A/N: Hmm, I -your flowery authoress- is back from . . . hell? Tehe, my sick humor never seems to faze me. Thus this triple edged blade of double twincest, but at least I have created something that excites Crimson Alessa. None of my stories before have managed to spark her interest.
Warning: This FF 2 story will contain hints of yuri and incest. Plus spoilers for those who haven't played the game, so please. If you are uncomfortable with the warnings above, leave. Because flames from your own stupidity will not be tolerated from me:cracks knuckles:
Translations: hanagoza- a seating mat, with a floral or bulrush pattern hikido- sliding door, tanzen- large padded kimono for both males and females. Takuwakai- round table, for meeting or talking. Majijkiri- a room divider, sometimes if owned my a wealth noble they usually are crafted with beautiful designs. kyoukatabira- a white kimono, in which dead people wear. Koroshite- kill me, gomen nisai- I'm sorry, oniisan- big brother.
Summary: Set before the second game, showing the in-depth look at Yae and Sae's relationship before the ritual. And what part Itsuki played in their lives before the tragic events occurred. Hints of yuri and incest. Yae x Sae x Itsuki triangle
Don't Cry My Vampire
Chapter#3 arcane apparition
Tears are worthless, so I cry them no more. Pain is inevitable, I deny it no longer. Lies are endless, I refuse to let them penetrate me and my well being. Yae and I will be together, I know she will selflessly commit her soul to this task. We can be together . . . our spirits will grappled to one another, chained by destiny. I'm glad. I could not imagine my solace after life with no other. I do not dread her palms tightening around my throat. I embrace them,
The villagers have become uneasy over the past few days. Gossip has broken out among them, something about abnormal butterflies being sited by the entrance. There are numerous eyewitness accounts, this makes me curious. Why were these creatures appearing? What part do they play in our future? I have so many questions, far too many to put down onto paper. Are they a warning? I have become quite paranoid, but Yae. She is serene -as usual- her ignorance to the whispers are . . . envious,
Sae,
"Daughters." A withered call alerted the twins, shifting on the hanagoza. The hikido hissed as it slide open, the boarders of the screen dragged along the railing. Revealing a older man, his eyes were cold, an obscure hazel, harboring a dusty mahogany smudging along the pupils. His forehead bore droopy expression lines, but despite that, his features were all sharp and precise. Dark clouds of dull gray gathered in a bobbed tuft collected over his skull.
The towering man, emerged from the entry. His eyes centered on his twins as his heels scaled the wooden floor boards. With large prolonged thumps, he kneeled at the head of the takuwakai. The stern glare never wavered from his eyes. "Yes father?"
Drawing out are eagerness by slowly sipping his tea. Clearing his passages of morning fluids he spoke "I am to be out for a good portion of today. My guidance is needing in the shrine, farewell my daughters." The lean high priest nodded his head and left.
"Yae, I'm . . ." The elder twin frowned, unable to put to words what it was she felt banging at her heart strings. A surge of uneasiness filling her gut, it was all to disturbing. "I'm worried," Her sister leaned into her shoulder. Whispering words of better times, and pleasant thoughts that replenished her troubled soul's vitality.
"Everything will be fine, you will see."
In my dreams these words haunt me, a transparent calling in my subconsciousness. An angelic melody that is all too beautiful for words, this voice is almost soothing. Yet whom does it belong to? I haven't the slightest clue, it seems unfamiliar. I wish I could meet this angel, perhaps I could grant her my thanks for her comforting harmonies. The lyrics . . .
Deep underground, I kept digging a hole
Without knowing where it would lead
With a dirt-covered eyepiece in one hand
I searched for your arm
Scraping together patchwork happiness, and sowing it,
I was crushed by your strength
I haven't decrypted what this heavenly voice is telling me, but I'll rack my brain some more. It is slightly odd but if you heard the magnitude of the vocals you would be hypnotized ands infatuated. A beautiful orchid of a siren, in other news . . . father returned later that evening, he was still clothed in his sacred robes. What happened? Despite my pestering he refused to give me any status on the village's deviant occurrences.
"Sae, the means of this is no concern of a child." He would argue, I don't see what his reasons for secrecy were. It was quite frustrating, and just as I had predicted . . . Yae is endlessly carefree, spending a majority of her time making those flowery necklaces with Chitose. Sigh. The more I see of the child the less I understand her, she is so flustered by the slightest hint of attention in public she cowers behind Itsuki.
Maybe she is more like myself than I would care to admit.
Sae,
It was mid noon at the Kurosawa manor, the floor boards squeaked under the pressure of small feet pattering down the hallway. Yae adverted her eyes to the doorway, awaiting the appearance of the small child she adored. A humorous smile quenched her ivory lips as she heard "Sister Yae! I found some more string!" Chitose joyously called through gasps for breath, trotting towards the shrine maiden.
"Good," Yae grinned, stroking the young child's raven choppy mane. "Sweetie, you needn't run the whole way, though." The young Tachibana nodded, giving her the thin yarn she had hand selected. "Crimson?" Yae's eyes skimmed the rich color,
"Mmm hmm, Its so pretty!" Gushed a enthusiastic Chitose. Observing with gleaming eyes as youngest Kurosawa daughter spun the potentially thin thread into a lengthy fabric chain. "Sister Yae, you are so good at this!" Making the older of the girls nod with a warm grimace.
Yae steadied her wrist as she strung the crimson yarn. Directing her thumb over the needle, giving her more control over the sharp movements of her sewing. Thump. "Ouch!" Hissed the brunette under her breath as the needle pierced her fleshy finger tip. Widening her eyes in astonishment as a mild tremor rumbled the walls. "Chitose come here, quickly!" She demanded as the carpeted ground shook violently, toppling over the majijkiri and a few candle stands. Yae tightened her grip around the frail physique of Chitose as a loud screech filled their ears, looking to the left a large crack snaked down the wall.
"Eeeek! YAE!" An excruciating pain engulfed the shrine maiden's shoulder and lower backside, her vision distorted as she fell to lay completely motionless. Fading out into the dark deeps of unconsciousness. No longer sensing her own throbbing pain.
So it begins . . . two chosen children . . . to heaven . . . on the wings of the butterfly . . . thou shall be granted everlasting bliss past the pearly gates, for the anguish you sustain in the shells of mortal flesh. . . two spirits as one . . . an eternal bondage not even thou father that art in heaven shan't sever. To bestow serenity to the village . . . by means of sacrifice . . . shall be honored to no end . . . ye's selfless act is a deed that shall encase you as true indefinite entities . . . crimson butterflies . . .
Yae . . .
She hasn't woken up, its been hours . . . I'm sickened with worry, and the worst news of all . . . The unearthly tremors weren't natural, the cause was the furry of the abyss. I was also told after many years the rumbles of hunger quake viciously until the gateway to hell is sufficed. So it has begun, fate is calling Itsuki and Mutsuki! Oh Mutsuki, I do not want to see you fade into the darkness! I will pray that all goes well though, I always knew that becoming one was of utmost importance to Itsuki, he longed for his brother to transform into an eternal being and be forever by his side.
Sae,
"It-suki," Ignoring his brother's call, he continued to stare in a mournful trance. Unable to accept the reality he was banished to, the fate that was inevitable. guaranteeing the loss of his twin, whom was his constant companion throughout life. A thick aura of heart ache misted his eyes, it was a paradoxical glow that was some what disturbing.
"I don't want to hear it! Mutsuki is pleading to say his good-byes . . . I refuse to even acknowledge this! Ugh! Why do we face these obstacles! Twins are two souls that are entwined by their loving bond. It is not right!" The younger Tachibana twin shuddered from thoughts as his brother's hand smooth over his shoulder, directing his eyes.
"Itsuki, it is alright. We both knew this was our destiny," Mutsuki reassured, his eyes shimmering against the moonlight. His fears unreadable, even when he was fated to be the sacrificial twin. The one that shall be robbed of his last breath as his brother tightened his grip around his throat. "Don't be mournful, I want nothing more than for you to experience my freedom that you are awarding me with."
Itsuki exhaled, trying desperately to relieve the pressure on his lungs. Gazing uneasily into his duplicate deep pools of mahogany. "Brother, I know. The scriptures preach this but . . . I won't ever feel the same security I do now in life, unless you are beside me." His eyes stung, salty liquids drizzled down his porcelain cheeks. All his masculine pride he was told to value as a man was flushed down the drain, he couldn't fight his emotions any longer.
"I will be," Itsuki arched an eyebrow. As his twin's hand rose from his lap, ascending to his nape and up to touch the thick cylinder of his paling neck. "Right . . . here, a simultaneous scar left by your strength. This is where my spirit will reside." The younger brother swallowed sorrowfully under his flesh and blood's touch as the lump in his throat ceased. "You see, I'll never truly leave you Itsuki."
I haven't much time to write, the ceremony is only minutes away. The priests were so swift with the date of purification Mutsuki and I barely had anytime to have a final get together with Yae and Sae. I knew how much seeing them one last time mean to my brotherand through our limited time with each he made me vow something. I remember the look in his eyes as he proposed his idea. It was so crucial and unwavering I caught myself shuddering a few times under his shadowing gaze. "I need you to -if we fail to appease the abyss- get Sae and Yae out of this place! I refuse to let them carry through with the pain we must face."
"Brother, you really have that much doubt in me?" I frowned, maybe he was right. Maybe my remorse over the situation will alter my task. NO! I would never allow myself to waste this, to waste my brother sacrifice. To die without a purpose, I turned away from his gaze.
"I didn't say that, we just need to think of the possibility that I may not become a butterfly. That I don't end the abyss's hunger for malice, then we will be the reason that Sae and Yae are subjected to our failure. So, promise me Itsuki. Promise that you will get them past the gates and into safety, and you will accompany them as well."
I spaced off for a moment, judging to myself whether smuggling them was even accomplishable. Then nodding, swearing my allegiance to him, the last time I'd ever lay eyes on him. The realization of it was all too overwhelming, I nodded quickly. Avoiding any audible response,
"Thank you," He smiled cordially, all his anxiety dispelled so he folded his arms back behind his head comfortably, laying back on the mat, with his eyes fixated on the gray washed ceiling. I took in his kyoukatabira. Traditionally worn by all the participating twins in the crimson ritual. It was so ominous in color it was almost depressing to be around. The red cords strapped tightly around his paper white obi, so bold, it reminded me of the blood flowing through his veins."I know you will, but I just wanted to ask that you perhaps confess your feelings to Yae. Marry her, have a family."
My jaw locked instantaneously, any happy thoughts after committing a horrible acthas to besome form of sin. I truly am unsure whether I can live with what I am about to do. I am fated to be the remaining, cast into the dark shadows of self guilt. Lost in deep buckets of turmoil. "Mmm hmm,"
A knock at the door alerted us, it is time . . .
Itsuki,
The rhythmic jangling of the staff's made the tension between the two male twins unbareable, the dangling crimson cord binding them together swung with their pelvic movements. Eyes fixed on the gaping pit of darkness, and the slab of stone at the foot of the abyss. Adjacent to it stood a mourner, as in tradition his eye lids sew tightly shut. To avoiding any visual contact with the horror of the hellish abyss. "No matter what happens . . . I'll forgive you."
Burned on Burned on
The unerasable scars left by the palms of my hands
Sever a rift in the red-stained clouds with my torn wings
See, I can flutter better than you thought
Itsuki stared at his twin's expression as Mutsuki dodged his glances. "What did he-," as soon as his mind began to wander their footfalls had successfully carried them to the altar. The high priest Ryokan Kurosawa strode passed them, taking his place before the slab. Unraveling the scripture, thelast stepwithout pain in the crimson sacrifice.
"Please . . . join hands, young Tachibanas." The twins finger tips entwined under his command, their eyes locking with his as he read the ancient scroll from memory alone. "Thou are part of a sacred cycle in which, the two chosen children, shall ascend on the wings of the crimson butterflies, the everlasting guardians of All God's Village. . ." The droning tone of the head priest was easily blocked out as Itsuki's mind, passing all the thoughts that had built up. "I-I can't do this! I can't strangle-no! I can't even muster the thought of doing it!"
The eternity that I dreamed while confined in my cocoon
Where will it take seed and blossom?
The morning will eventually come and bring the darkness back home,
And steal my eyes away from me
Fumbling for you by moonlight, overlapping and entangling with you,
I believed I could become your true hiding place
"Itsuki," Mutsuki nudged, giving him a stern look as he remember that it was too late for regrets, they were there whetherhe denied it or not. Realizing he must have been in trance passed the reading of the sacred scrolls and theservering of the spiritial binding cord. And it was time for the actual sacrifice. . . The elder of the two went into the last phase, slowly he backed up until his anklesbumped against the stone below. Falling back, until he was now completely flat against it. "Koroshite, koroshite!"
Burned on Burned on, the place of our promise that will never return
Run across the black-stained earth with a torn-off agony
See, I can flutter better than you thought
Itsuki's eyes widened to the point of stinging. He's own brother begging him, pleading for him to end his life, right there, right now. It was enough to make his stomach clench and unclench its bile. "I'll never truly leave you, Itsuki." like a stealthfeline his muscles contracted swiftly and sooner than he had liked he found himself hunched over around his knees, with his hands traveling to the spot engraved in his mind. "I love you brother."
If you can't hear me, even though I scream
I want you to destroy me with your own hands
While you can still hold me dear
Your arms that hold me back
Turn into a gentle dust
I simply stare at the sky, silently
His hands tightly ghostly winded around Mutsuki's lively flesh. He viewed through hesitant eyes as his elder brother managed to display a gentle smile as his breath died in his chest, no longer capable to circulate oxygen. His bushy eyelashes fluttered shut as Itsuki's hands expelled his grip around his twin's esophagus as his body ceased any movements and fell limp beneath him. "Gomen nisai, watashi wa oniisan ." Itsuki's eyes closed contritely as he backed away from the corpse of his brother.
Burned on Burned on
The unerasable scars left by the palms of my hands
Sever a rift in the red-stained clouds with my torn wings
Burned on Burned on
The place of our promise that will never return
See, I can flutter better than you thought
His ears alerted him as two mourners came up along side him, grappling his twin's lifeless form by each arm and tossing him carelessly into the swallowing darkness of the abyss. Ryokan signaled for Itsuki to join him at the head of the pit, awaiting the ascension of his brother's spirit in its metamorphous form. The brunette drug his heavy feet, weighed down by his guilt. Minutes passed and him including the priest became very anxious, still no sign of the butterfly.
Instead a volt of quaking erupted , causing a frightening stir among all the participants. Pieces of stone that had collected up at the top of the stone cavern, chipped off and collided to the hard rocky terrain. Some of the veiled priest began to shriek and scurry about, as loud howls loomed in the walls. It was clear now, the ritual had failed.
A/N: this chapter is longer than the first two, hopefully you can appreciate my accuracy on the tale and what tying together the pieces of information we got in the game about the earlier parts of the tale together with my own vision of what happened before the appearance of Mio & Mayu Amakura. There will be one or two chapters and then I will call it quits, but on fill in the gaps, until I reach Sae and yae running away. Be forewarned a citrus scene will come in the next chapter. Though I'm not sure whether it should be a threesome (non graphic) or a twosy between Itsuki and Yae.