(A/N: Heehee! Too much love for Yukimura. LOL Anyways, I'll try to spend more time editing. I'm so ashamed for all those minor typos and misspelling and grammar errors. (weeps) So I'll try harder! See more enthusiastic, new determination! In my Japanese class, we've discussed recent news. If you guys haven't seen the paper and are interested in Japan, you might check out the Oosaka-Kobe Train crash. A train derailed and crashed into an apartment building. As terrible as it is, I decided to base on of my later chapters on that event. It will be definately be a Kyo/Yuya moment. Believe me. Anyways...ON WITH THE STORY!)
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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—
Chapter thirteen: Temper Temper
"Thanks for getting here so fast. Saizo, you're something esle," said Yukimura.
In a few moments, (after making sure the girl's "noticed" Saizo's hostler) Yukimura and Yuya were rescued from the obessed fans. Now Kyoshiro, Sasuke, Saizo, Yukimura and Yuya were all resting on the green field, behind the school. Yukimura stretched himself out comfortably on the scratchy surface, a relaxed smile upon his face. Sasuke crouched nearby, a good distance between himself and the others. Saizo kept an wary eye on him. Sasuke spat at Yukimura, rising Yuya's anger.
"Hey punk! Do you have any respect for elders at all! I can't believe you!" Yuya reprimanded him.
Sasuke gave her a silencing look. He turned his head away, his lavender bangs falling over his eyes. Yuya bit her lip. She'd only spent a mere five minutes with him. She could tell they weren't going to get along on easy terms. This 'Sasuke Sarutobi' was a total let down. At first, Yuya had summed up that Sasuke was a shy boy who just was a bit anti-social. Boy, had she been wrong. I can't believe how utterly stupid I am! Thinking Sasuke's some just shy boy...he's a little monster! Yuya turned away.
Yukimura lifted his head, glancing from Yuya to Sasuke.The casanova junior felt a pang of guilt in his mushy playboy heart. Sasuke wasn't helping out the situation any better than young Miss Shiina, Yukimura frowned. He was afraid that Yuya's presence would create an unwanted uproar amongest the dark clans. Yukimura winced. Just the memory of His Majesty, caused cold shivers to run down his spine. His Majesty as well as the Elders would not be pleased to know an Outsider was "staining" the Murmasa household. Yukimura deeply feared for the safety of Mayumi, whom he knew already had a fair amount of pain nailed into her heart.
"Yuya," Yukimura felt his voice break. "Yuya...I do have to warn you."
Yuya brought her attention away from cursing Sasuke. Saizo exchanged a worried glance with Yukimura who dismissed Saizo's worried warning. Yuya couldn't help, but notice a strange panicked look in Kyoshiro's eyes. She could swear she saw sweat growing on his palms and a bead slide down his forehead. What the hell is Kyoshiro scared about? Why is he sweating? Yuya wondered before Yukimura's grave expression caught her off guard. She felt herself grow scared seeing Yukimura lying there looking like a gargoyle.
"I fear Yuya Shiina...that you fall victim, being an Outsider to the ones who remain on the Inside," Yukimura said quietly.
He laughed a little, seeing Yuya's blank stare. He ran a hand through his wavy tresses before a little more of his color was brought back into his pale face. Yuya felt relieved, he was becoming Yukimura Sanada again.
"I'm sorry. Let me try to clarify. The Muramasas actually come from a pretty wealthly family called the Mibu Clan. I know it seems very strange and foreign, but let me be frank. The Mibus have a strict code of composure they demand from all branches of their clan members. Esspecially from the members connected by blood. I don't expect you to understand, this all is something that shouldn't concern you and won't if you use the correct measures to not tangle with Mibu. I myself, have some scars regarding some...'misunderstandings' between the Sanada and Mibu Clans," Yukimura laughed lightly. "Don't do anything to alert the attention of the Mibu. Stay low and strange as it sounds, stay with Kyo."
Yuya felt fireworks explode inside. She felt her blood boil at the mention of that idiot's name. If there was thing she hated in all of Japan, it was Kyo Muramasa. Ever since he little "threat" the night he saved her, she swallowed that fact bitterly; she had hated his guts with a certain passion. Yuya felt a little admiration when Muramasa had invited her to be an audience while he trained Kyo. She had to admit, he was a handsome red headed devil with some excellent swordmanship. But it didn't stop her from hating his demon guts. Just the idea of having Kyohanging aroundmade her desire to vomit.
"Kyo...a body guard! Yukimura have you lost your mind! There is no way I ever will allow Demon Eyes Kyo to rescue meagain! I'd rather die then be saved by trash like him," Yuya roared.
Yukimura smiled. Yuya Shiina was a doll. How could Kyo bare to torture such a pretty young lady? If he wasn't interested in her, leave her to him. He felt eyes upon him. Kyoshiro's was boring into his mind. He was angry. Yukimura just smiled. Some information had been revealed, but Yuya had a right to know. Not everything, but at least the basics. The consequences, he'd pay for later. Kyoshiro finally dropped the subject and returned to his usual elated state. Yukimura was relieved. He was worried Yuya might witness a rather nasty verbal battle.
An uncomfortable silence had developed between the group. Not a sound was made. Yuya hugged her knees, staring into space. She felt very arkward surrounded by all these young men. Esspecially Sasuke who was incredibly irksome. Her emerald eyes darted towards Kyoshiro. Caught off guard, her stare was quickly responded to. Kyoshiro's light colored eyes stared back into her own. This caused Yuya to grow embarrassed. Blushing, she snarled at him.
"What're you staring at, pervert!" Yuya snapped.
A deep voice growled in return, hot breath fanning upon the back of her neck. Yuya felt a cold feeling that made her skin crawl.
"Just you."
Yuya whirled around, her carmel ponytail hitting her face. To her anger and surprise, kneeled a sneering Kyo. Kyoshiro sheepishly grinned at Kyo whose red eyes burned with hatred. Yukimura smiled to himself. Speak of the devil...
"Oh, hello Kyo! We were just about to--" Kyoshiro began before Kyo brushed him off.
"Shut up. I don't want your damn excuses," Kyo silenced him. His red eyes darted over to Yukimura who still lay on his back, contentdly. "Sanada. We're to talk. NOW."
Yukimura's smile broadened. He leaned his head back, his aqua colored eyes smiling up at a dark demon. Kyo waited impaitently, his anger rising. Yukimura laughed in the face of "danger", getting to his feet. Saizodusted himself off, standing up quickly. Yukimura shook his head, Saizo looked puzzled.
"Not me Saizo, look after Miss Shiina please. And Sasuke too. Esspecially Sasuke," Yukimura gave firm orders, before he followed Kyo to the far field.
Yuya got to her feet, watching both began to walk off. Her green eyes burned into Kyo's back, her strong hate for Kyo was growing rapidly. Just staring at him made her hate him even more. What exactly did he have against her? Why was he so positively horrid to her? But a voice reminded her, Kyo was Kyo. Kyo was Demon Eyes Kyo, a girl's worst nightmare.
Okuni walked briskly down the hall way. Underclassmen darted out of her way, as if she was the Empress herself. Okuni ignored them. They were nothing of importance. She turned a corner sharply, her long raven tresses cascaded behind her. They flowed freely down her back like a black banner. Her chocolate eyes gazed at each classroom number until she settled upon the English room. Peeking in briefly, she scanned the classroom for a paticular cream haired sophmore.
She held her breath, not daring to breathe. Exhaling with relief, she saw Akira paging through a notebook, at his desk. Sitting in front of him, was His Majesty. Okuni quietly strode into the English room. Gently, she called out for him.
"Akira!" Okuni thanked herself for not faltering.
Akira stopped, decipfering where the voice came from. Accurately, he settled upon the person's voice. It was Okuni alright. He smiled with satisfaction. Closing the notebook, he folded his hands upon the desk, ready for business.
"Well well well, if it isn't Okuni? Come to strike a bargain? Or perhaps join our elite forces with Us?" Akira teased.
Okuni stopped a good distance from Akira and Nobunaga. She didn't dare herself to go any closer. Nobunaga's piercing eyes boiled with a strange look that made her feel sick. He appeared harmless, yet there was an omnious feeling that trailed after him. Okuni's gaze met with Akira's. With a last consideration, last thought, Okuni piled through her decsion. What she was doing was certainly classifed as dangerous...yet if it meant she'd be in touch with her beloved Kyo...she'd do just about anything. She reminded herself: if I cannot make him love me, than I shall make him hate me.
It was the only way.
Taking a deep breath, Okuni said firmly, "I will join the Junnishinsho, I will serve His Majesty."
Akira clapped, a smug smile upon his face. Okuni felt her neck hairs bristling.
"Bravo, excellent choice. What do you say to this change of events, milord?" Akira directed to Nobunaga.
Nobunaga's cruel eyes iced over with a look that made Okuni want to puke. He was hardly worth calling "His Majesty". He had a coarse, tangled mane of silvery bleached hair. It was wrangled into a high ponytail, like the samurai . Nobunaga was a tall, over powering man who had a meancing demnor. He thoughtfully scratched his chin, his eyes traveled all over Okuni. Her teeth clenched. That stinking, son of a...
"Feisty...fiery, she'll do nicely Akira. Good work," he replied. "Okuni, you'll soon learn exactly what tasks you will carry out to forfill Our motives. Your abilities I'm sure will work to our advantage..."
Okuni forced a simpering smile, trying to stamp out the bitterness for Nobunaga. She bowed low, she shuffled away. In a blink, Okuni excused herself from the English classroom. She shut the door quietly, not daring to make a single noise. The raven haired beauty felt as if a strong light had been turned off. Nobunaga's eyes seemed to search the insides of her mind as well as her soul. It was the most uncomfortable feeling imaginable. She let a deep exhale escape her lips, before she trudged down the empty hall way.
She hoped she'd done nothing stupid. But...she'd soon find out what a distaster she'd been sucked into...
Akira listened to the footfalls lighten to a cease. Relieved, he turned to his lord.
"Do you really think it was a good idea to let her into the Junnishinsho? The Mibu Clan could be in jeopardy. It's bad enough with the Brothers," Akira added icily.
Nobunaga slid down in his seat. A wry smile crinkled upon his face. Akira felt himself go stiff. He respected Lord Nobunaga, as he was of high position amongest the Mibus. It didn't excuse the fact that Nobunaga was cavalier and carefree. The Mibu slipped through the grasp of police and numerous government authorities. Akira just felt uneasy. Taking on a twelfth member, had something looming, foreshadowing in the furture. It was foreboding, Akira felt.
"Kyoshiro and Kyo are hardly anything to worry about. Their time will come. As for Okuni...she'll spice things up."
"So seculded! What's on your mind, big boy?" Yukimura teased.
Kyo said nothing. He wasn't in the mood to put of with Yukimura's bunnies and butterfly crap. His red eyes flashed with hatred. He ignored Yukimura andcontinued walking.
Eventually, his feet walked them through the quad and the dining hall, onto the gym. He ignored the shouts and aggravated basketball players whose game Kyo had interrupted. Kyo barely heard Yukimura try to calm down the players. He stopped briefly, listening. When he heard footfalls plodding behind him, he started walking again.
Now with the P.E. coach breathing down his neck, Kyo began to climb the fire escape that led to the roof. Grinning sheepishly, Yukimura waved at the basketball team and began to climb himself. Panting crazily, Yukimura pulled himself to the last step and fell into a heap, on his back. He glanced around for Kyo, his light blue eyes fell upon Kyo's figure glaring down at him. Yukimura sighed deeply, his chest heaving.
"C'mon Kyo! Both of us know that as long as Miss Yuya Shiina stays under your roof...She's going to learn about EVERYTHING sooner or later. Why not just tell her the basics?" Yukimura ran a hand through his hair, frusterated.
In a blink, Kyo was standing over Yukimura. His eyes were lit on fire; a murderous look in them. His hand balled into a fist. Yukimura's eyes went wide.
"Kyo...Kyo what are you doing?"
No answer. Kyo punched with all the haterd that rested on his shoulders.