her and whispering comforting words. "How did this happen?"
Kagome shook her head. Should she tell her? What would happen if Taji found out?"Not right now," She decided. "I'll explain everything when your brother's come home from work. Your dad is at Sesshomaru's right now, okay honey. Would you like to talk to him?"
Taji shook her head, cringing when her mother kissed her forehead and walked out of the room. As soon as she shut the door, Taji crawled over to the and kissed Sora, who seemed to be in a coma, on the cheek. "I'm so sorry . . . it's all my fault!" She whispered.
Her long bushy tail lashed about furiously, and her crests turned even bolder. Her fangs which had grown, as well as her claws dug into the mattress. With a crest on each cheek, as well as a triangle inside a circle was cround her belly button.
He shrugged as he scooted closer, allowed her to feed him a spoonful of her ice cream. "I don't know, how about a movie?"
Taji flushed and giggled as he kissed her cheek and ignored the stares that were coming from all around them. She was completely happy with being with him, no one there to disturb them, no one there to do anything to ruin the moment.Sora whimpered playfully and sighed when she gave him another taste of her ice cream. "Yours is right there," She commented dryly.
He chuckled. "Yours tastes better." He countered with a shrug. Rolling her eyes, she allowed him to hungrily devour the rest of her ice cream without complaining, watching in absolute amazement when his eyes glowed, causing the booth around them to have a holy shine as she became lost in the depths of his gaze. "Sora," She whispered, her voice so soft it startled him.
He sighed happily, licked his lips. "Hmmm?"
"I . . . I think I want to kiss you . . . "
"What's stopping you?" He murmured back.
Choking back a sob, Taji looked at her blood covered fingers. 'Blood . . . smell . . . nice.'
She licked her lips . . . control slipping as he skin beckoned to her. Her thirst for his blood had to be satisfied immediately. The desire began painful . . .an agonizing throbbing in her veins followed by a flash of a white-hot burn that covered her whole body. She whimpered and bared her fangs, running her tongue over them.
Sora smiled and wiped her cheeks with the pad of his thumb. Then he pushed her bangs out of her eyes, staring down at her, his sapphire eyes shining like a diamond.
The moonlight made her eyes seem an almost unnatural color, gave her soft, creamy skin a blue look. Her long eyelashes tickled her cheeks, her slightly red cheeks giving her the look of an innocent child. She was too beautiful to be human, yet too human to be hanyou. Staring down at her, wrapping one of his arms around her waist and pulling her close to his chest, it wasn't long before her lips parted and she began shivering. Sighing, he stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt, draping it around her shoulders and pulling her back into the embrace. "But what about---"
He placed his fingers on her lips. "It's okay, I'm fine---"
A smothered gasp was all that was heard as she leaned forward, placing her lips on his fingers. Then she felt her tiny fingers anxiously pulling down his arm, and before he knew it, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a deep kiss.
The honey of the first kiss, the magic of a kinetic storm engulfed them both. Tender and soft, a whisper of movement, a flutter of sensation shot through her as her belly erupted, tumbling over and over. The single brush of her lips against his set off a chain reaction absolute fire that culminated in a low moan as he dragged her closer, stifling her gasp as his tongue darted past her lips. Delightful sensation swirled around him, lost in the smell, the feel, the taste of her.
He pulled back, laying his head on her forehead with a soft smile toying on the corner of his lips. She sighed as she allowed her eyes to flutter close, willed her breathing to return to regular as he scent spiked out of control. Her knees buckled, and when he began nibbling on her bottom lip, she moaned.
'Mate . . . smell . . . nice . . . blood . . .hurts.'
Taji growled as she ran her claws over his pale skin. Licking her lips again, a fire ignited deep within her. She grazed her fangs over his arm, feeling the blood begin to rush. His slow heart beat slowed even more, and Taji balanced the tip of her fang on his creamy skin---when something other than the burn of her hunger made her cry out.
His chest began glowing, and a whole burned into his shirt as blood poured down his chest. Appearing on his chest was the same crest she held, and she watched as the Shikon No Tama drifted into the room, followed by Kagome. The Shikon No Tama hovered above his chest, and before she could comment, plunged into his chest, causing his body to hover over the bed again. Next thing Taji knew---she was struck by a bolt of energy and sent flying into the opposite wall before a barrier covered his whole body---plus the bed. "Oh, boy," Kagome muttered as she helped Taji to her feet.
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Anda smiled as she sat on the hill overlooking the large clearing. The cool night air was crisp---clean. It wasn't something she was introduced to often, and she had a good feeling she was going to be here for a long time. She had already been herefor a week, and she was enjoying every minute of it. It seems other people lived her, because every morning when she went to swim at the pond, there was a basket with a new gift in it. Odd, really how beautiful the fact that there was somebody who cared.
The first day . . . it was at least a month worth of food; fruit, meat and vegetables. The next day, it was a beautiful sheet, and also a blanket made of bear skin that kept her snug when she was cold, as well as a pillow filled with feathers. The next day, it was simply a pot, but she took whatever she could get. Now the next day, and the day after that, she didn't recieve a gift. But then, on the next day after that, she was bombarded with beautiful kimonos---which she was thankful for.
Now, wearing a peach colored kimono that just reached her mid-thigh, she sighed and pulled her knees to her chest, laying her chin on her elbow as her hair flew out behind her. Her eyes flashed for a moment, darkened before she sighed and tightened her arms around her legs. "I bet you miss home, huh?"
She gasped and whirled around, surprise evident on her features as the mysterious figure stood behind her. Hands jammed in his pockets, he looked nervous---anxious as his eyes raised to meet hers only to skitter away. She smiled when he hunkered down next to her. "You have no idea where you are, either."
He looked at her with surprise, only to smile. The soft smile played havoc on her senses, and before she did something stupid like reach out and touch him, she looked away quickly, a blush stinging the defines of her face.
He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Looking off into the distance, he laid back and folded his arms behind his head. "I woke here not long ago. And I've been trying to live a normal life ever since. But it seems we're the only ones in a thirty mile radius."
She looked a little pale. She shivered, stiffening when soft fabric fell over her shoulders. She heard him lay back on the grass, and pulled his shirt closed over her. "What about you?"
He shrugged, opened his eyes to look at her. "I'll be fine." He grumbled, blushing furiously.
She giggled and stretched her legs out, wiggling her toes as the wind continued to nip at the bare skin. That sat in silence for a while. It was amazing just how being in each other's presence was simply enough for the both of them. The moon hung high above, seemed to be smiling down at them as her skin turned a mysterious blue color, giving her a beautiful glow like the secrets of the forest. His breath caught in his throat---his heart freezing in his chest for a split instant when she offered him a shy smile when she began to stand up. "Where are you going?"
She looked over her shoulder, pulled the shirt tighter and frowned. "I think I'll head back to the cave now. I just . . . I get really nervous at night."
He frowned. "You live---all alone?"
She nodded her head once, and after giving him a long look, she turned and began to walk away. He reached forward and grabbed her wrist. "I may not know you at this moment---but I have a feeling that we . . .we know each other some how."
She gasped and pulled her wrist back, shooting him a frantic look when her heart lurched painfully. Her stomach felt as if it was on fire. "I . . . but I don't even know who you are."
He shrugged and sat back down. "To tell the truth," He looked sad, lonely sitting there, the moonlight toying with his features, and her sanity. He looked like he had seen more than the average person, been through more things that she could have imagined. 'Is it better that he doesn't remember?'"I don't even know myself. And I have a feeling---I think I never have."
She sat back down next to him, a little closer this time as her heart went out to the boy. She tightened her hold on his shirt, staring into his face the whole time. "I--I feel as if I haven't either."
He smiled to himself, shrugged offhandedly as he laid back and folded his hands behind his head. No matter how much he tried to act it, she instantly knew he was worried---and deeply troubled. What possessed him to tell her? Why was he so open and honest and he didn't even know her name? Why was it driving her crazy that he seemed a big part to the life she couldn't remember? "I don't know if I'm right---but I think we were sent here for a reason. Just the two of us."
She sighed and laid back with him, entwining her hand with his and bringing it to her face. Her heart wanted to be with this boy---and as long as she was happy, she could deal with it. "Why don't we find out---together?"
He smiled and looked at her, his eyes darkening as he blinked furiously. 'He's going to cry?' "I think . . . I think I'd like that."
"My name is . . . Anda."
He looked confused. "Is that all you can remember?"
She shrugged. "I didn't even remember that. I just thought I should give myself a name until I do."
He smiled at her;squeezed her hand gently. "Well, until I remember myself, my name is . . ."
She giggled. "How about . . .Kiyoshi?"
"Kiyoshi? Doesn't that mean . . .Purity?"
Anda nodded her head once in agreement. He looked confused. "I thought it would be perfect, considering that fact that you have the purity symbal on your chest."
He looked dumbfounded. "How did you know?"
She shrugged. "Certain things happen, and then I'll remember, like survival skills, or when to know something's wrong. But I can't remember my family or where I'm from."
Kiyoshi leaned forward, his blonde hair falling over his face as he looked down at her. The bitter wind nipped at his face, and he sighed and helped her up. "Let's get you home."
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A/N
Well, well well! I think this might be interesting! Enjoy!
Anda : Meet at the Field
Kiyoshi : Purity