(A/N: Thank you very much to those who reviewed chapter one! I really appreciate that! For Leon-dono: I will help you out. For violet-dreams: I will help you as well and must review your story determined look. And you're perfectly right LadyWater2010, I do need to watch the rest of the DVDs. sobs I'm too chicken! For the pairing...let me tell you now, I love Kyo. I love Yuya. I love Yuya and Kyo. Major hint. As for Kyoshiro.....he was okay in the beginning yet...how could he do THAT to poor widdle Kyo?! ahem Let's move on to what you've been waiting for...)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Samurai Deeper Kyo. sobs I wish I did! However...I own my ideas, story line/plot, and my made up, added in characters! NO STEALING!
Rating: I think I'll rate this chapter once again, PG for some mild violence and language. Brace yourself!
Step Down From Grace—
Chapter two: Jimon
Another cold tingle went up Kyoshiro's spine. He looked around wildly, for the owner of that creepy voice. Was this Kyo's revenge, or really a big bad guy? Sweat ran down Kyoshiro's face steadily; he felt rather roasty around his collar. His blue eyes settled upon the form of a tall lean figure. It was a man; he had long greasy grey-black hair, pulled back into a sloppy ponytail and wore loose dirty clothing. He carried a cardboard box, taped shut under one arm. The box was just as beat up as its owner; yellow, grimy, and was deterioating at the corners. The man's yellow narrow eyes were locked onto the unconscious form of Yuya in Kyoshiro's arms. The look and intention in the man's stare was disgusting, even making a pervert like Kyoshiro want to puke.
Kyoshiro took a stand. Kyo would have called that a death sentence, Muramasa would have said it was unwise and foolhardy with Kyoshiro's little experience. But, Kyoshiro took a stand just the same.
"W-what do you want with me? Get lost!" he managed to say bravely, but fear still clung in his voice, though he managed to talk without squeaking his demands.
"Get lost, get lost! Oh are you scared of little old me? Really Kyoshiro Mibu, I thought you could do better then that," was the mimicking reply.
"What!? How do you know who I am?! How can you know!?"
"Easy, your that one of the twin brats that Muramasa saved and adopted. Muramasa is said to the greatest swordsman master. Of course, there's more to the other rumors I've collected over the years."
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
"Lying isn't becoming, and won't help you."
Kyoshiro backed away from the advancing man. Yuya still in his arms, holding her rather tightly and protectively now.
Not seeing some scattered trash, the frightened Kyoshiro lost his footing, falling hard on his backside and made a quick attempt, to make sure the girl didn't hit her head. His body shook and his struggled to keep his teeth was chattering. Another bead of sweat ran down his face.
"W-who are you?"
"I'm Jimon."
It was a stupid question. He should have started running, but Kyoshiro Mibu wasn't a complete coward. Or was he?
Jimon advanced further, until he was only standing one foot in front of the shivering wreck. Yuya groaned in her "sleep" still under the spell of the drinks she'd consumed earlier. Kyoshiro gulped glancing at her briefly. Getting up, tripping over himself, but quickly stood his ground. He set Yuya's body nearby him and took a stance facing Jimon.
Jimon looked some what impressed by mostly snide and snickering at the boy's shrewd bravery. He lazily slipped his hands into his pockets, the dirty old box under his arm; Jimon was completely lax about the situation. This worried Kyoshiro further. Before he could plan his motion of attack, Kyoshiro felt a searing pain in the center of his stomach. He was sent reeling backwards, hitting the alley floor and upsetting a pair of rusty old trash cans.
Jimon smiled contented with his dirty work. The baby blue eyed teenager gasped out, finally catching his breath. Pushing himself up from the grimy cement floor, his back covered in garbage, which he dusted himself briefly, without much care. He faced Jimon again to which Jimon started to clap in crude humor.
"Well well well, it seems you really are not as well I as expected. Yet you'll die just the same. But I think I'll kill off Sleep Beauty first. Say your farewell, Mibu!" Jimon dropped the box before him, that he'd held and rummaged in his pocket for an unknown object.
The dimmed moonlight caught the shiny glare off the object pulled from the depths of Jimon's pocket. The light reflected in Kyoshiro's widened eyes. A pocket knife. Kyoshiro felt more sweat running down his face, and his heart thumping as he dared not think how the man was going to use the knife. Kyoshiro's eyes locked onto Jimon's hand as he cut through the tape on the cardboard box. His yellow eerie eyes lifted, yellow met blue.
"Let's see how you'll deal with my friend. He can show you a hell of a good time," Jimon grinned and turned the box on its side to let the contents come forth.
Kyoshiro's eyes widened as the contents did come forth, slithered forth. He paled instantly at the sight.
Kyoshiro's legs almost gave way as he faced the least expected of his fears. A dust colored snake about two feet long slithered from the darkness of the box into the night air. Its beady eyes stared out at Kyoshiro and then to the drunken form of Yuya who lay off to the side of the alley. The diamond pattern on the snake was strange and a dun chocolate like color. Jimon had a look of complete insanity on his face.
"It's called a rattlesnake. One of the poisoness snakes from the north of America, where I got this baby. Scared now Mibu?" Jimon's words taunted to the helpless boy.
Kyoshiro held his tongue, resisting to swear back at Jimon. He didn't bother. What was the point? How could he defeat a poisoness snake without a knife? Kyoshiro was rooted to the spot watching the rattler waryily.
He shivered, scared to death of the creature slinking before him. After a minute, the rattle snake made up its mind to crawl back into darkness once more. It head towards Yuya's lain body which caused Kyoshiro to panic. Without thinking he cried out and rushed forth, making a quick grab for the scaly creature. With fast motions, the deadly fangs struck out, barely missing Kyoshiro's hand.
Surprised and heart pounding, Kyoshiro withdrew his hand and backed away slightly, the snake's attention on him now. Angrily, it flicked it's forked tongue out and slithered towards him, before stopping. It coiled its brown body, muscles tensing, preparing to strike again. Kyoshiro dared not move, trying to guess when the reptile would strike him. Jimon laughed and slapped his thigh, in complete joy. Jimon was relishing the moment and looks of fear upon his enemy's face.
Kyoshiro gulped, "Oh great. I'm so dead..."
Jimon grinned again, "Yes you are Kyoshiro Mibu." Jimon whistled gently catching the snakes attention. "Hey baby! Let's go for the girl okay?"
The snake tilted its triangle shaped head, deciding whether to ignore its 'master' or listen to itself. Jimon continued to coo which in the end, won the rattler's favor. It slunk away from Kyoshiro and towards Yuya again, as she began to stirr.
"Ooo...my head...it hurst...," Yuya murmured sleepily half awake.
Kyoshiro prayed to whatever lucky stars he had, that Yuya would not awake hung over. It was the last thing they needed for this situation, which was growing worse each second. How bad could this get? Yuya rubbed her eyes and sat up, immediatly pain spread in the form of a headache to her mind, a hand flew up to her forehead, massaging it. As she tried to ease her pain, the rattle snake was drawing closer. Kyoshiro called out.
"Miss! Miss! Snake! Watch out! Poisoness snake!"
"Snake? What snake?"
Jimon laughed. Yuya blinked her eyes half open, she looked in towards the greasy haired man who stood near a ratty looking cardboard box, to a slightly handsome teenaged boy, her age she guessed, to the place on the ground it was pointing at. Her emerald eyes sprung open fully seeing the two foot monster inching closer and closer by the minute. A scream was let loose from her as she jumped to her feet and backed into the alley wall.
Half awake and very confused, Yuya panicked, the affect of the drinks still working. Kyoshiro ran ahead of the rattler and stood, protectively in front of Yuya. She screamed again as the snake went for Kyoshiro's ankle. Just in time, he lifted his leg to avoid the vemon dripping fangs.
Yuya reached behind her, she pulled out something silvery that caught the moonlight like Jimon's pocket knife blade. Kyoshiro went cross eyed as he gazed at the nozzle of a three barrel revolver, over his shoulder. He stared at the girl behind him, as she shakily loaded three bullets and closed the gun, preparing to fire at the snake, who was deeply enraged.
"Are you nuts lady? You're drunk! You had like...five beers or something! And are you authorized to have one of those? Hey! Don't shoot!" Kyoshiro waved his hands around and yelled his advice, like a blathering idiot.
Yuya barely glanced at the panicky guy beside her and shook off his comments. She aimed for the rattler's head and fired.
A miss.
That sent Jimon's attention straight to the girl. This girl's instincts weren't like the sluts he'd come across before, or the naive school girls he'd met. He grit his teeth.
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded of Yuya who's emerald orbs flickered over to him.
"What? Oh hiccup none of your beeswax!" the affect of the drinks hadn't fully left, yet Yuya's answer was fiery enough for her to be some what serious.
Kyoshiro blinked, he looked back at the snake who had made its way while they had been talking. He gulped. It was just about to sink its fangs into Yuya's bare ankle before the snake was swiped off the ground. Kyoshiro's eyes bugged out in surprise. The last person he'd expect to see there. Yuya blinked and looked to see what was distrubing them all now.
A dark figure. With the same hair cut as the young man standing beside her, obisidian to the eye yet sienna in the moonlight, a wearer of dark colors, a cruel smile, and blood red eyes. He in his clenched fist, carried the rattle snake by its head. Yuya glanced, at Kyoshiro hearing him murmur.
"K-kyo?!"
Jimon sputtered in this deep throaty voice, in his own surprise, "Demon Eyes Kyo..."