MINE
By: Kadyn
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Chapter Three:
Yuya stared blankly ahead at the torrent of rain blanketing the world outside. She could hardly make out the roads through the haze of grey that shrouded the already darkened streets as they headed towards their destination. They'd been driving for some time now in an almost comfortable silence, the only sound the repetative swish of the car's windshielf whippers barely audiable over the drum of the rain against the car's frame.
A flash of light caught the right corner of Yuya's vision.
Lightening she reasoned, and waited for the clap of thunder that should follow quickly with the storm just over head.
Again the light caught her eyes, Yuya turned her head wondering how the lightening could be coming from beside her and not above.
Her head snapped back around to Akira's face as she felt the car swerve. He made an apologetic face, "Sorry, road's kinda slick through here."
" S'okay," She turned again trying to catch the source of the light, but there was nothing but the deserted buildings they passed. Yuya's eye's began searching the surrounding city for signs of life, but found few in the turrential down pour that masked the city.
"It's really coming down out there," Yuya was glad to be tucked safely into her seat, seatbelt fastened securely. While Akira had shown himself to be quite capable and careful behind the wheel thusfar--unlike the unconventional and flambouant Yukimura--she felt safer knowing the restraint was there after all that was why they called them accidents.
Nobody tried to have an accident.
The car veered slightly to the left again, one tire squeeled on the slick pavement before catching again.
Yuya's body tensed, something wasn't right, that was twice in less then two minutes that the car had lost traction.
And Akira wasn't slowing down.
"Um,...Akir..."
"We're being followed."
"What?"
Yuya blinked staring at the calm face of her new driver.
Again light flashed before her eyes this time from the left, Yuya's eyes snapped up to catch the light reflecting through the rear view mirror, it was quite a bit behind them but seemed to be gaining rather fast.
"Maybe they're just going the same way that we are, I mean why would someone be following us?" Yuya kept her eyes pinned on the light zipping back and forth behind them as it got closer she realized the light was a single beam, a motercycle.
"Yukimura did not wish to meantion this earlier but his company had a business deal last week that went a bit sour, he was concerned that there maybe some retaliation."
"Retaliation?" Yuya's eyes left the mirror to focus on Akira once again, He couldn't be serious, Retaliation like in some Mob movie?
Yuya gave a snort of laughter, Yeah Right. For a minute she'd imagined herself as some heroine in a made for tv movie forced to dramatically escape from the mob. Yuya had to cover her mouth to keep peels of laughter from spilling out. She wondered if her handsome driver could star in the book with her-- be her hunky rescuer.
He'd have to lose his shirt in the first few minutes she decided, glancing at Akira from the corner of her eye as she turned to watch the motorcycle's reflection once again.
The motorcycle was much closer now, perhaps a hundred feet behind them.
"I will make a sharp turn here Yuya-san, please hold on."
Yuya glanced at the speedometer 130 kilometers an hour, surely Akira would break first...!
Yuya's hands flew to the window and door to brace her body as Akira swung the car in a hard left tires squeeling in the 90 degree cut.
"Are You Crazy!" Eyes wide still gripping the door for support Yuya felt her pulse quicken.
"I only wish that were so, we are being followed."
Yuya's body turned 180 degrees to stare out the back window and the motorcycle that followed tightly around the corner the light leaning nearly to the road as it's driver turned the sharp corner going much faster then they had been.
Oh my god, that guy really is trying to catch us.
"Maybe it's a police officer, and we ran a stop sign or something.."
"An Officer without lights Yuya-san? I don't think so."
"Maybe the lights are broken..." Yuya found it difficult to tear her eyes away from their pursuer gaining fast on the far more agile motorcycle.
"I will attempt to lose him,"
Attempt? Yuya's body slammed against the car's door head thumping the window as Akira slammed the car into another screeching 90 degree turn and then clung to her seat as he swung the car with seemingly little effort in the opposite direction down a sidestreet.
"AKIRA!" Yuya felt her heart nearly jump out of her throat, sure he was a good driver but with all this rain, and turns like that! They we're going to have an accident!
"I am sorry Yuya-san," He swung the car once again in an almost complete arch to the left down another side access road.
Yuya's eyes darted to the rearveiw mirror their pursuer remained ever present and at less then 50 feet; closer then ever.
"Stop this car right now!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that Yuya-san,"
"No I mean it slam on the breaks!"
Akira's eyes left the road for a second in a silent question.
"Look! He's less then 20 feet from us now, and at speeds of over 180! If you slam on the breaks now the motorcycle will hit the back of the car, and wont be drivable anymore, but the car most likely will be!"
"Good Idea. Seat belt?"
"Yup"
Yuya grabbed the belt tugging it even tighter across her pelvis. She hoped this worked.
"Here goes nothing,"
Akira's foot slammed down on the brake sending the car into a screeching halt and then a lurching spin to the right. Yuya's scream echoed inside the tiny space, there was a loud thud and the sound of crunching metal, Yuya prayed that was the end of this ordeal, just as the car slammed sideways into a light pole crunching half her side. Glass splintered and gave a sickening crack as it shattered in around her.
Then all was deathly quiet.
Slowly Yuya began to recognize the sound of her own breathing in her ears.
Dear Kami-Sama that hurt. Yuya groaned lifting her head from the twisted sideways position she'd taken to protect her face from her shattered sidewindow.
more sounds began to reach her ears, the first was the drumming of the rain as it pounded down on the car roof, Yuya felt the chill as the water funneled through the open window to soak her jean clad legs freezeing her to the bone.
At least I can feel that, her dazed mind thought. She wiggled her toes in her tennis shoes, okay doesn't feel like anythings broken...
A several different sounds reached Yuya's ears at that moment. The first like the rain pounding the shattered car was a constant hum, eyes snapping through the cracked windsheild Yuya recognized it's source.
Their motorcycle companion. A sudden wave of nausea over took her body as she realized that the motorcycle had somehow avoided their plan.
"Bastard." Yuya's head turned to see Akira, his voice was laced with pure malice, hatred flashed in his eyes.
"How..." It seemed a struggle to form just the simple word.
"He went over us, Onime No Kyo you are clever," Akira seemed to spit the name in disgust.
"Wha...What did you call him?"
Akira did not answer his eyes were locked on the dark figure dismounting his bike. Yuya's eyes followed Akira's hand as he reached beneath his seat retrieveing two swords.
I must be hallucinating...
The world did seem to tilt at an odd angle, and was fuzzy at best.
Yuya's attention returned to the figure in the rain watching in fascination and dread as he pulled a long glinting object from his bike.
"Akir..." Yuya began in confusion.
"Remain Here. Yuya-san. He will never touch you again."
The last part seemed almost to himself.
Wait, Yuya's fumbling mind tried to focus, When did he touch me the first time?
Yuya's thoughts were shattered as the front windsheild came crashing in on them, the strange rider who had been standing 30 feet away just moments before brought the glass down on them as his lengthy sword stabbed through at Akira's position.
"NoooO!" Yuya screamed even as she watched Akira's body launch itself forward throught the openning knocking their attacker and himself into the street, to her relief she saw that Akira had blocked his appointents attack with his two shorter blades.
Yuya's hand reached for the buckle to release herself. Her hand jerked back in pain, eyes dropping to inspect the clasp holding her captive.
It was frozen solid.
Encased in a block of ice.
How..? Yuya's fingers reached again for the buckle and again she jerked her hand back. It was colder then normal ice, so cold her fingers seemed to burn at the brief contact; the tips of her now icy digits flushed red in irritation.
How cold does ice have to be to burn?
Even more concerned now then before Yuya raised her eyes once more to the two swordsmen fighting in the rain. Her mind was briefly entranced in the fluid motions of their deadly dance. She could not be sure which party was winning but Yuya had a nagging feeling that no matter which side won, she didn't want to be there to see it.
Which meant the buckle needed to come off.
Yuya considered trying to shimmy her way out from under the belt, but a quick check of the slack available to do so proved that escape route futile.
The tightening she'd done just before the crash provided no room for her to even shift her hips, let alone squiggle out. And a firm tug at the belt across her hips proved her earlier suspicions that not only was the buckle frozen solid--the belt straps were also securely held in place by the mysterious sheet of ice. It wouldn't budge no matter how she tugged.
Now What?
Yuya turned her swimming vision slowly around the car. She needed something-there had to be something here to crack the ice with.
Yuya wished briefly glancing at her tennis shoes that she'd worn the spiky high heels Okuni preferred. Those damn shoes were pointy enough to peirce anything.
Come on please let there be something...Ah Ha!
There under Akira's seat Yuya could make out the hilt of what looked like the short swords he'd retrieved earlier.
Now if only I can reach it...
Yuya strained as far as the belt across her lap would let her before leaning over onto the seat, arm stretched overhead.
Her sore shoulder and head ached in protest and twice she almost jerked back when the ice enclosing the buckle stabbed at the soft skin at her side.
"Come on...Come on..."
Her fingers brushed the hilt, just barely out of reach. Yuya closed her eyes taking a few calming breaths before lunging forward against the belts restraining force.
Yuya hissed in pain the belt pressing into her already severly bruised pelvis but her mind soon forgot the pain as her fingers clasped tryumphantly around their prize.
Yuya pulled herself upright once more with a bit of effort lifting the third sword--which on closer inspection was more like a long knife-with her.
It felt heavy but not too clumsy in her cold wet fingers. Yuya frowned at the rain still pouring through her side window, and the front one as well thanks to their attackers earlier antics.
Sliding the knife from it's sheath yuya held it over the buckle bringing it down to smash her captor.
No good. Yuya watch the buckle bounce under the blow before the blade slid off the smooth glassy surface, almost stabbing her thigh.
Okay lets try to not skewer myself.
If the buckle was too slick to hit and to cold to hold still, she'd have to find something to wrap it in, to hold it steady.
Yuya set her prize next to her in the seat and began the task of removing her button down shirt leaving only her lacy cami on underneath.
Wrapping the buckle in the shirt Yuya took to wacking the tiny villian again. Glancing up every so often to see the two swordsmen still engaged in combat. Yuya took repeated cracks at the belt clasp, holding it still in one hand until one arm felt ready to give out, before switching sides to hold with that hand and smash with the other.
Her hope rising as she heared a faint crack. She swung harder determined to free herself.
Yuya's eyes rose again to the darkened street. Akira seemed to be winning his opponent looked tired-strained and weighed down by the turrential downpour that continued over their scuffle. As Yuya watched Akira's double swords sliced their attacker across the chest, but not hard enough for after stumbling back a bit he redoubled his efforts. They were shouting something-but over the rain and wind Yuya could not be sure what.
She returned to the lock unraveling it's wrappings briefly to inspect her progress.
A large crack appeared across it's center. With a silent cheer Yuya inserted the edge of the blade into the crack inbetween the buckle and the clasp, if she was careful-and extreamly lucky she might be able to pop the clip lose of it's icy confines freeing herself.
Yuya pryed back on the blades handle then pushed forward trying to wedge the edge between the two.
Pressing down with as much force as she could manage Yuya rocked the knife backwards and forwards once again before she finally heard the satisfing crack and gasped as a searing pain her side.
Yuya riped the seat belt off of her. Left hand pressed to her side where the knife had grazed her flesh after popping free as the clasp released.
Wincing she raised her hand to inspect her wound.
What stupidity!At least it didn't look that deep. She sighed in relief.
And now for her next feat the Amazingly Klutzy Yuya-han will escape from the piece of shrapnal once called a car without being cut to smitherines!
Yuya hushed her inner Benitora's monologueing and tried to seriously focus on her next task.
Getting out of the car.
A quick tug at the door handle and swift kick proved that both doors had been jammed in the crash, judging by the way the glass all around them had cracked the frame of the car warping was probably the cause.
Okay, so no doors, that left only windows. While both Yuya's window and the front passenger window had been completely removed, some of the side window poked out from the frame like glass stalagtites. The rest of Yuya's window scattered the floor at her feet a few stray pieces remained in her lap--the windsheild provided a clearer exit, the entire sheet of glass having been removed when Akira's body had flown through it.
Okay across the hood it is then.
Not bothering to pull her over shirt back on Yuya placed her hands on the dashboard gingerly poking her head through the wide openning into the full fury of the storm.
Well if I wasn't wet before, I certainly am now.
Revlets of icy water trickled down her back and arms as she braced her feet against the seet behind her and kick-shimmed down through the openning onto the hood.
Pulling herself into a crouching position on the hood Yuya surved the area around them.
Akira could not have picked a worse place to lead their persuer.
They were somewhere near the docks judging by the abandoned warehouses and the heavy stench of dirty water that reached her nose. Turning her head from side to side Yuya didn't see any other sign of life aside from herself, Akira and the other man.
Yuya blinked in the dim light of the only lamp on the street that seemed to be working despite the fact that their car had slammed into it. It now leaned at a haphazard angle and provided little help in the darkened alleyway.
There were no street signs or building names visable to her in the near pitch black of night.
Not that it would have helped anyway seeing as how she'd never been this far towards the bay.
Crab walking carefully, so as not to slip, over the hood Yuya marveled at the wreckage before her. Their car had slammed into the light pole a few scarse inches behind her seat, any further up and she would have been crushed. She was lucky to be alive seat belt or no.
Adrenaline pumped through her system still, Yuya could feel her heart still hammering in her chest, her limbs felt shakey but dependable. The aches she'd started to notice in the car were slightly more pronounced now, soon her temporary endorphine high would melt away and Yuya wasn't sure if she'd be able to move around much then.
Something on the wind caught her attention.
Voices,angry voices, but with words that were garbled and lost in the rise and fall of the wind between the broken down buildings.
Yuya turned her head towards the two swordsmen surprised to see their attacker knelt before Akira's form. He looked ready to collapse, beaten. So Akira had won.
Yuya took a few steps towards them then stopped frowning. Something in both men's posture was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Every sense in Yuya's brain seemed on high alert. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she watched the nearly beaten swordsmen hold his weapon at arms length, blade pointed toward Akira. A cold chill shivered down her spine traveling all the way to her toes as Akira's body took on a different stance, both swords raised obviously they were not finished yet.
Why is neither of them moving?
Why do I feel like this battle is just beginning even though it appears to be over?
Light suddenly exploded in the dark alleyway, as both figures seemed to disapear into thin air.
Seconds later still blinded by the flash Yuya felt two hands grab her shoulders roughly shoving her backwards.
The pavement dug roughly into Yuya's already bruides shoulder and back she struggled to push off her attacker, vision slowly returning to her eyes.
Yuya gasped when her vision finally cleared enough to see her attacker. Sword raised poised to strike in an arch that would sever her head.
"Akira! No!"
Yuya struggled to sit up pushing at his body straddled across her chest pinning her helplessly.
"What are you Doing!"
"Ending your life miss Yuya-san, for the Last Time."
A grin spread across his face.
"AKIRA!"
Suprise registered briefly across his face before the sword swept in an arch filling the space where his neck had been a split second before. A blur of black and red caught the corner of her eye.
Her mind swam in confusion, Akira was trying to kill her too?
Yuya scrambled backwards from Akira's menacing form struggling to put as much distance between herself and the obviously pychotic driver as possible.
With a bumpYuya's backwards procession froze.
Her shoulders had come into contact with a wall, halting her retreat.
An arm snaked into her field of vision wrapping around her chest, pulling her body back flush against another body.
A body.
Not a wall.
The other swordsman.
Panic rolled through Yuya's mind. She was trapped between the bodies of two potential killers.
"The only life that will be ending tonight is yours, Akira."
Yuya jolted forward startled by the deep voice just over her left shoulder. The arm around her shoulders tightened almost reflexively though she'd not managed to move even an inch in his iron grip.
Wait. So this guy Isn't trying to kill me?
But Akira is?
Judging by the stormy look that engulfed Akira's face he didn't like this new development.
"You're pathetic,"
Akira sneered an evil glint in his otherwise blank eyes. Yuya noticed his eyes for the first time, no longer hidden under his tinted glasses, they looked at her--or, rather in her direction Yuya realized.
Is Akira blind? Yuya stared at him in disbelief.
A blind swordsmen? NO way, he'd been driving the car earlier, How could he be blind?
"An excellent question Yuya-san, Roughly 400 years of blindness however can certainly teach an old swordsmen some new tricks."
"Stay out of her mind Akira." The voice behind her growled.
Akira laughed, "I will do what I please, and who is going to stop me? You? Oh Great Demon Eyes Kyo..." Pure hate filled his face. "To think the strongest man in the world would cheapen his life for a whore. Look at you now Kyo...Look at what you've been reduced to: You can barely stand. What good does your real body do without the soul to fill it?"
Yuya felt the arm around her tighten again nearly squeezing the air from her lungs. As a hand gripped her pony tail jerking her head back, Yuya saw a flash of red before lips crashed into hers for a brief second pulling the air from her lungs in a gasp of suprise.
"wha..th...Le...M...Go...!" Yuya struggled to free herself as a strange tickle centered in chest began to spread through her limbs and into her brain.
Just as quickly as he'd grabbed her her captor released her face again. Blood red eyes stared back at her infuriated green.
"Hush Woman,"
Woman!
Her assaulter had turned back to Akira, he rolled his neck with a few audible pops.
"Enough talk, time to send you to hell."
He stood releasing her to slump back against the street strangely drained.
Akira's face faultered for a moment. A frown creasing his forehead. "So it is true, This will certainly make for an interesting game Kyo, I look forward to it."
Kyo's blade sliced through Akira's body it cracked and shattered into a thousand tiny slivers of ice.
Yuya gasped, how was that even possible?
The red haired, red eyed swordsmen turned to face her again something unreadable flashed through his eyes as they slipped shut. Falling to his knees he colapsed, head falling into her lap.
Yuya blinked.
A shakey hand reached into his jean pocket retrieving a cell phone, pressing a single button he held the phone up to Yuya's ear before lapsing into unconsciousness.
Yuya grasped the phone with shaking hands, listening to the line ring, at the second ring a familiar voice brought tears to Yuya's eyes.
"Kyo, Tell me you've found her."
"Yukimura?!" Tears spilled over her cheeks mixing with the dirty and rain. "Yukimura, Please I wanna go home."
Chapter 4 will follow soon, I am also working on another fic to be posted shortly.
Thank you so much for the reviews, and everyones continued support.
--Kadyn