(A/N: This is my very first Samurai Deeper Kyo fan fiction so please don't attack me if it's not the greatest. I have watched every single one of the episodes. I would state my feelings on the ending of the anime, but it would give major spoilers to you people you haven't seen it yet. I love the story line and the characters deeply. I try to keep all characters in their original personalities, characteristics, and how they look. Please enjoy!)
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: Overall I'll rate this PG for mild language, some occasional violence, and one chapter where there is alcohol involved. The rating will go up and down sometimes depending on the content of a chapter. SO BE AWARE.
Step Down From Grace—
(A/N: Okay, yes this is a little strange so I'll explain this piece of importante info to you all. In this fanfic Kyoshiro and Kyo are brothers, connected by blood. Muramasa, Mayumi, and Mahiro have switched roles with relations to each other. Muramasa is married to Mayumi and Mahiro is their child. Further on in the story you will understand why Kyo and Kyoshiro live with the Muramasa's. CLUE: They are NOT related to eachother and involves the Mibu Clan. Oh I need your votes, I dun like Kyoshiro. He stinks. So does Sakuya, just a lil' bit less than Kyoshiro. But I need votes from you all: What should happen to Kyoshiro? Die or go to jail? Those are the opitions. Thank you! (PS: There will be for sometime Kyoshiro x Yuya. Sorry!)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Samurai Deeper Kyo characters. Oh I wish... However I DO OWN MY OWN CHARACTERS AND ALL OF MY IDEAS IN THIS FAN FICTION. ABSOLUTELY NO STEALING!
Rating: Okay, Kyo swears. That's about it.
Step Down From Grace—
Chapter four: A Minute of Memories
Kyoshiro walked down the dark corridor, to the light ahead of the kitchen. His sister, Mahiro was at this side asking him questions. Kyo continued to watch his siblings from where he stood on the stairway. His crimson eyes followed their forms, before he turned around and headed upstairs. He tried to slip past a figure that turned the corner, but Muramasa wasn't one to be easily fooled. Kyo continued to walk; the blonde haired kendo instructor paused.
"Kyo...you and your brother were late. I believe I said to be back before dark. And in addition, your principal called...you punched someone?" Muramasa's pale colored eyes fell upon his son's back, as Kyo continued to walk away ignoring his elder's words. "Kyo, I know you can hear me."
Kyo stopped, for a brief moment. The teenager's eyes were hidden by his dark obsidian-sienna locks, a cold look upon his face.
"I don't give a damn. So what, that pompous ass deserved it."
"You know I've taught you better. Honesty, punching someone Kyo?"
"Night."
Muramasa watched his defiant son walk down the hall, where Kyo darted into his room, slamming the door. Muramasa remained glued to the spot, listening attentively. Yes, that little click meant Kyo, had indeed locked himself in his room. A sigh escaped the older man's lips.
He knew his son very well, sometimes more than he would have liked. Still there were things he didn't understand completely about Kyo. Where did he think he was going? What did he have planned to do when he was older? Did he plan on going on to college, as Mayumi wished her children to do? Muramasa sighed again, he kept a hand on the stairway as he walked down the stairs to join his family in the kitchen. 'What are those kids up to? It's oddly noisey,' Muramasa observed as he reached the last step. He switched on the automatic porch light, to avoid burgulars, though he doubted with a son like Kyo, anyone would dare to rob their house.
"You brought her home? Why?"
Mahiro's eyes were almost perfectly round, widening with every word of Kyoshiro's tale about his evening, out. Across the room, resting on the kitchen counter, stood Mayumi. She was a good looking woman, younger than most guessed her age to be. She had dark colored eyes, straight long hair, and a good wife and mother to her family. A simple yet beautiful ring, was worn on her ring finger; Mayumi had been married to Murmasa for ten years. She sighed, lightly as she listened to her son.
Kyoshiro took a breath of air, "Well that's about it."
He still had Yuya on his back, shifting his feet uneasily, waiting to hear what his parents and sister had to say. Kyo obviously was mad at him, why wouldn't the rest be? His worries were interrupted by a sudden voice behind him that startled Kyoshiro.
"What all this about?"
Kyoshiro jumped, jostling Yuya, facing the owner of the voice, his father. Murmasa blinked, his pale eyes scanning over Kyoshiro, who was breathing deeply. Mayumi smiled, bowing her head slightly at Murmasa's presence. The corners of his mouth, formed a smile seeing Mayumi. Mahiro stomped her foot impaitently.
"Dad! Kyoshiro brought a girl home with him! And he went to a night club where they have ALCOHOL!" Mahiro's eyes were blazing, as she glared at Kyoshiro who gulped.
Kyoshiro wished his sister wasn't so protective and fiery. Murmasa glanced at the girl on Kyoshiro's back, hesitantly he walked forwards taking the girl from him. Cradling Yuya's form in his strong arms, Muramasa exited the room with Mayumi following him. Mahiro watched her parents leave before casting a dark look across the kitchen to Kyoshiro. He blinked.
"What did I do? Huh, Mahiro?" Kyoshiro asked shrugging.
Mahiro snorted.
"Don't try to act innocent Kyoshiro. Why did you bring that girl home? I bet you were planning something," Mahiro accused before following her mother.
Kyoshiro followed grumbling to himself.
"Why do you and Kyo think I always am dirty minded? Hey I'm not a pervert or anything!" he ranted within Mahiro's earshot.
"I know you try to hit on every cute looking girl and read Playboy magazines."
"What?!"
"Don't deny it perv."
Kyoshiro scowled, he had one sharp sister. That was a bad thing, in his mind at least. He sometimes wondered why she was so observant of him and Kyo. 'Because she likes you and she's protective,' Kyoshiro told himself. It was hard to believe Mahiro was just a couple years younger than himself and went to high school.
Muramasa laid Yuya down on the living room couch, covering her up with a blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch. Mayumi turned to Kyoshiro, her arms folded.
"So was drunk? And she had a revolver with her? Is that right?" Mayumi asked, rather unsure of what her son had just told her.
Kyoshiro nodded. Muramasa folded his arms as well, thinking hard.
"I don't understand. She's too young to drink, I expect she's at least Mahiro's age, sixteen. And I haven't the slightest idea on guns. Do they have licenses for people, Mayumi?" Muramasa questioned his wife, who gave him a stern look.
"I should hope not, but I'm just a nurse. I wouldn't know. All I know is that this girl needs some rest and tomorrow morning we need to question her. We need to find out the entire story from her point of view. It's vital to know if we need to phone the police. Kyoshiro, do you know what happened to her gun?" Mayumi asked rubbing her eyes, she was quite weary from her day's work.
Mahiro turned looking at Kyoshiro, waiting for his answer. Kyoshiro thought repsectivly before answering.
"I don't know. I think Kyo might have picked it up, unless she tucked it away somewhere," he explained, stratching his head, jamming his hand into his jacket pocket.
Muramasa nodded.
"Everyone go to sleep, it's late, and we have work and school tomorrow. I might take the day off actually so I can question the girl," Muramasa raised a brow before he yawned.
Kyoshiro nodded.
"Yeah, good night. Sleep well," he yanked Mahiro out of the room much to her displeasure.
Mayumi and Muramasa waited in silence, listening to the thunks and the stomps of Kyoshiro and Mahiro going upstairs. They waited before they heard two doors closing. Mayumi spoke almost immediately, her hands uncrossing to going to her hips. She frowned.
"A night club? Our boys seem to be getting out of hand. I don't understand this behavior, from Kyo," she sighed tiredly, Kyo was almost impossible, though she loved him.
Muramasa nodded, "I believe the club was Kyo's idea. Kyo seems to like sake. I know he's too young for it, but he's never gotten drunk before. It's strange. As for his behavior. We'll have to work on it. He's mysterious, but I think its because of the past. He's never gotten over it. It's a shame, because I understand him almost completely. But I cannot help him. Someday, Mayumi someone can do it for us."
Mayumi closed her eyes, nodding.
"Yes, I pray that they will. And that it will happen soon. He doesn't have many friends, does he?" Mayumi asked, trying to recall any.
Muramasa thought for a while.
"He does have some. I think I've heard the name 'Sanada' before, Sanada, Yukimura. Other than that I'm not sure. But we do know about Akira and Hotaru."
"Yes, sorry I'm just tired. I must have forgotten."
"Go to bed. I should too."
Mayumi nodded slowly, smiling and chuckling softly as she left the room. Muramasa raised a brow following her.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh...nothing. I just remembered the day we met.."
"How could I forget."
"I really shouldn't have done that, but I guess we wouldn't have met, or gotten to know each other."
"Yes. Good night."
Mayumi blushed a little, remembering the memory very well. Just for minute. But it was enough to make her embarrassed. Muramasa grinned, mentally seeing her like that. He reached out, before she had gotten to far and grasped her hand. He pulled her close to him in a light embrace.
"Good night."
"Good night, Muramasa."
Just a minute...a minute of memories...