(A/N: Okay. The end of the chapter is a bit rushed. Sorry for that! Dad was bugging me abuot bed. Sheesh, but sleepvery good. However, Kyo is back totally in the picture. Yes this is a Kyo/Yuya fic. Another thing, I'm planning something evil for Kyoshiro. Do you guys agree with me? Okay enough of the boring author talk! ONWARD READERS!)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Samurai Deeper Kyo characters or plot. However I DO OWN MY OWN CHARACTERS AND ALL OF MY IDEAS IN THIS FAN FICTION. ABSOLUTELY NO STEALING!
Rating: Well we all know Kyo has something for swearing, bad! Potty mouth! And Yuya too. She is, at least in the English Anime. So be AWARE!
Step Down From Grace—
Chapter three: Unbreakable Vow
Yuya blinked. Who the hell were they all talking about? She looked again, at the shadow masked figure, standing before them all. The dreaded reptile, clutched in his tight fist.
Kyoshiro stumbled forwards.
"Kyo...what are you doing here? I-I thought you left..." Kyoshiro mumbled before the shadowed figure now recognized as 'Kyo', lashed out.
"Damn Mibu. Do you really think I'm that dumb? I was taking my time," Kyo shot back, a cold deep voice emitting from his throat.
Yuya listened and watched. She couldn't help staring at them. They looked the same. Yet in a way, entirely different; both displayed the same black hair, the same height, Yuya guessed the same age, and related.
However that Kyo guy and that other guy had brilliant eyes. Baby blue and crimson red, two magnificent colors, Yuya admitted. However this Kyo guy, his eyes were scary and piercing as he glared at her...new friend.
Kyoshiro gulped, and Kyo's gaze darting past Kyoshiro, Yuya jumped suddenly, the crimson stare on her wasn't anticipated. Kyo snarled, why was a girl with Kyoshiro and with a revolver? Girls were troublesome creatures, and not to be tolerated or let alone trusted, in his mind.
"What's the wench doing with you? And that bug over there...I thought I took care of him, a long time ago," Kyo grinned with a blood thirsty look.
Jimon swore under his breath, before looking up with a horrid smile. Yuya wanted to puke at the sight of it, but took in deep breaths of air, she already was feeling ill, due to the fact of consuming way too much beer.
"Demon Eyes Kyo, so you came after all. Wanted to save your dear brother and his little companion? How noble of you," Jimon taunted, his hands slipping back into his pant pockets.
Yuya still held her gun firmly in one hand while she loaded more bullets, in case things were going to get out of hand. Kyoshiro looked from Kyo to Jimon. What was going to happen now? Kyo smirked, he walked forwards, the snake hissing and spitting angrily in his fist, writing to get free of his grip. Kyo looked down at the snake for a moment, with disdain for the creature.
With quick movements, Kyo lifted the snake into the air, level with his eyes before he whipped the scaly snake around violently. A bone crunching snap sounded through the air.
Satisfied, Kyo dropped the snake which bounced, and landed at Jimon's feet. Jimon jumped back, observing the snake with surprise, his narrow yellow eyes widening. The snake wasn't moving, still alive, but unable to move. It's back broken, and parazlyed. Jimon looked up angrily at a grinning Kyo.
"Damn you! Broke my baby's back, left her to die like a dog as you should," Jimon cursed him.
Kyo exhaled sharply through his nose.
"Keh, you tried. But you still left me able to breathe, didn't finish the job. I know why, because you're afraid. A coward. Only a thirteen year old brat....little training and no parents, but you couldn't do it. Because looked down on you like the bug you are," Kyo's blood red eyes were locked into Jimon's who were quivering in anger or fear, but Yuya couldn't decide which.
Jimon's hands balled into tight, clenched fists. His yellowish teeth gritted in his fury. With a childish flash of anger, he stamped promptly on the suffering snake, killing it immediately with his sudden impact. Blood pooled around and under, Jimon's foot. Jimon snarled at Kyo who looked perfectly calm. Kyoshiro gulped and paled. Yuya's eyes widened.
"Uh...Kyo was it a good idea to tick him off like that?" Kyoshiro's voice went up a few notes higher in his nervousness, sweat dripping down his face.
Yuya stepped closer, so she stood next to Kyoshiro, who blinked noticing her. Yuya put a hand up to her forehead, trying to get her head to stop throbbing. She was such an idiot.
"W-who is that guy? And what's that snakey thing?" Yuya asked half in pain and half in panic.
Kyoshiro glanced back at Jimon and Kyo, both had made serious offenses to each other. He faced Yuya again. He ran his left hand through his short charcoal colored hair, in his anxiety. Yuya blinked again, she really needed to straighten out a few things with this guy standing beside her. Who was he anyway? That Kyo guy called him "Mibu". Was that his name?
"Well that guy, the one who looks a little like me except for somethings, that's Kyo. His my brother. And that guy over there.....he's really creepy.....we know him from a long time ago...his name is Jimon. He's scary!" Kyoshiro gulped again and dodged behind Yuya who sweat dropped.
"Pul-leeze, I can take out a guy like 'Jimon' anytime. A little snakey guy isn't too creepy except for that snake he had with him before it died. You're such a baby...Mibu...?" Yuya commented a little unsure of calling him 'Mibu', but Kyo did right?
Kyoshiro frowned from behind Yuya. Why did everyone call him "Mibu"?
"It's KYOSHIRO. Mibu is my surname. Call me Kyoshiro. What's your name by the way?" he asked, not minding his hands were resting on her hips, he couldn't help but run his hands up and down softly.
Yuya stiffened feeling him touching her, she would have slapped him like any other girl, but her head was keeping her from thinking or reacting clearly. She still kept a hand on her forehead, glaring at his face, peering around from behind her, his form crouched, a sheepish grin spread across his face. Yuya decided she'd have to punish him. She lifted a foot and brought it down hard, on Kyoshiro's foot.
He mouthed 'ow' and clutched onto his foot, letting go of Yuya's hips.
"Serves you right you perverted lech."
"Ow! That hurt, what a violent girl..."
Yuya faced her attention on Kyo again. A lot had happened while she and Kyoshiro had their 'talk'. Jimon was now cowering in fear as Kyo held, Jimon's very own switch blade to his throat. Jimon's face was turning different pale shades of color, and grimincing from Kyo's death grip.
"P-please spare me..." Jimon looked even more revolting than before, squriming as Kyo rested the blade against his ugly throat.
Kyo said nothing. His eyes, were that of a killers. He remained silent, as he grabbed away the blade and landed a two hard punches with lightning speed. One to Jimon's stomach, the other to his forehead. Jimon's crumpled body slid into the alley, into the grimy trash bins, unconcious. It was fast, but Kyo was finished with his business, and the pair were safe.
Yuya exhaled deeply. It was over. Her head throbbed even more. Kyo's attention suddenly was drawn to her. He advanced towards her, which caused her to jump. Still at her knees, on the cold dirty cement floor, panicked completely as he form neared, the switch blade in his hands. She looked up to meet his eyes. His face wore a smirk and a smile. A cruel, taunting one. Kyoshiro was about to interfere but Kyo silenced him.
"Well, well well, tired of partying are we?" Kyo asked her, she trembled but found her courage.
"You're...Demon Eyes Kyo..right?"
"Yeah, some choose to call me that, but it's Kyo."
"You'll get arrested for killing people."
"I'm not stupid wench, you don't think I have been?"
"...What?!"
"You didn't really think you could call the cops on me did you?"
There was a brief silence, as Kyo stooped to her level. His arm, rested upon Yuya's right shoulder, the blade in his hand. She felt sweat running down her face.
"N-no I can't."
Kyo grinned, and starting to close in on her, drawing back a little as her sudden out burst, surprised him. He listened, with a smirking half grin.
"NO! I won't let you KILL ME! I'll live and kill that bastard for killing my brother!"
"Oh?"
"Yes....I'll live, and I WILL find him. No matter what. I'll live and find the man with the cross shaped scar on his back. And he will pay. No one will stop me. Not YOU not ANYONE. I will have my revenge-"
"Ah! Revenge. Now that I can agree on."
"What?"
Yuya was shocked. She had just said all that, to a complete stranger. And to what seemed a cruel, cold, evil sort of being. Why would he agree with her? And yet, Kyo continued, getting up from where he had stooped dropping the knife on the cement, with a light clatter. Yuya's shocked emerald eyes followed Kyo's form, as did a terrifed Kyoshiro.
"Well you do amuse me. I think I'll let you roam around, just to amuse myself. But I'll always be watching you. If you fail, I'll kill you. Don't mistake me, I'm not soft," with those last words, Kyo's grin dissolved and he became stoic and emotionless once again.
He strode past Yuya, who looked down at her knees, very much confused. She was breathing quite raggedly, not able to believe herself nor Demon Eyes Kyo. Kyo paused for a brief moment before remarking.
"C'mon, Mibu. Get your ass moving. We missed our curfew."
"Uh...Kyo? I was wondering if you can take her along with us..."
Kyo whirled around, crimosn eyes blazing.
"Why? So you can take advantage of her naiiveness?"
"No, it's not that. She's hurt and exhaused. Let Mom take a look at her."
Yuya felt sick and dizzy, her visionw as blurring a little, swaying back and forth, out and in, of reality. Kyoshiro bent down and pulled Yuya over his back, giving her a piggy back right. Kyo watched him, with complete haterd but said nothing. Kyoshiro started walking, cueing Kyo to continue ahead.
The three walked down the dark streets, out of the alley and far from the night club. Kyoshiro tried to guess what time it was. The night air was chilly, and his teeth rattled a little, inside his mouth. Kyoshiro glanced ahead at his brother, walking five feet in front of him. Wasn't Kyo cold?
No, Kyo never complained, he never seem to be affected by much in life. Except for a certain list of things. Girls, parents, school, the furture, and the past were mostly on Kyo's list of most hated things. Kyoshiro sighed. No one could believe they were brothers, by personality, emotions, or favorite things. Only by looks.
It seemed like hours before, Kyo led his brother and a half awake Yuya, to a nice neighborhood with dim light from the several street lamps. The two brothers climbed the cobble stone path up to the house front, passing through the gate, and ringing the door bell.
It seemed to be a minute, before Kyo's head lifted. The sound of approaching foot steps, were faintly heard from indoors. The wooden door slid open, to revel a short attractive young girl about the brother's age. She had curl unruly dark hair, the color of nairobi dusk, a dark plum lavender. Her eyes skimmed over Kyo, Kyoshiro, and the unfamiliar person Kyoshiro held.
She leaned backwards and hollered, "Mom! They're back! And Kyoshiro has something!"
Kyo pushed past the girl, who protested to his actions. She glared after Kyo's disappearing form. She smiled pleasantly, seeing Kyoshiro and bowed lightly. He bowed back, with some difficulty, carrying Yuya. She peered around him, gazing at the sleepy and tired Yuya, with awe.
The siblings spoke with one another, not noticing Kyo, leaning on the stair way, watching Kyoshiro's back. He gazed upon Yuya's form. What she had told him earlier. Was a vow. He smirked. An unbreakable vow. How sad.