Oi! This fic is cute, but bloody. Not now, but soon. Some people might not like it that way... Eh heh... Oh well. I still have a special place in my heart for it!
The Puppy Cupid: Chapter 1: Why She Ran
Bare feet sank in the cold mud, claws pushing in for force, the small silver hair figure struggled through the reeds, gasping for breath and glancing back as the loud growls of death giving demons rang out through the stinging rain. Breath, cry, scream, run… The process in cycle since before the mind could remember at the moment. Not wanting to pull away from the one cycle that lead one down the path of life or death. A cry escaped and then falling. The muddy water of the shores splashed up and covered all, kimono already dripping from the crying of the gods. No weapon, no strength, and no hope. All thoughts of living flowed away with the water. The loud cackle, the sound of swords pulled from their sheaths, and at last silence before end.
But the silence never came. Just the clash of metal to metal. Grunts of struggle, cries of unknown names, and at last the scream of dying. Not wanting to know who, or what, was victorious, eyes were clenched tighter closed and arms were curled tighter around vitals. "Grab her! We have no time to stop! God damn it! Hurry your ass up!" The gruff voice. It held only concern, but urgency under its rough cover. Suddenly warm arms curled around and lifted close to a soft and even warmer bosom.
The shushing of a calming voice as sobs of happiness wracked was relief beyond anything. "It's alright, little girl. It's all right. You're safe with us." A beautiful gentle voice it was. Other voices came muffled by the cloth that was draped over ears and added to the feeling of serenity. "What is your name?"
Taking a deep breath, as best with a dry aching throat, murmured, "Mizuki…" And then peaceful darkness.