I do not own YYH
I do own all the Hirayama kitsunes
Chapter 3
Kidnapped Kitsune
Kiku parted the bushes as they walked through the unmanageable shrubs. The sight of the city caught her breath. She'd never seen so many lights in one place! And so many smells! She could smell car fumes, burning, and most of all, the wind. The wind had a certain scent to it. It was an unmistakable smell. The wind here was heavy in the air. It filled the twins lungs and minds. The wind carried faint traces of blood and murder, screams for help never answered, and fear. Fear hung around humans like smoke and fire. Fear was the major factor. It is what drove people mad and set others free.
Sakura and Kiku climbed down the arrival hill and into the city. They were sure to cling to the shadows and not be seen. Kiku had pulled on her favorite skin tight black pants, black ankle boots, and green t shirt with a baggy black sweat shirt with a hood over that. She put the hood over her head to hide her ears and tried her best to keep her tail close to her.
Sakura, however, had more trouble. With her light blue kimono and sandals, she didn't blend in half as well as Kiku. There was a rustle behind them. Kiku froze. She put her hand lightly on the hilt of her sword. Sakura put her hands behind her and gave a slight whimper. A giant of a shadow appeared behind them. Kiku unsheathed her sword. It fell to the ground. It was too heavy!
They smelt the man before seeing him. The alcohol reeked on his breath. He was a tall man, maybe six feet tall and burly. He was balding and had a mustache, in his mid thirties. Kiku caught notice he had a black wolf tattooed onto his arm.
"Hey, look what I found!" he said, slurring his words. He picked up Sakura by the back of her kimono.
"Let me go!" she screamed, squirming. Kiku jumped at him, trying to scratch his face with her claws. He swatted her away with a hand. She fell to the ground in a heap. Another man came out of the darkness. He had the same tattoo, a mohawk, and three earrings. He carried a baseball bat.
"Looks like we got a couple of freaks," he said to the burly man. He hit Kiku with the bat. She screamed. He hit her again and again, beating her until she lay unconscious in a pool of her own blood. Sakura screamed.
Another shadow heard the scream. The scream of a young demon. He remembered what that felt like. In a flash he was gone.
"Someone help me!" Sakura screamed. Sakura and Kiku were both thirteen years old and had been told stories of humans, sick minded humans, who would dare to touch her. "I'll kill 'em." Kiku used to brag.
This human was sick minded. He was trying to open the front of her kimono. Sakura screamed. She heard a faint voice.
"Put her down," it commanded. The human turned around.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"Not important," the voice spat. "Put her down." The man grinned. "No." he said. The mystery voice shrugged. Sakura heard a sword scratch its sheath. She saw that her savior had a glowing red circle on his head. No, not a circle, an eye. A jagan eye!
"Demon...help..." she whispered. She fell to the ground as the human captor was killed. The demon picked her up. She saw his cold red eyes. "My sister..." she gasped, before fainting in his arms. He saw Kiku, and scooped her up in his arms.
I do own all the Hirayama kitsunes
Chapter 3
Kidnapped Kitsune
Kiku parted the bushes as they walked through the unmanageable shrubs. The sight of the city caught her breath. She'd never seen so many lights in one place! And so many smells! She could smell car fumes, burning, and most of all, the wind. The wind had a certain scent to it. It was an unmistakable smell. The wind here was heavy in the air. It filled the twins lungs and minds. The wind carried faint traces of blood and murder, screams for help never answered, and fear. Fear hung around humans like smoke and fire. Fear was the major factor. It is what drove people mad and set others free.
Sakura and Kiku climbed down the arrival hill and into the city. They were sure to cling to the shadows and not be seen. Kiku had pulled on her favorite skin tight black pants, black ankle boots, and green t shirt with a baggy black sweat shirt with a hood over that. She put the hood over her head to hide her ears and tried her best to keep her tail close to her.
Sakura, however, had more trouble. With her light blue kimono and sandals, she didn't blend in half as well as Kiku. There was a rustle behind them. Kiku froze. She put her hand lightly on the hilt of her sword. Sakura put her hands behind her and gave a slight whimper. A giant of a shadow appeared behind them. Kiku unsheathed her sword. It fell to the ground. It was too heavy!
They smelt the man before seeing him. The alcohol reeked on his breath. He was a tall man, maybe six feet tall and burly. He was balding and had a mustache, in his mid thirties. Kiku caught notice he had a black wolf tattooed onto his arm.
"Hey, look what I found!" he said, slurring his words. He picked up Sakura by the back of her kimono.
"Let me go!" she screamed, squirming. Kiku jumped at him, trying to scratch his face with her claws. He swatted her away with a hand. She fell to the ground in a heap. Another man came out of the darkness. He had the same tattoo, a mohawk, and three earrings. He carried a baseball bat.
"Looks like we got a couple of freaks," he said to the burly man. He hit Kiku with the bat. She screamed. He hit her again and again, beating her until she lay unconscious in a pool of her own blood. Sakura screamed.
Another shadow heard the scream. The scream of a young demon. He remembered what that felt like. In a flash he was gone.
"Someone help me!" Sakura screamed. Sakura and Kiku were both thirteen years old and had been told stories of humans, sick minded humans, who would dare to touch her. "I'll kill 'em." Kiku used to brag.
This human was sick minded. He was trying to open the front of her kimono. Sakura screamed. She heard a faint voice.
"Put her down," it commanded. The human turned around.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"Not important," the voice spat. "Put her down." The man grinned. "No." he said. The mystery voice shrugged. Sakura heard a sword scratch its sheath. She saw that her savior had a glowing red circle on his head. No, not a circle, an eye. A jagan eye!
"Demon...help..." she whispered. She fell to the ground as the human captor was killed. The demon picked her up. She saw his cold red eyes. "My sister..." she gasped, before fainting in his arms. He saw Kiku, and scooped her up in his arms.